It is pride in a man’s heart that makes him a willing gift, in mind and body, to be taken in hand by some great idea or noble cause.

Pride does not stoop to littleness.  Rather does it see in the signs of unselfishness and sacrifice the elements that lead to eternal character.

Life is but a link in the chain of everlasting good.

If a man dies, does lie live again?  Yes, for a man lives forever in the deeds and thoughts of his life expression.  And every man who shall pass his thought through every age that has been, shall be whitened and renewed, to go on his way the better for every creative thought left behind.

It’s the pride in a man’s soul that leads him on!

Pride creates first—­then contributes in natural turn.

Until we become too proud to stoop to mean ways and unworthy ends, we shall have tasted of but a sample of what life holds in substance and bigness.—­George Matthew Adams.

To acknowledge our faults when we are blamed is modesty; to discover them to one’s friends in ingenuousness, is confidence; but to preach them to all the world, if one does not take care, is pride.—­Confucius.

PRINTERS

Some of the finest jokes extant come through the fact that the printer’s finger slips.  Here are some which, like all others, are funny a long, long, long time afterward—­never at the time.

A Chicago paper reported that the propeller Alaska was leaving port with a cargo of 40,000 bushels of cats.

A Buffalo paper, in describing the scene when Roosevelt took the oath of office as President, said it was a spectacle never to be forgotten when Roosevelt, before the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court and a few witnesses, took his simple bath.

PRISONS

BILL—­“I see the authorities seriously object to the prisoners forging checks while in Sing Sing.”

TILL—­“Well, I suppose they think it is particularly bad form for the prisoners to do that sort of thing while enjoying the hospitality of the State.”

VISTOR (at the jail)—­“Poor man!  What are you locked up here for?”

PRISONER (wearily)—­“I suppose they think I’d get out if I wasn’t.”

PROFANITY

When father came home to dinner he observed a vacant chair at the table.  “Where’s the boy?” he asked, nodding to the chair.

“Harry is up-stairs,” came in a tone of painful precision from the mother.

“I hope he is not sick.”

There was an anxious pause.  “No, he is not sick,” continued the mother.  “It grieves me to say, Richard, that our son, your son, has been heard swearing on the street.  I heard him myself.”

“Swearing!” exclaimed the father.  “I’ll teach him to swear!”

And with that the angry parent started up-stairs in the dark.  Half-way up he stumbled and came down with his chin on the top step.