Hank Streeter used to sit around the corner grocery store,
A-telling of the things he’d like to do;
“But, pshaw!” said Hank, “it ain’t no use to tackle ’em before
Fate settles in her mind she’ll help you through.
And ’tain’t no use to waste your time on triflin’ things,” said he;
“The feller that secures the biggest plum
Is the one that thinks up something that’s a winner, so, you see,
I’m waitin’ for a brain-wave to come.”
In all God’s creation there is no place appointed for the idle man.—Gladstone.
“The men that make the biggest hits,” so Hank would often say,