The Washington times., 1918-12-31
Here Is the Last Day of the Year
At IL O'Clock tonight dies the year 1918.
It is the ending Of VERY BIG PART OF OUR

It is the ending Of A VERY BIG PART OF OUR
is far above the average Millions Of die in infancy
wasted effort wasted suffering, mental and physical Tor
millions Of mothers
The rest of US drag along dropping of sinking into
the grave too soon-on all sorts of pretexts.
we live the full seventy years, or even the extra ten
o tnSs na Us tvS ve Us us infancy
up many years And old age at the other end takes up
many others takes twenty years to learn what life
sndten or twenty more as rule, to use our knowledge
and stop being foolish.
Of our short lives we LOSE HALF in dressing sleep
ing and making up our minds to get out Of bed
Our life is very short string of beadseach bead a
year. And at II o'clock tonight every person living viii
1aye one bead less on his string.
Three hundred and sixty five days have slipped by Our
earth has ayeled its little annual journey of 1S4 millions
Of miles around the many other miles In its
fight with the sun through space.
The hours have crawled along-slowly it seems-but
$3.50 of them have passed since last thought Of
ysar
How LONG the hours are. How LITTLE we put into
them Take your watch now look up at the clock
you live without watch. Sit still minute passes
Can you imagine what you have done with those eight
thousand hundred and sixty hours-each of SIXTY
minutes?
There is no use in crying over split mk-no weep
ing wasted time Let be wise the dairy maid
that spilled the milk She at least tried not to keep
spilling it.
Another year begns-and it is NOT too late to make
The only thing we own is TIME, and nearly all of us
wasted TINE as though it were the least valuable Of
5ur possessions
We let it slip by like water in stream Yet the clock
it ticks, ticks off chances Fights interest
ambition may Sleep but brutality only dozes We read
nation Of the defeated fighter lying his back-whle
the referee counts the seconds that defawhen the
count reaches ten
Old Time is a referee "holdng the watch" on every
of Us.
At midnight tonight he adds ONE to his fatal count
How many more shall we let him count before get
up and to work?
But he gives plenty of time plenty of chances WE
the spendthrfts WE the foolish wasers of our
only possession.
One year more has gone. That can't be helped All
regrets bring back and all cannot
undo any Of its foolshness
But, as this year dies, new begins. More lucky
than the flies and the flowers that buzz and bloom short
season. have another and another and still another
Let us begin this year like MEN and WOMEN
Let make it better year than the last anyhow,
even If we cannot make it perfect.
Out Of endless billions of efforts of TRYING, of
WANTING to improve, has come the human race-im-
Out Of endless other billions of efforts resolves
struggles, bitter failures will finally the REAL and
Each of US in his little struggle does for real humanity
what the little coral insect does for the big reef Not one
really matters Yet that coral reef has in nothing
GREATER than the effort of tiny insect.
Not Of Us is of any Importance Yet in the future
this earth will know magnificent humanity-and in it
s G' ns 1e s9 f1sSs ~ be te S
Of the that failed-no man weigh motives or
deserts
~ Let the next year begin your part honest effort
TO DO BETTER. Do your tiny share of the big work
ahead of the doing you may do wonders for
your own little existence
How to begin?
THINK more, TALK less.
Use energy in doing, instead of planning.
Make up your mind TO HELP 0THERS-f only with
poteness and patience Be decent little bullet in that
great ball bearing apparatus call civilization
Give the others chance to roll
Save money ABOVE ALL That means opportunity
Control yoursef-appetite, vanity thirst, egotism
SELF. INDULGENCE in all its FOOLISH forms. Your
t business is to rule yourself Do that preliminary
70 any other success
Remember that all you get from the efforts of