ON TURNING YOUR BACK TO THE WIND.

White Ribbon, Volume 32, Issue 369, 18 March 1926, Page 2

ON TURNING YOUR BACK TO THE WIND.

There are many persons in the world like the tramp Mrs Asquith, shared her lunch with on the Scotch moors one day. She found this man seeking shelter from the rain under a dyke. He refused to answer questions about himself, and would not tell whence he came, or whither he was bound. “You seem to walk a:l (lay and go nowhere,” she said. “When you wake up in the morning, how do you shape your course?” “I always turn my hack to the wind,” he answered. People who turn their backs to the wind are drifters of the world. They go hither and thither, wanderers upon the fact* of the earth; they create nothing, render no service, and oftentimes go about thinking they are ill-treated. The tree* out of which ships’ masts are made, are those that grow on the exposed coast, where from infancy, they are forced to fight against the hurricanes that sweep down and threaten to destroy all tx fore them. The trees that grow in the sheltered valleys may be straight fibred, but they are weak and soft. They will do for pulp, but not for masts and spars. Usually the most worth-while people art 1 those who have been forced to fight their way forward in the world -people who have kept their faces toward the wind and not their backs. —“From the Forbes Magazine.” Let us be better men’ Let us find things to do; Saner and sweet‘ i than any yet, Higher and nobler and true!

Li t us be better men! Let us begin again, Trying all over the best we know To climb and develop and grow. Let us be better men! Whether with pick or pen, The labours we do is a work worth while If our hearts are clean and our spirits smile, And out of the ruck and rust and stain We make some growth and mark some gain. Let us be better men!