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But the world quickly got over its disappointment in his personal
appearance and antecedents. It knew him and revered him as the
master-mind of the ages; and it loved him for himself, for his
quizzical short-sighted eyes and the inimitable way in which he
screwed up his face when he laughed; it loved him for his simplicity
and comradeship and warm humanness, and for his fondness for salted
pecans and his aversion to cats. And to-day, in the wonder-city of
Asgard, rises in awful beauty that monument to him that dwarfs the
pyramids and all the monstrous blood-stained monuments of antiquity.
And on that monument, as all know, is inscribed in imperishable
bronze the prophecy and the fulfilment: "ALL WILL BE JOY-SMITHS, AND
THEIR TASK SHALL BE TO BEAT OUT LAUGHTER FROM THE RINGING ANVIL OF
LIFE."
[EDITORIAL NOTE.--This remarkable production is the work of Harry
Beckwith, a student in the Lowell High School of San Francisco, and
it is here reproduced chiefly because of the youth of its author.
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