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Johnathon Williams To the people over the years that have made me who I am and to the God that makes it possible: Thank you. How Did You Die? Did you tackle that trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful? Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful? Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce, Or a trouble is what you make it, And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts, But only how did you take it? You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that? Come up with a smiling face. It's nothing against you to fall down flat, But to lie there -- that's disgrace. The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce; Be proud of your blackened eye! It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts, It's how did you fight -- and why? And though you be done to the death, what then? If you battled the best you could, If you played your part in the world of men, Why, the Critic will call it good. Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce, And whether he's slow or spry, It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts, But only how did you die? - By Edmund Vance Cooke Senior Pages 154 Walsworth Publishing Company Online Design Proof - Copyright Walsworth Publishing Company - Only provided as a proof PDF - Printers other than Walsworth Publishing Company are explicitly restricted from printing this PDF or recreating it in any form. Job #: 5061940A Pages: 154-155 16-Apr-2015 (RequestID: 99488453-ffef-4d4b-9444-2bc8065060db SpreadID: 100718646 Type: Preview PDC: http://pdf.walsworthyearbooks.com.s3.amazonaws.com/pdf/Proof/99488453-ffef-4d4b-9444-2bc8065060db/100718646.pdc)
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Johnathon WilliamsTo the people over the years thathave made me who I am and tothe God that makes it possible: Thank you.
How Did You Die? Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful? Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful? Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it, And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that? Come up with a smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down flat, But to lie there -- that's disgrace.
The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce; Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts, It's how did you fight -- and why?
And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could, If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good. Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he's slow or spry, It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,
But only how did you die?- By Edmund Vance Cooke
Senior Pages 154
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