A GLAD WORLD.
(Bv Walt Mason.)
This world’s so tine and dandy that life should be a grin; there's always sunshine handy for those who’d. wade therein. As cheerful as a colt is, Ido mv daily toil; there always is a poultice for every human boil. I brood not. lest disaster of'life should ruin make; there is a mustard plaster tor every human ache. If life, at any juncture, seems desolate and grim, and hope receives a puncture, then let her run on the rim: and laugh at Old Man (sorrow, and bet your Sunday lid that things will run to-morrow well a> ever they did. I have the giddy habit of giving grief a slap; if there’s a smile I nab it and paste it on my map. The little tin-horn trouble that drive some men insane to me are vagrant bubbles, thy-’re' empty things and vain. And when full-grown afflictions come down in cataracts. I look upon them as tictious that masquerade as facts. I fire, them in a hurry. 1 bid them loop the loops; I say to them, “For worry I do not care three tvbools.” For joy’s the line 1 trade in. the goods in which I deal; it is the stuff I wade in to back my daily spiel.
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Otaki Mail, Volume XXVIII, 25 August 1920, Page 4
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215A GLAD WORLD. Otaki Mail, Volume XXVIII, 25 August 1920, Page 4
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