The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1920-11-28

which mothers a V told TO their chill
dren generation after generation. How
that long ago the good fairies hung to
the foot of the rainbow a pot of gold
and the best thing about it was that
1t could never all be spent. one so
fortunate as to obtain it might buy
and buy but the bag would always be
full. Many of US can remember III
~childhood's days when the sun was
sinking in the western skies and the
great bow arched itself in the heav-
ems. how we went pattering thro the
clover, b~arefooted, trying to find
the pot of gold. But of course we
never did because it was never there.
Dryden said, Men are but children
Of a larger growth and there was
something in this old legend that APP
pealed to us all for in every heart
there is an instructive desire to get
all the treasure of life-money, hap
piness, health, home, success-just
as cheaply and easily as possible; to
get them by one short race instead o.
mining them from the rough noun
tains Of our environment, with toll
6lIu - hiaiy Vi uH i'i'AN'''NN
W later years how we have gone chas-
ing out into the world after rainhows.
One Of the most pathetic things in
life is tha the world is full Of people.
leaving their duty task u%nwrought,
who never stop their pursuit OF
dreams and vagaries.
would not speak one word to dis
courage high ideals. | know full well
that all that makes life worth living
has come down to us from men and
women who have seen visions and
dreamed dreams. ] stood one day In
Boston Commons and before me were
two buildings. One, the fairest In
America Massachusetts state capitol.
The other was a little shanty that
some workmen on fremont Temple
hard made for their Tools. What was
the difference? MOI the tools, not
The yorkmen, not the material. But
back of all these. two men had pic
lures in their minds. One saw a
temple with a golden dome and its
rlany stored windows rejecting the
glories Of the rising and the setting
sun. Under his direction men be-
gan their labors and when their tools
were laid aside. the world could see in
that anthem in marble. that poem in
stone. the vision that was in his
soul. The other man saw a picture
hut II was n little shanty without
windows, and slabs for a door. At
his direction men began their work
and when their task was finished the
world could see in that hut the pic
ture that was in his mind. Every gov
eminent, every Institution, every
building. every life. every character
once only as an ideal in someone's
heart. If at last, your character is
grand and fair. it will be because Of
the picture in your heart. If, in the
end, it is like a deserted hovel, it Will
represent your ideal tonight.
am not speaking a word against
high ideals for, like the seed, they
\ rich woman in New York was anx-
derstand me. | am saying that, ordi-
narily, the man who succeeds is he
one who harnesses himself up to the
task at hand and buckles himsel;
down to the drudgery that attends
the possession Of our pots of gold.
Multltudes OF people WILL NOT be
satisfied with what they have. Dis
lance lends enchantment." The re-
mote is always attractive. 4 torn
paper blowing down the street caught
on my foot. / found on ii a little
verse that describes the most of us:
AS a rule q mans a fool,
When it's hot HI wants it cool,
When it's cool he wants it hot,
Never liking what he's got.
Always wanting what he's not,
As a rule a mans Il fool.
(And SOS a woman.)
Rut neople will not count their bless
ings nor be satisfied with what they
POSSESS. BY chasing after rainbows
we allow thieves TO steal the treasures
we have. Worrying over what We don't
have may spoil all that we do have
contain the tree of life. You Will un-
ious TO have her mother come TO sec
her. hut the old lady vas quite GER
tain ii she ever got on the roaring,
putting. smoking train IT would go
"slap-kerbang' of the track and break
. her neck. But at last they had n we'd
ding anniversary and, fearfully, she
promised 10 go. They got her TO the
depot, TO the train and into her seat
hut she reached forward and took
hold OF the seat in front of her and
q, held on for dear life, expecting n
wreck every minute. Her daughter
met her al the train and said, "Oh, ]
am so glad TO see you. | know that
you enjoyed the beautiful scenery as
YOU came along. didn't your Her
mother replied You know that didn't
see a single thing but one h%aystack
and 1t wa going the other way.
So the world goes by and we so thru
ii, never getting anything out OF II.
Like a man who had swallowed an
egg. He was afraid to move for fear
he would break 1t and to sit still for
lear IL would hatch. Holding on for
dear life expecting every minute some
awful wreck, that John will fall In
love with some other woman, that the
hogs will all die with the chintz bugs
or the baby's grandchildren will have
cross eyes. Tom Moore said, As we
Journey thru life let rs live by the
way How many are doing III That
means that We should pick up the
nuggets OF gold that lie around u,.
to eat and sleep. to love and have
friends, To watch the diamonds flash.
in the eyes Of wife and child instead
Of chasing rainbows.
I suppos that there are IN the au-