One perusal will show them the folly and futility of worry; a second will shame them because they have so little self-control as to spend their time, strength, and energy in worry; and a third perusal will lead them to drive every fragment of worry out of the hidden recesses of their minds and set them upon a better way--a way of serenity, equipoise, and healthful, strenuous, yet joyous and radiant living.
[Footnote A:_My Friend Will_, by C.F.Lummis, A.C.McClurg Co., Chicago.] Recently I had a conversation with the former superintendent of a poor farm, which bears upon this subject in a practical way.

In relating some of his experiences he told of a "rough-neck"-- a term implying an ignorant man of rude, turbulent, quarrelsome disposition--who had threatened to kill the foreman of the farm.

Owing to their irreconcilable differences the rough inmate decided to leave and so informed the superintendent, thus practically dismissing himself from the institution.

A year later he returned and asked to be re-admitted.
After a survey of the whole situation the superintendent decided that it was not wise to re-admit him, and that he would better secure a situation for him outside.

He offered to do so and the man left apparently satisfied.