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Show AN EDITORIAL BY FLORENCE DAVIES 1 m REAL MLON.l MI N I i AKFKs "In happy memory of Charles Froh-raan," Froh-raan," what a lovely phrase "In happy memories." That s w hat they are going to put on the memorial which is to stand in beautiful old Mar-low, Mar-low, England. In remembrance or Charles Frohman. who went out on bin last great adventure aboard the Luei-tania. Luei-tania. And. under this the lines from Sappho Sap-pho 'For it is not right thai in a hoiifp where the Muses haunt mourning mourn-ing should dwell. Such things befit us not " What a lovely thing to be said of anyone after he has gone In I appy memory as if tear?, might not fall in the presence of so fine a spirit and su h happy recollections. ne wonders in what soi l of Memory Mem-ory they will hold us, a'lei we have departed on that last great adventure, whether happy or sad. wistful or full I of that contentment born of the rec-collfictlon rec-collfictlon of a life well lived and line-ly line-ly left. Marble cutters chisel away all day at blocks of granite or stone, which we call monuments to the dead; but stom-cutteri stom-cutteri make no monuiiu n; s. . n'.y markers to tell the names of those wh-o have gone, with some fatuous words cf uniisuaity artlhcfei remembrance. remem-brance. I The real monuments we build our- I selves as we laboriously add ston-.- to stone to that pyramid., grear or small, that we build with our lives. Tho ihohuuients we build are as dii- ifereut as the lives we live. Somi are j monuments oi money, i Eh era "i gooil-ne:j, gooil-ne:j, still others of learning or ! achievement or bravery. Shakespeare's monument could hardly be called that ugly theatre built in his memor In the little English town where he wa born, nor even tho historic slab that j marks his last resting place in the Utile Ut-ile church at Stratford. Hamlet and I Lear and the lovely ilosalind nr.. in j truth his monuments, just as some day hPeter Fan will bo ihe real memorial jto Barry and the sky lark still sings in memory of Shells .M.-morie3 are the true , mernor-iais and we fashion them ourselves from day bo day and week to week; fashion them sometimes out of great deeds, but more often out nf trifles, gestures, a smile, a word, a kindly attitude of mind. These are thernemorSais which can't be bought nt the florist's or Chlsled out of marble. They are wrought with tour own hands in the present, to be laid Up against the toll that the future takes of us after we have gone, i It all depends upon the way we smile back at life today, as tp w hether tomorrow the words shall be. "In happy hap-py memory" of you or me, or whether wheth-er only regrets shall mark our pass-I pass-I ing. |