1. Man at the Top
The man at the top is the man who was game,
When other were quitting and crawling,
When blows and defeat and discouragement came
And critics were senselessly bawling,
Who stuck to his guns, and would never admit
He was beaten, or conquered the least little bit
Till he won through, by courage, sheer pluck, and pure grit
To the heights of his calling.
No obstacle, barrier ever could stop
That chap from becoming the Man at the Top.
The man at the top was a chap, once, like you,
And stood just the same as you’re standing
At the foot of the ladder ; and dismal and blue
Were the prophecies critics were handing.
And you, if you’ve only the wisdom to stay
In the game ; and the nerve and courage to play,
As sure as you’re living you’ll win ; and some day
On the heights you’ll be landing,
For no power on earth can eventually stop
A real man from winning, at last, to the top !
The Searchlight
October 1927 Kleen-e-ze