I do not wish to seem unkind to my fellow-creatures, but it does seem as if to all legislatures, conventions, and other gatherings there should be an anteroom where the human flies could be gently but efficaciously swatted.
There are Senate flies, as well as House flies, politicians whose notion of their duty appears to be that they should vex, tantalize, and heckle the opposing party at every point.
There are fly newspapers, whose only policy seems to be petty, vicious annoyance.
There are fly preachers, with a cheap efficiency in diatribe and sarcasm, and no wholesome, constructive message.
There are fly school-teachers, who hector and scold; fly pupils, who find and fasten upon the teacher’s sensitive spot; fly beggars, who will not be put aside; fly reformers, who can only make trouble; fly neighbors, who cannot mind their own business; fly shopkeepers, who will not let you buy what you want.
And the name of the devil himself is Beelzebub; which being interpreted means “Lord of Flies.”
KEEP FIT
Ford, the automobile man, stated in his testimony before the Industrial Commission that he gets more and better work out of men at eight hours a day than at ten.
It is a law that holds good everywhere. The first duty of a worker is to keep himself fit. And an hour’s labor when he is up to the mark, bright, keen, and enthusiastic, is worth three hours’ effort when he is fagged.
“Keeping everlastingly at it brings success” is a lying motto; it rather brings poor results, slipshod products, and paresis.