Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1912-12-19

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human apathy that should make us 81
up and look again. Here they are
read them:
Nineteen hundred and thirteen vii
prove an unlucky year for all towards
! cheats. sneaks, idlers and MASTERS.
If you neglect your Responsibilities
you'll pay the penalty of inettieieney.
If you squander your hours and YOU
powers. indulge in excuses. deny youl
body sufficient sleep. exercise and care
you'll lose your strength and health.
If you lie, betray trust and break
your word, your name will be smirch
ed with disgrace.
If You make no effort to improve
your position or broaden your mind, a
more earnest and eager and deserving
man will dispossess you from your job
But 1913 win be a happy, wonderful,
treasure laden, prosperous year for all
who atrive keenly and eleanly.
Bad luck is a matter of character
not of calendar. Superstition is ludI-
erous by the light of electricity. All
the wicked spirits are in the grog shop.
The evil eye is watching from the front
row at the musical comedy.
Good and bad are mental atti-
tudes. We are great and stalwart or
puny and miserable because it is our
VIII 20 be so. our souls mould our
careers.
We live in the biggest. the finest the
most charitable. the most astounding
Of all ages-a world of dreams-cone-
true, Of work day miracles.
Doubt is dead: bigotry has fled; IN
tolerance is writhing under the hell of
education.
There's no such thing as caste or
breed-nobility exists only in service
pcwer is the sole right of the compe-
tent.
Man can accomplish anything. HUI
man beings. ordinary matter of fact.
meat-and- bone people, constructed this
universe out of a wilderness.
Brains and hands and valiant hearts
were asthe tools with which they
wrought their wonder-works.
HFaikne can offer no excuse to this
splendid hour Within a single cen
fury we have created railroad systems,
steamship lines. power machinery, sub
marines, aeroplanes, monographs.
moving pictures. telephones. telegra-
phy, artificial illumination.
Dtesn't the glory of it all tingle in
your veins
And who did it-who urged ambition
onward against the barriers of incred-
ulity and Encouragement? Who are
the superb Adventures whose daunt-
less imagination whipped them up the
heights of possibility?
They were simple men.
Watts saw the engine emerge from
the steam of his mothers teakettle;
Stephenson ineubated the locomotive in
a laborer's cottage; Edison learned
wizardry in the University of Hard
Knocks; Wilbur Wright sprouted
wings at odd intervals between bicycle
repairs.
J And now,tjust when we are patting
ourselves on the back, praising our
prowess and about to conclude that
the last fairy tales had come true,
comes Carrel-Carrei the necromancerI
and new empire for conquest is dis
closed
Where. shall we stop? What are our
limits. How far dare we fling our
How high may we pile our
faith? Pinch yourself: it's true. the
maddest, widest make believe trans
mated into reality.
Jules Verne was never 50 grotesque;
Mlfnchausen, Grand SeheschaI of Lies.
in his most mastery moments would
have bllIshed to claim it; Scheherazade
drew, many a long bow in 1.-THE course
of her Thousand and One Nights. but
none so unbelievable as the transplant
ing of a IA hhit's eyes IN a blind mans
socket or the replacing of a sleeps
shin in a shriVelled leg.
We never did know who or what we
We're.
We're merely on the border line of
Notwithstanding at the outer
gate of knowledge.
For centuries we've been needlessly
dying by droves, and all the while that
we were throwing away our lives and
casting broken bodies into the junk
heap if we had used as much common
sense and given half the thought to
the human body as we devote to patch
ing worn machinery, million hours
of pain and despair and woe and an
guish would have been avoided.
IN ten years the country will be
overrun with surgical job carpenters
ready to transform twisted, bent and
Inalforrned beings into fine. full-func-
toned stalwarts.-sssss
1--WE won't seuander time and money
and tears and fears searching cure
for consumption while there's a per-
fectly competent set of lungs on the
butchers bench which can be substi-
tuteC in an hour for the unsatisfactory
equipment that nature gave us.
This is not levity-it is the solemnest
and most astounding fact in all the
marvel ridden years since time dawned
on this universe.
But no matter how far science shall
advance there'll never be anything to
take the place of a BACK BONE-you
can't get that from somebody else.
Grit is a personal habit.
The whole secret of progress is sum
med UP in one word-DFTERMINA-
TION. Dare, Dare, Dare!