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Show Thoughts in My Den. Nature abhors the old, who lovo her most. A man with n boll on his neck finds no Joy In 18-story buildings. Any fool can nxk questions, but It tnkes a wise man to stop him. Tho older wo get tho moro wo rea. Izo tho limits of our nbllltlos. Ho who does his level best soldom finds It necessary to do other people Absence makes tho husband's heart grow fonder nfter tho dlshos aro all dirty. It takes needs to rnlso flowers, but Bomo men can rnlso caln wlth- out half trying. No one knows what Is In him until un-til ho gets down to hard work and mines tho claim, Too many men who hnvo not tho ability to build n dog houso try their band nt erecting palaces. Some men who think they nro regular reg-ular devils nre merely Innocent lamba with nbnormal Imaginations. It Is almost wortlj being away from home to find, upon returning, how much sho has missed yon. Tho gooBO stnnds on ono leg and holds up the other hut for tho life of mo I never could tell why. Somo men abhor vlco, but rent tholr buildings lo harlots. Tho lovo of money covers u multitude of sins, Some married couples nre nbout ns Illy mated as a dachshund nnd a greyhound grey-hound nnd still they wonder why thoy don't gel on together. Thero Is no city bo attrartlvo to , tho traveler ns the little homo "hack i yonder" Wo see not nlono with onfl pyus, hut with our henrt ns well. H Tho hill collector nlways appH sordid and grasping to the mnuH tins Just returned from coiH with nature on his summer IH do with nil nnd hours thnt must bo conH I seo thy fnro?" writes a KnmH to his Inamnrutn How wouH to suck elder through a strnvf filling a straight from tho toiH "I seo then In my drenmsH heart, nnd yet I cannot renchH writes n Chlcngo man on H tlnn to his best girl I'll bet H low would hug n girl In "H whllo a labor day parade waH The ambltlonless man Is freqnenV hnpplor than Is ho of rstless nuiRI-tlon. nuiRI-tlon. Progress Is built by mVr Bcourglng themselves to great deedw The contented man seldom bulldii castles. The revolution Is on In Tlussla. Despite hlB wishes, the horoscope suggests thnt Czar Nicholas murt soon eny with Tllchard II: "I ele this heavy m eight from off m head And this unwieldy sreptrii from my hand, The prldo of kinglr sway from out my heart." |