Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 85, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 April 1916 — Destiny Versus th’ Rules o’ Success [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

Destiny Versus th’ Rules o’ Success

Elmer Jones, who traded his' farm fer stock in a Idaho gold mine, is clerkin’ in a Oklahomy hardware store and writes t’ have th’ Banner sent t’ his new address. A Becond trial has been denied Elmer Peters an’ he’ll begin his sentence th’ last o’ th’ current week. Lester Billings is still at large. Pogue Spry dropped In on his mother t’day. He Is not doin’ anything now, but has several things in view. When a feller picks up an ole home paper an’ sees what become o’ th’ boys he used t’ know it sorter convinces him that a feller is goln’ t’ be Jest what he’s goin’ t’ be in spite o’ opportunity, environment an’ ever’thing else. Elmer Jones wuz alius goin’ tv be a locomotive engineer. Jmfc 1 guess he’s hit his gait. All I kin remember about Elmer Peters is that he wuz In college most o’ th’ time. Lester Billings worked in a bank an’ had a good mother, an’ dashin’ Pogue Spry wuz a natural bora actor. In ever* city ther’s an ole boy from home. Somer have succeeded an’ some are gittin’ on, but th’ great bulk is struggling fer a foothold on th’ rung o’ existence. We all start out an drift along an’ finish accordin’ t’ program. Our destinies seem t’ be mapped out, an’ we succeed or fail regardless o’ all th’ rules o’ success. It’s amusin’ t’ read th’ recipes fer gittin' t’ th’ front that fill th’ magazines an’ papers these days. How t’ forge ahead, how t’ take th’ hurdles o’ life, how t’ tunnel thro’ ever* difficulty, how t’ reach th’ golden valley ahead. We read: “He who lays off is lost" "Do it now.” “Pleasure never yit paid a dividend." “A rollin’ stone sees lots o’ scenery but it's th’ sturdy rock that gits th’ goods,” . “Ther’s nothin' in all nature that’s count.’’ ■+£ “Say, T Will,’ an’ then go t’ ft Heed not th’ feeble voices o’ those who have tried an’ got cold feet.” “Sit down an’ wait an* be too late." “Love thy employer ”

“Th’ feller who don’t take a vacation laughs last.’’ “It’s th’ feller who’s alius in that gits th’ opportunities.” “Do it yourself an’ git th’ pelf.” “Ever’thing comes t’ him who works.” “There’s never any quarrel over th’ will o’ th’ feller who mixed pleasure with business.” “Ther’s no gold links along th’ road t’ success." “Our best dancers are numbered among th’ failures o’ life.” “Th’ only time a loafer is in it is when they take th’ census.” “Work with a will.” “Keep everlastin’ly at a thing till success crowns your efforts.” An’ then what? Weak from moneyglttin’, brutalized by crushin’ th’ little feller, round-shouldered by competition, pinched an’ wan thro’ loss o’ sleep, bald thro* worry, wasted thro’ lack o’ nourishment, sour thro’ lack o’ pleasant companionship, nervous thro’ fear o’ a declinin’ market you lay on a white cot in a sanitarium an' nibble a sody cracker an’ chuckle feebly o’er th’ failures o’ others," while a quartet o’ smilin' specialists meet outside your door an’ give you up. Ther’s many fer pleasanter routest’ eternity than by the way o’ th' road t’ success. (Protected by Adams Newspaper Service, >

"Ther’s Many Fer Pleasanter Routes t' Eternity Than by Way o’ th’ Road t' Success."