The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-11-25
BY BRYAN MACK

The Journals family is composed Of
many happy men, women and boys, but
the happiest of them are the carrier
| boys who are working under a new sys-
tenn that enables them to earn more
than twice the amount they formerly
made.
| 1t Is quite an inspiration for a boy to
have his income doubled, and that is
just what The Journal carrier boys are
experiencing.
Under the new system the boys are
charged for their papers, and they make
their profit by selling them to the read
ers at the weekly rate, and their profit
| is in the difference in the price they
/ pay and the price they receive from the
subscriber. They are young business men
buying at one price and selling for a
profit.
| The training the boys are getting in
| thus handling their own affairs is going
| to be the foundation upon which sue
cesses of the future will be made.
1 hope the people-and they are doing
it already with few exceptions-will CO.
| operate with the boys. Encouragement
| to young people means more than
groWn-ups realize.
Seldom do we ever have elections
when two forces claim to have won, but
in the elections of this month both the
prohibition forces and the wet crowd
claim to have come out victorious, which
| would seem to indicate that "a wonder
full time was had'' by all.
Here we have another contributor to
this column. This good party sends in
J an article by some man called Ernest
Crutcher, NJ. D., out in Los Angeles,
| and wants to know why I don't write
pieces like this. My only answer Is that
| I get great deal of fun out of what
| 1 write, and I don't think the author Of
the following piece gets much fun out
of what he does. The article is who
Am 1? Whence? Why? whither?"
And. writing to that subject, DR..
Crutcher says:
Il am my own ideal in the making.
am only that which 1 myself have
yearned for and attained. That have
| built no more nobly is because I de-
signed poorly.
I'm soul growth, naught is given; all
| must be earned. I am thu architect of
my own-body. mind. faculties, nascent
future. sensibilities and powers. With
the dawn of enlarged powers there ar
rives other possibilities, dependent upon
nothing else than my own aspirings and
endeavors.
Mature gives naught; all Is, or must
be, won.
"Heredity is a myth. Environment is
much
I'VE get nothing from our predeces-
sors. Each is an eternal entity travel
ing toward individuality. Our parents
did not choose US; we chose them. Many
Of us were not wanted.
ITO aver death ends all is trivial
thinking
Life Is.
Il am life. Life has neither beginning
nor ending. I am my own story. the
store of my own strtvings through the
aeons OF time. UP through the mineral
vegetable. animal. to the yet humble es-
tate of what we call man. The ultimate
or even the next step. is difficult to
reckon. The more than 100 vestigial
organs that still cling to my house.
patched and mended, still so evolve
other Sensibilittes for gathering expert-
ence, the food OF the soul. losing some
parts now utilized-for some are mani
testify decadent already - developing
others as substitutes or improvements
on and on with changing bodies. each
patterned after the present, but never
quite the same: changing with the
changes Of spirit inteSer about which
the BODY must intergrate; showing forth
outwaroly the signs Of inward and spir-
itCal grace or awkwardness and ugl-
ness; choosing my familiArs and birth
parents by right OF assimilation; birds
OF feather docking together or DOS
sloIy' sent into a given circle for beneA-
cent or mGynap, puntttcs reasons; each
helping the other. or serving as goads,
or grlnostoneS, Tor Frightening or sharp
en!ng faculties dormant except for frri-
tations and FRACTIONAL educations had IN
such environment; my body ever q mis-
fit, or handicapped by my precedent