HINGS look different-at forty. I know, for I am writing this on my fortieth birthday.

Life isn't any more serious than it ever was -perhaps it is less so. Surely it is nothing like as much of a problem. Surely, too, it is more comfortable.

You see, I am an employee-one of the millions who get pay envelopes from somebody or somebody else every so often.

I have always been an employee, and suppose I always shall be. Somehow,

there doesn't seem to be enough employing to do for all of us to have a chance at it.

And, besides, most of us don't know enough to do employing. Yet, ninetenths of us feel that we are superior to the men who pay us, and we criticise their methods and their action. Not openly, however-more's the pity. I believe the average employer would be glad to hear decent criticisms, decently made. We sneak. We tell the other fellows in the place, and our friends outside, how "slow" and "mean" and so on the boss is.

And we are forever going to quit when

we "get a good chance." But we don't often quit-unless we get "fired"-for a od chance rarely comes to the sneak and the backbiter.

But we don't get promoted or "raised," either because our think-boxes are so filled with meanness that there isn't room in them for the honest thought that leads to better things. Or our initiative has become paralyzed through fear that we are doing too much for the money we get, or atrophied through plain lack of

use.

Often, too, we become obsessed (suppose you look that word up) with a notion of our indispensableness. Then we're moored to a mud bank, and some stormy day we drift away to nowhere.

When I began work, I didn't see any of these things quite this way-didn't see some of them this way at all. Of course, I wasn't forty then. But I was on the way to it. So are you, my brother-unless you have reached it or passed it.

I have had three jobs since my twenty

WE SNEAK.

LISTLESS AND UNINTERESTED.

To do better each time? No-to do worse, from a money standpoint. But to apply some of the things I learned in the previous job.

I did get my wages increased occasionally while at the first two jobs. But I wouldn't have gotten a worth-while promotion in a thousand years. Why? Don't ask me just read over again the first part of this talk.

Eleven years to learn something-not much even then-of my duty as an employee.

me.

And I also learned not to lay any particular stress on my employer's duty to Because he really doesn't owe me any duty-unless my work and conduct are such as to impose an obligation upon him, in which event he'll be glad to "square up."

Is that a new one? It was to meonce. But I'm fixed in it now.

I have said that I am an employee, and yet I have spent the last eight years working for myself. Just as surely as though I owned a business.

How? By doing the best I know for my employer, every minute of my working day. It's easy-when you get into it.

Some of the other fellows say harsh things about that man-just as I said them about former employers. And they are listless and uninterested, and jump when the bell rings. Sometimes they tell me I'm lucky-when there is no such thing as luck.

They haven't learned-and some of them are 'way past forty, and will never learn.

I'm not a sentimentalist-I believe that "business is business" all around. I'm happy in my work; my digestion and nerves are good. Life is beautiful, and 'richly worth living. I've saved a little

"I WOULD LIKE YOU TO STAY HERE."

I tumbled to the fact that there is only one fellow in the world who can help me or hinder me. That fellow is myself. He hindered me for a good many years. He's helping me now.

Some folks say I've made a wonderful jump to where I am. They're wrong. I've gone up slowly-very slowly, it has seemed sometimes-in obedience, however, to the law of business gravitation— the law that inexorably says "up" if you're worth it, and "down" if you're

not.

I haven't worried about my job since I got the real hang of things.

Once, when I had a good offer from another city, my employer simply said, "I would like you to stay here.' Not a word about advancing my wages to meet that offer. Not a word for six months after for I stayed. Then-that much, and more!

YES, THINGS DO LOOK DIFFERENT AT FORTY.

money, by the way-maybe I can quit and rest after a while, if I want to. Won't that be fine?

Yes, things do look different-at forty.

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