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Living the Life

F I live a life that is clean and square,
And I love my fellow man,

And I lend him a hand to help him bear
His burden whenever I can,

I need not fear what the future holds,
Nor what the reward shall be,
For the mighty love that all enfolds
Will most surely care for me.

If I speak a good word of cheer to one
Whose sorrows have borne him down,
And I give him new hope to journey on,
And change to a smile his frown,

I shall not dread when the shadows fall
And the end of life draws near,

For that wondrous love that shelters all
Will drive away my fear.

For my life is measured by what I mete,
And I earn my own reward,

So the love I give makes my heart complete,
And through it I gain the award.

For whether I dwell in a house by the road
Or far from the haunts of men,

If only my love makes bright the abode
No fear shall enter it then.

-Author Unknown.

Three Kinds of Men

FIRST. The man who is a Help. He is one who takes a keen interest in the whole concern. He is glad when the company has plenty of business. He is proud when he hears the company praised. He really feels that he is part of the firm. Every now and then he suggests some improvement. He often does more than he is expected to do. He tries to help. When he is given a job to do, he does not enlarge on the difficulty or "impossibility" of it. just sets to work and does it. He's the kind who is qualifying for a better job.

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SECOND. The Man who is a Habit. He is a good worker. He takes an interest more or less in his job, but he seldom concerns himself in the least about the company generally. He has learned to do one thing and does it well, his work is all a matter of habit. He hates to be shifted from one job to another. He is industrious but not adaptable. He is a good, useful man but he prevents himself from being promoted by the fact that he has nailed himself to a routine, and sees in anything outside that routine only a nuisance and not an opportunity.

THIRD. The Man who is a Hindrance. He is the one who dislikes his job. He does not want to work and he almost feels he has a grievance against the company for giving him a chance to earn money. He never has a good word for his superior or for the company. He is strong on objecting, great on refusing. He is against every new change and improvement. He starts suspicion. He hinders. He is a man who can never be promoted, and has sometimes to be discharged, no matter for whom he may work.

Business experts who have studied employees in relation to efficiency claim that in most firms of any size there are ten per cent of men who help, eighty per cent who are a habit, and ten per cent who are a hindrance. Has the classification of workers ever struck you in this light? in what class would you put yourself?-By Water Magazine.

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An order was received 7.30 Saturday morning, November 10. Immediately the afternoon, that same day, mind you, 402 cases, or 115,000 pounds of Disston han on their way to the United States Expeditionary forces in France. The good Here's the names of the Disston men through whose untiring energy such a larg Harry Batty, John Arnold, Elmer Roberts and Joseph Biles:

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gle shipment was effected in so few hours, under the generalship of Geo. Gebhart,

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Raymond Morris
Russell Musnuff
Dan. Myers
John Ness

Edw. Newman

Frank Penn
Julius C. Rau
S. T. Roberts

David Rorison
Jos. Schultz
John Schwartz
Amos Shallcross
Wm. Schauffler
Jack Shields
John Stevens
William Terry

Edward Thompson
George Tyzack
Albert L. Uhl
Spencer Vane
Thos. Winsom
George Webster
Herbert Webster

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Possibly you think that most of the Disston boys at this camp are suffering from an attack of " pen paralysis," and this being election day, a holiday throughout camp, they have elected me to tell you just how we are being trained for the big adventure.

In the first place, the War Department picked out an ideal camp site for the Pennsylvania Guardsmen and dumped us here late one night in September. A battalion of gnats formed the reception committee and a nice, new mess shack full of wood shavings and Georgia mud was our shelter on that memorable night. It was certainly a time that tried men's souls. Sergeant Biemüller was particularly fortunate, being the stoutest man in the company. He didn't mind sleeping on a wooden table. Sergeant Kunstman had a beautiful grouch on, too, and we could hardly blame him for Harry Dorsey insisted upon walking on his chest every two hours when he charged the guard. With all these discomforts we slept soundly and well, due to the fifty-two hours we were on the train, having a picnic all to ourselves. next day was wonderful and we awoke to our first good view of Georgia. We were in someone's cotton field, and those in the company who had been through the mill last year could see how much work would be necessary to make a presentable company street.

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The first thing we did was to clear a space for our big pyramidal tents and then erect twelve of them. By the time the cots were unpacked and the men's equipment put in the tents, to which they had been assigned, our stove was in good working order, and we dined on a boiled potato, corned beef sandwich, and iced tea.

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We are willing to skip over the first week or two. It was nothing but scrap up weeds, chop out roots and grade the street, but the result was payment enough for the labor. Now we have a company street which compares favorably with any in the division, and, incidentally, with those at home. Where, in Tacony, would you find sixty men going over the street and, like a fine tooth comb, spotting every match stick, cigarette, paper and .smallest piece of waste material. That is what happens every morning, and woe to the man who makes any unnecessary dirt.

After we had settled down somewhat we began to get the real army "stuff;" up at 5:30; exercise, breakfast, police duty and then work and drill. It was "fall in" at 7:30 A. M. and stay "in" until 11:30 A. M. After mess we go to it again, starting about one o'clock and stopping about four o'clock. From that time until nearly five o'clock, Lieutenant Lewis tries to make. contortionists of us, putting us through calisthenics which strain every muscle we ever heard of, and every one we haven't heard of. From that time on we have nothing to do but stand retreat while the flag is lowered, wash up and eat. It may sound easy but for the last month we have hiked on an average of ten miles every other day. It is great to be hardened but the process hurts a little. During the past two months we have done everything from bricklaying to carpentry, and when we reach home will probably be jacks of all trades.

Last week we learned that our schedule of work is to be changed, and will include night work three nights a week. With all of that we are getting stout and you can find very few boys who are homesick, except when they get letters from "the one at home. Harry Dixon has even reached the stage where he is afraid to step on the scales to be weighed.

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