The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-08-09
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IBiIl Nye. in Denver Opinion.

lBiIl Nye, in Denver opinion.l
 The modern stage, the modern press and the modem pulpit have demonstrated that 1t is not wicked to smile. This is . grand stride toward the emancipation oi man from the shackIes Of bogus gravity and the thraldom of bilious hypocrisy. am proud to know that h my oun native land it is not considered hippant and | giddy to smile, and that men are actually obtaining sn honest livelihood by assist- ing nature. For long time the battle betveen the comedian and the lunatic asylum was an unequal one, but in later years, the former seems to be in the as- cendancy. And yet there are those who sill yearn for the asylum.
 There are many vanities of the genus smile There's the smile that is childlike and bland, the cultivated smile, and the plebeian smile that nipples forth like the first joyous laugh of the boiler factory, and that spreads out with a gurgle that closes the eyes, troes out the wisdom teeth and then shows roguish dimple in the tonsils.
 There might be enumerated, also, the classical smile, the subdued smile, the parior smile, the sacred smile, the beiore- election smile, the after-e3ection smile and the smile that you get two for quar- ter, called the twolor smile.
 Then we have the stage smile and the portrait smile. ltmight be well to digress here and refer to the portrait smile more in detail. Kind, genial and wealth. pampered reader, as you sit in your gaudy but still rich and voluptuous apartments this beautiful morning, with your feet on the piano, did yeu ever stop to consider the smile that looks ont at you from the portrait of one you might otherwise love Do refresh your memory? Do you call to mind the genial smirk which is, in fact, the thin silk overskir of joy covering the silicia sham of a nameless voc! Do you happen to have about your house the photograph of friend whose petrifed gaiety fills your eyes with briny weep.
 Joy is something that we cannot seize ruthlessly and lead it into the phcto. graphers laboratory by the ear. I've tried that l always leave my umbrella and my hope behind when go into the photographers gilded he'll can laugh while the dentist pulls out my sound teeth and plugs the poor ones, and can even be gay while nature and the cucum- Der of commerce are engaged in mortal combat, but can not affect a joy that do not feel while the cast-iron hat rack of the artist leans against my love of home, and the artist bids me look at a place on the wall that is freckled with iodine.
 People who will look a. my portait in the Vatican at Rome, New York, will mo- ticc that it has this pained expression and a wild, hunted look, as though 1 had dodged into the photographers to evade a creditor or a long-suffering and relent- less vigilance committee but those who think so are in error. 1 do not call to mind photograph that ever had taken under those circumstances.
 l am positive that the art of photogra- phy is upon the eve of a grand stride toward perfection. Those who have never seen anything on the eve of a grand stride will ind little of interest iu what am about to say; but the day is not far distant when no sane man will have his photogr aph pulled without the adminis- tration of an anasthefic. Cut this out and sec it l am not right.