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REVIEW
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JIUJIC^ADE
V O L . LI. N o . 14.
Published Every Saturday by Edward Lyman Bill at 1 Madison Ave., New York, Oct. 1, 1910
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A I T H , yes, that's a good thing to talk, and a man who has not faith in God or man invariably has
none in himself, and you will find the man who is lacking in faith is invariably one of the dreary
kind, who has a never-changing tale of woes.
. Now, the world is better off without the morbid utterances of pessimists.
It is sad enough, and there is enough human discord, grief and pain without continually harping upon
it.
Talk happiness.
It pays!
A sunny temper—a smiling face—perseverance that never falters—are some of the things which make
up luck, while suspicion—melancholy—bad temper—are the logical causes for misfortune.
I believe that a man can always exercise an healthful influence when he is in an optimistic mood, and
I am pleased to say that hundreds of my readers agree with me.
In a communication sent to me by L. A. Champion, Fort Scott, Kansas, appears the following:
"I do not want to take up very much of your time—just enough to compliment you on your first page
editorials in The Review. They are certainly worthy of close study and an attempt at living up to them.
Optimism is well worth a good try. It helps the optimist—it helps all that come in contact with it. It's a
business getter and makes this old world a better place to live in. Some of us are optimists by nature and
the rest of us will have to cultivate that quality, and it's worth while. We want again to express our ap-
preciation of your articles and say keep it up."
The sentiments expressed above have a peculiarly agreeable ring and they are in harmony with other
communications which I have received from my friends all over the country, and that induce me to continue
this feature of the paper.
I have found that it pleases my readers and that surely is gratifying to a writer.
We see on every hand pessimistic men whose whole lives are gloomy and made unhappy by doubt.
Now, to get these men away from gloomy subjects should be the aim of all, and one cannot charm —
interest or please—by harping on the sorrows of life.
No path is wholly smooth or wholly rough, but if we look closely we may find places that are reason-
ably smooth and clear.
Anyway, talk happiness!
The world is sad enough without our individual woes and our friends do not wish to listen to hard
luck stories. I once knew a salesman who seemed to take especial delight in telling callers how fickle for-
tune never smiled upon him—when he so richly deserved her bounteous gifts—he said that he was worthy
of them. Maybe he was, but he spent so much time in telling people about it that he talked himself out of
every position that he ever had.
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