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Show Don't Take Your Troubles to Bed. By "Edmund Vance Cooke. You may labor your fill, friend of mine, if you "wilt; Tou may worry a bit it you must; You may treat your affairs as a scries of cares. You may live on a scrap and a crusi; But when the day Is done, put it out of your head; Don't take your troubles to bed. You may batter your -way through the thick of the fray. You may sweat, you may swear, you may grunt; You may br? a jack-fool, if you must, but this rule. Should ever be kept at the front: Don't fight with your pillow, but lay down your head And kick every worriment out of the head. That friend or that foe (which he is, I don't know), Whose name we have spoken as Death, Hovere close to your side while you run or you ridt5. And he envies the warmth of your brf-ath: But it turns him away with a shake of his head '.otl Uc finds that you don't taUo your troubles to bed. - -In Ax-I-Dent-Ax. |