This is your inning, Dad. Just Dad. There have been so many beautiful things written about Mother and all the rest of the family that it is high time we should tell you how much we love you and how much we appreciate you. You've worked so hard; you've been so ambitious to do things for your loved ones, and they have accepted your sacrifice and work and watchfulness as matter of fact. You've had dreams of a some day when you would relax and play and enjoy, but you have set that some day too far ahead. You consider yourself only after all your loved ones are comfortable and happy, and time is passing, Dad. You are too unselfish, too much centered in that some day. Let's change things a bit, Dad. Sometimes the "some day" doesn't come. You are entitled to happiness and pleasure and health and joy right here, now, to-day. It's your duty to have them. Your loved ones do not want you to spend your Keep Alive the Spirit of Youth. Come on, Dad; get in the group and enjoy things now and you will live longer, and get more out of life, and give more pleasure to your loved ones. Get in the game, Dad; let's see the old light and twinkle in your eyes; let's have the sunshine on your face; the love-light on your lips, and the happiness in your heart. Leave your cares at the office; prepare your mind for play, and you will feel so much better and stronger and so much more successful in your business. We don't want to hear any more sh-h-h—sh-h-h—or whispers when you come home. We don't want to feel that uncomfortable feeling of restraint; let's laugh and sing and love and play—let's make your home-coming a joyous event. We all love you, Dad, but you haven't made it as comfortable as you might for us when we try to express our love. You've been too tired, too Don't you see how we love you and how we appreciate you? Don't you know that there is no one in the world who can take the place of Dad? Keep your heart young, Dad; we will help if you only say, "Come on." We are waiting for the signal. Let's start the new schedule tonight. Come on, Dad, what do you say? |