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Show Dorothy Dix Talksl I THE COMPLAINER. TIT-' Individual for whom I have the most respect is the man or -woman who puts on i li o smile that won't come off as he shaves, or she powders her nn--.' in the mornlnc and who goes cheerfully and bravely about the day's labor, howevei hard and disagreeable ihat may be. And the person for whom I have the most blighting contempt is the miserable, weak, spineless creature k who whines through the world, howl-,ng howl-,ng with self pity over every lick of work he or she has to do, and every burden he or she has to bear. Ynu know (he sorl Of person I mean . for nobody is lucky enough to escape these Jeremiahs and having to listen to their lamentations over their having hav-ing to bear the ordinary human lot. Sometimes the chronic complainer a your fellow worker. If she's a girl she begins the recitation of her woes as she opens her desk of a morning and lets the sad tale dribble over you all day long. "Oh, dear," she sighs, "I do hope there won't be much work today., because be-cause I've got a perfectly dreadful headache and my poor nerves are so jumpy that I don't feel that I could take dictation without screaming. I haven't an; appetite, didn't eat hardly a bit of breakfast, 1 sleep so badly at night; while I look perfectly well and healthy I'm really not what you could call strong and work doesn't agree with my constitution, anyway. "My doctor says that the trouble with me is that I am temperamental; that what I need is pleasure and amusement; a carefree lire with no responsibilities or duties and that I'd be perfectly well if I could only go to Honolulu, or some nice warm place I ' like that in the winters, and spend my summers at Bar Harbor. It's all very well for girls who are not sensitive, or highly strung, to have to work. I have seen girls who were even interested inter-ested in their work, but it's just terri- ble for me to have to do it. It makes me sick. Oh dear, my poor back! It's just terrible! If the chronic complainer is a man he nails you to your cross while he pours into your ears the story of his wrongs "Say," he says, "did you ever see such a dump as this, or such a lot of boneheads running a business? Solid ivory And tightwads Look at the way they work me. Think I'm nothing but a slave to be driven with a whip. If there's any hard work I'm the ;eorge that has to do it and as for salary you couldn't pry up your pay envelope another plunk with a steam lever. "Oh, I'm the great original hoodoo all right I'm neer around when the plums are being passed out I'm never nev-er one of the golden haired boys who is teacher's pet and gets a soft snap The only thins 1 ever look around here lor is Injustice, and I get that you bet." Sometimes the chronie complainer is a wife and mother She has got good home, a good husband, nice children, chil-dren, but she forces the hole family to live to the tuns of the dirge that she perpetuallv chants. "Oh, yes. " she moans out in a cracked crack-ed ice voice. "I suppose this is an attractive at-tractive house to a guest. Yes, my husband spent a great deal of money on building it and furnishing it trying to make ii comfortable and artistic, but my dear' If you knew what a burden bur-den it is to run a house like this. Of course I have plenty of servants, but it's just impossible to find porf.et ones who will do everything unlej? the mistress keeps her eyes upon them. "I have to order everything, and it's just a bore having to think of what to have to eat. for every meal. "Of course my children are darlings, but they are a great care. too. I'm always al-ways so worried about them for fear they wil) get sick or get hurt and they are always outgrowing their clothes and wearing them out. and ! wanting something to eat, or to go somewhere, or do something that's a lot of trouble. Oh. 11 B B terrible responsibility re-sponsibility to be a mother, and it takes up all of your time so that you slstn't havo lnicnrr. tr fin iinvtllinC pise. j So that sometimes I think the childless child-less women have the best of it. Cbil dren can cause you a great deal of sorrow. Mine haven't, but they may. You never can tell. "And while I'm not saying a word against my husband, who is as kind j and generous as he can be. still husbands hus-bands are so unreasonable, even the I best of them They think a woman I should be happy and contented if she j is healthy and prosperous, and has a man who loves her. and a nice family, and they never realize what wc poor women have to bear, or the work we do. or the sacrifices we make. Oh dear, life s very sad. isn't it?" Perhaps the chronic complainer is j a married man with a grouch so thick you could cut it with a knife. "Take it from me," he says, "the married man is the eternal goat. All he has got to do is to work like a gaily gai-ly slave for the benefit of grocers, butchers, dry roods merchants, iinllin-i ers. dressmakers, doctors and school, teachers. All he gets is the privilege J of paving the bills And the worst Of ii 8 thai nobod throws a bouquci at him for the sacrifice he makes of his whole life on the family altar. The w fe and kids think he ought la smile, and do the little sunshine act around a the house while he's going to the slaughter. Much I've got to grin over v.iili a wife and two children to support." sup-port." So goes the wail of the chronic complainer which we cannot chonpo hut hear, because the pestiferous whiner is always in our midst wet blanketing every occasion, chill inc; hope and enthusiam, and doing his r,i her conscientious best to blot out the I sunshine and happiness of all with ! ... hnm he and she come In contact. There's no use in being sorry for the chronic complalners. The) are never having such a perfectly good j time as when thej ascend to th ing place and smite their breasts, and , howl about their troubles aloud. They are not realb suffering Their eri'st are not th cries of pain. They re i cries of vanity. They merely warn to rail attention to themselves, ?.nd tfaes hit on this d. leful method of gratifying their ego'ism. j And lliev air um. "un"nM- ., spectacle (hey are making of them-selves. them-selves. The cannot see how cra n, cowardly, how litlle. weak and futile; ,y,ov seem when they moan aloud over pin pricks to others who are. perh?ps, enduring a death agony in silence. Tf you re acquiring the complaining 'hibit quit it. Don't cultivate the yel I low Blreak in yourself. Cut it out. j I Whining does no good. The less you think and 'alk about an unpleaBan' Mob you've j-oi to do. or a hard thing you've r.ot to bear. lh; better for you, Hand much the better for other pcopie. For there's no other such bore on earth as ih chronic complainei |