Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

PLAYING THE GAME

We don’t like the man who whines that the cards were stacked against him or that the umpire cheated.  We admire the chap who, when he must take his medicine, takes it cheerfully, bravely.  To play the game steadily is a merit, whether the game be a straight one or crooked.  A thoroughbred, even though bad, has more of our respect than the craven who cleaves to the proprieties solely from fear to violate them.  It has well been said:  “The mistakes which make us men are better than the accuracies that keep us children.”

  Yes, he went an’ stole our steers,
    So, of course, he had to die;
  I ain’t sheddin’ any tears,
    But, when I cash in—­say, I
    Want to take it like that guy—­
  Laughin’, jokin’, with the rest,
    Not a whimper, not a cry,
  Standin’ up to meet the test
    Till we swung him clear an’ high,
  With his face turned toward the west!

  Here’s the way it looks to me;
  Cattle thief’s no thing to be,
  But if you take up that trade,
  Be the best one ever made;
  If you’ve got a thing to do
  Do it strong an’ SEE IT THROUGH!

  That was him!  He played the game,
    Took his chances, bet his hand,
  When at last the showdown came
    An’ he lost, he kept his sand;
  Didn’t weep an’ didn’t pray,
    Didn’t waver er repent,
  Simply tossed his cards away,
    Knowin’ well just what it meant. 
  Never claimed the deck was stacked,
    Never called the game a snide,
  Acted like a man should act,
    Took his medicine—­an’ died!

  So I say it here again,
  What I think is true of men;
  They should try to do what’s right,
  Fair an’ square an’ clean an’ white,
  But, whatever is their line,
  Bad er good er foul er fine,
  Let ’em go the Limit, play
  Like a plunger, that’s the way!

Berton Braley.

From “Songs of the Workaday World.”

[Illustration:  CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN]

RESOLVE

There are some things we should all resolve to do.  What are they?  Any one may make a list for himself.  It would be interesting to compare it with the one here given by the poet.

  To keep my health! 
  To do my work! 
  To live! 
  To see to it I grow and gain and give! 
  Never to look behind me for an hour! 
  To wait in weakness, and to walk in power;
  But always fronting onward to the light,
  Always and always facing towards the right. 
  Robbed, starved, defeated, fallen, wide astray—­
  On, with what strength I have! 
  Back to the way!

Charlotte Perkins Gilman.

From “In This Our World.”

WHEN NATURE WANTS A MAN