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[[preprinted]] Press Notices [[/preprinted]] [[paper inside of scrapbook]] Against Odds. by Edgar A Guest. Suppose, for a minute, you stumbled and fell, To the bottom, we'll say, of a ninety foot well, And nobody heard you or answer your shout, Would you lie there and die, and not try to get out? Suppose you were corned, we'll say, by a brute With no one to throw you a rifle to shoot, With no one to help you in your terrible plight Would you give up your life without making a fight? Well, this little trouble which has you upset, Is nothing compared to what others have met; So why do you whimper and whine at your case, Why give up and quit without making the race? Remember, My boy, when you're troubled by doubt From caverns of gloom men have worked their way out, When the Fates have you cornered, your courage Must show, Don't like down and die at the very first blow. [[preprinted]] 118 [[/preprinted]] [[end page]]