It is a smile when life seems mostly grim.
It is a hope when hope has grown quite slim.
It is a hand that's gentle, firm and cool.
It is calm sense when you think like a fool.
It is a word of cheer when cheer is gone.
It is a lowered blind at garish dawn.
It is a steady presence all the day
That pushes lagging, dragging hours away.
I think I know what kindness is tonight.
It is a woman standing by a light.
--_Joseph Andrew Galahad_.
The Red-Cross idea that children should be encouraged to breed white
mice in order that they might be handed over to doctors for the
purpose of medical research, and which recommended these white mice,
particularly, on the grounds that they so endeared themselves to the
children, can only be paralleled by a story General Baden-Powell once
told at a Boy Scout meeting. There was a boy, he related, who went
to bed one night without having done his "kind act." Just as he was
beginning to feel rather miserable about it, he heard a mouse in a
trap in the room.
"What do you think he did?" asked the General, and the audience
promptly replied:
"Let it out."
"Not at all," replied the General; "he hadn't done his kind act: he
thought of the cat.
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