The log cabin Democrat., 1914-04-18

praise heaven l am not the first thing that l would do would be to externi. nate these breeds of pests. I would smooth the path of progress for those who were travelling forward by re- moving from it all those aimless indi. vlduals who stand in the middle of the road and block the way. Further more, the one lesson that I would inn press more firmly than any other on every youthful mind would be this. IF YOU ARE NOT GOING ANY WHERE IN PARTICULAR YOUR SELF, GET OUT OF THE WAY OF THOSE WHO ARE.
 One of the most pathetic and exas. 1 perating things in the world is that people who do things spend nine tenths of their strength in fighting the people who don't do anything and who don't want anybody else to do anything. Nearly every bit of the criticism you get is destructive, not constructive.
 The very men and women who are most lnsistent on telling you that you musn t do things the way you are do- Ing them have no suggestions to make regarding the way you should do them Constructive criticism is boost up the ladder, but destructive criticism is the weight of the universe pulling you down.
 Probably nobody is so lucky as not to have some near and dear relative who was one of these Standing Ob- Jectlons, who conceived it to be his or her mission in life to stand by and throw cold water on every project that was broached in the family cir. cle
 Sometimes the Standing Objection IS a wife, who is always sure that her husband shouldn't conduct his busi- ness in the manner in which he is do- Ing It. Shes certain that every trade will turn out disastrously, and so sure that any changes will be for the worse that she takes all of the heart out of him, and he either gives up or learns to keep his plans to himself.
 Sometimes the human obstruction to happiness is the husband, and he knocks everything his wife does, not because he really objects, but because he's just built that way. He doesn't like the way she dresses, nor manages her household nor raises the children, but he hasn't got any improvements to offer.
 Not long ago I met a beautiful and attractive woman whom I hadn't seen for long time. "No,' she said, T scarcely go about at all now. My mother and my husband are chronic obJectors, and by the time have had an endless argument with each one of them about why 1 accepted that par ticular invitation, why I was going, why l was going to wear a certain dress, and so on, I was too exhausted to go. l can't put on low-neck gown without being warned that I'll catch my death of cold, or a high-neck dress without having lecture on the folly of coddling up your throat. Believe me, I'm bruised from head to foot with combating objections that even the objectors don't object to in reality
 Sometimes the objectors are apr ents who have not been wise enough to plan out any successful careers for their children, but take out their in terest in the matter by objecting to everything the boys and girls want to do. They don't want John to be a merchant or a doctor, but they don't provide him with some other career or business, They don't want their girls to marry, neither do they want them to go into business. They don't like the young man who comes to see Sa- die, but they don't know why, and by the time the girls and boys have got ten through fighting u r parents ob- jections their own flower of enthusi- asm has faded.
 The objectors are the wet blankets on effort that account for many fail ures. Heaven keep us from belonging to the tribe If we cant do things ourselves, let us at least not stand in the way of those who can achieve. Let us keep out of the way of those who are marching on and give them clear path.-Dorothy Dix.