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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.