Show I gj r t Something to Think About II L By F. F A. A WALKER J I n fol THE TIIE LEADING PARTS THEIR imaginations the young IN men and women of these strangely perverted times early reach the conclusIon con con- that they are cast for tor the lead leadA tog lug parts They arc aro QuIte sure ot of their t ex- abilities as they look about them and toke take note of at their elders plodding day otter after day In some lowly Jowly sphere from which they seem utterly helpless to escape Burdens which their parents are bearIng wIth so much ff stir In Inthe Inthe the breasts ot of these youngSters a spirit ot of resentment but never an Inclination tion to take hold and make the burden lighter r. r They were not born for tor such drudgery It Is too degradIng I The Tho old folk these supercilious sons Eons and daughters will tell you ou In a moment moment ot of are tools fools to work pinch and slave as they do they hey never neter should havo permitted themselves to get In the straits they ore are Look at their clothes gnarled hands anti ana compare them with ours IIa J I In Ia short these Ingrates because ot of their smart o attire and span appearance appearance appear appear- ance are QuIte sure that their parents par par- eats are d densely Ignorant and ond behind the times needIng frequently to be told to dress better and be more par par- particular about the care ot of their hands J Beneath those commonplace clothes there beat the noblest hearts In the world never tiring In their devotion never counting the cost ot of sacrifice made every hour In behalf ot of thankless thank less not yet et rIpe enough In fu and w wisdom to understand what Is ta place about them TheIr little minds cannot grasp the met meaning ot of the supreme love In the hearts ot of the Ithe old folk whose splendid splendid did devotion de has has' no counterpart onearth ou on earth shining through the darkest night like Uke the glorIous stars ot of heaven It Is the old folk tolk who are playing the leading the parts kindly parents whose shoulders are bent whose hands bands are soiled from toll toil that their children may have hac a better start In life lite than was gIven them Give the old folk praise Cheer them up as you greet them In the morning Tell them how you ou love Jove them when you say suy good nIght and hear henr theta them bless you In their outpourIng outpour outpour- lag Ing joy by McClure Ne SyndIcate |