The Carlisle independent., 1920-11-11
THE PARADE
Wishing And Wanting

mat IeilCW, Jones, LnlnkS that whenever he wants anything he just must have it."
 Did you ever hear that remark re- garding certain of your fellow towns men? Of course you have; so have we.
 We often come in contact with men, who, having decided they want this or that, never rest until they get it. And the queer part about it is, they almost invariably do get it.
 A certain character in story in one of our weekly periodicals, once said: Anybody kin git anythin' done if he wants 1t hard enough. Trouble is most folks hain't got sufficient capacity for wantin'.
 Psychologists. assert that if we use the Will and concentrate upon any one thing, we will accomplish what we desire-if within reason.
 The great trouble with so many of us lies in our thinking we want some
 thing, while in truth we are merely
 wishing.
 1 The young fellow employed at
 menial labor, sees his employer rid ing around in his car, and he wishes he could do the same. He wishes and wishes and grows sullen, for he
 thinks he is handicapped-circu
 stances are against him. But he new
 CT analyses the case. If he did he
 would see that his boss had reached
 his place, not in single leap, but by work-and wanting to get there, We know physician, who, when
 a boy, played at being doctor; when he went to school he wanted to be a doctor; and when his father died and he was forced to leave school and take up his work on the hilly little farm, h. still wanted to be a doctor. He married and children came. Still he wanted and he wanted hard. He taught school in winter and worked the farm in the summer and when he was forty-eight years old he attended
 medical college and graduated a physician. He wanted hard enough The boy or girl who wants to reach a certain goal and keeps his or her eye on that goal will get there some
 day.
 Don't envy the fellow who gets what he wants. Emulate him. Sympathy
 We wouldn't give two figs for that neighborly sympathy which is called
 to life only by the hush of death. And that is one reason why some folks do
 not like the public card of thanks. There should be no occasion for thanking folks for simply doing their duty. If your home catches fire it stands to reason the neighbors will help you to save what they can. If you are stricken by the death of one of the family, it is only common de- cency upon the part of your friends to come to your aid. And yet this mere ssistance is so rare that we have seen strong men with tears streaming down their faces as they | felt the heart-break of parting with a loved one, say, What would we do without friends ?"
 This noble attribute of sympathy
 ought not to be so rare that only death or disaster can call it into be- ing. We ought to practice it toward our neighbor every day of our lives
 You don't know how a showing of in- terest, kind word or hearty hand CidSp Hldy SlTtnStIltH tIIc poor ueVll
 who is trudging under load he keeps hidden from the public gaze And, then, there is Mother It isn't
 much of task making Mother hap py. As her hair whitens and the light
 in her eyes begins to fade, her wants
 grow correspondingly simpler. But
 she wants to know that she some
 times is in your thoughts-wants to
 be kept in mind. She needs little
 change from the monotonous routine
 of her life Can't you manage to
 give her one? Think it over and do something for Mother. Give her a little gift some other time than upon Christmas day.
 And you fellows who have left the old home and are far from her, don't fancy that letter telling her more or less of what has happened will be enough. You must write her love
 letter. Perhaps it is not in fashion,
 but that is one kind of love letter that must never become obsolete the love letter to Mother at home.