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Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume LXV, Issue 11786, 24 September 1913, Page 6

India is, says Eudyard Kipling, a place beyond all others where one must not take things too seriously— the mid-day sun always exeepted. Too much work and too much energy kill a man just as effectively as too much assorted vice or too much drink. Flirtation does not mutter, because everyone is transferred, and either you or she leave the station and never return. Good work does not matter, because a man is judged by his worst output, and another man takes all the credit' of his best, as a rule. Bad work does not matter, because other men do worse, an-d incompetents hang on longer in India than anywhere else. Amusements do not matter, because you must repeat them as soou as you have accomplished them once, and most amusements only moan trying to win another person's money. Sickness does not matter, because it's all in a day's work, and if you die, another man takes your place and your office in the eight hours between death and burial. Nothing matters except home furlough and acting allowances, and these only because -hey are scarce. It is a slack country, where all men work with imperfect instruments; and the wisest thing is to escape as soon as ever you can to some place where amusement is amusement and a reputation worth the having.