| MESSAGES OF INSPIRATION |
| BEND WITH WIND "Grandma Fontaine," one of the tart characters in Margaret mitchell's "Gone With the Wind," gave forth a bit of wisdom which is worth singling out for reflection right now when some people are finding it hard to sustain their courage. This is what she said "We bow to the inevitable. We're not wheat, we're buckwheat! When a storm comes along it flattens ripe wheat because it's dry and can't bend with the wind. But ripe buckwheat's got sap in it and it bends. And when the wind has passed, it springs up almost as straight and strong as before." Bend with the wind-don't let life break your spirit. After your trials and disappointments and discouragements spring back again like buckwheat! Don't let the things that can't be helped flatten you. Bide your time. Have patience. And after the storm straighten up and go forward. .....The Silver Lining. |
| BE CHEERFUL An individual who can show us a cheefulness of spirit in these vexing times is a treasure worth much fine gold. If ever we all needed inspiration to overcome the insidious ideas that seem to float so generously around us, we do, indeed, need them now. And your cheerful soul is just the antidote to present contitions which makes a soul so valuable. Of course, there is a vast and definite difference between the broad unintelligent cheerful person, whose laugh somewhat palls on us, and him who knows how we are all up against it, but never for once accepts a defeatist attitude; or loses his proportion; or encompasses us with gloomy forebodings. Let us then be cheerful-but more especially now, when so many of us are prone to accept, with a rather hopeless resignation, circumstances which seem to overwhelm us. Cheerfulness , which is wise and sensible will make for more business success and for far happier home life. It really is worth while cultivating. .....G. H. G. |
| DON'T GO AND 'GIT' SORRY FOR YOURSESLF. .....Mrs. Wiggs |
| WONDERING I'm wondering tonight if life's worth while; If there's anything left, after all the strife, To pay for what one gives to life-and yet, There are the dreams we hold within our hearts, That fill our souls with hope and love, That carry us to heights unknown- Save to a dreamer of dreams alone. Who shall say they are not real, if from a dream A perfect love is born unto a soul That long had sought in vain for love That fills the heart with joy and rapturous pain, And makes life here a thing complete? Life is not the empty mockery it seems- When one is a dreamer of dreams. .....Hazel Kay. |
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