2. Work 



" There is one friend who will never fail you while you 

 have hands to move and a brain to plan. In your dreariest 

 hours she will be your sweet refuge, and in times of pros- 

 perity she will guard you from ' pride which goeth before 

 destruction.' She will bring you long nights of restful sleep 

 at the end of your busy days, she will absorb you more and 

 more. Her name is Work, and neither the highest nor the 

 lowest can be happy for long without her." 



There is little in life but labor, 

 And tomorrow may find that a dream; 

 Success is the bride of Endeavor, 

 And luck but a meteor's gleam. 



There are thousands of persons in the United States today 

 that are not obliged to work, since their fortunes are ample 

 to maintain them in idleness. But there never was an idle 

 person who was happy, nor was there ever a busy person, 

 even though his work might not have been to his taste, that did 

 not get more happiness out of activity than he could pos- 

 sibly have obtained from idleness. In an article entitled 

 " Why Does a Rich Man Work? " 1 H. F. Dix says : " Always, 

 as a mother returns rapturously to her young children, so they 

 [the rich men], the homing instinct being strong, return when 

 vacation is over with new zest to their work. The railroads, 

 banks and corporations which absorb them are children of 

 their enterprise and energy, and so the lure of the market 

 place is not that of mere money, but is primal in its origin and 

 wholly normal and right. It is the appeal of Work to the 

 man-soul." 



There is a great variety of work done in Rural America, but 



1 See The Independent, November 22, 1915, p. 306. 



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