y morning, a distance of nearly four miles.

I walk alone, so I may relax and not require conscious effort as is the
case when one walks with another.

That morning walk prevents me reading slush and worthless news and
relieves me of the necessity of talking and using up nerve energy.

I get the worth-while news from my paper by the headlines and by the
trained ability to separate the wheat from the chaff.

I just feel fine all the time and it's because I get to bed early, sleep
plenty, exercise naturally, think properly and get the four great
body-builders in plenty: air, water, sunshine, food; and the other four
great health-makers which are: good thought, good exercise, good rest,
and good cheer.

The great crowd aims at ease and so the business man sits and loses out
on the exercise his body and mind must have, and therefore the great
crowd pays tribute to doctors, sanitariums, rest cures, fake tonics,
worthless medicines, freakish diet fads, and crazy cults, isms, and
discoveries, that claim to bring health by the easy, lazy, sitting,
comfortable route.

Believe me, dear reader, it is not in the cards to play the game of
health that way. There "aint no sich animal" said the ruben as he saw
the giraffe in the circus, and likewise there "aint no sich thing" as
health and happiness for the man who persistently antagonizes nature,
and hunts ease where exercise is demanded.

The law of compensation is inexorable in its demand that you have to pay
for what you get, and that you can't get worth-while things by worthless
plans.

You must exercise enough to balance things, to clear the system, to
preserve your strength; it doesn't take much time.

IN THE BIG WOODS

A Grand, Glorious, Restful Recreation

This afternoon I am sitting on a glacial rock in the forest at the foot
of Mount Shasta. A beautiful spot to rest and a glorious book of nature
to read.

A canopy of deepest blue sky above, with sunshine unstopped by clouds.
The rays of old Sol pulsate themselves into an endless variety of
flowers, plants and vegetable life which Mother Earth has given birth to
in evidence of her gladness and love of the beautiful.

Glorious trees of magnificent size reach up into the blue and give us
shade. Ozone sweeps gently through the forest impregnated with the
perfume of fir, balsam, cedar, pine and flowers.

In this spot, nature has thrown up mountains of volcanic rock, which
hold the winter's snow in everla