• Author: Unknown
• Editor: B-2331
• Newspaper: The Umpire volume 2
• Page Number:
• Date: 4 9 1913
• Tags:
• poetry
• advice

Make GoodMake GoodCut out "if, " "could -." and "should,"And start in to saw wood.You can still have the best Things in life, like the restOf the men who've achieved Just because they've believed In themselves. You're deceived If you think fortune comes With a rattle of drumsAnd a fanfare of stateTo hand yours on a plate.That isn't the wayThat she visits today.You must get out and rustle, bustle;and hustle;You'll need all your muscle for you've got totussle.Plunge into the fight,Hit to left and to rightAnd keep crashing, and smashing:Don't let up with your strikingTill things meet your liking.For God's sake, stop bawling-Instead, no some mauling.It makes the world bitterTo look at a quitter;Fate scowls when she seesA grown up on his kneesA man with his healthIs a mine jammed with wealthFull of unexplored lodes,Why, the freckled-back toadsHave 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. BeginTo grin, And win.