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• Editor: B2331
• Newspaper: The Umpire volume 2
• Page Number: 2
• Date: April 9 1913
• Tags:
• poetry

«MAKE GOOD”

Make Good -Cut-out ‘“if, '’ “could,” and ‘‘should,” And start in to saw wood. You caun still have the best Things in life, like the rest Of the men who've achieved Just because they’ve believed In themselves. You’re deceived If you think fortune comes With a rattle of drums And a fanfare of state To hand yours on a plate. That isn’t the way That she visits today. You must get out and rustle, bustle; and hustle; You’ll need all your muscle for you’ve got to tussle. : Plunge into the fight, Hit to left and to right And keep crashing, and smashing: Don’t let up with your striking Till things meet your liking. For God's sake, stop bawling— Instead, do some mauling. It makes the world bitter To look ata quitter; Fate scowls when she sees A grown up on his knees A man with his health Is a mine jammed with wealth Full of unexplored lodes, Why, the freckled-back toads Have the sense to keep jumping— And hear you are frumping. Come now, strike your gait— It isn’t too late, There's no such thing as fate!

• Drop that fool-talk of luck,” Get a grip on your pluck, And buck. Begin To grin, And win.