TkE JOY OF GETTING EEADY
All week the little "boy had studied hard in school, looking for
ward to Saturday, for Saturday the boys were coming over to play
And Saturday came, too, "and with it the boys. They made a
search for batrel hoops and made bows. They cut straight sticks
and mde arr.ows. They tied stones into split sticks for tomahawks.
,They made spears from broom handles. They raided the hen coop
for feathers for head-dresses. They found some long poles and
patched tqgej:her pieces of bagging until they had made a wickie
up. Finally, after a deal of labor and trouble, they were all ready
"to play Indian," and then the visiting boys discovered that it was
time tb go Tiopie. Go nome they did, and the little boy's father came
and scolded Jiim for, mussing up the. yard and made him take down
vthe rude tent and put away the hardly-made weapons before he
could have supper.
All the little boyv got out of his longed-for holiday was the
irouble-of preparation "and the work of cleaning up.
But the little boy did not know that his holiday was an epitome
of -life; we are never quite feddy until it is time to "go home'
School days were a preparation, for higher education for a
slart in-life.The start was only the beginning of a struggle to get
enough together "tomarry and settle down. Settling down meant
buying a Tiome and a continuation of the struggle. Then came the
babies, and', the raising of a family, a good quarter of a century's
work. When that was accomplished, the "earning period" of life
- was largely past and it took just as much work and worry to provide
foivthe lesser needs of later life a's if had for the greater consume-
C tinn whpn vicrnr nf 1ifi was rrpatr tnn i
But always there was a good time coming just around the cor-
ner. Always the "play-day" was just ahead, until it was time "to
- go home."
Are not we all so? And is not the chief trouble that we fail to
get the full joy. out of the passing m'oment? If the little boy and
h?s fellows had made a sport 'instead of a labor out of the "getting
ready," he would not have felt the holiday lost. SchooL days, "get-
ting a, start," sweethearfMays, "settling down,' raising the family,
" and all the rest were enjoyable enough when looked back upon. It
" is "only in present realization that we fail to capatalize our enjoy
ments.. What we-need to do is to learn to enjoy the passing moment and
f then we won't mind when it is time to "go home'
Only, when it is all over, let us "hope that no Father will have
to scold us for mussing tni things!
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