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Show red hot stoves all winter and could go back to It any time. Some of 'em will have to go back, but It won't ba because they want to. They're aching for a chance to work for honest toll, collecting for porta, representing In foreign countriea, registering in land offices, banding out mall In postof-flcea postof-flcea any old thing just ao It gives them good hard work and lota of It. Do the want to loaf? Ask 'em. "No, Nels, there'a a thousand or two of 'em would be glad of your Job If they could get It, and they wouldn't make no roar about the hour or the work. All they'd aik would be a decent aalary and a half a dozen huiky deputlea. And them ain't the only ones, took at all these fellowi you aee playing golf and riding around In automobile! and bunlng the merry-merry merry-merry and smoking cigarettes and drinking cocktalla In tha clubhouses juat to past away the time. They haven't got any job, and what's the result! They're miserable. Of course they are. Nothing to do. Look at m and you, we're bappy. We're honest; horny banded sons of toll and our hearts are light and we eat our chuck with a relish. Wheel me back about a yard now and fix them fires. Holy smoke! Look at the gauge. Get a wiggle on, now." Tbe assistant did aa he was requested re-quested and then wheeled his superior supe-rior back In accordance with further Instructions. "Hut all said and done," remarked the Janitor, "the horny-handed la most generally the bone-beaded." The Basement Philosopher Bp KENNETT HARRIS (CaffriflM. IV11. ktW.Q. CWfwa) Tbe Janitor, having Improvised a luxurious couch by spreading half a dosea burlap sacks In bis wheelbarrow, wheelbar-row, lit his pipe and disposed himself comfortably with bis extended legs on the barrow handles. "I ll call it a day." be said to his Scandinavian assistant. "If there'a anything else to be done, I'll let you do it. Don't thank me; It's no more than my duty. What's that? You wasn't going to? Well, I'm not sur-prised. sur-prised. A man who looks for gratitude grati-tude from a guy be'a trying to help ain't got the knowledge of human nature na-ture that I've raked together la the last thirty years. Hut you had ought to be grateful Just the same. "The trouble with you, Nela,M continued con-tinued the Janitor, "is that you've always al-ways been used to work and you don't realise Its blessings. I'll bet a bottle of brass polish you've done your eighteen hours a day steady in the old country ever since you was old enough to chew on a bunk of rye bread, and if there was any rush, you done another six hours and didn't think nothing of it. It got so it wasn't no particular treat to you, didn't It? Sure thing! And all tbem other square heads around you w as working, too, the same way, so you never felt you was any way'a privileged. There didn't seem to be no special dignity about It Ain't I right? "Well, I'm here to tell you that the man. that eats his bread In the sweat of his brow is the king pin of the row, and any politician will tell you tbe same. Tbe honest toller can lift up bla head and look the whole world In the face, and If tbe whole world doesn't like It, it knows what It can do. Of course In some trades that's more so 'than It is in others, but there's no getting around tbe fact that labor's the whole thing. It may get a few knocks in the federal courts enoe In a while, but you'll see it wipe LIT HIS PIPE AND DISPOSED HIMSELF COMFORTABLY. the sweat off Its brow and come tip milling every time. "What you want to do to get the respect of your fellow man which at the present time Is me Is to work. Uend your blooming back to it Dig In your toenails and push. Oet under neath and lift bust your suspender buttons, rip your shirt put your shoulders to It snd your whole soul In it and keep everlastingly at It; that's the way to do it. That'a the way I done before I got a weak heart. People Peo-ple used to stand around by the hour to watch me particularly my boss would. It waa a sight to see me work a rare eight, you might say. "And another thing, Nels, my friend: When you start In on a job, do it right the way It ought to be done. Take a pride in your work, take paina with It and acbes. Never mind if yon do bark your ahins or knock a little or the skin off your knuckles. If a cinder gets In your eye, shut your eye and don't think any more about It; If a red hot coal falls inside your shoe, don't make that an excuse to stop working; leave It alone and Itll cool off In time. If the ashes gets in your lungs, cough If you must, but don't Indulge yourself more'n necessary. Keep your mind on your wor whatever happens. A well-cleaned well-cleaned grate la a thing of beauty and a joy WW It clogs up again. A clear bright window pane Is a testimonial testi-monial or character, and a hallway well scrubbed a certificate or merit Let your brass work so shine that a woman can powder her noae and aet ber bat on atralght by it Clip the grass as If you were doing an extra fine job on your own whiskers with a view to that chrome-topped countrywoman country-woman or yours on the fourth floor. What you've got to tblnk about all the time is your work. "It's what we was put here for. Is work. You need to sleep so s youll M rested up for It and eat and drink so youll have tbe strength for It But sleeping and eating ain't what ought to occupy your mind the way It does. You don't want to be looking at the clock to aee If It'a time to quit either. What's tbe difference of a couple of hours or the missing of a meal or ao If there'a something to be done? Nothing at alt especially when a man's young and strong and has white eyebrow a and yellow teeth and a aame ending In 'sen.' Work! Think of the men that bavent got jobs. Washington's full of m this moment Fellowa that's been setting ajeuad and doing nothing bat spit at |
