ings you love, or for those you love, is to turn work
into play and duty into privilege.

When we love our work, it is not work, it is life.

Many Kinds of Drunkards

The world is trying to find happiness in being amused. The world is
amusement-mad. Vacations, Coca Cola and moviemania!

What a sad, empty lot of rattlers! Look over the bills of the movies,
look over the newsstands and see a picture of the popular mind, for
these places keep just what the people want to buy. What a lot of
mental frog-pond and moral slum our boys and girls wade thru!

There are ten literary drunkards to one alcoholic drunkard. There are a
hundred amusement drunkards to one victim of strong drink. And all just
as hard to cure.

We have to have amusement, but if we fill our lives with nothing but
amusement, we never grow. We go thru our lives babies with new
rattleboxes and "sugar-tits."

Almost every day as I go along the street to some hall to lecture, I
hear somebody asking, "What are they going to have in the hall tonight?"

"Going to have a lecture."

"Lecture?" said with a shiver as tho it was "small pox." "I ain't
goin.' I don't like lectures."

The speaker is perfectly honest. He has no place to put a lecture. I am
not saying that he should attend my lecture, but I am grieving at what
underlies his remark. He does not want to think. He wants to follow his
nose around. Other people generally lead his nose. The man who will not
make the effort to think is the great menace to the nation. The crowd
that drifts and lives for amusement is the crowd that finds itself back
near the caboose, and as the train of progress leaves them, they wail,
they "never had no chanct." They want to start a new party to reform
the government.

The Lure of the City

Do you ever get lonely in a city? How few men and women there. A jam of
people, most of them imitations--most of them trying to look like they
get more salary. Poor, hungry, doped butterflies of the bright
lights,--hopers, suckers and straphangers! Down the great white way
they go chasing amusement to find happiness. They must be amused every
moment, even when they eat, or they will have to be alone with their
empty lives.

The Prodigal Son came to himself afterwhile and thought upon his ways.
Then he arose and went to his father's house. Whenever one will stop
chasing amusements long enough to think upon his ways, he will arise
and go to his father's house of wisd