The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-12-31
Here Is the Last Day of the Year
+ It Ought To Be Solemn Day for Many Of U.s.

Ear above the average Millions die in inancy-wssted
effort wasted suffering mental and physical for millions Of
mothers
The drag along, dropping off-snng into the
grave too soon-on all sorts of pretexts.
live the full seventy years. the extra ten or
wenty that land among the old people, still year
ending-s very big thing to Infancy takes up
many years. And old age the other end takes up many
Ohers. takes twenty years to learn what life isand
ten twenty more rule to knowledge and stop
being foolish
OF short LOSE HALF in dressing, sleeping
and making up minds to get out of bed.
Our life very short string of beadseach bead year.
And at IL o'clock tonight every living will have
bead less on his string.
Three hundred and sixtyfve days have slipped by Our
earth has travelled its little annual journey of 1874 millions of
miles the sun-besdes many other miles in its flight
wit the sun through space.
The hours have crawled aong-sowy it seems-but $3.50
Of them have passed thought of year.
How LONG the hours How LITTLE put into them.
Take your watch now, look at the clock you live
without watch Sit still minute passes Can you imagine
what you eight thousand hundred
and sixty hours-each of SIXTY MINUTES?
There in crying over split mik-no use weeping
over time Let be wise the dairymaid that
spilled milk She least tried not to keep splitting it.
Another year begins-and NOT late make up
Cor the past
The only thing TIME, and nearly all of have
TIME though the least valuable of pos
sessions.
We let it slip by like water in stream the clock
Il ticks chances Fights interest usambtion
may Sleep but brutality only dozes We read nation Of
the defeated fighter lying his back-whe the referee
seconds that deeathen the count reaches
ten.
Old Time referee holding the watch every of
Ms.
At midnight tonight he adds ONE to his fatal
How many shall let him count before get UP
and to work?
He is determined beaten is Time He counts
oil out at last ~
But he gives plenty of time plenty of chances WE
the spendthrts WE the foolish MASTERS Of only
session.
One wear more has gone That can't helped. All
regrets bring back and all cannot undo
any of its fooishness
But as this year dies new begins More lucky than
the flies and the flowers bloom season.
Let eay us b bepn this year ike MEN and WOMEN
Let us better year than the last anyhow even
we cannot make it perfect.
Ont Of endless billions of efforts of TRYING of WANT
ING improve has the human race-improved as
today
Out of billions of efforts resolves earnest
struggles bitter failures will finally the REAL and
Zach of us in his little struggle humanity
what the little coral insect does for the big reef Not
really Yet that coral reef has in it nothing
GREATER than the effort of a tiny insect:
Not of US is of Importance Yet in the future
will nothing greater than the feeble effort of feeble
MAN The greatest thing perhaps will be the effort of the
that failed-no man can weigh motives or deserts
Let the year begin your part TO
DO BETTER Do your tiny share of the big of
the raceand in doing do wonders for your
little existence.
How to begin?
THINK more TALK less.
Use energy in doing, instead of planning.
Make up your mind TO HELP OTHERS-f only with
poiteness patience Be decent little bullet in that great
baIl-bearing apparatus call civilization
Give the others a chance to roll
Save money ABOVE ALL. That opportunity.
Control yoursefappetite vanity thirst egotism SELF
INDULGENCE in all its FOOLISH forms Your business
Is to rule yourself Do that preliminary any
Remember that all you get the efforts of those
that lived before you and of those that live around YOU
You live in cooperative body gigantic co-partnership
BE a honest partner.
Give others chance
YOU KNOW what you ought do.
"The heart knoweth his bitterness"
The failure knows his weakness.
Stop LYING to yourself, from
You KNOW YOUR WEAKNESSES Correct them