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In Laugh and Live, my sole purpose was to emphasize our first duty toward ourselves, which consists of doing our level best at everything we undertake, and making the best of every situation that arises to confront us.
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Making Life Worth While
By
Douglas Fairbanks
AUTHOR’S FOREWORD
CHAPTER I. LITTLE GRAINS OF SAND
CHAPTER II. AS THE TWIG IS BENT
CHAPTER III. THE NEW ORDER OF LIVING
CHAPTER IV. FEEDING THE INTELLECT
CHAPTER V. BACKING UP THE FLAG
CHAPTER VI. HALF-BAKED KNOWLEDGE
CHAPTER VII. HARNESSING THE BRAIN
CHAPTER VIII. EXALTING THE EGO
CHAPTER IX. GENIUS PLUS INITIATIVE
CHAPTER X. THE BIG FOUR
CHAPTER XI. APPLYING THE RULE OF REASON
CHAPTER XII. THROUGH DIFFICULTIES TO THE STARS
CHAPTER XIII. IN ANSWER TO MANY FRIENDS
CHAPTER XIV. THINGS THAT MONEY WON’T BUY
CHAPTER XV. THE BOY ACROSS THE SEA
CHAPTER XVI. SUPERIOR—SUPERIORITY—SUPER
CHAPTER XVII. WHEN THE BOYS COME HOME
CHAPTER XVIII. REGENERATION
A modern Musketeer
In Laugh and Live, my sole purpose was to emphasize our first duty toward ourselves, which consists of doing our level best at everything we undertake, and making the best of every situation that arises to confront us.
All through my early life I read inspirational books and liked them best of all. They seemed to beckon me on. I could feel myself being pulled along by an unseen hand.
Let there be no mistake about Making Life Worth While. It has no particular plan or sequence whereby to back up its title. Nearly everything has to do with such a subject and that is what the book contains—everything in general—and nothing in particular—just such things as came to mind that seemed worth while.
As a follow up to Laugh and Live here’s hoping that it will fill the bill.
D. F.
Holding down a seat in the rocking chair fleet out on the shady piazza is most certainly not making the most out of life.
We all remember the line—“If wishes were fishes we’d have some fried.” That is the answer to those who rock and dream, and hope for something to turn up instead of turning up something on their own account.
Of course, there is a time for everything, even the stealthy, creeping rocking chair—and that’s about bedtime. In the estimation of an eminent neurologist there is no crime against nature in the home that cannot be traced to this monstrous thief of time, which, while apparently screeching and groaning under its load, is, in reality, shouting with joy at the job it is putting up on its occupant.
Taking the most out of life is the proper label for this old squeaker—breeder of idle contentment, day-dreams, inertia. Like everything else that saps the energy from mind and body, it counts its victims by the score, and throws them up on the sands of time.
——and his brother John
Speaking of sand may serve to remind the reader of a well-known poem handed down from Grandmother days, which holds a lot of precious wisdom—probably more than any poem of its length—its breadth and depth being equal to the world in which we live. In childhood days this poem took my fancy, being short, to the point, and easy to remember. I was ready to recite it immediately and automatically upon request. I had no thought then as to its meaning, but as the years rolled by it tagged along in memory until now I find in it a sort of statement of fact upon which to build my theory of making life worth while. Here it is:
Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Maketh the mighty ocean
And a pleasant land.
To those who adopt the idea of finding out just why little drops of water and little grains of sand accomplish so much, will come the greatest reward in the way of mental satisfaction—and, meanwhile, they’ll keep busy.
There is unbounded happiness in the pursuit of knowledge; a wonderful satisfaction in building up one’s treasure house of information. It’s all so easy, requiring nothing more than a healthy, enquiring mind—and a zest for the sport.
Zest is a big word. It has to do with get up and git, which has been most appropriately boiled down into the word pep. Lazy people, mentally or bodily, seldom get anywhere. What they do get is either accidental or by absorption—if by the latter process, more likely through the pores than the brain. No use to talk to them about making life worth while.
Teaching his dog to smile
The greatest of human possessions are a well-trained mind, a body to match, and a love of achievement, without which a man is old before his time. After that comes energy—the great propeller! What the brain directs the body will carry out—if the propeller is working. No hesitation—whenthe will commands the body acts. They synchronize—they are attuned, harmonious, fraternal, so to speak. And to hitch them together is just as easy as getting wet by standing bareheaded in the rain.