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Show i AN EDITORIAL BY FLORENCE DA VIES HAND POWER OR HEART POWER? Hamlet wasn't thinking a thing about Mrs Neighbor when he exclaim ledi "And po conpeience doth make covards of us ail." But the lady nest door might do well to see if she couldn't fit those words to herself, though perhaps not just as Mr. Hamlet meant them For she seems to have a conscience that makes her a coward; at least lt either makes her a coward cr else makes her just a little selfish. Her big. goodxiatured husband' breezed in the other afternoon With his usual, cheery, "Hello, old girl, what's the news? Great day for a bit jof a walk, come on get your hat, let's ! go for a little hike." But the "old girl" only looked In-1 I jured. "I should say not," she replied tart - ly, "a stroll, indeed! I've got to stroll down into the basemen: and finish the ironing." "Dear, noble, self-sacrificing, little woman," you exclaim, "standing, pa-tiently pa-tiently over the Ironing board while husband wants to go out to play iu Just the irresponsible way that big boys have " But that's where you're wrong For ' this same big, good natured chap hap ' pened to make money enough witlv I Which to pay for having all that ironing iron-ing done a dozen times over, ii his wife had only thought so. But no, she read her duly in the! i wash tub and on tho ironing board and had eyes for no other tct m- v i.,-... l.M. V.an.1 Daan't I X U U . DUI U 11V i iiwjuwuu ... . wealthy. But he could easily have! bought enough he lp for his wife to al-, low her a Httle time to waste ou Just: him. But she couldn't see thai. She! thought she was doing her duly, lor, all she was worth when she was furnishing fur-nishing the hand power to run his home, but forgetting nil about fur-; nishlng a little heart power as well For it takes heart power us well as hand power lo run a home. It is perfectly true that Mrs. Neighbor Neigh-bor husband appreciates her faithful-neas faithful-neas and rejoices In his titty house and freshly Ironed p.h'rts. And so no great harm was done, perhaps, by his wife remaining at what she thought to bo her post of dui Hut an Opportunity j was lost. For Mr. Husband, tdill whistling whis-tling good naturedly, took his hat and sauntered down (he street alone. But the thine that Mrs. Neighbor didn't see was that Ii would have been very much worth while to have sauntered With him. Because It is the playtime that puts the shine on the steady durable! iritendship of any two people. It's the play time, lhat takes out the wrinkles .!:ni puis on the gloss, and the. highlight high-light and the shine, which is a lot f more Important to a uleudshlp than It is to a shirt or a handkerchief. She never thought that comradeship; thrives on a little) play and a httlo laughter as well (as on duties shared and burdens borne together. Silly Mrs. Neighbor with her shining house! are her everlasting apron putting a' lot Of useless energy into hand power when what was needed was just a little lit-tle more heart power. |