Cheer up

We suppose January weather might have inspired the editor of the Skidmore New Era to print this item from an exchange, or perhaps the pressure of leading a small-town newspaper had, understandably, reached new heights.  We feel his pain, and the late March / early April weather has left us somewhat downcast, as well.  If “the world is taking your photograph” were ever true, it’s true today, so we offer the following, as printed in the January 4, 1906 Skidmore New Era (Skidmore, Missouri), page 4:

For Discouraged Men.

Cheer up.  The world is taking your photograph.  Look pleasant.  Of course you have your troubles — troubles you cannot tell the policeman.  A whole lot of things bother you, of course, business worries or domestic sorrows, it may be, or what not.  You find life a rugged road whose stones hurt your feet.  Nevertheless cheer up.

It may be your real disease is selfishness — ingrown selfishness.  You imagine your tribulations are worse than others bear.  You feel sorry for yourself — the meanest sort of pity.  It is a pathetic illustration.  Rid yourself of that and cheer up.

What right have you to carry a picture of your woe-begone face and funeral ways about among your fellows, who have troubles of their own.  If you must whine, or sulk, or scowl take a car and go to the woods or to the unfrequented lanes.

Cheer up!  Your ills are largely imaginary.  If you are really on the brink of bankruptcy, or if there were not thoroughfare through your sorrows, you would clear your brows, set your teeth and make the best of it.

Cheer up!  You are making a hypothetical case out of your troubles, and suffering from a self-inflicted verdict.  You are borrowing trouble and paying a high rate of interest.

Cheer up!  Why, man alive, in a 10 minute walk you may see a score of people worse off than you.  And here you are digging your own grave and playing pall bearer into the bargain.  Man alive, you must do your work!  Smile even though it be through your tears, which speedily Dry.

— P. V. Gleaner.