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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATURDAY, MAY 23, 1907.
BE PROUD OF YOUR WORK
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
(Copyright, 1907, by Amerlcan-Journal-Examlner.)
E VERT toller on earth should feel
himself nr herself an important
part of the world's machinery.
If you are'll laundress or an errand
boy, a cash girl or a scullion maid, a
clerk, a seamstress, a cook or a man
of all work, respect your toil and your,
self.
The world needs you and your work,
and you need tho work and the world’s
respect and patronage. Once you flit
your mind with this thought everything
will seem easier and less disagreeable.
Make up your mind to be prompt, to
be thorough, to be honest, to remem
ber and to bn agreeable, and as sure
as you live five years you will find
yourself climbing up the ladder of
progress and success.
If you arc a seamtress on small nay
you probably feel discouraged as you
see the success of some fashionable
dressmaker. You wonder why she has
so much—you so little.
Don’t Slight Your Task.
■Rut If you nllow yourself to slight
your work—to dawdle over your work
—to work “pig eye" buttonholes and
mnkc uneven seams—to come late and
go early—you will never advance in
your trade.
If you are one of the best, most
skillful and most agreeable seam
stresses to be found you will advance
and rise and succeed. The advance
may be slow, but alt growth Is slow.
If you deliver parcels and are
prompt, ready and bright—before long
you will And better paying work.
If you are an outdoor boy and take
care of the tools you use and do not
have to be told the same duties over
and over—you will make your way in
life.
Every young man who Is starting
out In a self-supporting career Is hop
ing to become a successful man—to be
advanced—and have his wages or his
salary Increased as the first step on-
ward.
When he hears of the progress some
other boy is making he wonders why
good luck does not fall to his lot and
meditates gloomily upon the partiality
of fortune.
To Win Promotion.
It might be wise for all such boys
to think a bit on what qualities are
most likely to Insure promotion or to
delay it.
The lad who Is sent out with letters
to post and requested to buy postals
und stamps and stamped newspaper
wrappers and to get the afternoon pa
per at the corner stand aa he returns
und comes back without the postals
the paper Is not hastening the day
of his promotion.
Of course, he Is "sorry he forgot” and
i Is quite willing to go back and
rectify his error. But he does not real
ize that In going back he is using
his employer’s time, not his own, and
trying his patience.
He has been engaged to run er
rands—he Is only a boy, of course,
and boys are not expected to have the
brains of men. Yet the boy Is the man
In miniature—
That Is the way his employer reasons
—and when ho finds an office boy con
tinually forgetting one or two of several
errands ho may excuse tho negligence,
but he does not advance tho wage or
promote to a higher position speedily.
Another lad with no better outlook
gets pushed up and on merely because
ho remembered the things he was
asked to do.
He that Is faithful in little things
shall be made ruler of many things.
The young man In a more Important
position may judge of bis future pros
pects by the same rule.
Don’t Trust to Luck.
Older men ore watching his methods,
and if they are slipshod and erratic and
spasmodic he need not count on his
smartness, his luck or his “nerve" to
carry him forward with any great ve
locity—or upward with any security.
When he finds duller and less gifted
companions advanced over him he need
not blame destiny, but look to his own
short-sightedness as the cause.
The stenographer who uses a worn-
out ribbon on her machine and mis
spells and mlspunctuates wonders why
she does not get on as well as other
girls who started even with her. and
she thinks the world very unjust and
decides the lot of a poor girl’Is a sad
one.
It does not occur to her that poor
work can be at the bottom of her fail
ure. That some worthy workers are
not appreciated properly and that somo
careless employees and unskilled work
men and women do get on by hook or
'crook in the world we know; but that
tho bulk of earth's failures result from
carelessness, incompetency and forget
fulness of tho tasks given them to do I
believe a careful Investigation would
prove.
Be Worthy of Success.
One thing Is certain—the boy or girl
who neglects a task or continually “for.
gets" Is taking nine chances out of ten
of snding as an Ignominious failure;
and the one who makes a point of re
membering and being faithful In small
matters is at least building character
for Ills own enjoyment and satisfac
tion. and there Is every good reason to
believe that the structure so built will
be recognized by the world and by
Dame Fortune eventually.
To be worth while is half the happi
ness of existence.
I may not reach the height I seek,
My untried strength may fall me.
And half way up the mountain peak
Rude tempests may assail me,
But though that height I never gain.
Herein lies comfort for my pain,
I will be worthy of it.
I would rather be worthy of a thing I
did not possess than to possess a thing
I was not worthy of. But I do not be
lieve It Is possible to fall of achieve
ment that which we make ourselves
worthy of doing unless death Interferes
and transplants us to a higher plane
of action.
As the twig is Inclined so the tree
Is bent.”
(Copyright, 1907. by Amerlcan-Journal-
Examlner.)
t ivrr THEN my Ma'y Jane was a llt-
\\J tie gal I sent her to Sunday
VV school an' de fus day when
she come home I ax her ef she learnt
anything.
" 'Oh, yassum.’ she 'spons, for Ma’y
Jane Is a mighty peart chile, ef I does
say hit myself. 'Yassum, I learnt all
about de Creation. Dero was a man
named Adam, and he wus de fus man,
and (lord mado him an' put him in a
beautiful,garden where dero wos flow
ers, an' animals, an' things, but Adam,
ho got mighty lonesome becaze dere
wam't -nobody to talk to him.
" 'So by an' by Gord give him some
chloroform an' put him to sleep, an’ den
He took out his brains an' made him a
wife outen ’em.’
“Dats de way Ma’y Jane told de
story. Now, me, I don't bellove dat ac
count of de creation of woman. I’se a
dyed In do wool, shoutin', Orthedox
Methodist, In good an’ reg'lar standln’
In de chuch, an' I believes dat what
de Bible say. 'bout woman bein’ made
out of de rib of man is true. Mo' dan
dat, when I looks about me an' sees
how shiftless, an’ waverin’, an' ondo-
clded de most of my sect Is, I not only
believes dat woman was made out of
de rlli of man. but dat she was made
out of a floatin' rib at dat.
"Dat got us off on de wrong foot, an’
we ain’t never cotch up wld hit ylt.
Cose, lightly speokln'. dem whut wasn't
given no backbone ought not to be
blamed for not bein' able to stand up,
but, all de same, mos’ of de troubles in
de world has come from women havin'
a piece of pink tape for a spine lnstld
of some good bone and gristle.
"Cose I belongs to de prar mcetin’,
an’ de temperance union, an' de 'sclety
for de squelrhln' of Vice, an' do promo
tion of de ballot mongst females, cane I
wants to stand up an' be. counted
mongst de elect. But I'm tellin’ you
right now dat I gits mighty tired of
prayin’ for dem hlessln's dat we wom
en folks could take wld one strong kick
—all together—ef our feet wam't tied
to ribbons lnstld of bein’ hitched to a
good, serviceable backbone.
"Yassum, look at de way dat men
treats us, an' we treats men. When a
man wants to marry he h'/nts up de
best gal In de community, an’ den be
puts on his specs an' looks Into her
character, an' goes snoopin' around to
see ef she’s got any past. A woman
sets still, an’ takes whut comes her way
an' she shets her eyes an’ puts cotton In
her ears for fear she mought hear 'bout
some of Ills carryln's on wld odder
women dat would break off de match.
A man says: ‘A angel ain't scarcely
good enough for mo to tie up wld.’ A
woman says: 'Bless Gord fop small fa
vors. Anybody In breeches 'll do for
me.'
“An’ ylt ef women had enough back
bone to stand up for deyselts in mar
riage, dey could git as good as dey
gives, for dere's one thing shore—a
man can’t git married wldout de as
sistance of a lady.
"Den how do we do when our hus
bands come home drunk In de middle
of de night? We gits up an' lets ’em In,
an' takes out our feelln's In talk, but
we dasnt trust any man to treat us dat
way, for we know dat we would be met
wld *h summons to de divorce court.
Yassum, all de fatted calf dat ever I
saw killed was slain for de prodigal
son. Ef de prodigal daughter got so
much oa a veal cutlet bit has got post
ate.
"An' at tor dese booh women dot’s so i
lackin' In backbone dat dey comes an'
loops over my kitchen stove lak n rain
bow whilst dey drops tears down upon
hit, an' tells how delr husbands won't
give ’em a quarter except ev’ry other
b'unday night, I ain't got no patience
wld ’em.
" 'Huh,' says I, 'ain't you got de skil
let an' de fryln' pan. an’ de broom right
In yore hnnd? Why don't you go out
on a strike ontel you starves yo hus
band Into signing a fair wage scale,
wld a eighteen hour day? De woman
dat makes a man comfortable is got de
upper hand of him, an' ef she don’t
take what's cornin’ to her hit's her own
fault. Dem whut makes door mats of
deyself Is got to expect to B* stepped
on. Yob don't see nobody tromplinlon
do planner.'
“Den dere’s this heah thing about
votin'. My goodness, hit suttinly does
raise my dander to lissen to all de
women dat sets around whinin’ 'bout
not havin' de ballot, an' de right to say
what taxes, an’ how many of ’em, dey
is got to pay, when all dey needs is jest
to gtt dey backs up an' hold one night
session wld dey husbands, an' brud-
ders. an’ men folks glnerally, to git hit.
Cose men Is gwlne to argify ag’lnat hit,
but, my land, when hit comes to a
talkin' match, I never seed no man ylt
dat could hold his own wld a' woman.
He lacks swiftness an’ stayin’ powers.
"Brer Jenkins, he say dat dere ain’t
no call for women to vote, case women
Is represented by delr husbands, an’
brudders, an' dat de ole bachelors cos's
a ballot for de ole maid.
" 'Huh.' spons I, ‘a man don't know
what a woman wants. He ain't got no
Idee how she feels, nor how she looks
at things, and he could represent her
In a millinery shop des as well as he
could at de polls.’ An’ den I axes him
Is ho ever tried to surprise his wife by
picking out a bunnit for her as a pres
ent, an' ho shuddered an’ turned kinder
ashy lookin’ as he sponded: 'Once!'
" ‘But, Sis Mlrandy,' soys he, ‘I hates
to think of yo' gentle sect mlxln' up
wld de rabble at de polls.*
"‘llrer Jenkins,' spons I, ‘I mixes up
wld ’em at de pos' office, an' de theay-
ter, an' on de street all de balance of
de time, an' I gits home safe an’ sound,
an' I don’t sec why men should be
tnoken wld de hydrophoby on 'lection
dny mo' dan on odder days, an’ so I say
I’ll take my chnnees on hit.'
" ‘But think how dirty politics Is,' he
goes on.
■' 'I ain't never seed men make no
dirt dat women didn’t have to clean up
after ’em,' spons I, 'an' mebbe after
women is run politics thro’ de hand
laundry dey'tl be cleaner.’
" ‘But who'll look after de chlllen
when delr mas Is away votin'?' axes he.
" 'De same women whut looks after
'em now when dere mas Is a scramblin’
at de marked down sales for 49t shirt
waists or Is off playin’ cyards for a
imitation Japanese flower pot,’ says L
" ‘Hit seems a shame,’ says Brer Jen.
kins, fctchln’ a sigh, *to think of bur
denin’ woman's tender shoulder wld de
responsibility of de ballot Don't ‘'t-
get. Sis Mlrandy, dat .women Is de
weaker vessel.'
“ ‘Brer Jenkins,’ spons l 'when I Is
doin' a day’s washln' an’ Ike comes
along an’ sees me totin' a bucket of
water, he stops an' says, "My goodness,
Mlrandy, but you sborely Is a fine,
strong, stroppin' woman.” Den ef he
comes along agin an' sees me sbovellln'
de snow ofTen de pavement In front of
de house ho passes me de compliirsnt
an' says dat I suttinly kin make do dirt
fly, but he don't offer to do de work for
me, but after I done took my wash
home, an' la cornin' along wld my
money puss In my. hand, an’ meets up
wld Ike, de ve'y fust words dat he says
Is:
” ‘Mlrandy, dat hand bag Is too heavy
for you. Let me rest you.’ An’ dot’s
de way men Is 'bout womqn votin'.
'Bout de only women's wuk dat men Is
willin' to take offen our hands Is votin’
for us, an’ managin’ our property. Naw,
sir, says I, ef I Is got de strength to
raize a fambly, an' do de cookin’ an’
de patchin*, an' help out wld de rent
money by doin’ a little washln’ on de
side, I prognosticates dat my strength
will hold out long enough to drap a lit.
tie measly piece of paper In de ballot
box.' w
But think of woman's sacred In
fluence, Bis Mlrandy,' says Brer Jen
kins, with tears In his eyes.
“ 'Brer Jenkins,’ spons I, ‘I done took
notice dat my Influence wld my hus
band Is sort of got a double distilled
strength when I can back hit up wld
somethin' else. For de fus fo’ years
me an' Ike was married I wuked my
sacred female Influence for all hit was
wuth to keep him at home of a night
an' outen de crap game, but dere seem
ed to be a kinder hitch In hit ontell I
took to waitin’ up for him wld a fiat
Iron an’ a rollin' pin, an’ wld dem to
help out de influence hit has made a
fambly man of Ike dat any woman
mought be proud to have turned out.'
“Den I say, ‘Ain't you never gwlne to
vote to give women de- ballot. Brer Jen
kins?' an' he spons:
‘■‘Hit'll sorter depend on whut Ma-
rlar says,' which Mnrlar Is his wife.
An' dat's de way wld 'em all. If half
de women dat wants de ballot, lnstld
of wlshln' for hit, would git up on’ fight
for hit, we’d git It befo’ sunset, for de
men would dost not come home wldout
hit Men ain’t afeared of women os a
sect, but all de men I know say ‘Please,
ma’am.' when dey thinks about delr
own wives an’ daughters.
“But 1 ain't got much hope of womon
stiffenin' up much. Dey don't admire
backbones much. Dey thinks dey In
terferes wfd de looks of a straight front
figger, an' dat a man had ruther put his
arm around somethin’ mushy dan
somethin’ dat feels sorter lak a ramrod.
I misdoubts dat ef artificial verterbroe
were for sale at a department store dat
dey could run a bargain sale of ’em.
Maybe, dough, thlngs'U brace up In
time, an' dat women will grow ’em.
Den we’ll have some band in makln'
de laws dat govern us, for all dat we
need to git de ballot Is enough back
bone to retch out on' grab what belongs
to us by right”
THE REAL GRIP.
Put had been very ill all winter. An
old friend meeting him on the street
one day asked what had beeh tho mat
ter with him.
“I've had the grip,” answered Pat In
a weak voice.
"The grip? Begorry, and phwat's
that?" asked his friend.
"It’s a disease that makes you sick
six months after you've got well,” ex
plained Pat.
PLANTING SONG.
Dig, dig, shovel and hoe, .
Carefully over tho ground we go
Pulling out weeds and throwing out
stones;
This Is no place for a "lasy-bones.”
Dig, deep In the warm brown soil
Cheeks red-rosy with pleasure of toll:
Plants from the greenhouse, seed lets
galore;
Our garden (a richer than ever before.
Richer In flowers, richer In care.
Richer In sunshine, richer In air;
Richer In fragrance. In color, in health,
Children and flowers, a garden ' of
wealth!
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