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Seek contentment. Crave not worldly rush. Better the pinch of occasional sacrifice than the loss of womanly dignity and reserve. Be natural. Be what James Whitcomb Riley, the Hoosier poet, in his “ Neighborly Poems,” beautifully accords to his friend, Erasmus Wilson:
Jest natchurl, and the more hurraws You git, the less you know the cause—
Like as ef God Hisself stood by,
Where best on earth hain’t half-knee high,
And seein’ like, an’ knowin’ He ’S the Only Great Man really,
You’re jest content to size your height With any feller-man’s in sight.
Courage, women of America. You have fought great battles, you have won great victories. Now look to the homes and firesides. The present is yours, the future belongs to God.