Mohave County miner., 1909-02-13
Young Man.

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 Young man, what does life mean to you? Are you steering your bark with full sails, or are you drifting with the tide, sails torn and rotten and catching little of the wind of op- portunity that fans your brow? Are you both a producer and a consumer, or are you merely a consumers drone in the hive? If your life re- suits not in the production of some form of wealth, some human necessity, then the world is carrying in you just so much dead weight. Your impor- tance in the world from your mothers love of you-can be fitly represented by any or all of of an innumerable array of ciphers placed at the right of a decimal point. The savages of the jungle, gathering cocoonuts to trade for beads and ear rings, have probably ''gOt it on you," young man. They are at least living up to an ideal-their highest am- bition, although it may only take the form of the artless and childish vanity of innocent savagery. Yes, they have got you "beat to frazzle," says J. C.. Gavigan in Gavigan's Financial News.
 The other day our 5O-odd-year-old president took 9S-mile ride through the slush and snow and came back in the evening invigorated, with veins aglow with the warmth engendered by the healthful and life-giving exer- else. What did you do that day, young man? Possibly you spent quite a great part of the day in smoking cigaretts and playing billiards. But your case is not absolutely hopeless. While you probably are not as smart grant that you have as much sense as the average man. Again, you may not be the paragon of virtue your mother thinks you are, yet we would be un- charitable indeed not to think you are better boy than does the mother of the other good" boy across the street. To parapLrase a little-there is some good in the worst of us and too much of bad in the best of us. Get what consolation ycu can out of that fact, young man. You may have some negative virtues and a charitab- ly inclined world is willing to give you full credit for them. Your long period of loafing and inaction may not yet have left the black smudge of theft on your record, for which you and the state can well give thanks. Whiskey may not yet have driven the blush of youth from your cheeks, nor placed the brand of Cain on your brow, and for this you can thank a merciful Providence.
 Perhaps your father has asked you to read this article, and let us hope, having read this far, you have decid- ed to take that job currying horses and cleaning buggies down at Jim Smiths livery stable. True, the job only pays 10OOS per week, but l0.O0S per week means 52OS per year. Five hundred and twenty dollars per year means to the chap who is too brave to throw up his job because it is dirty, that he has an income equal to the return on an investment of 5.2OOS yielding 10 per cent annually, or an income on an in- vestment of 10, 4OOS yielding , per cent annually. And there are no fixed charges against this annual income, young man; no taxes, no insurance, and no allowance to be made for de- preciation and increase of plant. But you may say: "The liveryman's able bodied horse is easily worth to him 3.OOS per day net. Am I not Ia human being) worth more to my boss if I am worth anything?" Well, would