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Show KATHLEEN NORRIS Time Helps Human Judgment THE VERY SUREST cure for most of our troubles is so simple and so close that few oi us have any faith in it. It is right in reach, all the time in fact, that's what it is. Time. We'll try anything else. We'll leap into the car and rush to Mother's, call up Walter in Washington and ask him what on earth his letter means, move from the old house, move from the familiar town, engage en-gage lawyers, appeal for divorces all in a desperate hurry. We forget that cures for everythingeverything, every-thingeverything, lie in Time. Today's To-day's loss, anger, disillusionment, disappointment, pain, all must give way to Time. Our shortsighted human judgement leads us into mistake after mistake, but Time will straighten them out, if we give it a chance. The agonizing crisis, the apparent wreck of everything we worked for, hoped and dreamed are awaiting the moment when they will blend in with a larger pattern than we can see now. But we won't wait. Hundreds of women write me every year for quick solutions of situations that have been years in the building. The laughter and joy of engagement days, the flower- satisfactions do not come to the couples who break up at the first long strain, the first long series of disillusionments and storms. They have destroyed the pattern, the even flow of human events. They have packed the silver, scattered the children, and committed themselves them-selves to the dispersing to anyone who will listen, of long tales of injustices in-justices and sufferings. No matter with what cold reason they decide on a divorce, before they get it there is inevitable mud-slinging. From telling friends that she and Ned simply aren't compatible, Sylvia Syl-via must go on hinting pretty openly open-ly that (1) there was mental cruelty, cruel-ty, (2) Ned drank terribly. (3) he never gave her a cent, (4) there were other women, lots of them, and, " (5) nobody knows this but Mama, but there was physical violence. And having thus destroyed every last shred of her recently ivory-white, ivory-white, rose-scented, laughter-and-music-accompanied marriage, Sylvia Syl-via sits back and waits for something some-thing immensely pleasant and exciting to come her way. It never does. It can't be done. Sylvia has outraged out-raged nature, who wants parents to carry children up to years of self-dependence and reason, and she has outraged Time. To Mary-Belle Mason, down in San Antonio, my message this morning is, leave something to Time.. Mary -Belle's loved sister recently re-cently died, leaving a 3-months-old boy. Mary-Belle's husband argues that his two girls are raised, he's been through all that pabulum-and-sitting business, and he wants Mary-Belle to accompany him on sales trips next winter. . . hundreds of women write . . scented wedding day, young wifehood, wife-hood, young motherhood, all these were building to something. All these grew through the years. But they must be thrown aside in a hurry, without the loss of a minute. min-ute. Time Makes Difference Livins with husband, mother-in-law, stepchild is "impossible." How they love that word impossible! impos-sible! Hats are impossible, children's chil-dren's manners are impossible, the weather is impossible, and endurance endur-ance of conditions at home has become be-come impossible. Any change would be better than this, and some change must be made instantly. Time? Why should Time make any difference? It is hard to believe; it is impossible im-possible for some women to believe be-lieve but things do change. Everything Every-thing changes, and quite differently from anything we can foresee. Personalities Per-sonalities at the office change. Children begin to get dawnings of sense and character. A winter comes without the incessant head colds, the wet cribs, the burned oatmeal saucepans. The siren at the office marries and goes away, and George comes humbled and ashamed to his old loyalties. The burdensome old father and the insufferable in-sufferable mother-in-law drop out of the picture, and leave the way clear to buy that house in the suburbs, and expand a little and really enjoy life. Unexpected good things do come to the man and woman who shoulder their responsibilities, endure en-dure what they don't like about each other or the situation, and develop de-velop all that is good and loving in the life they have decided to build. Destroyed Life's Pattern But good things and unforeseen |