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Show WALT MASON STILL LEARNING 1 keep on reading, reading until my eyes are sore; my dome of thought I'm feeding with new and ancient lore. I read the grand old masters the poet and the seer; their thoughts, like por ous plasters, to memory adhere. I read tho modern feller, the "Main Street" type of scribe, whose book's the foremost seller among the human t rib' I read the ihoughts of Caesar, ! tho works of Harold Bell, I buy of every geezer who has a book to sell One cannot grind forever with any I sort of mill, if he makes no endeavors i the hopper part to fill. So many brilliant, bril-liant, striplings start out to conquer fame; they'll aj be newer Kipllngs. and beat him .at his tame. That they are grandly gifted no person can deny, I who marks, how they have lifted their I lyres and dlutes on high. They make la brave beginning, their fiery' spirits ,soar; we say, They'll soon be win ,ning the wreath that Milton wore." They dash off something clever, they glitter for a clay, and then wink out forever, and cease to put up hay. They do not read or study, their minds they do not scho61, but chase where lights !are ruddy, to play a game of pool. No 'mill can function proper, or turn out flour I wist, unless Into its hopper 1 you put some sort of grist. (Copyright, 1921'. George Matthew ; Adams ) oo |