Norwich bulletin., 1922-09-23
JUST DO IT

My dear Social Corner sisters: Who thinks she can't write letter 70 the Social Corner because some member of the. family informs them t is not as grammatical as 1t should be. Don't show it to any one. Just do 1t. You have of course heard the old time say ing that any one bent on accomplishing the most in life must hitch his wagon to starr according to modern science, W. D. Moffat with the Mentor, says, ! '1rhe. nearest star Is so far away that l the transportation of one individual to 1t, reckoned at the established rate at thres cents per mile, would call for all the money in the world, and when that indi- vIdual got there, he would not have cash enough to bring him back.
 l I presume that hitching his waGcn tc . star, means to fix ones aspiration on a
 high point and as it reaches that polnt to look for one higher, and so on until 4 it reaches the goal.
 ' Have you read. of Winter Comes?'' If so you will remember how Mark Sabre kept persistently competing with himself
 in coasting home on his bicycle at the
 end of the day, how he kept tally on bis 1 advances in coasting by putting down white stakes to mark the progress he
 made.
 think without doubt have written 15D stories. and my stories were un- doubtedly remarkable. My family never 1 took any notice of them whatsoever and
 made no attempt to accelerate the
 growth. of my budding genius, and, so,
 through their neglect to read my stories
 (which they absolutely declined to Go)
 upon love and various other subjects
 would have been lost forever if it hadn't
 have been for the World war. The sol. dievs. devouped the contents of the man 1 uscriptS I sent them with great inte- } rest. I was informed by 8 keen ob.
 server, who wrote me a letter begging 5 for more of that kind of dope if had it I So sent them my letter and manuscript. l that I was advised at home to put in thS
 waste basket ur to can them
 T. was pleased to think #. helped en
 certain the soldiers. I rsaily think tha
 if 1t hadn't been for my stories the wal 2 !. would still be in existence.
 I ! was filled with indignation when
 was advised to get all such ideas out 0 ' my system on paper, then can them 2 but as time has somewhat healed m, wounds, and as I am naturally amlahle [, I have forgiven their seeming neglec U to appreciate. True genius always ov
 ercomes sooner or later, and my dea : sisters, just you write and you will ge :, the space that belongs to you. Just sl down and write what is nearest you
 heart.
 Y Now the, first time wrote considere . myself competent to handle any sub \, ject from political leader in the stat of the country down to a dissertatio u on a coat-button, but wanted t choose a title that would meet wit
 general approval.
 Now Our Country" thought woul
 be great theme, but I did1't ina gin the other sex would exactly like tt
 ladies to meddle with that, except acquiescence to all that they do, and 6 VI lady and-a writer l feel bound to COT " eillste the lords of creation I mu r. say though in all due respects tn oi
 Soldiers I think some of the Wone w could have done quite as well In u o field as some of our generals; indeed will venture to write that 1 think tn. might have surpassed them, and ,wittol ', trying very hard either. The other ds , after reading the newspaper, I feR tn sh a reverie and began to imagine myse n a, modern Joan of Arc And to bui
 castles in the air. having for my eou dation my exploits in that capacit Just at the instant my castles had reac on ed a good attitude. someone happened ~, fire of fire cracker outside the wi dow. The start I made through my ali ,a buildings to the ground. convinced I ,d that If my mission was not poetic ge neither was 1t a Yar=like one.
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