| Show SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT by F A WALKER CHEERFUL SOULS WHATEVER it may be with regard to the happiness of the world at large the cheerful soul who through the summer heat and the winter cold continues to wear a sall ing fice Is a spectacle most 01 us like to behold there s the little mother with two children famed for ravenous ai pe altes who must be hurried ou f bed in the morning bathed groomed and breakfasted in time tor school which she somehow manages to do without once losing her and there Is yet another gawky overgrown child the father of her family with whom she has to deal more circum ly jealous of his own flesh and blood who at times tries her sorely but with her natural aptitude for management she wheedles him into sub mission without losing her cheerful ness and thus saves the day to glad ness and sunshine she leads the way by a look of happiness and a dozen trifling danl of love while this dour boy of hers gazes in admiration at her fine display of diplomacy and wonders in his dull brain whence came her beneficent power it Is not impossible for him to un der stand his mixed emotions but be tag subservient to the temperate tyr anny of his wife he yields compla bently as all good husbands learn sooner or later to do and the cheerful marches forth in triumph conscious that she Is queen if the world would once catch this effervescent spirit of cheerfulness and appropriate it to general use we of the grumbling sort might in a little dalle find burse hes in an earthly par adase of our own making the courts with their stem judges would be empty the prisons would occupants and half of the sor rows of mankind would no more be known the essence of cheerfulness Is kind ness nothing more nor less even ailments of the body and mind psychoanalysis will tell you are larf cely influenced by the warmth of the cheering alre that Is often kin died in the soul by a mere spark of faith such as the little mother car rles always within her knowing when to use it and when to turn a drear gray morning into a season of kaptur ous delight up to the glad heavens themselves Q by syndicate |
