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Show CALAMITY THAT DWAfiFS ALL i Troubles of the Grown-Ups But Bubbles Bub-bles Beside Tragedy That Harrowed Har-rowed Boy's Soul. People talk of calamities the drop of a few points in some stock, the crash of a runaway horse, the bursting burst-ing of a water pipe, the cook leaving just as the company arrives, a fellow getting mad and trading at another store, an editor writing the word "damn," the loving helpmeet running into a dash of rain while out in her richest plumage, the lawyer losing a plain case which he took on a contingent contin-gent fee we say people talk of calamities calam-ities like these, and they fall back into in-to unspeakable anguish, but they are all the mere foibles of disappointment compared with what we saw the other day, which was this: A small boy built a kite out of sticks and tissue paper, and it had a long graceful calico cali-co tail, and he brought it forth to sail it in a sunny breeze. What a realization realiza-tion of great hope was there when he held up that thing of beauty to catch the first palpitating beams of the morning! How his heart thumped with delight! Away goes the kite, borne on the sweet breath of the morning up, up it goes, and now it sails and soars, as if it transfigured some happy dream but look, lo, there is a flurry and a dart and down it dashes on a malignant tangle of telephone tele-phone wires, and a boy's soul is harrowed har-rowed with despair. That's what we call real calamity. All the others are bogus. Ohio State Journal. |