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Show I AN EDITORIAL BY FLORENCE DAVIES 4- LET'S WATCH THE "BUCKLES." You would never think that the vo- man there on the corner was told by j her doctor three years no that tu-I tu-I berculosla would carry her off unless j she kept out-of-uoors and found i something to take her mind off her troubles She Is stout, rosy, determined-looking, and her voice as she rails 'Morning Telegraph' does not indicate any luck of lung power Selling papers lias kept her In the I sun and wind, sometimes even in the I rain and given her so many new j things to think about watching tho dally stream of life at her busy cor-i cor-i ner that she has forgotten how wor-I wor-I rled .she used to be over her cough and her thin arms nnd colorless face Besides all that, they say that she! is making a very comfortable living for herself and her small son. So little lit-tle that two cents one hands out for a newspaper, but w hen dozens, scores, hundreds of men and women atop every day to buy one. the "mony a mickle makes a muckle" as the old .Scotch proverb ns. Just as the Woolwdrtb building, liftintr white shaft against the blue sky of New York to tho wonder and admiration of beholders from all over the world, ' was built out of fSve-and-tcn-eent ; sales, so. on a small scale, the rosy , "woman newsboy" la gathering dollars together for the fairy palace which she plans to rear for little Tom's or-CUpatlon or-CUpatlon and hrr own Education and pood things to wear and eat. and pleasant things of all sorts, are to be found inside that palace, taking shape i in Mrs Newsboy's Imagination. All on two-cent sales except on Saturday nlphts when the Sunday editions ari. out and dimes come pourlnr in. It makes one wotodcr what might not be brought to pass If all the "mlckles" were looked after and 'made Info "muckles." Th" odds and icnds of perfectly good food that' I would feed a starving nation If thev could be brought lop-ether and properly prop-erly used The fraction of hours that go to waste while we sit in the "dark-I "dark-I room" of our minds, as someone has I o.iiu uimi ui'i-iuj memory pictures of mistakes we have made or prophOtli films of unpleasant scenes ahead of us. Minutes wasted In idle cossip. or inane chatter about nothing In particular. partic-ular. More time thrown away on chejm fiction, tawdiy plays "silent" or 'spoken." Wasted strength and vitality, a little lit-tle here, where w do things that were better left undone, only we want to prove our point or wear the martyr halo; a little there, where false economy econ-omy beckons :a bit now when we eat that rich salad or dessert that we know we shouldn't touch; another bit when we neglect the over-str lined lin-ed ie or the grumbling tooth that should have attention. Truly, the little lit-tle things make or mar In this world of ours. |