DR. FRANK CRANE'S DAILY EDITORIAL

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 74, 18 June 1927, Page 27

DR. FRANK CRANE'S DAILY EDITORIAL

JUST HIS JOB

(Copyright, 1927.) /VUT in California I once talked with a man who made a living from the pleasant occupation of flying kites. All he had to do was to wait for a bright sunny day when the breeze was sweeping in from the sea. and then go to some vacant lot near the edge of the town, and spend his afternoon in the sport of kite flying. And he got paid handsomely because attached to his string of kite 3 was an advertising banner which attracted attention for miles around. Here was a man whose job was just fun, whose work was play. If anyone ever should have had enjoyment out of his work, he was the man. But no. Flying kites was “just his job.” He got so tired of doing nothing but send up kites that only the good pay kept him at it. Fun, it seems, when it becomes the source of livelihood, loses its thrill. When you are earning your living you feel a sense of responsibility. When you are having fun you don’t care. When you are playing you can quit when you gef tired. When you are working you have to keep on. And it takes very little, having to keep on when you want to quit, to outweigh the fun that went before.