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LUCK
PRAYER FOR A MOTHER
“Do I believe in luck? I should say I do. It’s a wonder¬ ful force. I have watched the careers of too many lucky men to doubt its efficacy.
“You see some fellow reach out and grab an oppor¬ tunity that the other fellow standing around had not realized was there. Having grabbed it, he hangs on it with a grip that makes the jaws of a bulldog seem like a fairy touch. He calls into his play his breadth of vision. He sees the possibility of the situation, has the ambition to desire it, and the courage to tackle it.
“He intensifies his strong points, bolsters his weak ones, cultivates those personal qualities that cause other men to trust him and cooperate with him. He sows the seeds of sunshine, of good cheer, of optimism, of unstint¬ ed kindness. He gives freely of what he has, both spirit¬ ual and physical things.
“He thinks a little straighter, works a little harder and a little longer; travels on his nerve and enthusiasm; he gives such service as his best efforts permit. He keeps his head cool, his feet warm, his mind busy. He doesn’t worry over trifles.
“He plans his work and then sticks to it, rain or shine. He talks and acts like a winner, for he knows in time he will be one. And then — LUCK does all the rest.”
(Author Unknown)
Tommy McNeill: Donny hit me because we were playing navy and he torpedoed me in my engine room.
When Don gets to his feet he’s only half through his bath
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Please, Lord, give her enough to do —
Stitching up a cloud or two,
Scrubbing down the Golden Stair,
Patching robes the Seraphs wear,
Keeping all the star-points sharp,
Mending haloes or a harp,
Or washing all the tell-tale traces Of grime from off the Cherub’s faces.
Oh, give her tasks enough, Lord, please,
To keep her busy; languid ease Would bore her in Your blessed land;
Keep her busy eye and hand
And foot and mind: Lord, You shall see
How very useful she can he,
And how contented; Lord, You know She was a mother here below.
— Anne Mary Lawler
A couple named Anna and Abe lived in the Ozark mountains. On the very first trip they ever made into town they brought back a big ice cream sundae with goo and fruit on it. The natives for miles around gathered to look at it. Hut Anna and Abe argued about which one would eat it. The argument grew so hot they decided to separate for good. It was quite a sight, they say, to watch all those natives looking at that ice cream to see Abe ’n’ Anna split!
Every time you lick a war stamp and paste it in your book you’re helping to lick the Axis and give ’em a good pasting.
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