Dear Folks:
When twilight shadows start to creep and night comes stealing on, I know another page is turned, another day is gone. And if it’s been a busy day that’s kept me on the go, and if there’s something worth the while that’s left behind to show, my appetite is good and strong, my dinner is a treat, and Wifie’ll say, “It’s good, my dear, to see the way you eat.”
I’ll help to wash the dishes and I’ll hum a merry tune. I’ll be surprised to find we’ve washed the dishes up so soon. I’ll have a evening full of fun and go to bed at night, a feeling that it’s great to live, that all the world is right.
But if the day has dragged along with nothing really done, if when I close my desk I find no worthwhile thing be begun, my appetite is bad indeed, I’ll fuss round and fret, and Wifie’ll say, “My goodness man, what makes you so upset?”
I’ll help to wash the dishes but ‘twill seem to take a year, and when I got to bed all night, the world looks bleak and drear.
It’s keeping busy day by day that keeps us satisfied. It’s doing things that we can show and look upon with pride that make the world a better place in which to work and play. It’s laziness that makes us fret and make the world look gray.
Cordilly yours—T.V.R.
From the editorial page of the Concord Daily Tribune, Monday, Jan. 5, 1925. “Cordially” was spelled “Cordilly” in the paper. The Village Rymster was a syndicated columnist.
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