sticks back on my shoulder again?"

MORAL: H O W sorry w e should be if m any o f our w ishes w ere granted.

The Vain Crow

One day a vain crow found some feathers which a peacock had shed. Stickingjhem among his own rusty black ones, he began to strut about, ignoring and desplS,n® friends and companions.

Dressed in his borrowed plumage, he very cockily sought out a flock of peaC0C were walking with stately steps on the park lawn. Instantly detecting the true nature о intruder, they stripped him of his finery, and falling upon him with their sharp bca s’ sent him packing.

The bedraggled crow, sadder but wiser, betook himself to his former cornpan*ons an would have been satisfied to associate with them again. But the crows, remembering ow obnoxious he had been with his airs and his vanity, drummed him out of their S0C1^ ' One of those whom he had so lately despised offered him the following advice. e contented with what nature made you and you will avoid the contempt of your peers an the punishment of your betters."

MORAL: Happiness is not to befound in borrowedfinery.

A FAIRY-TALE COLUMN

AN AFRICAN TALE

The Happy Man

Many, many years ago in North Africa there lived a chief. He was very rich and had many wives and children, but he was not happy. He thought: "1 have everything, but that does not make me happy. What must I do to be happy? I don’t know."

Once he shouted angrily to his servants, "Why can’t I be happy? What must I do to be happy?" ^

One of his servants said, "Oh, my Chief! Look at the sky! How beautiful the moon and the stars are! Look at them, and you will see how good life is. That will make you happier."

"Oh, no, no, no!" the chief answered angrily. "When I look at the moon and the stars I become angry, because I know I cannot get them."

Then another servant said "Oh, my Chief! What about music? Music makes a man happy. We shall play to you from morning till night, and music will make you happy."

The chiefs face became red with anger.

Oh, no, no, no, no!" he cried. "What a silly idea! Music is fine, but to listen to music

from morning till night, day after day? Never! No, never."

So the servants went away, and the chief sat angrily in his rich room. Then one of the

servants came back into the room and made a bow.

"Oh, my Chief," he said, "but I think I can tell you something that will make you very happy."

"What is it?" asked the chief.

"It is very easy to do," said the servant. "You must find a happy man, take off his shirt and put it on. Then his happiness will go into your body and you will be as happy as he!"

another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what rie to make it.

FAREWELL WORDS

Read the lines of this beautiful song sung by Frank Sinatra andfeel how the strong andproud man is content with the life he has had.

My Way

And now, the end is near;

Ans so I face the final curtain.

My friend, I'll say it clear,

I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.

I’ve lived a life that's full.

Ive travelled each and ev'ry highway;

And more, much more than this,

I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few;

But then again, too few to mention.

I did what I had to do

And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;

Each careful step along the byway,

But more, much more than this,

I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew

When I bit off more than I could chew.

But through it all, when there was doubt,

I ate it up and spit it out.

I faced it all and I stood tall;

And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.

I've had my fill; my share of losing.

And now, as tears subside,

I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;

And may I say - not in a shy way,