When the Lord gave out brains, I thought He said trains, and I missed mine. When He gave out looks, I thought He said books, and I didn't want any. When He gave out noses, I thought He said roses, and I asked for a red one. When He gave out legs, I thought He said kegs, and I ordered two fat ones. When He gave out chins, I thought He said gins, and I ordered a double one. When He gave out heads, I thought He said beds, and I asked for a soft one. Oh Gee, am I a mess!
To give the white-haired father or mother not only respect, but confidence, to tell the joke and the secret to them first, to accord them cordially the central place in the merrymaking, may seem trivial matters, yet they are not trivial to those who, in the twilight of life, begin to think they are useless or forgotten, and to question whether they shall be missed when they shall go out into the nearing night. Courtesy is but a little thing and costs nothing, and if it is due to any one, it is surely due to the aged among us, especially when these are our parents.