Norwich bulletin., 1920-04-16

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 Tt won't be long, now, until the man who hates to carry out ashes will have chance to hate to cut the grass"
 This is supposed to be humorous. At least. I find it in one of the joke columns" But, if you will bite on it bit, I think you'll get taste of something which is more than merely jocose.
 Aunt Margaret used to be always complaining. She regarded herself as martyr about three hundred and sixty days of the year, and as a vic tim the other five. One day she was complaining to visitor that she was "so tired" The visitor tried to find out what she had been doing to pro- duce such exhaustion, but without getting much light. In fact. as Aunt | Margaret had done nothing more strenuous all day than sit by the win i dow and bewail her own sorrows. it was difficult for her to explain her | tiredness. But she kept on iterating 1 it, just the same, till her husband l bringing in an armfuI of wood for the stove, saw the visitors perplexity and remarked: "Oh. don't worry; she's chronically tired.'
 This world is full of men and wo- men who were born tired and have never outgrown it. It's blessing 1 for them-that their lungs work auto- matically. Else it seems. probable that they would find breathing too hard work and would give up the ex- 1 ertion.
 Every town and. village and city has it's Sons of Rest. They. forega- ! ther in the back rooms of country ! stores and city tobacco shops: in summer the park settees are apt to be ! constantly occupied by them. Some | times when two-handed men are 1 working on a street, these critters form Sidewalk Committees and. with hands in pockets and cigars tilted at all sorts of angles, criticise the way in which the work is being done.
 In the meantime their wives at l home are carrying out the ashes or cutting the grass, according to the season.
 There was a time, not so long ago, 1 either, when these limitations of men were looked upon with a more or less good d-natured contempt. Ordinarily they weren't considered worth getting mad at. They were tolerated be- 1 cause, being constructed along the | lines of human beings, it was dirnly felt that they had at~'least the legal rights of such and. were entitled to life, liberty and the pursuit of happi- ness-if, indeed, the sitting still with mouths open for happiness to blow in to could be called pursuit thereof
 But we're changing all that, these days. The Sons of Rest are apparent ly about to come into their own, al 1 last. Meaning thereby that they're preparing to inherit the earth, and suck it dry. One energetic enough to forecast the future might wonder what they'll live on when they've completed their suctional programme and extracted the last drop of juice from the shriveled world. But they are not worrying about that Bless you, no; it would be too much trou-
 ble to do that. Here we go, d. our fool souls; somebody head us,
 was the tortured cry of a famous pol
 itician, some years back, as he saw his beloved party about to commi:
 political suicide. But our modern
 Sons of Rest haven't .vigor or vision
 enough to feel apprehension.
 The worst of it is that 50 many whe
 once would have revolted indignantly
 against any suggestion. that they sy1F
 pathized with that sort of thing ol
 that sort of animal seem now to b.
 CD Dlisted in those same ranks.
 There was once time when WV
 were all workmen and we nearly al
 took pride m our work. Whether i
 was of hands or of head, we sough after expertness and eminence there
 in. We actually aspired for the dis tinction of doing our work well. w
 prided ourselves on our reputation for that. Or we envied those who's superior strength or ability enable
 them to overpass us. That is. tn l most of us did-all did who wer reckoned "of any account"
 . Do you happen to see very much o
 that going on, nowadays? Instea of studying methods for doing nor
 and better work. instead of pressin [ forward towards the mark of any hig ) calling whatever, we are now largel
 engaged in the quite different occupa ) ton of finding out how much we ca l get for the least value; how little "
 can do for the most wages. Instea y of q ruling zeal for accomplishmen 2 al any reasonable cost too many of u = seem actuated by an itch to see hol
 much easy graft we can rake off wit the least possible accomplishment. y Did you ever hear of Georg n Shearer? I never did till the othe
 day. It seems that he entered a Mi s chigan Central freight office in littl . Illinois village as a subordinate clerl . twenty-eight years ago. The fir.
 thing he did was to learn his wor " thoroughly and do it better than