LUCK.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 12776, 21 October 1919, Page 6

LUCK.

(By WALT MASON.) I often hear of lucky guys, for whom the fates have no rebuke; while some laboriously rise, they gain the summit by a fluke. They canter gayly up the road, unscarred, unbruised, while luckless men, are chafed and wearied by their load, and lost, or foundered in the fen. But when I meet the lucky cuss, and analyse and parse his curves, I find he's like the rest of us—he only gets what he deserves. He is a gent who sanely plana to gain an honour or a buck; and so he climbs, while also rans are grumbling sorely of his luck. He is a hustling delegate who is resolved to work and win; he moves along while others wait for some fake ship to saunter in. His wholesome ardour never flags, he yields to no fell circumstance ; while human failures shake their rags and say they never had a chanceThe kind of luck this fellow sees will stick with him through life, I guess; for it is based on qualities that evermore command success. The faker with the : gilded brick may think he’s lucky for a day; but all his profits vanisa quick, and all his honours fade away* Luck’s not confined to neighbourhoods, to humble shack or fretted hall; if yqu’ i'q the guy who has the goods, you’ll find luck at your heck and call.