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Show Uncle Wali's A frit BEGINNING THE DAY ((TFA MAN" begins the day in a good humur," observed the professor, "everything "ill prosper with him." "You tulk ns though beginning the day In a good humor was as easy as fulling off a log," said the low-browed man. "I suppose , ' ' ... you have been SjtI : reading one of - : i those fool sun-c sun-c shine books, and ys you tllInk a man v can be In a good y humor Just by ' 4. 1 saying he is going i"ij5' I to be- But,a man : f jr v j can't control his . J humors any more i " than he can con- t " ? a trol dreams. . H ."Some days I L J feel like the orlg- wa f lnal Sunny Sam. uel, and I Just naturally go around shedding light into the dark places, and making everybody glad. At such times the world seems an unqualified success, and the fact that I was born into it does not cause me any remorse. If some prominent citizen backed me up against a fence and asked me what v made me feel so gay, I coaldn't give him any helpful Information. I don't know, myself, what causes the chipper chip-per feeling. I suppose it must be because be-cause my works are In good condition, doing their digestive stunts at the old stand. "After a few days the glad feeilng passes away, and instead of being a Sunny Samuel I become a Mournful Moses. I have all kinds of presentiments presenti-ments of evil. I have a firm conviction convic-tion that the bottom is about to drop out of everything, and that I'll be mixed up with the wreckage. I take a pessimistic view of everything, and go grouching around until even the cows are sick of seeing me, and they give me a lift with their hind feet as a gentle hint that I should come out of my trance. " "If a leading business man asked me to explain my melancholy I couldn't do It. The world seems to be moving along as though nothing had happened, the same old sun Is shining on the day shift, and the scented zephyrs are blowing through my whiskers as of old. "Often a man begiiis the day wrong, through some accident or unpleasant experience. Then he knows why he has a grouch, but that doesn't help him to get rid of It. This morning I was lying In bed dreaming that I was the only original white hope, and that I was making a heroic effort to bring the ' laurels back to the Caucasian Cauca-sian race. I was just administering an uppercut that seemed destined to bring home the bacon, when I fell out of bed and practically ruined my-head against the floor. "I came downstairs In a beastly humor, hu-mor, and after breakfast I went over and picked a quarrel with old Doo-little, Doo-little, so that lie had to shin up a tree to escape violence, and all because I was feeling ornery. It wouldn't have been safe for any man to tell me that In order to begin the day right all a man has to do is to begin it right. "I have gone out from the house to milk the cows In the morning, many a time, feeling as blithesome and glad as a dickeyblrd, and quite satisfied that the day was going to be one round of pleasure. Then a cow would Iglve me a poke In the ribs with one N of her celluloid horns, or push her big splay foot Into a brimming bucket of milk, and the joyous stuff was all off, - and I'd be so sore all day that Aunt Julia would hand me my meals with a pitchfork. "The other morning I got up feeling so mean that I was ashamed to look In the mirror. I went downtown after breakfast, In the mood to rob a blind organ grinder of his few plugged nickels. Then I went to the post offlce of-flce and got a registered letter. A man who had owed me $2 for 'five years had an ingrowing conscience at last, and sent the money to me. When I left the post offlce everybody commented com-mented on my winning smile and said I was the little sunbeam of the town." Farm life has its disadvantages; but no matter how tight money gets, the dinner bell still rings at noon. |