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V O L . L X L N o . 2 3 Published Every Saturday by Edward Lyman BUI at 373 Fourth Ave., New York, Dec. 11,1915
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Tomorrow
HE year is well toward its last lap, and it will be but a short time
before 1915 will have passed into history—into yesterday.
And what a history! No year's record since lime began com-
pares with it in the shedding of human blood, and while America has
been happily free from close contact with the terrible scenes across the seas,
yet, it is unfair to say that our isolation has prevented us from feeling the
presence of that awful shadow which is still over all of Europe.
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We are bound too closely by ties of blood and friendship to each one of
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nations not to feel the awf ilness of it all.
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The very thought of the terrible wasting of the very flower of the Euro-
pean stock is depressing, and perhaps it is well that we should not permit the pictures of those
heartrending events to dwell long in our visions. The presence of those thoughts can but sadden,
and we have our own duties to perform.
We have To-day. No good reason that can be advanced, that through sentimental reasons we should
become depressed by the troubles of others. We have our obligations to ourselves and to humanity
and these must be performed. We have also opportunities which should be improved to the utmost.
We have To-day brimful of possibilities, and there is no logical argument why we should burden
it with the cares and depressions of Yesterday.
Dwelling upon Yesterday is useless, for, with all its faults and mistakes it has passed beyond
recall. We may be filled with regrets and sorrow, but nothing which we can say or do can change
that which has gone. Of course the memories—some beautiful—will linger like the perfume of
roses. Some bitter, will leave their poisonous vapor, but Yesterday is gone, and the Yesterday of
Europe, with its horrors, is gone for us, and there is no reason why we should not face To-morrow
—that is, the New Year—with all its rich opportunities—its burdens—its charms—its cares and
its perils, like men.
We face the To-morrow.
Time has looked us in the eyes while passing b}^ the milestones of the year, and the last one is
almost reached, and To-morrow the sun may shine with a softer and brighter light, and are not the
experiences of Yesterday worth something in the solutions of the problems which we may face
To-morrow, and the business burdens which may not be easy to carry?
But, man after all is a machine. Much of the time he runs mechanically. The difference in
men is that energy differs, and energy as is here urged, is the intended purpose in the mind like the
compass impulse, and genius is following the points of the compass in the blindest places.
Our pathway leads to To-morrow, and never mind Yesterday, but when we face To-morrow
let us be in harmony mentally and physically with all that is about us.
There is nothing more conducive to the development of business health and strength, as well
as physical strength, than harmony. There is nothing more destructive to health and strength than
discord. No matter what it is that you want to do, conditions must be harmonious if you are to
perform your best work.
To be in discordant environment is to minimize the good effects of everything you undertake.
A great many persons who wonder why they derive so little benefit from their work, could,
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