I believe in the stuff I am handing out, in the firm I am working for; and in my ability to get results.  I believe that honest stuff can be passed out to honest men by honest methods.  I believe in working, not weeping; in boosting not knocking; and in the pleasure of my job.  I believe that a man gets what he goes after, that one deed done today is worth two deeds tomorrow, and that no man is down and out until he has lost faith in himself.  I believe in today and the work I am doing, in tomorrow and the work I hope to do, and in the sure reward which the future holds.  I believe in courtesy, in kindness, in generosity, in good cheer, in friendship and in honest competition.  I believe there is something doing, somewhere for every man ready to do it.  I believe I’m ready—­RIGHT NOW!—­Elbert Hubbard.

  I ask no odds of any man,
    I am not one that follies sway,
  I am the source of my rewards,
    I do my work each day.

  It matters not if rich or poor,
    This is the future’s great command,
  Who does not work shall cease to eat;
    Upon this rock I stand.

  The fruit of trees, the grain of fields,
    Wherever use and beauty lurk—­
  The good of all the world belongs
    To him who does the work.

  —­Max Ehrtnan.

  Are you trying to climb where the chosen are,
    Where the feet of men are few? 
  Do you long for “a job that is worth one’s while?”
    Well here’s a thought for you: 

  The pots of gold at the rainbow’s end
    Are sought by the teeming mob,
  But the fairies who guard them choose as friend
    The man that loves his job.

  No matter what grip of hand he has—­
    How poor or strong his brain,
  There’s always a place for the man who loves
    His work with might and main.

  Does he dig in a ditch, or blaze a trail,
    Where the dreams of men may run? 
  No clod of earth shall shoulder him
    From his place out in the sun.

  It isn’t the kick, It’s not the pull,
    That brings the strong man out;
  But it’s long-time work, and it’s all-time will,
    And cheerful heart and shout,

  Have you faith in yourself?  Do you want to win? 
    Is your heart for success athrob? 
  There’s just one thing that can bring you in
    With the winners—­love your job.

  —­Stewart Lishear.

Work Makes Men

“Work,” as Henry Drummond said on the death of his friend John Ewing, of Melbourne, “is given man, not only, nor so much, perhaps, because the world needs it, but because the workmen need it.  Men make work; but work makes men.  An office is not merely a place for making money; it is a place for making men.  A workshop is not a place for making machinery only; it is a place for making souls, for filling in the working virtues of one’s life; for turning out honest, modest and good-natured men.”