In 2007, Jeanette Hardage re-read her schoolgirl’s autograph book from 1940 (when she was 9 years old) and discovered a poem written in the hand of her father, William Alfred Webb. He claimed that it was part of a longer piece by Don Carlos Mausser, but the Internet does not seem to have any record of such a poet or of the poem. She was clearly impacted by it and typed it up in her notes to preserve it for posterity. The sentiments in this piece may be a bit old-fashioned, but it provides a window into one of her early influences, underlying the sense of perseverance that comes through in some of her own poetry.
Nothing is Gained
Nothing is gained by saying “I can’t,” and much may be lost thereby.
Attributed to Don Carlos Mausser
Better by far, say “I can” or “I will,” then square your shoulders and try.
To think that you can makes one feel like a man and gives him zest for the fight.
Resolve then today to hammer away with all your strength and your might.
Much may be lost with a faultfinding whine; men never win victories with tears.
To stay in the race, keep a grin on your face and strangle your doubts and your fears.