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Ah! What Avails The Classic Bent And What The Cultured Word, Against The Undoctored Incident That Actually Occurred? And What Is Art Whereto We Press Through Paint And Prose And Rhyme- When Nature In Her Nakedness Defeats Us Every Time?

In The Carboniferous Epoch We Were Promised Abundance For All, By Robbing Selected Peter To Pay For Collective Paul; But, Though We Had Plenty Of Money, There Was Nothing Our Money Could Buy, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings Said: 'if You Don't Work You Die.'

Our Loves Are Not Given, But Only Lent, At Compound Interest Of Cent Per Cent.

If You Can Walk With The Crowd And Keep Your Virtue, Or Walk With Kings-nor Lose The Common Touch; If Neither Foes Nor Loving Friends Can Hurt You; If All Men Count With You, But None Too Much; If You Can Fill The Unforgiving Minute With Sixty Seconds' Worth Of Distance Run, Yours Is The Earth And Everything That's In It, And - Which Is More - You'll Be A Man My Son!

If A Man Brings A Good Mind To What He Reads He May Become, As It Were, The Spiritual Descendant To Some Extent Of Great Men, And This Link, This Spiritual Hereditary Tie, May Help To Just Kick The Beam In The Right Direction At A Vital Crisis; Or May Keep Him From Drifting Through The Long Slack Times When, So To Speak, We Are Only Fielding And No Balls Are Coming Our Way.