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Show Ooslington's Philosophy Jt r-p Lns morning T mot walking along th " j street a man who was laughlnc: not nt something he saw. but Just aughing to himself at omcth!ng b" Ind In j Ms mind, at a happy tlvuht. His face 'was ' 'r.clined downward a llt"i and he had slowed , uown n little In Ills gait as he had become absorbed In what he was thinking about: r j but now, ns he passed the peak of this en- , Joyment. he lifted his had again to Its usual Vvel and strode on ngain ot his usual gait; I l.l.o face, however, still cmlling. Fortunate is the that his' In his hart a spring that bubb'es happy thoughts. Every time I give .h brush boy. In my ! barber shop a nickel I feel ' ashamed, for j myself and for him. For him, because he docs his work In a careless. Inefficient manner: for myself, be- -- ( 'vuisc T continue to pay for such service. And he's a nice boy nt that: cheerful, woll meaning, polite, but he simply doesn't know iH that ho Isn't living' up to his' privileges that jH ho isn't' doing the best ho could. , jH I don't know what I can do about it JH . rothing. I suppose. Ilavlng started giving; lH T must keep on I would like to tell him ' that t)ri one and only way for anybody, man ' J or boy, to get on in tho world is to do his wo'-k. whatever it mny hi?, to the very twst kk rl his ability: but this !s something that i can't pluck up tho cou-ngo to do. |