KEEP ON MOVING.
Keep on moving, don't stand still, Keep on climbing straight uphill; Do not loiter, do not stop— Press on till you reach the top! Don't get started, pause and sigh. And let others pass you by; Keep on moving—with a smile— Easier will grow each mile. Turns and obstacles don't dread, Keep on moving right ahead! Keep on moving, that's the way, Un. up higher, every day; Keep on moving, come, don't stop—• Win the prize that's at the top! MAKING PROGRESS. "I am glad to see you home, Johnny," said the father to his small son, who had been away at school, but who was now home on his vacation. "How are you getting on at school?" "Fine!" said Johnny. "I have learnt to say 'Thank you' and 'lf you please' in French." "Good!" said the father. "That's more than you ever learnt to say in English." AN INDIAN CUSTOM. In days gone by a terrible fate awaited the Hindu babies when the sun dried up the smaller rivers and the rice fields failed for want of rain! The mothers fancied the gods were angry, and in order to win their pardon they sacrificed to them "the best they had," and threw the babies into the Ganges —the sacred river in which the natives still believe a goddess dwells. Thus, they thought, the famine would be stayed.
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Matamata Record, Volume II, Issue 67, 31 January 1918, Page 4
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231KEEP ON MOVING. Matamata Record, Volume II, Issue 67, 31 January 1918, Page 4
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