They are a strange power, inHOUGHTS! definable. And yet they are material things— tangible, real; masters of the destinies of men. For it is by the trend of their thoughts that men are held in the sluggish bayous and backwaters of life; it is by the trend of their thoughts that men are carried to the desired havens of life, to places of power and pomp and luxury. He whose thoughts are uncontrolled, unguided, is a derelict—a vessel without power and without worth. He is the plaything of adverse tides, the sport of chance and circumstance. He who has a definite objective; a goal toward which he His strives, is possessed of power—psychic, dynamic. friends, the stranger upon the street, the tides of circumstance, the very winds of chance, all the elements of life unite to make his goal attainable.