Control over one’s temperament is positively necessary in making life worth while. If we are bent on securing full happiness for having lived, we are bound to contribute our share toward an ultimate _world sanity_ in which the word temperament may not serve to cloak _mental deficiency_. College life takes the kink out of the untrained mind and makes it behave normally. It makes no allowance for the accentuated temperament. Fool notions brought along from the dear old home town are soon sifted into the chaff barrel and _common sense_ comes into its own. [Illustration] [Illustration] CHAPTER III THE NEW ORDER OF LIVING We’re never old until we think we are--this I say, not as a _sop_ to those beyond the half-way station, but as a conclusion after some years of observation and association with men. I know some _young men of sixty_ who are putting over a sample of golf that annexes my goat. One forgets their age when he finds them up and coming on every proposition of legitimate sport and pleasure. They’ve _learned how to live_ and _are_ living. There is a big change in the habits of men. The day in which we live is replete with simple enjoyments and facilities whereby to make the most of them. _Achievement_ keeps them young, and achievement is a matter of management rather than working hours. _Organization_ cuts the hours off of the business day which leaves ample time for the recreation needed to insure a good appetite, a healthy body, and the right kind of sleep. If there is any secret in this simple process then consider that the cat is “out of the bag.” _It’s yours._ [Illustration: “And her name was Maud”] If we see a lean, hungry, decrepit mule wearily dragging his load along we know at a glance that he is underfed, overworked, and _doesn’t receive proper care_. He works too many hours a day, stands abuse from his driver, becomes morose, just the same as a human being, and finally, indifferent to what happens. Thus reduced to the depth of despair, he actually awaits the crack of the whip across his loins before answering the call to move along. But times are changing for both men and mules. Neither will stand the abuse and neglect of years gone by. Men are no longer the slaves of the _big boss_. They have certain hours for work, after which their time is their own. Fortunately the era of treating one’s self decently is on. The barroom has ceased to be the national indoor sport. Every self-respecting town or city has joined in the _community of interests_ theory that out-of-door life is good for its citizens. The result is _play-grounds_ for children, _public parks_ for all of the family, and _golf courses_ nearby for the men. It beats the old front porch rocking chair proposition forty ways.