I know this world is infinitely blest.”
—Rodman Gilder, The Outlook.
(500)
COMPETITION
Much of the joy of life would vanish if we had no races to run, no contests to engage in. The true spirit of competition is exprest in the following rime:
On Saturday, next Saturday, may I be there to greet
Those sixteen jolly Englishmen a-tugging for the lead.
And eight shall have the victory and eight must bear defeat;
But what’s the odds since all have pluck—and that’s the thing we need.
Oh, it’s rowing in a stern chase that makes you feel you’re dying.