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Mind You, I Have Had In My Sojourn On Earth As Good A Time Of It As Any Man, So I Can Speak With Some Knowledge. A Writer In The Manchester Guardian Who Is Unknown To Me Lately Described Me As "the Richest Man In The World." That Sounds A Pretty Big Order, But When I Come To Think It Out I Believe He Is Not Far Wrong. A Rich Man Is Not Necessarily A Man With A Whole Pot Of Money But A Man Who Is Really Happy. And I Am That.

Sunday Is A Day Of Rest. Loafing Is Not Rest.

I Have Often Urged My Young Friends, When Faced With An Adversary, To "play Polo" With Him; I.e., Not To Go At Him Bald-headed But To Ride Side By Side With Him And Gradually Edge Him Off Your Track. Never Lose Your Temper With Him. If You Are In The Right There Is No Need To, If You Are In The Wrong You Can't Afford To.

Always Do I Recall The Parting Words Uttered By My Old Governor: "my Boy, Never . . ." I Won't Set 'em Down. I Disregarded Them Fool-like And Paid, And Paid; Had I A Son I'd Hand 'em On And Ram 'em Home. What Fools We Be When Young. We Fancy We Be Wise, Forgetting That The Old Boys Have Graduated In The 'varsity Of The World, The Greatest 'varsity Of All, And Each Day We Should Learn From They.

Young Men, Of Course, Don't Want To Be Guided By Old Back Numbers, But At The Same Time I Know That In My Own Case I Gained A Lot By Studying The Characters Of The Chiefs Under Whom I Served From Time To Time. Lord Wolseley, For Instance, Said: "use Your Common Sense Rather Than Book Instructions."