Show S Something to Think Tink About SL L By F. F A A. WALKER 0 U WHEN WINDS ARE FAIR IN THE sum summer time ot of life lite when the winds are Bre fair very few tew ot of us are disposed to think about anythIng except pleasure It Is our turn upon the tho sta stage e. e We are arc anxious to play our part with magnificent gusto though we may be ns as green as a paIr ot of rustic I bumpkins In the art of at dancing the stately minuet But the minuet alas Is too beautiful ful airy daInty and graceful for tor the present resent summertime summer folk tolk There Is too much exquisite charm charmIn In Its movements and not enough noise Yet so It Is It If Ve would acknowledge It It we might without the slightest blush ad ad- that this Is the age ot of jazz and brass and the two accordIng to our way way ot of thInkIng jangle ravishingly together to- to Ig gether ther especially when we furnish Ithe the brass ot of whIch we have large va va- i In spite ot of our supposedly hIgher education we are deficient In many ot of the finer social arts with which our forebears of 20 or 40 years ago ogo were Intimately acquaInted They were more esthetic than we more particular with whom they formed social alliances money and brass even though they mIght have been well Introduced could not In those days enter the homes ot of the best people and get a cordial recep- recep PedIgree and character took thelong the long long count count and around these two es- es qualitIes the clock of proprIety bad to tIck perfectly accurate seconds But Dut In these days the winds t seem to to bo be fair for tor everybody quIte rei re- re i of the barometer Even young men and young women attractive e ot of face tace and form with nothIng nothIng noth noth- Ing to substantIate theIr character but brass and wealth cannot enter In real society or become Intimate with the cultured people And It if you will stroll stroH through these little UttIe towns you will become conscious ot of a delicious sweetness In the aIr which at first cannot be measured or understood It permeates the homes the tho hills the prIm flower gardens the shaded porches and gIves to life lito a nobility that neither wealth nor brass can ever hope to acquire m b by McClure Nee paper Syn Syndicate 0 6 |