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Show MUST BE PLEASURE IN WORK Otherwise, a Man's Lot In the World Assuredly Is Cast In the Hardest of Places. A man's luck Is as hard as adamant If ho Is not In lovo with tho work ho does ns with a maid ho woos. It Is a miserable thing to caro for ono's occupation occu-pation merely becauso It shuts out tho "thoughts that burn Uko Irons it you think." Any trado or profession you could numo is a poor affair if it Is but a time killer, a stop-gap, an oplato, tho ballast of tho dirlglblo life You hear a man start his work with a faint tap at a clock stroke, and you hear him drop It with a loud thud at another clock Btroko, nnd you know his bouI and his brain aro not allvo in tho thing that ho Is doing. Why? A thousand men aro a thousand reasons why. Any man v. ho can bo accurately stigmatized stig-matized as olllclent (dreadful word!) brings all of himself to tho task In hand. Ho brings not merely his sixth senso and his fourth dimension to bear on his concerning handful, but ovoryj hit of vital electricity In tho storage batteries of his wholo bolng. When' ho has dono his level best, ho Is, as wo Ironically say, "played out," and, ho Is supposed to tako a rest which may nssumo tho form of harder labor than over In a wholly different field of cndeaor. In fact, tho man who has formed tho habit of work is never happy to bo Idlo. It Is no ubo to extend to him tho prospect of comploto hiatus in tho namo of a vacation The program of tho null nnd void would assure him an acuto uneasiness Thero Is n saying that nature abhors n vacuum so does a real llvo man, tho son of nature Sond an Edison tcrbask In a Florida orango grovo and ho Is restlvo ns a lost soul, for his mind still twinkles with tho filaments of his laboratory In Now Jersey. Tho old lost stars con-tlnuo con-tlnuo to shine for many a voyager who has loft his familiar skies on tho other side of tho world |