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Show KEEP ON PLAYING. Play Is Just as neeepsnry to keep s grown man young as a middle n err-1 man from growing old as it u n make a child grow into a man. Wordsworth's Words-worth's lines are as sound phvsio:ov; as good iietry: "Mv he-irt leaps up when I beholo The rainbow In the sky; So was It when my life bcran, So bp it when I am i man, Or let me die." In childhood we plnv recnu-'e w-nre w-nre young; In middle life we a v young because we play, ard if ve iceep It up we shall never know tint we are old until wo are one div suddenly sud-denly dead. Yet the absurd Idea has grown no, nnd Mrs. Grundy has adopted It v. l:h her nr.ual fatuoiiFness, that play is I something undignified In a gTo-vn man and unbecoming In a lady. Ard ihlr, unfortunately, Is one of the tut instances in-stances when- ' thinking makes it -o." After a man has practiced this belief ln tbo n.elessness of exercise for vi( a decade or so, and become ft and pompons and red faced, or prle ;ind s!ok muscled nnd short mlnd?d, then the contortions that he Indulge? in when be decides to unbend and try to play furnish considerable more entertainment enter-tainment to spectators than to iiiji-eelf. iiiji-eelf. Ou'lug Magazine. |