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WILLIAM RANDOLPH HEARST The True Meaning | of Success. | BY E L L A W H E E L E R W IL C O X # T Z Y iIATEVER you may be trying to ac- [ eomplish in the world, and however you mayf be hindered by fate from realiz-1 ing the goal of your dreams, there are aj few things you can accomplish which will! help humanity and at the same time belpj j you to mould your own character into fai™ er lines o f harmony. In tlic daily life you live, whether lti is in a home or a boarding house, a hotell or a club, whether you are man or woman J married or single, you are in daily contact;] with your bumau kind, and it lies In youi^ftl longs. power to put into execution a simple littlcH Unless the husband or ' the parents or If you are such a man, devoid of self, control, and rarely conversing with your family, save to criticise or find fault, you m ay. as well make over what you earn to those dependent upon you now, and leave them to the enjoyment of it, and go your way. For if it is only in dollars that your affection shows itself, there is no use in imposing your presence upon those you do not love. If you are cross and unamiable because you have not made a success of your life, why add the more disastrous failure as a good husband and father? Why not resolve to be the best man liv­ing in those capacities? There is no suc­cess so great on earth as the success of a man in his own home; the success which makes the ring of his footsteps the most welcome sound of the day to those near to hln>*. Unless your homecoming means happi­ness for your family you are indeed, a failure. If you are a woman, these same prin­ciples of life apply to you. The social queen, the neighborhood belle, Is a miser­able failure as a woman if she is not the joy and light of the home where she he­irso k s o v hart 00# ffitni commandment, which is old-:—so old thatft 11 it is almost obsolete in those days. N ^rattfigommandment, perhaps you remem- l i t f|r |i I mm for lo f l l frv#ii-A9mP #f*‘ fk*| fcj ft)!# jotirn*y end# W h m T fM b b ’i d on d i i f t f t i tMtrtnl |#yii fp fftd i sir# comfortU Rftcb o o c t p a ir l, ft roy a l fftm . I wootd tft biftp ftftcb oft* of l*ntt! I sot jroo fttilR f nun And know m f trip on oorth to don*. Ctpffigftf, tftStft. b Tb# J—m l-P W - the children of a household look up to you for your sweet and gracious and lovable qualities, for your unselfishness and 1 fcer. begins “ Do unto others,” and means I thoughtfulness in small matters and for J do as you would be done by. 1 your sympathy and tenderness in times of If you are a bachelor, living in a hotel, j trouble, then, you are a failure as a woman, you can think of this commandment when I no matter what laurels you may wear in you wait for a tardy elevator boy to an- £ the world at large. ft PI fMpVft swer your rin g; or when the breakfast you have ordered in a hurry comes slowly to the table; or when you find things at the office which are displeasing to you. Here is a chance to use a little practi- j cal religion— the religion of patience and I kindness— and to restrain the sharp word j and the quick rebuke until you know where j the fault lies. Half the unhappiness of the world comes j from blaming the wrong person. A' good I share of the other half comes from w ith -1 holding, deserved words of praise. If you are a married man, put the same rule into practice at home. However hard you may be working, and however desirous you are to make a success for the sake of ?OUrv'J’Abiiiy, remember that Eoary suc­cess can never recompense your wife and children for a life lived with a cross, fault- JindingAand unamiable m aesss »inviy#LL? m m mm-h iHBMHMftflftlHkravlESsEftiin C( *" H And if you are poor and unknown In the world, and if all you attempt to do fails, yet are you a glorious success if the home you occupy awards you love, grati­tude and respect. If you have no home and toil for a live­lihood, the feeling you awaken in the hearts of those with whom you toil is a proof whether you are a success or a fail­ure. To be loved and respected by those who associate with you daily—that means suc­cess, no matter what meaning the world gives that word. -S\ vss= From memory's crowded closet place, Lil^e faded leaves, sometimes l gather these old dreams of minet A n d kiss them o'er with rhymes. A n d my foolish tears upon them W ill glisten like the dew f That used to gem the flowers That the old, sweet mornings £neu\' / know the faded leaf has lost The balm to soothe again The heart that smarts Jrom sorrow A n d the dagger thrusts o f pain» A nd I know that every dream of theseJ\ Can only bring regret, V But, *tis sweetet to remember Than it could be to forget. So, I listen to the murmur O f the brook’s enchanting wave. Singing mystic songs of glory That the distance never gave; A nd I Watch the summer rainbow D ow n the heavens' vista bend, \ A n d that vanished like the treasures That were hidden at the end. • - The birds that sang at morning. The noon hum o f the bee, The trees, the flowers and waters, They all come back to m e; They come like tender glances That made sweet my mother's eyes. A n d they leave me like she left me W hen she^fled to Paradise. J O H N S. M 'C R O A R T Y . ? ' ? > -r-' '•> WmMm mm ? m i warn Ms B . , mm IIS