The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1915-03-25
Be A POEM OF
HUMAN KINDNESS
1.-THE FELLOW THAT CAN MAKE THE
OTHER FELLOW GLAD THAT MET
HIM IS THE FELLOW
THAT COUNTS"

We can't all be classic, out we can all be
sweet little poem of splendid humanity
It's the fellow who can smile an say the
right thing at the right time; the fellow
that can put prop under some pal that's
down; the fellow that can make the other
fellow glad he met him that counts in this
world, an it don't matter whether he S on
Broadway an 42nd or Main street in
Cokeville, Wyoming. If he gets results
he's workin' for the good of humanity an
that's what counts.
There's lot of folks who sit around an
worry cause they want to do SO much
good, but they can't figure out how to be-
gin.
Well, begin by smilin'. Begin by chok-
in down the words that's goin' to cause
the other fellow any pain. Begin by for
gettin' about your own troubles an put
tin on the brakes every time you feel like
pourin' out your achin' heart on some 9TH
er fellows shoulder. Begin by obeyin' the
good impulses an dom what you can to
make the other fellow lot little bright
er.
There's an old sayin', lit amt what you
do, it's how you do it, An there's more
truth in that than poetry. A hand-clasp
an smile at just the right time is worth
more than hundred-dollar bill slipped
over grouchingly.
A little flower presented with kind word
&c tod
out any heart in it. An action without
love as its motive is nothing more than a
duty performed mechanically. 1t makes
the receiver feel like an intruder, while
the simplest little act done willingly an
happily makes all the difference in the
world.
An begin at home.
There's a bunch of folks that treat strang-
ers as if they were the only people on
earth an the minute they get home they
start rowin an cussin'
There's bunch of folks that when
they're out among strangers butter would
mt melt in their mouth. They re sweeter
than honey, an everybody thinks they are
the ideal folks, but the minute they get
home with their own, nothin' suits 'em,
an there's kick an row from the min
ute they come in till they leave. Out
siders wouldn't recognize 'em.
It's pretty safe that if little Willie is al
ways good an polite at the family table
he won't have to put on any ''party man
ners' when company comes. An it seems
to me that it wouldn't be a bad idea for
the whole family to practice their COM
pany manners on the folks at home an
then it won't be so hard to be nice to
strangers.
Love an Kindness have got Beauty an
Cleverness backed off the boards They
are like little tiny plants, an need to be
cultivated. Love an Kindness grow with
the years, while Beauty an Cleverness
will soon be faded.
1t don't matter where in this little old
world you are, remember the great plan
of the Universe would not be complete
without the mite that you contribute. An
you can be great power for ONE, if you
will only begin with the little things.
Every thing must begin at the begin
ming. Our great men would not be today if
they hadn't once been little helpless bah
les with wobbly heads. The giant oak
would not stand as it does if it hadn't
once been a tiny acorn.
The skyscraper could never flare into the
sky if the first brick had not been placed.
he fell of he ~,
the sunshine if the little seeds hadn't been
dropped into the soft, dark, warm earth.
But folks don't want to bother with the
little things. They want to start right out
at the top. They don't think the little
things are worth while. IT, the same way
with some women who are so charitably
inclined they II sit up half the night sew
ing shirts for the barrel that s goin' to be
shipped to the heathens, but they would
mt pass along smile of welcome to the
stranger in their midst.
But ninty-nine cents will never make a
dollar.
An there isn't minute of the day pass
es that you haven't got chance to say or
think something nice. So get the habit
Pass along the glad hand, the kind word
an the CHEEKY smile, because, remember,
it ain WHAT you do, it's HOW you do it
that counts.-Fay King, in Great Divide.
An editor died and slowly wendell his
way to where he supposed warm recep-
ton awaited him. The devil saw him and
said: ''For many years thou hast borne the
blame for the many errors the printers