If

[Torence]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal with lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream --and not make dreams your master;
If you can think --and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out-tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breath a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings --nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

- Rudyard Kipling

Fraternally,
Torence Evans Ake
Secretary - Auburn Park Lodge No. 789 - Crete, Illinois
PM - Arcadia Lodge No. 1138 - Lansing Illinois

[Stuart H.]

Post by Torence
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal with lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream --and not make dreams your master;
If you can think --and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out-tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings --nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
- Rudyard Kipling
Fraternally,
Torence Evans Ake
Secretary - Auburn Park Lodge No. 789 - Crete, Illinois
PM - Arcadia Lodge No. 1138 - Lansing Illinois

Unfortunately you missed the last line of one of my favourite poems by
Bro. Kipling:
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

S&F,

Stuart H.
Treasurer - Baseline Lodge #198
Spruce Grove, Alberta

[Torence]

Post by Stuart H.

Post by Torence
If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal with lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
   And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream --and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think --and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out-tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings --nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
- Rudyard Kipling
Fraternally,
Torence Evans Ake
Secretary - Auburn Park Lodge No. 789 - Crete, Illinois
PM - Arcadia Lodge No. 1138 - Lansing Illinois

Unfortunately you missed the last line of one of my favourite poems by
        And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
S&F,
Stuart H.
Treasurer - Baseline Lodge #198
Spruce Grove, Alberta- Hide quoted text -
- Show quoted text -

Thanks for finishing my sentence for me, Brother. Must have been a
cut, copy paste error. Of course my Mrs. has been finishing my
sentences for me for years.
So, this is nothing new.
I once asked a girl if she liked Kipling. She replied, "I don't
now. I've never kippled before."
Turns out that she liked kippling a lot. So, I married her.

Fraternally,
Torence Evans Ake
Secretary - Auburn Park Lodge No. 789 - Crete, Illinois
PM - Arcadia Lodge No. 1138 - Lansing, Illinois

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Post by Torence
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs

.... you obviously don't understand what's going on.