The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1922-09-09
FIGHT ON AND FEAR NOT.

Obscureiy written somewhere on a wall in the hazy hall of
memory, running back into school days, we see in the dim light the
words OF a Latin poet-Virgi, perhaps-and we recall a free trans
laton which was worked out with the aid OF a lexicon and, pos
sby, a sadly begrimed pony"
The prof" probably marked the translation IF" but we still
hold that it is perfectly good. For heavens sake don't ask us for
the Latin of it; for all we know now it might have been "E
interpreted was something like this:
There is no trouble SO acute but that some day you will look
back at it and taught" aa0F4
Now think It over seriously and let us ask you in all candor:
Didn't the old Roman singer say a mouthful when he spilled that
10 Illustrate, DO you remember the awful woes yoI had way
back yonder when you got into a mess with the teacher and it
seemed that nothing short Of murder would satisfy your outraged
sense of Justice? Or, anyway, you'd sure give him a whale Of a
licking when you grew upl And do you remember how, when
the first attack Of puppy love- hit you and the dear, cruel one
disappointed you in some way and you seriously meditated suicide
as a means OF spitng her? Those were real troubles, real crises,
while they lasted, but you now recall them with a smile.
And later you had other troubles every day. every week, every
year, and many times you firmly believed This is my fnsh-I
can't stand more of it" but, as a matter Of fact, you pulled out Of
it and, with the possible exception Of a few Of the great tragedies
of life, you now realize that your situation wasn't nearly as SER
ious as you thought it was; many Of the predicaments which drove
you to the verge of despair are now put into your department of
time when hardships were his portion and when he lived in a
dug-out and made a meal Of prairie dog? Those were not happy
days for him but he now laughs as he looks back and tells about
The simple truth is that all those sore trials through which YOU
passed N youth and in age were the tasks set by the greatest Of
all teachers, Experience, and as you wrestled with them, you were
learning life's invaluable lessons. Nobody gets very far or amounts
to much in this world unless he goes through the mill Of { difficulties
and vccistudes, and even personal sorrows have their mission III
the making of men and women. If we never had any troubles to
test tess,d and d draw daat a out all f, our powers i we always had it soft, we
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character which mark men and women who do things worth while.
And if we have a proper sense of perspective and hunor, we can
look back at the hardest and most painful lessons and laugh,
Pretty hot weather, yes; hard conditions and hard problems
in the business world; lots of hard luck; plenty OF personal, poll
teal, and economic crises in the world, just as there have always
been; you don't know what in the dickens it's all coming to and
how you and the country are going to pull out of it, any more
than you knew at that other dark period-or perhaps several of
thenl-how 1T was going to work out without irretrievable dis
aster. Take heart; the old poet knew: some day you will look
back at it and laugh.
In Mr.. Hutchinson's muchread and variously criticised book
Mark Sabre has more troubles than fall to the lot of MANY men
and in the climax he is driven to the border of insanity, but the
expressed in the verse on the title page is borne out: "fl
winter comes can spring be far behind?" From the dawn of time.
and shadow, dark days and bright DAYS have alternated
and It will always be SO. THE best is yet to be-or times are inl
His hand-dare all nor be afraid"