Quit Your Knocking

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of all this, which his gifted pen once so vividly could have por- trayed — his body rests peacefully in the grave. But unlike the majority of humanity, he lives in the memories of thousands, and as the years glide by his devotees who happen to set foot on the shores of this far off land will connect the two words, Stevenson and Samoa and, Mohammedan-like, make the short pilgrimage up the ''Winding Trail" to their Mecca, the simple slab of concrete. Apia, Samoa.

QUIT YOU KNOCKING.

"Put your hammer in the locker, Hide your sounding board likewise; Any one can be a 'knocker;' Any one can criticise. Cultivate a manner winning, Though it hurts your face to smile, And seems awkward in beginning; Be a booster for a while.

"Let the blacksmith do the Dounding, That's the way he draws his pay, You don't get a cent for hounding Saint and sinner night and day. Just for solid satisfaction Drop a kind word in the slot. And I'll warrant you'll get action For your effort on the spot.

"Kindness every time beats kicking; Mirth is better than a frown, Do not waste your time in picking Flaws with brothers who are down. And if it isn't too distressing, You just give a little boost To the man the fates are pressing, When the chicks come home to roost.

' 'Yes, this old world would be brighter, If you'd kindle friendship's flame, And thus make the trouble lighter, For the man against the game. Send your grouch on a vacation, Give your grumbling tones the shake, And with grim determination, Throw your hammer in the lake." Salt Lake City, Utah. *»» Phillips Meakin.