Hard Smiling.
(By "Walt Mason.) It's hard to smile when you have the grip, when you cough all day and all night you yip, when your lungs are strained and your throat is peeled and your head feels like a football field. Oh, it's hard to smile, but it can be done; I have tried the scheme, and the effort won. And the doctor, saici, as he gave me pills, and some castor oil, and a pint of 'I wish my patients were all like you, but they mostly roar when the doctor's due." And all who minister unto me, when I'm as sick as a man can.be, behold the radiance of my smile, and say ifc?s something that's well worth while; and they fondly hope that I* may get worse, it's such a pleasure my nibs to nurse. When sickness come to a man's abode, the women carry a grievous load. They fret and worry, and work and weep, they miss their meals and they lose their sleep. And lie is surely a tin-horn skate who gives their burden an added weight, by grouching around in a peevish style, for if he wishes he can smile.
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Levin Daily Chronicle, 12 April 1917, Page 3
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197Hard Smiling. Levin Daily Chronicle, 12 April 1917, Page 3
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