Remember,myson,youhavetowork.
Whetheryouhandleapickorapen,
awheel-barroworasetofbooks,
diggingditchesoreditingapaper,
ringinganauctionbellorwritingfunnythings,
youmustwork.
Ifyoulookaroundyouwillseethemen
whoarethemostabletolivetherestoftheirdayswithoutwork
arethemenwhoworkthehardest.
Don’tbeafraidofkillingyourselfwithoverwork.
Itisbeyondyourpowertodothatonthesunnysideofthirty.
butitisbecausetheyquitworkatsixintheevening,
anddonotgohomeuntiltwointhemorning.
It’stheintervalthatkills,myson.
Theworkgivesyouanappetiteforyourmeals;
itlendssoliditytoyourslumbers;
itgivesyouaperfectandgratefulappreciationofaholiday.
Thereareyoungmenwhodonotwork,
buttheworldisnotproudofthem.
evenitsimplyspeaksofthemas“oldso-and-so’sboy”.
thegreat,busyworlddoesn’tknowthattheyarethere.
Sofindoutwhatyouwanttobeanddo,
andtakeoffyourcoatandmakeadustintheworld.
Thebusieryouare,thelessharmyouwillbeapttogetinto,
thesweeterwillbeyoursleep,
thebrighterandhappieryourholidays,
andthebettersatisfiedwilltheworldbewithyou.