The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1913-01-02
DON'Ts

Don't sprinkle salt on the tail of temp
tation.
Don't try to get the better of a man
who hasn't any.
Don't snore in church. It's mean to
keep others awake.
Don't be satisfied to pay as you go.
Save enough to get back.
Don't get married with the sole idea
that misery loves company
Don't follow the beaten track unless
you are satisfied to remain beaten.
Don't accept advice from a man who
never offers you anything else.
Don't expect Opportunity to come to
you with a letter of introduction.
Don't trust to luck. Nine tenths of
the people in the world guess wrong.
Don't buy your friends. They never
last as long as those you make yourself.
Don't envy the rise Of others. Many
Don't greet Misfortune with smile
unless you are prepared for one-sided
Irritation.
Don't make good resolutions unless
you constantly carry a repair kit with
you.
Don't place too much confidence in ap-
pearances. Many nan with red nose
is white all the way through.
Don't forget in times of peace to pre-
pare for war. That's abou. the only use
some of US seem to have for peace
Don't fail to have an object in view.
Many a man leads such an aimless exis-
tence that he could fire a random without
hitting it.-J anuary Lippincott
PRJSON-A BIFSSJNG IN DJSCJJSE
The American Magazine has been hold
ing contest and offering prizes for the
best letters on the subject My Biggest
/ Piece of Luck. - Following is one of the
prize winning letters taken from the
January number:
You wouldn't expect to strike luck
through being sent to iail, would YOU?
Nevertheless, that is what happened to a
friend of mine For obvious reasons
use fictitious name.
Robert Fulsome was an exceptionally
talented young man. He was admitted
to the bar in New York, and his future
seemed bright and assured. But he went
into politics, fell into bad company, and
took to drink. He lost his practice and
descended literally to the gutter. The
taste for liquor once acquired, it is al
most impossible to free ones self from
it. 1t becomes disease. 1t did with
Fulsome, sapping his will-power, and
he had not the means to be treated for
it. There seemed no hope for him, and
he gave up to despair. The last blow
came when he got into drunken brawl
and was sent to Blackwell's Island for
| three months. But the penitentiary
proved his saving and making. AS long as
he was free he was able to get liquor -
the vilest sort of stuff-in some way,
We watch closely the adulteration of
foods, but we allow saloons to exist
which sell alleged whisky at prices that
on their face prove the stuff they dis
pense is terribly adulterated and rank
poison.
''In the pen Fulsome was compelled
to lead regular, clean life on wholesome
plain diet, and it was impossible for him
to obtain any Intoxicating liquor. At
first he suffered terribly from the de-
privation, but at the end of two months
be was a new man in mind and body,
and had entirely lost the craving for
drink. Now he was very handsome, at
tractive man, and fell under the notice
OF wealthy charitable woman who one
day visited the prison. She learned his
history from the deputy warden, and
!
redeem himself. She visited the prison
again, and had long talk with him, the
result of which was that upon his agree
ing to take the though he felt
now it was unnecessarily 60 West
to her home city, she promised to LOOK
after him and provide literally for his
necessities until he should become able
to provide for himself.
This happened five years ago. Today
Fulsome is her son-in-law, is wealthy,
and is one of the most prominent lawyers
| and respected citizens in his State, He
has never again touched drop of strong
liquor, and the very odor of whisky
sickens him. He told me that the pen
cured him more effectually than any
sanitarium could have done. and that
the luckiest thing that ever happened to
him-and it certainly was-was the thing
that at the time seemed the climax of his
misfortunes-b being sent to Jail! 1t