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About Weekly Chemawa American. (Chemawa, Or.) 189?-198? | View Entire Issue (Jan. 10, 1902)
CHEflAWA, OREGON, FRIDAY JANUARY 10, 1902. Like An Anvil, "Stand like an anvil" when the stroke Of stalwart men falls fierce and fast; Storms but more deeply root the oak, iYliose brawny arms embrace the blast. "Stand like an anvil" when the sparks Fly far and wide, a fiery shower; Virtue and truth must still be marks, Where malice proves its want of power. "Stand like an anvil" when the bar Lies red and glowing on its breast; Duly shall be life's leading star, . And conscious innocence its rest. "Stand like an anvil," when the sound Of pondrous hammers pains the ear; Thine but the still and stern rebound Of the great heart that cannot fear, . Selected. He Never Fell in Love with His Work. A visitor to a farm was especially struck by the great ruggedness and strength of one of 1 he stalw art harvest hands, and said to the farmer: "That fellow ought to be chuck-full of work." "He if," replied the farmer," or he ought t he, because I hain't never been able to git none out of him." This man never fell in love with his work, and hence was regarded as a good-for-nothing ly his employer. E An Honest Eye. ' A business man said that he once devot ed hall 'a day to hiring a. man whom he l.ecded in his office. In arswer to his advertisement, a great many applicants called. He rejected thefmt because he would not. look him in the eye. "The sec ond man," paid the marchant, "was armed with a double-barreled recommendation, from his pastor, with testimonial,- as to his business ability and good character; but, though he looked me in the eye, I saw that we could uever hop to get. "rr well together, and so I dismisses h The third interested me, the moment hs ,;ed inside the door. He was p orly ditssed, and, though his clothes were whole, they were at least two sizes too small. It - was evident that his attire troubled him. ?iot the least, for he held his head hign, and, as he approached my desk, looked mesquarely in the eye He said that he had no recom mendation, thai hehM'i no business expe rt ence, but that he was willing to do his best to plense me. In an instant, it-dawned up on me that befoie me was 'he mn I was looking for. He had nothing to recommend him save an honest, bright eye. mid a pleasant face; but that was sufficient. I engaged him on the spot. "Since then, I have seen fit to advance him over a man who hart been with me three years..' The latter grumbled, but there vhs reason for my move, the new man had pn ved himself woi thy f promo tion. , Inslanees .'might be indefinitely multi plied of t tie value of an honest e e. That wonderful window f the soul, the eye, is a sure index to character. Ifyou haveiinot cultivate a. bright, honest, straightforward look. It will more than repay your effort. Look up and fearlessly meet the eyes of those with whom you converse. Many a choice, position has been lt through an indifferent, flinching eye; ad many a coveted position has been won tbr ogh a fearle&s, honest eye. Ihatkiidof eye is better than a hundred recommandatinna. Ex.