University of Hard Knocks

Ralph Parlette

• Publisher: pubOne.info
• Year: 2010
• eBook ISBN: 9782819926986
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: Classics
• Index: Literature

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Go Up the Mountain

  O UNIVERSITY OF HARD KNOCKS, we learn to love you more with each passing year. We learn that you are cruel only to be kind. We learn that you are saving us from ourselves. But O, how most of us must be bumped to see this!

  I know no better way to close this lecture than to tell you of a great bump that struck me one morning in Los Angeles. It seemed as tho twelve years of my life had dropped out of it, and had been lost.

  Were you ever bumped so hard you were numb? I was numb. I wondered why I was living. I thought I had nothing more to live for. When a dog is wounded he crawls away alone to lick his wounds. I felt like the wounded dog. I wanted to crawl away to lick my wounds.

  That is why I climbed Mount Lowe that day. I wanted to get alone.

  It is a wonderful experience to climb Mount Lowe. The tourists go up half a mile into Rubio Canyon, to the engineering miracle, the triangular car that hoists them out of the hungry chasm thirty-five hundred feet up the side of a granite cliff, to the top of Echo Mountain.

  Here they find that Echo Mountain is but a shelf on the side of Mount Lowe. Here they take an electric car that winds five miles on towards the sky. There is hardly a straight rail in the track. Every minute a new thrill, and no two thrills alike. Five miles of winding and squirming, twisting and ducking, dodging and summersaulting.

  There are places where the tourist wants to grasp his seat and lift. There is a wooden shelf nailed to the side of the perpendicular rockwall where his life depends upon the honesty of the man who drove the nails. He may wonder if the man was working by the day or by the job! He looks over the edge of the shelf downward, and then turns to the other side to look at the face of the cliff they are hugging, and discovers there is no place to resign!

  The car is five thousand feet high where it stops on that last shelf, Alpine Tavern. One cannot ride farther upward. This is not the summit, but just where science surrenders. There is a little trail that winds upward from Alpine Tavern to the summit. It is three miles long and rises eleven hundred feet.

  To go up that last eleven hundred feet and stand upon the flat rock at the summit of Mount Lowe is to get a picture so wonderful it cannot be described with this poor human vocabulary. It must be lived. On a pure, clear day one looks down this sixty-one hundred feet, more than a mile, into the orange belt of Southern California. It spreads out below in one great mosaic of turquoise and amber and emerald, where the miles seem like inches, and where his field-glass sweeps one panoramic picture of a hundred miles or more.

  Just below is Pasadena and Los Angeles. To the westward perhaps forty miles is the blue stretch of the Pacific Ocean, on westward the faint outlines of Catalina Islands. The ocean seems so close one could throw a pebble over into it. How a mountain does reduce distances. You throw the pebble and it falls upon your toes!

  And Mount Lowe is but a shelf on the side of the higher Sierras. The granite mountains rise higher to the northward, and to the east rises “Old Baldy, ” twelve thousand feet high and snow eternally on his head.

  This is one of the workshops of the infinite!

  All alone I scrambled up that three-mile trail to the summit. All alone I stood upon the flat rock at the summit and looked down into the swimming distances. I did not know why I had struggled up into that mountain sanctuary, for I was not searching for sublimity. I was searching for relief. I was heartsick.

  I saw clouds down in the valley below me. I had never before looked down upon clouds. I thought of the cloud that had covered me in the valley below, and dully watched the clouds spread wider and blacker.

  Afterwhile the valley was all hidden by the clouds. I knew rain must be falling down there. The people must be saying, “The sun doesn't shine. The sky is all gone. ” But I saw the truth— the sun was shining. The sky was in place. A cloud had covered down over that first mile. The sun was shining upon me, the sky was all blue over me, and there were millions of miles of sunshine above me. I could see all this because I had gone above the valley. I could see above the clouds.

  A great light seemed to break over my stormswept soul. I am under the clouds of trouble today, BUT THE SUN IS SHINING!

  I must go on up the mountain to see it.

  The years have been passing, the stormclouds have many times hidden my sun. But I have always found the sun shining above them. No matter how black and sunless today, when I have struggled on up the mountain path, I have gotten above the clouds and found the sun forever shining and God forever in His heavens.

  Each day as I go up the mountain I get a larger vision. The miles that seem so great down in the valley, seem so small as I look down upon them from higher up. Each day as I look back I see more clearly the plan of a human life. The rocks, the curves and the struggles fit into a divine engineering plan to soften the steepness of the ascent. The bumps are lifts. The things that seem so important down in the smudgy, stormswept valley, seem so unimportant as we go higher up the mountain to more important things.

  Today I look back to the bump that sent me up Mount Lowe. I did not see how I could live past that bump. The years have passed and I now know it was one of the greatest blessings of my life. It closed one gate, but it opened another gate to a better pathway up the mountain.

  Late that day I was clambering down the side of Mount Lowe. Down in the valley below me I saw shadows. Then I looked over into the southwest and I could see the sun going down. I could see him sink lower and lower until his red lips kissed the cheek of the Pacific. The glory of the sunset filled sea and sky with flames of gold and fountains of rainbows. Such a sunset from the mountain-side is a promise of heaven.

  The shadows of sunset widened over the valley. Presently all the valley was black with the shadow. It was night down there. The people were saying, “The sun doesn't shine. ” But it was not night where I stood. I was farther up the mountain. I turned and looked up to the summit. The beams of the setting sun were yet gilding Mount Lowe's summit. It was night down in the valley, but it was day on the mountain top!

  Go on south!

  That means, go on up!

  Child of humanity, are you in the storm? Go on upward. Are you in the night? Go on upward.

  For the peace and the light are always above the storm and the night, and always in our reach.

  I am going on upward. Take my hand and let us go together. Mount Lowe showed the way that dark day. There I heard the “sermons in stones. ”

  Some day my night will come. It will spread over all this valley of material things where the storms have raged.

  But I shall be on the mountain top. I shall look down upon the night, as I am learning to climb and look down upon the storms. I shall be in the new day of the mountain-top, forever above the night.

  I shall find this mountain-top just another shelf on the side of the Mountain of Infinite Unfolding. I shall have risen perhaps only the first mile. I shall have millions of miles yet to rise.

  This will be another Commencement Day and Master's Degree. Infinite the number on up. “Eye hath not seen nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him. ”

  We are not growing old. We are going up to Eternal Life.

  Rejoice and Go Upward!

ANOTHER BEGINNING

The Big Business of Life Turning work Into Play

  By Ralph Parlette

  This book proves that the real big business is that of getting our happiness now in our work, and not tomorrow for our work.

  Judge Ben B. Lindsey, the kids' Judge, says: “It is a great big boost for everybody who will read it. People ought to buy them by the gross and send them to their friends. ”

  Dr. J. G. Crabbe, President of the State Teachers College, Greeley, Colo. , says: “The Big Business of Life is a real joy to read. It is big and ought to be read today and tomorrow and forevermore every where. It is truly 'A Book of Rejoicing'. ”

  The Augsberg Teacher, a Magazine for Teachers, says: “In The Big Business of Life we have the practical philosophy that it is everyone's business to abolish work and turn this world into a playground. Who will not confess that many mortals take their work too seriously, and that to them it is a joyless, cheerless thing? To be able to find happiness, and to find it when we are bending to our duties is to possess the secret of living to the full. And happiness is to be sought within, and not among the things that lie at our feet. The book before us is wholesome and vivacious. It provokes many a smile, and beneath each one is a bit of wisdom it would do us a world of good to learn. It recalls the saying of the wise man 'A merry heart doeth good like a medicine'. ”

  Many who have read The Big Business of Life write us that they think it is even better than “The University of Hard Knocks, ” which, they add, is mighty hard to beat.

  It's Up To You!

  Are You Shaking Up or Rattling Down?

  Go On South!

  The Best is Yet to Come

  The Salvation of a Sucker

  You Can't Get Something for Nothing

  These booklets by Ralph Parlette are short stories adapted from chapters in “The University of Hard Knocks. ”

  John C. Carroll, President of the Hyde Park State Bank of Chicago, bought 1000 copies of the booklet “It's Up to You! ” and of it he says, “Parlette's Beans and Nuts is just as good as the Message to Garcia and will be handed around just us much. I have handed the book to business men, to young fellows, bond salesmen and such, to our own vice president, and they all want another copy to send to some friend. I would rather be author of it than president of the bank. ”

  Employers in every line of business are buying quantities of “It's Up to You! ” for their workers.

  William Jennings Bryan says of the booklet “Go On South”: “It is one of the great stories of the day. ”

  Charles Grilk of Davenport, says: “My two children and I read the Mississippi River story together and we were thoroly delighted. ”

  Instruct us to send one of these booklets to your friends. It will delight them more than any small present you can make.

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ISBN : 978-2-8199-2698-6

Table of contents

• The University of Hard Knocks
• Why It Is Printed
• The University of Hard Knocks
• Some Preliminary Remarks
• Can Only Pull the Plug!
• Did You Bring a Bucket?
• What It's All About
• To Everybody in My Audience
• The University of Hard Knocks
• The Need of the Bumps
• The Two Colleges
• Chapter II
• Teaching a Wilful Child
• “Stop, Look, Listen”
• Blind Man's Fine Sight
• Are You Going Up or Down?
• Bumping the Prodigals
• Consider the Sticky Flypaper
• “Removed” or “Knocked Out”?
• Chapter III
• The Sorrows of the Piano
• The Sufferings of the Red Mud
• Cripple Taught by Bumps
• Schools of Sympathy
• The Silver Lining
• Chapter IV
• Shake to Their Places
• Lectures in Cans
• The Shaking Barrel of Life
• Kings and Queens of Destiny
• We Compel Promotion
• “Good Luck” and “Bad Luck”
• The “Lucky” One
• The “Unlucky” One
• Life's Barrel the Leveler
• The Fatal Rattle!
• We Must Get Ready to Get
• The Menace of the Press-Notice
• The Artificial Uplift
• Fix the People, Not the Barrel
• That Cruel Fate
• Chapter V
• “Getting to the Top”
• The Secret of Greatness
• The First Step at Hand
• The Widow's Mites
• Finding the Great People
• A Glimpse of Gunsaulus
• Give It Now
• Chapter VI
• The Story of “Gussie”
• Colleges Give Us Tools
• The “Hard Knocks Graduates”
• The Tragedy of Unpreparedness
• Children, Learn This Early
• Not Packhorse Work
• “Helping” the Turkeys
• Happiness in Our Work
• Many Kinds of Drunkards
• The Lure of the City
• “Hep” and “Pep” for the Home Town
• A School of Struggle
• Men Needed More Than Millions
• Chapter VII
• Reading and Knowing
• “You Can't Get Something for Nothing”
• I Bought the Soap
• My “Fool Drawer”
• Getting “Selected”
• I Am Cured
• Those Commencement Orations
• My Maiden Sermon
• You Must Live Your Song
• The Success of a Song-Writer
• Theory and Practice
• Tuning the Strings of Life
• Chapter VIII
• That “Last Day of School”
• Calling the Class-Roll
• The Boy I Had Envied
• Why Ben Hur Won
• Chapter IX
• Go On South and Grow Greater
• The Plague of Incompetents
• This Is Our Best Day
• Birthdays and Headmarks
• Bernhardt, Davis and Edison
• Moses Begins at Eighty
• The “Sob Squad”
• Waiting till the “Second Table”
• It's Better on South
• Overcoming Obstacles Develops Power
• Go on South From Principle
• Reaching the Gulf
• Go on South Forever!
• Chapter X
• Go Up the Mountain
• ANOTHER BEGINNING
• Copyright