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Mygatt's time and means have always been devoted to benevolent purposes; Sunday schools, the annual contributions for the poor, the church, industrial schools, and, in fact, all charitable movements have found in him a ready response; he will long be remembered for his work's sake.
But they're very useful little things, matches. And, after all, does it matter as long as we do what we have to do as well as we can? Old Jupiter up there is a very fine chap undoubtedly, and if he shirked a minute or two something unpleasant would probably occur; but he isn't performing his task any better than the little match performed his. 'Scratch pouf' and the match's work's done.
Then turning to me he said: "Come, give us a dance." I was young and nimble, so I danced a few of the old southern clog dances, and sang one or two songs, like this: "Come along, Sam, the fifer's son, Aint you mighty glad your day's work's done?" After I finished singing and dancing, the captain took up a collection for me and got about two dollars. This cheered me a good deal.
If you'll let me know when that work's going to be ready, I'll send the janitor up for it." He smiled deprecatingly. "You're not afraid of me, by any chance, are you?" he asked. Her eyes glowed with contempt as she looked him up and down. "Afraid of you, sir!" she repeated. "I should say not! I've met all sorts of men and I know something about them." "Then sit down again, please," he begged.
The critic, therefor, who comes nearest to the heart of the matter, is he who, either through instinct or familiarity with the various phenomena of music, is able to judge of a work's originality. There must be individuality in new music to make it worthy of our attention, and that, after all is all that matters.
After all though, I believe the fellow is out to redeem his character, his isn't an unblemished record." "But the work, the physical labor, entailed on you, Hector!" "Make yourself easy about that, sir. I'm as strong as a horse. The work's good for me. Remember I've had four years' service." Mr. Saffron smiled pensively. "It would have been funny if we'd met over there! You and I!"
"The work's easy," rumbled Childress, explaining her tasks to her. "Any time you want to take a coffee break with any of the young men, or go uptown shopping, go ahead, as long as the work gets done. Just one thing: you have to stay up here in the front of the building, and don't ever go back in the classrooms.
She ha'n't no more idee how to take hold than nothin'. The poor child means well enough, and she works so hard she most kills herself; but then she is in the suds from mornin' till night, she's one the sort whose work's never done, and poor George Skinner's clean discouraged." "There's everything in knowing how," said Mrs. Katy. "Nobody ought to be always working; it's a bad sign.
"They'll have to submit if you say so; certainly they're not goin' to throw up their jobs for a dollar. Work's too scarce for that. They can't kick and they won't kick if you give 'em to understand that they've got to dig up this dollar or quit." "But," Symes evaded, "the most of this work is let to contractors and it's for them to determine; I don't feel like dictating to them." "Why not?"
ANTHONY: Breakfast here? Eat here? Where plants grow? HATTIE: The plants won't poison him, will they? HATTIE: I guess Mr Archer's eggs are as important as a vine. I guess my work's as important as yours. ANTHONY: There's a million people like you and like Mr Archer. In all the world there is only one Edge Vine. HATTIE: Well, maybe one's enough. It don't look like nothin', anyhow.
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