In any sort of athletic contest a man who individually is good--perhaps
even of the very best--may be a poor member of the team because he
wishes to do all the playing himself and will not co-operate with his
fellows. Every coach knows how such a man hashes the game. The same
thing is true in business or in anything else where many people work
together; a really capable man often fails because he hogs the center of
the stage and wants to be the whole show. To seek petty, immediate
triumphs instead of earning and waiting for the big, silent approval of
one's own conscience and of those who understand, is a mark of
inferiority. It is also a barrier to usefulness, for an egotistical man
is necessarily selfish and a selfish man cannot co-operate.
Music hath charms--at least it should;
Even a homely voice sounds good
That sings a cheerful, gladsome song
That shortens the way, however long.
A screechy fife, a bass drum's beat
Is wonderful music to marching feet;
A scratchy fiddle or banjo's thump
May tickle the toes till they want to jump.
But one musician fills the air
With discords that jar folks everywhere.
A pity it is he ever was born--
The discordant fellow who toots his own horn.
He gets in the front where all can see--
"Now turn the spot-light right on me,"
He says, and sings in tones sonorous
His own sweet halleluiah chorus.
Refrain and verse are both the same--
The pronoun I or his own name.
He trumpets his worth with such windy tooting
That louder it sounds than cowboys shooting.
This man's a nuisance wherever he goes,
For the world soon tires of the chap who blows.
Whether mighty in station or hoer of corn,
Unwelcome's the fellow who toots his own horn.
The poorest woodchopper makes the most sound;
A poor cook clatters the most pans around;
The rattling spoke carries least of the load;
And jingling pennies pay little that's owed;
A rooster crows but lays no eggs;
A braggart blows but drives no pegs.
He works out of harmony with any team,
For others are skim milk and he is the cream.
"The world," so far as he can see,
"Consists of a few other folks and ME."
He richly deserves to be held in scorn--
The ridiculous fellow who toots his own horn.
_Joseph Morris_.