If a man stops to try on every shoe that fits him, he won't get dressed in time to build the fires in the morning. Strength to do and to endure is the rich, ripe fruit of trial and struggle, grown only in the gardens of supreme courage. Jist a-Wushin'! Jist a-wushin' fer the grass Whayre the brook's a-brimmin' An' the tow-head fellers thayre Strippin' off fer swimmin'! Wushin' fer to be a boy In the laughin' lan's o' joy, Whayre the rain-bows ring the medders with a rosy rim of joy! Wushin' fer the fields o' green, Cow-bells jingle, jangle, An' the kids thayre on the swing In the tree-tops' tangle! Wushin' fer to be a boy Whayre no sorrows fun destroy, An' the rain-bows ring the medders with a rosy rim of joy! Wushin' fer a fishin pole, Whayre the swallers chatter, An' the Bob-whites come an' call Through the cat-bird's clatter! Wushin' still to be a boy Whayre no grown-ups bring annoy, An' the rain-bows ring the medders with a rosy rim of joy! Jist a-wushin'! Only that, Fer tho perished pleasures! Jist a-wushin'! Fer the years An' their squandered treasures! Wushin' still to be a boy With the wide world fer a toy, While the rain-bows ring the medders with a rosy rim of joy! A Happy Farmer. What's the use to worry? Joy is coming nigh: Got the patches planted For the melons bye and bye! What's the use to worry? Trust the rain and sky; They will stuff the melons Full of heaven bye and bye! Sooner Sayings. When the cow-path fades, the section line appears. The testimony in a contest case is often a startling work of fiction. The booth certificate and the lottery number are worthless to the fellow that won't hustle. In the Lap of Spring. Took a walk one day to hear Mister Blue-bird sing; Found old Winter sittin' there In the lap of Spring! "Mister Winter!" So I said, "Guess you'd better hike! Give the lady here a chance At the rosy pike!" Loafing. Loafin' in the sunshine, On a grassy bed, Dreamin' of the melons An' their hearts of red! Loafin' in the sunshine,-- That is what I said! Mockin'-bird a-singin', Tree-tops overhead! Loafin' in the sunshine! All the cares are dead, Thinkin' of the melons An' their hearts of red! Loafin' in the sunshine,-- Work an' worry fled! Heart's a-dancin' hoe-downs With the roses red! No Encouragement. "Ah tole yuh, boss, dat book whut yuh calls de Bible ain't no frien' to de cullud people," said Black Mose in a sceptical moment. "Why, how is that Mose," said the preacher.