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MUSIC TRADE
VOL. L. No. 1.
Published Every Saturday by Edward Lyman Bill at 1 Madison Ave., New York, January 1, 1910
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A L E 1909! Another year with its joys and sorrows, with its pleasures and disappointments, has
now become history and we are standing upon the threshold of a New Year with confidence in
its business-giving opportunities.
A whole year!
Much can be gained or lost in that period.
It takes one year for this little globe which we call earth to spin around the sun.
Time, after all, has no real existence, yet time is man's most precious possession, but how many
of us view it in just that way?
And, how have we all passed the time?
What did we do last year?
W h a t are we going to do this year?
The human mind is organized for practically unlimited thinking and studying, and how many of
us devote a reasonable number of hours each week or each year to that purpose?
If a man uses his time in the development of his mind he is fitting himself to deal more scientifi-
cally—more accurately—more methodically with the duties and problems which lie before him.
One hour—one half hour daily—wisely spent in some good book which reflects the sentiments of a
great mind will make the brain more efficient in the solution of every day business problems.
Hours are precious and time frittered aw T ay in idling is a crime.
Every man, whether young or old, should look upon each hour as an opportunity, and when viewed
that way there would be no throwing away of the hours.
The New Year is upon us and every week—every month—should mean something.
It should mean advance, and every man has within himself the elements necessary to make
advance.
But, some men are so calloused at times—so indifferent—that golden hours are wasted.
Some men are so inconsiderate of others' time that when they make an appointment they forget it
and drag in with some weak apology, half hour or an hour late.
Such men show that they have neither appreciation of the value of their own time or a knowledge
of the penalty which they are imposing, through their own selfishness and ignorance upon others.
Yet time is our most precious possession and it is the most mysterious factor in our lives and
thoughts and still it only exists for us in the actual moment in which we live.
Time represents our only chance—our only wealth—our only possibility for achieving anything.
Now, are we making the most of time as the moments fly?
That is the question which is up to all of us—more especially now—the first day of the New Year.