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Show I DR. VANCE'S DAILY ARTICLE , , Tho market is overstocked with gioom it is an article for whit h there ; is never a great demand. Yi t with jliffc already more than supplied we jkeep the gloom shops running over-!lmc over-!lmc The world does not need j our gloom Cremate it. I do not mean that life should be turned into a vaudeville I am not urging that duty be treated us a Joke. ; I am not bidding for n generation of .glgglers or a race of clowns. The exhortation ex-hortation to reduce your gloom to ashes Is not meant to encourage anyone any-one to be flippant or frl ulcus in the presence of life's verltli Humor is a good thin.-- If not overdone over-done , but it can No easily overdone There Is some humor In the Bible, enough to light up eternal themes, but not enough to cheipen them It Is nice to exercise the laughing muscles occasionally, but the thing becomes be-comes painful if unduly prolonged. A s-.me that won't corne off is the ghastly sign of a. wooden-faced professional. Life Is a serious I'UslneSS, not a Joke. Tho deepet moods are not fun-provoking, but thought-provoking I know a preacher who is a scream for three sermons, then "the tumult and tho shouting dies. ' He has crowds for awhile, and they road Witn luughter. then they get bored. He never lasts more than two years in a charge. For I life Is a oerlous business, and religion I was meant not to play in the shallows, but to sound the depths. But one does not need to be solemn in order to be srlous. He does not need to throw off chunks of gloom In .rl. r to certify that he has a heaven-I., heaven-I., i rame of mind. One should live so that life Is a Joy. not a Joy-killer. Joy may show itself in a smile, in roars of laughter, In a prayer of thanksgiving, In a deed of mercy, in an act of forgiveness, in stifling hate ana suspicion l nese nre t lie things v. hlch wage war on gloom They make us happy, so happy that suicide ceases to have, any charms, so happy that wo want other people to e happy, too Of rour-, sad times Come, and when they come, smiles change to tears, but if the sun still shines, evon tears ma; be transfigured and changed into prisms through which hopo casts its bow of promise on the sky-Gloom sky-Gloom has no bow of promise. Why oultlvate a mood that, is without assets? as-sets? Vo sond garbage to tho crematory. crema-tory. Thnt is where gloom belongs |