The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1911-01-10

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believe we are much better today than
we were so years ago, man to man. We
believe we are more altruistic and
more interested in our fellowman than
We have been at any time in the last
50 years. Of course you hear! from
time to time Of instances Of selfshness
and greed, but the only reason these
instances are given prominence is be-
cause we condemn them the more and
believe that in calling attention to
them they will be made more and
more infrequent."
I am an optimist myself. But am
not blind and I do not believe IN al
ways saying the former days We're
better than these. But stop minute
in your insane desire to get rich, and
look around you, and answer me truth
fully, if you do not see every day in
stances Of selfshness and greed that
will make you sorter doubt-well, no,
I won't say it: Read the~daily papers.
The news columns: We need to get
shoulder to shoulder as men and in
dividuals and give every fellow a
chance. With our creed, Business is
business" we need to mix little SEN
timent. We need to remember our
brother in distress. We need to re-
member that there are some mighty
valuable things in this life and the
one that is to come that you can't buy
with money. But let us not only hope
and believe that the world is growing
better, man to man, but get busy and
make it so.
T sometimes like to read poetry. Do
you? I think maybe have printed the
following lines in this column before,
but it will bear reprinting and comes
in good in connection with what |
have here written. If you will follow
the sentiment it will contribute ma
terially to the making of the world
better as well as to your own happl-
ness.
Post.Mortem Praises.
"I' We noticed when a fellow dies, no
matter what he's been
A sanity chap or one whose life was
darkly stepped in sin
His friends forget the bitter words they
spoke but yesterday,
And now they find a multitude of pret-
try things to say.
fancy when I go to rest some one
will bring to light
Some kindly word or goodly act long
buried out of sight;
But, if it's all the same to you, just
give to me instead
The bouuuets while I'm living and the
knocking when I'm dead.
Don't save your kisses to imprint upon
my marble brow,
While countless maledictions are hurl-
ed upon me now;
Saw lust one kindly word to me while
T mourn here alone,
And don't save all your eulogy tc
carve upon stone.
What do I care if when I'm dead the
Bloomingdale Gazette
Gives me a write-up, with a cut II
mourning borders set;
It will not fatter me bit, no matter
what is said,
So kindly throw your bouquets nov
and knock me when I'm dead.
1t may be fine, when one is dead, tt
have the folks talk so,
To have the flowers come in loads from
! relatives, you know;
It may be nice to have these things TO-
those you leave behind,
But lust as far as I'm concerned,
t really do not mind. -
I'm quite alive and we'll today, am
while 7 Enger here,
Lend me helping hand at times-glV
me word Of cheer.
Just change the game little bit; jus
kindly swap the decks,
For will be no judge Of flowers whel
I've cashed in my checks"
! Il. f. Tinker in New York Sun.
Then, I was thinking, too, Of the tel
| low who could find nothing to do.
want to commend to him the fn1'"~in