The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1923-10-05
SMlLIN THRU
MAKE A START
BY GEE SEE


When you have big job to do,
But ever since the world began
The things that have confronted
man
Have had small beginning.
Great oaks from little acorns
grow"
Chats one sure thing that
we all know,)
And if we look at things that way
Wen find our work will be like
play
If we just make a start.
We kill time when we wake each
day
BY dreading to crawl from the
hay.
But if we hop out on the floor
We find that we're not near so
sore
If we just make a start.
And when we reach our place of
work
We find task we want to shirk;
We stall around and dread the
job,
And put if off like some big
slob,
And never make start.
But if the start is once begun,
We find the job is lots of fun;
We get it finished with less push
Than we spent beating round the
bush,
When once we've made start
So cram that thought into your
bean
When you find you are not so
keen
To clean up some unpleasant
task
There's nothing easier to ask
JUST MAKE A START!
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1.-THE Lord will provide IF YOU
WORK LIKE THUNDER AND
RUN YOUR LEGS OFF TO COL
LECT WHAT is OWING YOU!
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A bill collector may never quail
fly for the Olympic Games, but he
can do a marathon or hundred
yard dash with the best of them!
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1t has been said that the only
good Indian is dead Indian. But
the only GOOD SUBSCRIBER is
the good paying subscriber.
@a*s@@
A man can be so honest that he
could be trusted in bank vaults con-
tanning millions and yet never steal
cent. But he will beat the editor
out of the money he owes on his
subscription without qualm.
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SMALL TOWN PHILOSOPHY
The thirsty traveller on the desert
would be fool to pour his precious
water upon the dry sands.
Waste not your affections upon
the ungrateful.
Only selfish souls know the voice
of Love when it sings in the wild
erness of sordid things.
One day in London amidst the
vibrant beauty of Trinity Chimes a
man stood with eyes shining as he
listened to the melody of their tones.
To passerby he said, aren't the
chimes beautiful" passerby cup
ped his hand behind his ear and
shouted with frown, What did
you say? | can't hear thing for
those damned bells!"
@&%&a@
Ask Joe Finkle to tell you how
he was fleeced by fakir at the
Trenton Fair when he bought two
tin razors and brass founain pen.
The old shell game has long since
been relegated to the limbo of an
tiquities, but there are new ones
born every minute, and they have
to have some sort of skin game to
keep them amused.
&@@&na
Our idea of a dumb bell is the
mother who takes a crying baby to
the theatre at night.
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WARNING TO CUDDLERS
When you go "skylarking' in the
rear of the Record Building at night
be sure you don't drop papers con-
tanning your name as was done last
Saturday night.
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SOMETHING TO ADD TO THE
GEOGRAPHY
A newcomer in Lambertville has
expressed the expert opinion that
the Delaware River at this point is
salt water, because it is the same
color as the salt water around
Staten Island"
The day of the horse is doomed.
Time was when it was said that
the auto could never take the place
of the horse because it couldn't
think" In the old days traveller
who was lost could trust his horse
to take him home if given free rein.
But last week. in Brooklyn, an auto
crossed the sidewalk, crashed thru
the front of saloon and carried
its owner right up to the bar and
stopped, A horse could do no bet
ter than that.