From the Rock Island Argus, November 25, 1912. By Duncan M. Smith. If you cannot win a fortune That will feather well your nest You at least can earn a living If you work your level best. If you cannot make a million Where the highest stakes are played You can knock out several dollars Working daily at your trade. What’s the use of having money That you never hope to spend? It will only bring you trouble It is not your truest friend. If you settle with the grocer And can pay the butcher’s score With a little left for pleasure What can any one do more? For the man who has a million Only has one pair of eyes To behold the wondrous picture As old earth before him lies. He can only eat one breakfast Only occupy one bed Only wear one pair of slippers Have but one hat upon his head. If you cannot own an auto That will travel double quick You can stroll along the highway Where the autumn leaves are thick And whatever your situation In whatever niche you fit You can have a lot of pleasure If you make the best of it.