American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1916-02-05

Indeed" said the Englishman, but l
have never heard Of them. What do
you call them?" " We call them
tramps," said the girl. Now is 1t not
true that men with such philosophy as
heads this article could properly be
called tramps?
The tramp without money goes
where fancy takes him. He eats what
his fancy suggests. and where. He
has no particular abode, hat feels free
to wander at will from city to city
and country to country--a leach on
his fellow man, demanding his keep
without recompense. An enemy to his
race, he is always at war with his
species. He is a dawdler, drone in
the hive; he produces nothing to en-
rich humanity. His strength, his food,
his clothing, his shelter, his very life,
he filches from his fellows and gives
nothing I'm return.
He Is no worse than his rich fellow
tramp who spends his time in rioting.
With no permanent abode, he lives at
clubs and wine gardens-an enemy to
his race, he goes about seeking whom
he can catch in his snare and destroy.
He lights the flame into which the
moth flies to SINCE her wings He
does nothing to earn what he eats nor
what he wears. He is as much, IL not
more, of a. menace to the race as the
penniless tramp, for within him is
power to do more harm. While the one
may rob hen roost, a vegetable gar
len or break into country store to
get what he wants-he may even go
20 far that he will kill to gain his ends.
The other robs men of manhood and
women of virtue. He kills character
to while away his idle moments-to
satisfy his craving for pleasure.
Contrasted with this is the man who
was proud of his record as workman
You remember Joe Gargery, the fine,
pleasant blacksmith of Great Ex-
pectations?" Well, another Joe Gar
gerry, just as fine. just as pleasant.
came into the office the other day.
And he told, with the greatest pride
In the world, how he and another had
hoed a pair of horses-"pulled the
old shoes, pared the hoofs, heeled 'em
and toed 'em"--in eighteen minutes
"Ef there's any two men can beat
hat--by Western Union time, mind
you I'D like to know 'em" said the
real life Joe Gargery.
And why shouldn't he be proud?
Why, indeed? It's something sure
enough worth while to do work like
hat. And to be strong. And to be
happy in the work.
That was, maybe, the finest thing
about the incident-this modern black
'mith's happiness in his work and his
pride In 1t. z
Too little of that pride and happi-
ness there Is in labor. There was
more of satisfaction in the work when
Pip" was made prentice to the Disk
ems Joe Gargery. II is one OF Indus
try's present day problems to bring
II back more generally.
Is there any good reason why we
'hould not be proud OF the work we
TO? Work always has been honorable
and those who get work should do so
because they get real pleasure from
the doing of II. Every man and woman
owes much to humanity, and the more
they give the more they get In return.
We always return to the eternal law
of compensation. No one can get
away from II. II you SOW wheat, wheat
will grow in your field, but II you do
not till the wheat there will be little
rccompense for labor expended. La
Dor Is amply paid for all its efforts.
| II not In money of the realm, then In
-atisfaction that we have done our
best iahona.