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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 02, 1912, Image 12

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THE PLAIN PATH
By Berton Braley.
"How shall I learn to write?" the young mane
And waits for sage advice before he tries.
There's just one recipe to give him y
The way toJearn of swimming is to swim, ,
The way to learn of writing is to write,
There is no other counsel worth a mite. t
Nor is this only true of writing fofk; "l'-?'
The expert golfer learned his winning stroke J
By playing golf the artist learned to draw, . . i
By sketching nearly everything he saw.
In all the fields of labor there are rules,
And there are teachej-s and the best of schools ' -
Which guide you on; but still this fact is tnie;
You've got to DO the thing to learn to do. '
'
To sit and dream of deeds is well enough,
But dreams are made of very fjinlsy stuff,
Unless you plan and toil and scheme and. act
To make your dream a plain accomplished fact
In other Words, when you come right down to it,
The way to do a thing is just to DO IT!
o o
- WALLOP!
Two young women entered a
street car and found only stand
ing room.
"I'm going to get a seat," said
one to her companion. "Now you
seel"
Selecting a sedate looking man
she walked up. to him.
"My dear Mr. Green 1" she ex
claimed. "How delighted I am to
meet you! You are almost a
stranger. Will I accept your seat?
Well, I do feel tired, I admit
Thank you so much !"
The man rose.
"Sit down, Jane, my girl," said
he, as he courteously pointed to
the vacant seat. "Don't often see
you out on a washing day. You
must feel tired, I'm sure. How's
your mistress?"
But the young woman" hurried
ly fled from her seat and got off at
the next corner.
o o
NOT FOR HER
A farmer's wife who had no
very romantic ideas about the op
posite sex, 'and who, hurrying
from churn to sink, from sink to
shed, apd back to the. kitchen
Stove, Avas asked if she warited to
vote.
"No, I certainly dont!" she
said. "I say if there's one little
thing that the men folks can do
alone lor goodneJT sake lejt 'em
do itl"

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