Ogden Daily Standard | 1919-07-09 | Page 13 | Work

WORK. j I toiled along for many years at hoe- ing beans and grooming steers, with weary bone and thew; and I looked forward for-ward to the day when I could throw j the tools away, and have no work to : do. Then 1 would have no grievous j 'task; on downy beds of ease I'd bask, and drink red lemonade, for me '! there'd be no beastly grind. I'd sleep all day if so Inclined, and through j cheap novels wade. At last the day I I I longed for came; bliss percolated I through my frame. "At last," I said. "I'm free; this getting up at break of j I day to milk the cows and pitch the i hay no more of that for me!" Then I for three weeks, or maybe five, exult- ' ling that I was alive, I loafed around the grad; pitched horseshoes on the j village green, and monkeyed with the j slot machine, and fancied I was glad. If. But soon my life became a bore; I yearned to have a man-sized chore, to make me tired at night; I longed to plow the rows of corn, and hear the old tin dinner horn, and have an appe- J tite. Another month of gilded ease. and my old dome was full of fleas, and bats and things like those; the loafing loaf-ing life had lost its charm, and I went ' whooping to the farm, where toil is all that gdes. I pity all the slothful I shirks, true bliss is for the man who works and sweats the long day I through; who knows, when comes the close of day, that he has grown a bale I of hay. or, peradventure. two. i