--- 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: 10 published: 1901-08 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations, "Notes," *Improvement Era* 4, no. 10 (August 1901): 783–784.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0410unse 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: improvementera0410unse start_page: 783 end_page: 784 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1901-08) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0410unse 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. --- # Notes NOTES. The world turns aside to let any man pass who knows whither he is going. David Starr Jordan. "Failure is only endeavor temporarily off the track. How foolish it would be to abandon it in the ditch!" 784 IMPROVEMENT ERA. The happiest life is that which constantly exercises and educates what is best in us. Hammerton. The best way for a man to get out of a lowly position is to be con- spicuously effective in it. Dr. John Hall. As in groans and in tears and in anguish all mortal men are brought forth into mortality, so with exceeding labor only and with slavish dili- gence withall are immortal words brought forth into immortality; likewise, also, as the mother loveth best the child that grieveth her most poignant- ly in travail, so that which issueth with the mightiest labor from the brain is of the brain most sweetly beloved and reverenced. Eugene Field. Some years ago I resolved to cultivate habitual cheerfulness, under all circumstances. It has not been an easy task, but I have succeeded, and now, drifting on to my eightieth birthday, burdened with heavy cares, stripped of those nearest and dearest to me by death, I am not sorrowful. am not "going down hill," as people say of the old, but I "up hill" all the way, and am sure that life is better farther on. Mary A. Liver more. If you have a friend worth loving, Love him. Yes, and let him know That you love him, ere life's evening Tinge his brow with sunset glow; Why should good words ne'er be said Of a friend till he is dead? Unknown. A correspondent of the Portland Transcript writes of a pretty in- cident which was witnessed at the Paris Exposition. - It was in the Grand Palais des Beaux Arts, says the writer, that I witnessed a bit of something more beautiful than statues, as any warm, palpitating living thing is more beautiful than sculptured representations. A man and woman, plainly dressed, and evidently from a "far country," stopped be- fore a Cupid, dainty as a lily, graceful as a sea-gull, one knee bent be- neath him, his bowstrings distended, while he looked straight along the pointed arrow. "0 Sam," exclaimed the woman, "don't he look just like Jack when he is firing off arrows from that bow you made him? Al- though," reflectively, "he hain't so good-lookin' as Jack." "Might look like Jack," drawled the prosaic father, "if he had red hair 'n' freckles, 'n' a jacket buttoned up wrong, V stubbed-toed shoes. You women are great on likenesses anyway." The woman said nothing, but she lingered near the statue for a moment, and I saw her surreptitiously pat its cheek, doubtless for "Jack's" sake.