Did you ever sit and ponder, as you walk along the strand, that life’s a bitter battle at the best. And if you only knew it you would lend a helping hand, then every man could meet the final test. The world is but a stage, my friend, and life’s but a game, and how you play is all that matters in the end. But whether a man is right or wrong, a woman gets the blame, and your mother is your dog’s best friend. Then up came mighty Casey, and strode up to the bat, and Sheridan was fifty miles away. For it takes a heap of loving to make a home like that, on the road to where the flying fishes play.

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