--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 4 number: 6 published: 1901-04 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations, "Steady and Stick Do the Trick: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 4, no. 6 (April 1901): 404.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0406unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera0406unse start_page: 404 end_page: 404 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1901-04) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0406unse publication_year: 1901 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1901, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Steady and Stick Do the Trick: A Poem 404 IMPROVEMENT ERA. west, and died in Portland, Oregon, on Wednesday, January 8, 1890. Judge McKean, Governor Woods and Secretary Black had, during the past four years, faithfully upheld the crusade against the "Mormons" which was commenced by Governor Shaffeiy STEADY AND STICK DO THE TRICK. A rush is good in its place, lad, But not at the start, I say, For life's a very long race, lad, And never was won that way. It's the stay that tells; the stay, boy, And the heart that never says die; A spurt may do, with the goal in view, But steady's the word, say I. Steady's the word that wins, lad, Grit and sturdy grain; It's sticking to it will carry you through it,- Roll up your sleeves again! 0! Snap is a very good cur, lad, To frighten the tramps, I trow, But Holdfast sticks like a burr, lad, Brave Holdfast never lets go. And Clever's a pretty nag, boy, But stumbles and shies, they say; So, Steady I count the safer mount To carry you all the way. The iron bar will smile, lad, At straining muscle and thew, But the patient teeth of the file, lad, I warrant will gnaw it through. A snap may come at the end, boy, And a bout of might and main, But Steady and Stick must do the trick, Roll up your sleeves again! Selected.