Bob Taylor's Magazine, Vol. I, No. 1, April 1905Various
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Bob Taylor's Magazine, Vol. I, No. 1, April 1905
Various
Agriculture -- Southern States -- Periodicals; Southern States -- Periodicals
How the hearts of the young male worshipers must thrill and palpitate
when she puckers her pouting lips to join in the sacred anthem. It must
be like the nectared melody of the nightingale dripping and tinkling
from the heart of a puckered rose.
Many a dull and sluggish youth, blinded by vanity, is to-day frittering
away the golden hours in some law college or medical school, who is
totally incapable by birth of ever grasping or assimilating the
principles of law or medicine, while under the leaf-fat of his stupid
brain some talent may lie sleeping, which, if aroused and called into
full play, might elevate him to the pedestal of glory as the champion
whistler of the world.
The man of one talent, if he develops and uses it intelligently, is
always the highest example of success, even in the humblest sphere. The
bootblack in the street, who, by his masterful touch, makes your shoes
reflect the sun, is as much an artist in his sphere and entitled to as
much credit as the man who made the shoes. The difficulty is that we
often rebel against Nature’s purpose, which if followed always leads to
success.
It is an old saying that “Fortune is fickle,” but there is not much
truth in the proverb. The trouble lies in the fact that human nature is
fickle and full of vanity; and we dream ourselves into the belief that
we can win applause in roles of life for which we have neither talent
nor adaptation. This is vanity, and the logical result is—limbs of the
law all leafless and briefless and weeping alone; business ventures
dodging the sheriff and sighing for a lodge in some vast wilderness;
medical aspiration hopeless and patientless in the valley of dry bones;
literary spirit with broken wings and tail feathers gone; and political
ambition with black eye and broken nose, sighing and singing wherever he
goes:
“I am nobody’s darling,
Nobody cares for me.”
When a young man comes to choose a vocation in life let him buck-and-gag
vanity and enter the field for which he is best adapted. Let him analyze
and synthesize himself and approximate as nearly as possible the
capacity of his mental powers. Let him study his own talent as he would
study a book and when he has determined upon his calling let him pursue
it without the shadow of turning, and he will surely win.
The Governor.
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