Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1909-11-17
OBSERVERS TIMELY CATCHES
Some Practical thoughts Collected for
Consumption

If your abode's on Easy street. and
troubles out of reach, most all the fell
lows that you meet viii tell you you re
peach. They'll tell you that in all
their days, they never, never knew, in
all this wilderness of jays, as smooth a
bird as you. While you have bullion in
the key, and rhino in the jar, they'll
come around TO pull your leg, and say
how smart you are. They'll glory IN
your growing fame, they'll bow and
scrape and fawn; they'll load their
babies with your name, and sleep upon
your lawn. But when misfortune comes
along, and jolts you in the neck, and
everything is going wrong, and even
hopes wreck, and when with Dame
Despair you sup, and have your fill of
woe, your gold brick friend win pass
you up, and say: 81 told you sop'
And then some quiet chap win come,
and prove to be your friend; he'll say:
when things are on the bum, they re
always sure to mendl" And he will
dry your raining eyes, and guide your
weary feet, and help you once again to
rise-clear back to Easy street. And
you will note that he is one who sang
no servile tunes, when you were loaded
down with mon, and insolence, and
prunes.
A single bitter word may disquiet an
entire family for whole day; one surly
glance cast a gloom over the house
hold; while a smile, like CLEAN of
sunshine, may light up the darkest and
weariest hours. Like unexpected flow
ers which spring up along our pathway
ICt of freshness, fragrance and beauty,
SO Kind words and gentle acts and sweet
dispositions, make glad the sacred spot
called home No matter how humble
the abode, if il be sweetened with kind
ness ard smiles. the heart will turn
lovingly toward it from all the tumuhs
of the world, ana home, if it be ever Sc
homely, will lie the dearest spot be-
meath the circuit OF the sun.
People sometimes imagine that the
climate is changing materially, but it
is not The cutting of the forests may
make some difference, but otherwise
there is no change worth speaking
about in thousand years. A man
greatly exaggerates his Importance if
he thinks he can live long enough to
notice a real difference, resulting from
the diminished heat from the sun or
any other cause in nature.
There are times when the average
man has the blues and then he wants
to talk of epitaphs and dead mems
bones and to sleep in charnal house
and to. ride in a hearse instead of a
street car. With some men the affiic-
tion known as the blues is constltu-
tional, holding away at regular inter
val, while others are merely depressed
by existing circumstances. Some are
bor.l with the blues, some achieve the
blues and others have the blues thrust
upon them. The man who is naturally
Respondent is more to be pitied than
the man who has inflammatory rheuma-
tism. Though the sun may be shining
and the breeze murmuring, and the
whole earth rejoicing, he is still bowed
| by the weight of the blues. He doesn' t
know why it is so and he doesn't care
much. His highest ambition is to con-
| template suicide, and sometimes to
practice it. People tell him that it is
foolish to be so morbidly sorrowful and
they are doubtless right. but he can't
| help it and so he goes along, blue be-
cause he has to live, and after a while
| blue because he has to die.
When the evening shadows fall, and
the seraph voices call weary pilgrims
to their home on t'ether shore, when
we quit this weary grind, it will be a
| Joy to find all the fellows that we loved
in days of yore. O, so often do we bend
DER the ashes of a friend, who has
travelled to that silent, solemn bournel
But we have so much to do, as our
duties we pursue, that we can not take
much time to weep and mourn. We
must use each shining hour, for the
wives are shy of -four, and the butcher
must be paid for bones and steak, and
| il we should weep and sigh every time
cur comrades die, why, the tears would
olur the figures that we makel But
we'll meet them, they'll be watching at
the pierl They will welcome US ashore,
when old Charon drops his oar. and
they'll say: We're dog gone glad to
see you here!p | don't care for snowy
gowns, and balk at harps and crowns,
and fear that endless songs would be
bore; but I'll meet my good old friend,