But Willie had never rested, he did not know how to rest.
“Enjoy yourself,” said the doctors, but Willie had never enjoyed himself.
“No more brain work,” said the doctors, but Willie’s brain had gained the momentum of constant habit and did business on its own account. Willie became morbid, brooding over his case; he could not stop his brain from thinking dollars, he could not satisfy himself that life was a success—so he blew his dollar-thinking brains out with an old shot gun.
A jury sat on Willie and decided that if a man with Willie’s millions did not care to live, suicide was justifiable—and commendable.
Moral—Don’t envy the millionaire; he gives up a lot for what he gets.
THE LOST DOLLAR
I lost a dollar bill one day, it wasn’t much,
It wouldn’t even pay the interest on one small debt,