The man who discovers means to help his fellow man, does a good act, but is the man with the dollars in front of his eyes who commercializes the discovery and invention. In the end, the man that helped mankind fares better than the man who made the millions. It's a great crowd surging by, and very few have the good sense to learn the value of TO-DAY. That great crowd I see below my window thinks ever of to-morrow and forgets the wondrous opportunities that to-day holds out. Those who think always of to-morrow will never get the beauties and joys from life that comes to the little group of To-day, who appreciates and enjoys the real Now, rather than the pictured To-morrow that never comes. It's mighty interesting to sit on the side lines and watch the crowds go by and speculate on their movements. [Sidenote: The Road to Disillusionment.] Save up your pennies, measure everything by the dollar standard, think dollars, dream dollars, work, slave, push for the dollars and you will build a fortune. You will never have peace or recreation or joy; you will live only in hope of a some day when you will retire. That's the way the millionaires travel life's highway. Some day the paper will announce the death of those millionaires, and then the dollars will be blown in by reckless heirs, and so the grinding wheels roll on. Surely there are many ways of looking at things. Surely there is much of interest in the crowd. Surely there is an unending amount of thought and speculation possible about that crowd way down on the street below my window. What passions, what hopes, what joys, what sorrows, are in the hearts of that hurrying, worrying crowd. What noise this din of traffic makes; what activity man has stirred up. A picture, a drama, a tragedy, a comedy--all these I see in the human ants that run along below the hive where I sit and write these lines. The phone rings and my little Nancy Lou's voice says, "Daddy, will you please bring me a pencil and a tablet with lines on it." So I must needs stop this, whatever you may call it, and push through the crowd to get that tablet with "lines on it" for my Nancy Lou; and there is some feeling of happiness and content and peace in Daddy's heart as he lays down his pen, for Daddy is going Home, and that word means a lot in his little family, where they all say "Daddy" instead of Papa or Father. 6. [Sidenote: Wasted Energy.] It is hard enough to do duty once, but doubly hard when you anticipate mentally everything you have to do to-morrow. This doing things twice is a habit easily acquired if you don't watch out, and it means wasted energy. I have just read the experience of a housewife who was resting on a couch and reading. Her eye caught sight of a book lying on the floor across the room. Instantly her mindometer, if I may coin a word, registered, "When you get up, pick up that book." She went on reading, but her mind was not on the magazine she held, but on that book on the floor.