The Cody enterprise and the Park County enterprise., December 27, 1922, Page PAGE THREE, Image 3

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WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 27, 1922.
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BELL, well, well,” said the
Old Year, “It is bg nice to
see you. New Year. I con
gratulate vou, and as the
good people say, I wish you
a Happy New Year.”
“Thank you, thank you,”
said the New Year, in a
sweet young voice. “I
have great respect for you. Old Tear.
You have been so wise and so good.
You have done so much that is fine.
Now, how I shall be I do not know
at all. I feel so uncertain of my
self.”
“Oh, you’ll get over that,” said the
Old Year; “you are a little nervous
How, but you will be all right In no
time at all.
“Why, I remember last January—
my very first month of all —I was all
liver my nervousness before the month
Was over.”
“Were you, indeed?” said the New
Year. “Well, that is most encourag
ing to hear.”
“Yfes,” said the Old Year, “one gets
over one’s nervousness very quickly
when one is a year. I don’t know how
it is with people, but I know how it is
with a year.
“Os course, I suppose a person might
need more than a few weeks to get
over nervousness, but then a person is
about so much longer thar. a year.
After all, a year isn’t so long."
“Where are you going now?” asked
the New Year.
“Why, don’t you know?” the Old
Year asked.
“I’ve never been told,” said the New
Year. “You see, I have lots to learn.
I’m so young,” and the New Year
sighed a little.
“Oh, you mustn't sigh,” said the Old
Year. “It's so beautiful a thing to be
young, and strong, and new, and brisk.
Os course, too, It is especially nice for a
year, because so much is learned In ad
vance, as It were.
“You don’t have to begin and learn
everything over again, as though you
were the first year that had ever been.
And people help you so much, too.
They go on just as they were going
■on before, and try to keep you from
feeling sensitive and shy.
“People make it so easy for you.
You’ll discover that.
“But you were asking me where I
was going, so I must tell you.”
“I would so much love to know,” said
the New Year.
“I am going,” Raid the Old Year, “to
the Beautiful Valley of Memories. Oh,
they tell me it is so wonderful a
jiluee, and because it is so beautiful
no one minds growing older or any
thing of that sort.
“That is why I am not sad and why
I can greet you so gayly and so cheer
fully.
“The Beautiful Valley of Memories
has ever so many living there. Os
course, all the old years are there, and
what good times they do have com
paring notes.
“Then they have hurried visitors
from away, too. You will notice from
time to time how people will remember
some lovely thing that happened some
time ago.
“It is then that we receive hurried
visits from these people, so hurried,
sometimes, they scarcely realize they
have come to visit us as they’re so
quickly off again.
“But they are with us long enough
to know how beautiful is this Val
ley of Memories.
“You can’t imagine how lovely it is
until you have been there. I was
given just a little look at it today,
and you see already I talk as though 1
were an old Inhabitant.
“There are bouses there, and they are
so sweet and so pretty, with lovely
flower gardens filled with favorite flow
ers. All our flowers have wonderful
memories. There are forget-me-nots
in one bed, because they are the fa
vorite flowers of one who has so many
memories about them.
“The trees are favorites. There are
favorite pines. And there are all sorts
of lovely things there.
“Oh, the Old Year Is not sad to leave,
for the Old Year is going to have so
good a time. And you have no idea
how our valley Is loved. Everywhere
around It is known and many people
know of It, though they do not know
Just where It Is.
* The Beautiful Valley of Memo
ries,' they say, ’oh, it seems to me I
know of that. Didn’t I spend a part
of my childhood there? It sounds so
very familiar. I am sure I spent happy
days there once.'
“So, New Year, I wish you well. It’s
a splendid world, and you'll meet ever
so many fine men and women and boys
and girls.
“Good-by, and the best of luck.”
The Old Year w’as gone, and every
one was shouting “Happy New Year,”
and the New Year felt especially
happy to think that the Old Year, too,
would be happy!
BEGAN NEW YEAR MARCH 25
March 25 was the usual New Year
among most Christian peoples in early
medieval days, but in Anglo-Saxon
Europe December 21, was New Year
day. William the Conqueror, ordered
the observance on January 1, at the
time of the German conquest, but
later England, with the rest of Christ
endom, began her new year on March
25.
THE GREGORIAN CALENDAR
The adoption of the Gregorian calen
dar, in 1582, restored January 1 as
New Year day and this was accepted
by all Roman Catholic countries at
once; by Germany, Denmark and
Sweden about 1720 aud England in
1751.
NEW YEAR’S DAY
THE storm-wind sank, the moon rods
high.
Set round with silver haze,
Where, late, sky-spaces wonderful
Showed green as chrysoprase.
Within the old gray church anon
Tie gathered folk would sit;
I met the old year on the hill,
And bade farewell to it.
The woods around stood stark and dim.
But st my feet white birds
Fluttered, the wraiths of kindly deed
And sweet, remembered words.
Above me, from Orlon’s belt,
A great gem flashed and fell;
Was It a seraph prince sped by,
Michael, or Gabriel?
Then, though my lonely heart must mourn
For some that come no more,
White sails of Hope I seemed to see
Set to a sapphire shore.
As he who dreamed a New World sailed
On an uncharted sea,
From Palos with his caravels
Lured by a mystery.
So, under flaming Asian skies.
Or by the still, white Pole,
That Great Advsnture, the New Tear,
Beacons the human soul.
—L. M, Llttje in &QQton Herald.
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(©. 191 S, Western Newspaper Union.)
IT IS the custom of a certain rail
way engineer to have his boy
with him now and then in the en
gine cab. The youngster states that
he has “ringed the bell and blown the
whistle,” but that he has not yet
“pulled the throttle.”
This to be the matter with a
good many older ones of the present
generation, and It may explain their
lack of progress. They have rung the
bell and they have blown the whistle,
but they have neglected to open the
throttle.
That Invisible force that Is in us all
responds wonderfully when we call
upon It, but Is only a useless and di
minishing energy until we do. Bell
and whistle may advertise that we
have steam up, but they cannot get
us along. They may both be active
while we are really slowing up, like
the train that approaches a stop.
The station may be a permanence
for us when we could go a good deal
farther, we may arrive at a dead line
In life while yet young, because we
have shut the throttle instead of open
ing It, turned off steam instead of
turning it on.
There never was more chance for
progress than this New Year Is offer
ing. Never before did opportunity
beckon more earnestly. Never was
talent so much In demand, never was
capacity so much needed. Never was
ability so largely rewarded. . Great
positions wait for those who can fill
them. Ambition may plan. Aspira
tion may hope.
But I wouldn't want a fast young
man on my road. I wouldn't have a
loud young woman in my office.
Cigarettes shut off steam. The call Is
not for noise, but for efficiency! I
can watch a young man's smoke when
that is about nil there Is of him. I
can hoar a belle ring when I would
prefer to have her busy!
&BOY&
S<~OUTB
(Conducted by National Council of the Boy
Bcouta of America.)
HONOR ROOSEVELT’S MEMORY
On th© anniversary of the birth of
Theodore Roosevelt, October 27, scouts
In every part ot’ the country united In
paying tribute to the memory of their
chief scout citizen and his scout like
qualities of virility, integrity, square
dealing, public service arid practical
citizenship.
“The two thoughts animating the
demonstrations,” says James E. West,
chief scout executive, “were first, to
do honor and to keep alive the mem
ory of a great American and good scout,
who kept the scout oath and law him
self; and, secondly, to Inspire scouts
and the public generally with a desire
to be better citizens, remembering
•such as these have lived and died.’ ”
Ceremonies took the form of special
troop exercises, public gatherings,
speeches, rallies, tree plantings and
dedications in school yards, community
centers, and on highways.
One of the most impressive cere
monies was the third annual pllgrh.i
age to Roosevelt’s grave at Oyster
Bay, N. Y., attended by a thousand
scouts of Greater New York and vi
cinity under leadership of National
Scout Commissioner Daniel Carter
Beard.
The plan to erect at Oyster Bay an
exact reproduction of the cabin occu
pied by the colonel when he lived a
ranchman’s life in the Bad Lands of
North Dakota, has received favorable
consideration from local and national
ofiicials. Logs for the cabin, accord
ing to the plan, will be contributed by
troops from every state in the Union
representing the 550,000 members in
every city, and nearly every town and
hamlet In the Union, all dedicated to
the same out-door life, study, manli
ness of character and virile citizenship
associated with the ideal scout and
citizen, Theodore Roosevelt.
THE ROAD TO KNOWLEDGE
How do you pack a blanket roll that’s fit
for a forest tramp?
How do you build a crackling fire when
all of the wood is damp?
How do you stretch a shelter tent and
how do you make your camp?
How do you cook your bacon and spuds
so none of the stuff will burn?
How do you know the things to take and
the things you must leave behind?
How do you make a bed of boughs that’s
comfortably designed?
How do you know the trail to take, and
the way that you should return?
Go to the Scouts, go to the Scouts, go
to the Scouts—end Learn!
Where are the streams that teem with
fish, and how do you travel there?
Which Is the trail to the piney woods
whose fragrance is on the air?
How can you keep to a faint blazed trail
as your only thoroughfare?
What is the secret of your craft and
where did you get your key?
How do you pilot a slim canoe through
rapids that seeth and toss?
How do you pick the safest ford when
there is a stream to cross?
How can you always find yourself wher
ever you chance to be?
Follow the Scouts, follow the Scouts,
follow the Scouts—and
What did you do to get so brown, so
husky and strong and straight 7
Where aid you learn that easy walk, that
breezy and swinging gait?
And where did you get that fearless
glance that challenges Chance or
Fate?
And why do you grin and blush a bit,
yet hold your head so high?
Why do you spring so readily to answer
a call for aid?
And why do you tackle each job you find
as it you had learned the trade?
And why do you view this big round
world with a confident, cheerful eye?
I am a Scout—and a First-Class Scout,
and that is the reason why!
—Bert on Braley in Boys’ Life.
A SCOUT IS KIND
A little boy who was flying a kite
In a big wind lost control of it in a
cross current. The kite came down in
a broad sweep, landing In the top of
a high tree. The youngster was too
small to climb the tree so he broke the
string as near to the kite as possible
and went home sadly with only the
ball of string In his possession, his
heart broken because of the loss of
his treasure. On the way home he met
a boy scout who with characteristic
observation noticed the little boy’s de
jected look, and asked him what was
the matter. When told of the tragedy
the scout asked to be shown the tree,
which he promptly climbed, released
the kite and restored It Into the hands
of Its delighted owner. He might have
behaved In precisely the same Cushion
if he had not been a scout but, being
a scout, he just naturally couldn’t have
done otherwise.
BEK 3 GOOD TURN
From the Trenton (N. J.) Times, in
Its daily “Seen this Morning” column:
“Two boy scouts carrying basket of
clothes for colored washerwoman.”
PRESENT COMMUNITY PARK
Scouts find opportunity everywhere
to perform their daily good turns, pic
nic grounds not excepted. When
scouts of Zillah' Wash., presented to
the community 12 “Scout Park” acres
for a picnic ground, they roiled 365
“good turns” all Into one, for it had
taken the boys, with the aid of offi
cials and friends, one year to prepare
and clear the grounds, construct equip
ment, make trails and bridges, lay
water mains, dig ditches and pipe city
water to the park.
WBAT CAUSES GAS
ON THE STOMACH?
It Is caused by fermenting, sour
waste matter In the intestines. This
old. foul matter should be thoroughly
cleaned out with simple buckthorn
bark, glycerine, etc., as mixed in Ad
ler-i-ka. This acts on BOTH upper and
lower bowel, removing old accumu
lated matter you never thought was In
your system. Adler-l-ka relieves ANY
CASE gas on the stomach. EXCEL
LENT for sour stomach and chronic
constipation. Guards against appendi
citis. Western Drug Company, Cody.
Wyoming.
Her Relatives Included.
“So you want to marry my daugh
ter, eh?”
“I do, sir."
“Young man, have you considered
her family in this matter?”
“I have sir. ’. love that girl so much
I’d be willing to put up with any
thing.”
The Heaviest Part.
“My husband was taking part In a
dramatic performance last night, and
he Is so hoarse today he can scarcely
speak.”
“Oh, really! Was he playing the
leading part?”
“No, he was prompting.”
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A CINCH
Rabbit —Gee, this Is a cinch. That
fool city kid thinks I’m a bear or
something.
Now Chasing Fleas.
They have a darling in their home—
A fifty-dollar Pekinese —
The hand that rocked the cradle
Now is busy combing fleas.
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