From the Ipswich Tribune

March 1, 1928 edition

A MAN'S PRAYER

Teach me that sixty minutes makes an hour, sixteen ounces one pound and one hundred cents one dollar. Help me so to live that I can lie down at night with a clear conscience, without a gun under my pillow and unhaunted by the faces of those to whom I have brought pain. Grant that I may earn my meal-ticket on the square, and that in earning it I may do unto others as I would have them do unto me. Deafen me to the jingle of tainted money and to the rustle of unholy skirts. Blind me to the faults of the other fellow but reveal to me my own. Guide me so that each night when I look across the dinner table at my wife, who has been a blessing to me I will have nothing to conceal. Keep me young enough to laugh with little children and sympathetic enough to be considerate of old age. Then when comes the day of darkened shades and the smell of flowers, the tread of soft footsteps and the crunching of wheels in the yard-make the ceremony short and the epitaph simple-HERE LIES A MAN.