Jasper County Democrat, Volume 6, Number 5, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 May 1903 — DOES THIS MAKE YOU TIRED? [ARTICLE]

DOES THIS MAKE YOU TIRED?

Yawn, and the world yawns with you; toil, and yon toil alone; for all of us feel so run down at the heel that we’re weary in marrow and bone; and the night seems a brief siesta, while the care that infests the day, is the one weary thought that nobody ought to work in April or May; for then’s when that tired feeling, that drowsy, dream-laden delight, makes you yearn for the dales and clover-clad vales on a day that is sunny and bright. O joy! And you dream of the days of your childhood, when in barefooted freedom you strolled where the tall grasses grew that so tenderly drew you into their welcoming fold. Nothing to do but be happy, nothing to seek but joy; and life was a song the whole year long, when you were a boy—a boy. O rapture! And don’t you remember the springhouse, the gourd and the cream in the jar? And it didn’t taste like the dairyman’s paste that your drinking to-day at the bar. And don’t you remember the orchard, out there where the plum’s balmy bloom vied with apple and peach in an effort to reach the sky with its fragrant perfume? And there was the mill by the river, and not far away was the pool where you used to swim with Johnny and Jim, and the rest of the truants from school. Gosh! Wake from thy dream, O dreamer! for facts destroy fancy’s design; it is easily seen that asphalt’s not green, and no daisydecked dells are thine. You are woeful and worn and weary, and life is not one sweet dream; you have that tired feeling, and there’s no use concealing that you are not getting the cream. Yes,, you want to rest, but how can you? There are babies to feed and caress; there’s a dear little wife—the pride of your life —who is asking for money for dress. So toil on, poor dog in Fate’s kennel, ’twon’t do any good to complain; for you’ll notice one thing, if you live till next spring you'll have that tired feeling again. How sad!