In Scattering Seeds Of Kindness,

It Is Not Time For Mirth And Laughter, The Cold, Gray Dawn Of The Morning After.

The Music Teacher Came Twice A Week To Bridge The Awful Gap Between Dorothy And Chopin.

I Got The Breaks. Starting From Nowhere In The Corn Belt, I Helped Edit A Country Weekly, Then Was Jack-of-all-departments On An Obscure Daily, So That When I Arrived In A Big City Everything I Tackled In The Line Of Column Conducting And Syndicate Peddling And Playwriting Had To Bring Promotion, Because I Had No Social Standing Which Could Be Endangered, No Reputation To Toss Away And No Pride Which Might Suffer A Setback. Everything I Acquired Had To Be Velvet. You Cannot Lose Your Silver Spoon If You Are Brought Up On Pewter.

Those Having The Most Time To Devote To A Line Of Endeavor Usually Become The Most Proficient.

The Only Literary Men Are Those Who Have To Work At It.