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Ere we are old, let each one give
Their hours in learning how to live,
Then we shall meet with ready heart,
At noon, the message come depart;
Or feel our latest days consoled,
By God's great love—when we are old.





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Wild Gat Money in the '50s.

HEY had a peculiar kind of money in the '50s—in those good old days ! They

called it by pet and elegant names, such as “White Dog,” “Blue Pup,” and “Wild Cat.”

When a man had worked hard for a month and received his wages, he didn't know how much he was worth.

He would go home and his wife would say, “Supper is ready.” “Wait a little,” he would reply, “until I see how much money I have.” Then he would begin sorting it out in three piles. He remembered the “White Dog” had forty-seven cents discount; “Blue Pup" thirty-six cents discount; “Wild Cat” seventy-three cents discount. His wife would call him again to supper, but he was not ready. He would commence figuring out discounts, while his wife, impatiently waiting, would say, “Why don't you come to supper!"

The supper would get cold, and the tired and brain-worn father had no appetite to eat; but after the discount was counted out, and he knew the worst, and had to abide by it, with depressed feeling he took his accustomed place at the table and tried to make himself agreeable, knowing his wife and children were not to blame for the financial trouble that was coursing through his brain.

He ate a light meal, thinking all the while, discount, discount, discount. per he had no inclination to read, but repaired to a corner absorbed in deep thought, thinking if this state of things continued much longer he would as soon see a general conflagration sweep our land to destruction.

After sup

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