Nevertheless, it is true that once he said to himself distinctly. "The
Yankee in me does clamor to know what they want of that fellow."
[Footnote 1: Copyright, 1884, by Frances C. Sparhawk.]
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ROOM AT THE TOP.
Never you mind the crowd, lad,
Or fancy your life won't tell;
The work is the work for a' that
To him that doeth it well.
Fancy the world a hill, lad;
Look where the millions stop;
You'll find the crowd at the base, lad;
There's always room at the top.
Courage and faith and patience,
There's space in the old world, yet;
The better the chance you stand, lad,
The further along you get.
Keep your eye on the goal, lad,
Never despair or drop;
Be sure that your path leads upward;
There's always room at the top.
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TWO DAYS WITH THE A.M.C.
By Helen M. Winslow.
It is a divine up-reaching instinct in man that forces him to climb the
hills of science, unlock the mysteries of ages, and wrest from the
natural forces of earth and air, their well-guarded secrets.
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