DAYS OF CHEER

Edison says that genius is two parts inspiration, ninety-eight parts perspiration. So happiness is two parts circumstance, ninety-eight parts mental attitude.

"Feelin' fine," he used to say, Come a clear or cloudy day, Wave his hand, an' shed a smile, Keepin' sunny all th' while. Never let no bugbears grim Git a wrastle-holt o' him, Kep' a-smilin' rain or shine, Tell you he was "feelin' fine!"

"Feelin' fine," he used to say Wave his hand an' go his way. Never had no time to lose So he said, fighting blues. Had a twinkle in his eye Always when a-goin' by, Sort o' smile up into mine, Tell me he was "feelin' fine!"

"Feelin' fine," he'd allus say, An' th' sunshine seemed to stay Close by him, or else he shone With some sunshine of his own. Didn't seem no clouds could dim Any happiness for him, Allus seemed to have a line Out f'r gladness—"feelin' fine!"

"Feelin' fine," I've heard him say Half a dozen times a day, An' as many times I knowed He was bearin' up a load. But he never let no grim Troubles git much holt on him, Kep' his spirits jest like wine, Bubblin' up an' "feelin' fine!"

"Feelin' fine"—I hope he'll stay All his three score that-a-way, Lettin' his demeanor be Sech as you could have or me Ef we tried, an' went along Spillin' little drops o' song, Lettin' rosebuds sort o' twine O'er th' thorns and "feelin' fine."

James W. Foley.

From "Tales of the Trail."