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Show Stop Complaining, Their Resolution Family Agrees Mother's Suggestion Sug-gestion Is Best One to Be Followed. By FLORENCE HARRIS WELLS A k A I ELL' ;olksi I've . w4r made a New Year's gC- j 13 M 1 resolution," Ben, B l ll011le from college "Tif-J for the hollda-vs' ' announced as he p- ''rv4?' took his place at gr the breakfast table the morning of the very cheerful New Tear. Mother smiled gayly at her handsome hand-some nnd beloved only child. Grandmother Grand-mother looked adoringly across the table at her Idolized grandson. "Throe guesses V" Father laughed. "You're going to get out of bed In the morning." "Wrong." Ben grinned. "I haven't hwn dnlno- It this vacation. TU ad mit, hut I've been up at seven every m o r n i n g this semester. Guess again." "You're- going to bed before midnight," grandmother grand-mother looked up hopefully. "Nothing doing, era n d ui o t h e r. Your t u r n, mater." ma-ter." "You're going to cease having a new girl every new moon and get down to business busi-ness In school." Mother looked WW ml If Ml I nTN quizzically a; her boy who had always seemed like a dear younger brother as well as a son. "You've come the nearest, mother. Nix. on t!if sir) part, but I'm going to finish :uy senior year with a bang instead of jus: citing through as In ..titer years: ihnieh that isn't exactly ns I worded my resolve. Now what are ihe ri-t of my ;'':;. 1 family resolving, resolv-ing, before we ileive any deeper into mine? What about you, dad?" P.en beamed at each one. not waiting for any family verdict in regard to his new "leaf. Ben. senior, laughed boyishly. "I'd resolved nor to resolve anything, any-thing, but as you insist. I'm going to turn over a new leaf and foilow my wife's advice for a .vhole yeur and nee what happens to me. Can't do much worse than I have done," he added, add-ed, laconically. "Some stunt, dad ; mother's pretty shrewd, I think. What are you resolving, re-solving, grandma'" "It's pretty late for an old lndy of eighty-six to be resolving anything. Guess I'll just try to be as good as I can." "You're not so slow, grandma. You can't break It, because no matter what you do you've always got an alibi being just as good ns you can be." "Now It's up to you, mother. Bet you never thought of resolving, did you?" "Bet I did," mother retorted. "But I hadn't expected to broadcast it." "You've got to though. It's only fair." "All right. I'm going to stop complaining." "C o m p 1 a Inlng, mother? I've never heard you complain. Have you, dad?" "Not that I'd recognize." Ben, senior, agreed. "Y e s. I do. We've had a hard year. Finances have been most stringent. Mother Moth-er broke her hip and we had a nurse for months. Father's partner wasn't square. Some folks didn't do their part, etc. I've enumerated those things ; thought about them and talked about them." "But, mother, you never whined. You always said things jokingly." "That may be so, but In my heart I was rebelling and complaining; then, last week, your father came within a half hour of being asphyxiated asphyx-iated I thought a good many things In those hours he was fighting his way back. Two days later, son, you were in an automobile accident the same kind of an accident In which many lose their lives. I've done a lot more thinking the last few days. I might have faced this New Year, a widow and childless ; Instead I am blessed with my loved husband and equally loved son, and mother Is still with us. Hereafter," she resumed her usnal bantering gayety, "I complain no more of everyday trials." "There, dad, didn't I tell you, your resolution was a good one. Guess I'll word mine that way. I meant to say I'd work hard to please my beloved parents. I'll add, 'follow mother's advice,' ad-vice,' as an amendment." "AH right, son, we'll follow mother's advice this year. The whole family will quit complaining. How's that, I mother?" j And mother laughed. "Have some I more coffee?" ((c 1925, Western Newspaper Un ion. ) |