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 never believe anything a man told me in the spring. The season intoxicates.

It ought to be for youth as for nature the time of a new birth—of new resolutions, of new ambitions, of higher ideals. It ought to bring new strength to work, new desire to excel, new energy to plan and to accomplish. It is anomalous that for many it should be a loafing time, a time of selfish indulgence, a time wasted.

Winter is gone and spring and youth and opportunity are here. Make the most of them.

April