The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1891-08-27
THE "BLUES."
what They are-HOw They Creep In
to the Even Tenor Of Every
Persons Life.
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Everybody at one time or another
have had an attack of the blues. No
reference is here intended to the
Winston base ball players. Every
body has had them, though some
never call them by that expressive
name. But 'what's in name ~ The
blues by any other name would come
as oft and stay as long.
The depression now in mind is
quite distinct from what is familiar
ly known as trouble, though some
will be sure to claim that the blues
are only mild case of trouble or
that trouble is an exaggerated form
OF the blues. But the terms are not
synonymous. There are a good
many people who have never had
trouble save the vexations of child
hood, while there is no one who has
passed the bashful period who has
not had the COLOR affiiction. No one
knows whence these visitations came
nor whittier they go, but no one ev-
er mistakes their presence. They
come like the mosquitoes in the
night, but like that pride of New
Jersey, there is no Disgusting the
still small voice. Ere You are
aware 1t steals away your good opin-
ion Of yourself and makes you feel
as if you were personally response
bic for half the ills that flesh is heir
to. You lose interest in your best
friends, and the accepted pleasures
OF the world seem as empty and
as barren as 3 theatre in the morn
ing. The routine of life becomes
vulgar. You feel that yoa will new
er want to earn another dollar nor
sit down to another dinner. You
are sure to prove retrospective under
the spell. If you have ever made a
may be dwarfed by subsequent sue
cesses, at this particular time the
mistake and not the successes de-
mand and get attention. Little
things of no consequence when you
are in your normal condition come
back like gorats of memory to pes
ter and annoy you II you ever
said the wrong thing at critical
moment, you will recall it when you
| are blue though you may have said
it ten years ago. There is often a
strange tendency to enumerate the
children that have been born to peo-
pie who We're once your sweethearts.
II this enumeration makes you blue,
very blue, the chances are that you
have no children of your own to
court.
Along with the other ills of such
an hour comes a mean distrust ol
people aud things. The hopes and
! faiths of yesterday are apt to become
the fears and doubts of the moment
Your dearest friends stand on dan
gerous ground for the time being
There is peculiar irony frequently
| attendant upon the victim. If hi
starts out for a lonely walk, de
pending upon isolation and exercis,
to drive the gloom from his mind h,
| is pretty sure to run across friend
| acquaintance or beggar in troubl,
to whose tale of woe he must listen
If he seeks OBLIVION in work every
thing is at skies and sevens, and il
! short, by the time a man has wres
tied with this sort of thing for hal
a day he is ready to believe in "hoo
docs" and witches. But like measle
and mups the blues must have thei
course. The best remedy is sleep
it saves time and permits you fror
making yourself wearisome or rt
diculous to your friends. General
they are a sort of mental affectatio
fostened to deceive ones self, an
for that reason the less said or mar
ifested to others the better. r,
member your friends have no syn
pathy for your vexations over fine
ing a crumple in your roselsaf.