set of the sails
And not the gales
Which decide the way to go.

Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate
As we voyage along through life;
'Tis the will of the soul
That decides its goal,
And not the calm or the strife.

FATHERS

"Dad," said a Bartlesville, Okla., kid to his father the other night,
"I want to go to the show tonight."

"A show at night is no place for a kid like you. You should be at home
in bed."

"But I peddled bills and have two tickets," said the kid, as he began
to sniffle.

"All right then," answered dad. "I will go with you to see that you
don't get into trouble."

Johnnie Jones was doing penance in the corner. Presently he thought
aloud pensively:

"I can't help it if I am not perfect," he sighed. "I have only heard
of one perfect boy in my whole life."

"Who was that?" his father asked, thinking to point out a moral.

"You," came the reply, plaintively, "when you were little."

_His Example_

There are little eyes upon you, and they're watching night and day;
There are little ears that quickly take in every word you say;
There are little hands all eager to do everything you do,
And a little boy that's dreaming of the day he'll be like you.

You're the little fellow's idol, you're the wisest of the wise;
In his little mind about you no suspicions ever rise;
He believes in you devoutly, holds that all you say and do
He will say and do in your way when he's grown up just like you.

Oh, it sometimes makes me shudder when I hear my boy repeat
Some careless phrase I've uttered in the language of the street;
And it sets my heart to grieving when some little fault I see
And I know beyond all doubting that he picked it up from me.

There's a wide-eyed little fellow who believes you're always right,
And his ears are always open and he watches day and night.
You are setting an example every day in all you do
For the little boy who's waiting to grow up to be like you.

"Now, there's some talk of a Father's Day."

"Oh, father doesn't want a day. Give him a night off."

"I was never so tired in my life. I've had a perfectly awful day. But
I got Father home safely, and that's something. It was his annual day
to be a boy again, to be a regular pal to me, as he likes to express
it. So I have been out in the woods with him.

"I inferred from his remarks when he invited me to go that he intended
to w