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Show . WALT MASON j t THE HOTHEADS. We labor at the dally grind, each j in his wonted fashion; a.nd some con-I tlnue mild and kind, and sOnve am In a passion. Some workmen cannot fix a .hj..r, or ply a saw or chisel, but they begin to sweat and swear and m.ike the language sizzle. The: grumble like B house afire, both n ! and out of season; they're In a chron-i ic state of iro.that has no cause or reason. And one su'h delegate will1 spoil the ardor of the many, and kill the Pep of those who toll at loom or iplnnlng lennyt The hothead is a to- tal loss, and none admired his cap-! ers; we're not astonished when the I boss gives him his walking paper-i. How differ! nt the tiuiet gent: N stormy wrath delays him; he calml strives to earn the cent that his em ! ployer pays him. Sidestepping nolo i and fuss and strife, be draws his weekly money, and gives -t nickel to his wife to make her days more sunny. sun-ny. Whate'er the tool that he ma ply. u odlrkscrow or a spanner, he wields it with a beaming eye. in m& efficient manner. Then comes the i -os- some pleasant di . and says, "j Roubi n Bmlrker, we add nine kopeel a to your '.'ay. for you'ro a dandy worker. work-er. Your influence Is mighty fine, I you do no useless wailing, you ke i the other boys in line, and harmony's I prevailing." |