The last member of Satan's crew — and we are glad to see the last one of them — is Doctor Dodgeit. He stands for sloth, or laziness. Perhaps this morning we can give you a cure for sloth."
The woodsmen in a certain forest when they were finished with their day's work, used to leave their axes in a little woodshed. The next morning they would choose an ax and go off into the forest again. One morning all the axes were taken except one poor fellow that was left in the corner. He began to feel sorry for himself. "Woe is me! None of the woodsmen ever chooses me to chop trees with. I 'm not sharp enough. I 'm all rusty. There is nothing left for me to do but go into the garden and eat worms." A voice came from the opposite corner of the woodshed. "I couldn't help overhearing, but don't worry, Old Man, I'll fix you up as good as new again." The ax looked around and saw that it was the grindstone. The ax began to squeal. "Stop. You're hurting me." The grindstone didn't give him any sympathy. He just said, "This hurts me as much as i t does you." Round and round went the wheel. The ax began to squeal louder and louder. He shouted at the grindstone. "It's all your fault. If it weren't for you I'd still be asleep in the corner." The grindstone replied, "You want to be sharp and bright, don't you?" The ax replied, "Yes, but isn't there an easier way?" The grindstone replied, "No, the only way to sharpen an ax is to grind it . " The wheel kept going round and round; the ax got angrier and angrier. He was so mad he wouldn't even speak to the grindstone. Finally the man took the sharpened ax and went off to the forest with it . He picked out the largest tree in the wood. Blow and blow he laid at the foot of it . The ax began to sing with joy. He was as good as new again. Down came the oak and all the woodsmen cheered. How proud the ax was then. That night as he lay in the corner of the woodshed he said to the grindstone, "I 'm sorry about this afternoon, Grindstone, Old Boy, I 'm strong now and I owe i t all to you."
Doctors will tell you that there is just one cure for laziness. It does not come in bottles or pills or powders. It is called hard work. There is no other cure. There is only one way to grind an ax and that is to grind it , and grind it hard. As long as it lies lazily in the corner it will be rusty and useless. If you go to a doctor and complain that you are lazy, you will get this answer — work hard. Every doctor in the world will tell you that. That is every doctor in the world except our friend Doctor Dodgeit. He will tell you that the cure for laziness is to be lazy. To lie in the corner and get rusty. But we know all about Doctor Dodgeit. He is one of Satan's crew on the Badsoul and he stands for sloth or laziness. The one we should
go to for advice is Doctor Doit from Christ's ship the Goodsoul. He will tell us that if we are lazy the only cure is hard work. If we say we are afraid to do something because it is hard, he has a prescription for that. He just sits down and writes his name. He hands you the card. You read it and it just says, "Doit."
Source: Heavenwords, Imprimatur 1941
The woodsmen in a certain forest when they were finished with their day's work, used to leave their axes in a little woodshed. The next morning they would choose an ax and go off into the forest again. One morning all the axes were taken except one poor fellow that was left in the corner. He began to feel sorry for himself. "Woe is me! None of the woodsmen ever chooses me to chop trees with. I 'm not sharp enough. I 'm all rusty. There is nothing left for me to do but go into the garden and eat worms." A voice came from the opposite corner of the woodshed. "I couldn't help overhearing, but don't worry, Old Man, I'll fix you up as good as new again." The ax looked around and saw that it was the grindstone. The ax began to squeal. "Stop. You're hurting me." The grindstone didn't give him any sympathy. He just said, "This hurts me as much as i t does you." Round and round went the wheel. The ax began to squeal louder and louder. He shouted at the grindstone. "It's all your fault. If it weren't for you I'd still be asleep in the corner." The grindstone replied, "You want to be sharp and bright, don't you?" The ax replied, "Yes, but isn't there an easier way?" The grindstone replied, "No, the only way to sharpen an ax is to grind it . " The wheel kept going round and round; the ax got angrier and angrier. He was so mad he wouldn't even speak to the grindstone. Finally the man took the sharpened ax and went off to the forest with it . He picked out the largest tree in the wood. Blow and blow he laid at the foot of it . The ax began to sing with joy. He was as good as new again. Down came the oak and all the woodsmen cheered. How proud the ax was then. That night as he lay in the corner of the woodshed he said to the grindstone, "I 'm sorry about this afternoon, Grindstone, Old Boy, I 'm strong now and I owe i t all to you."
Doctors will tell you that there is just one cure for laziness. It does not come in bottles or pills or powders. It is called hard work. There is no other cure. There is only one way to grind an ax and that is to grind it , and grind it hard. As long as it lies lazily in the corner it will be rusty and useless. If you go to a doctor and complain that you are lazy, you will get this answer — work hard. Every doctor in the world will tell you that. That is every doctor in the world except our friend Doctor Dodgeit. He will tell you that the cure for laziness is to be lazy. To lie in the corner and get rusty. But we know all about Doctor Dodgeit. He is one of Satan's crew on the Badsoul and he stands for sloth or laziness. The one we should
go to for advice is Doctor Doit from Christ's ship the Goodsoul. He will tell us that if we are lazy the only cure is hard work. If we say we are afraid to do something because it is hard, he has a prescription for that. He just sits down and writes his name. He hands you the card. You read it and it just says, "Doit."
Source: Heavenwords, Imprimatur 1941
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