The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-11-27
FOOLS AND SOULS!
BAB OvERFLOWS WITH MERRI-
MENT AND WISDOM.

BAD ONEhrbO"S With MERRI-
MENT AND WISDOM.
Everybody's and Nobody's Opinions
on Everything-A Really Delicious
Tough-Ata Rare Woman's Mercy.
Is Bah q Football Sorts of Fools
Considered-Wss Solomon a Tire
some Old Frump?-Where Bab's
Thsnkfulness Appears.
(Cotsrisht.l
NEW YORK, Nov. 26.-In these DAYS.
when the newspapers are filed with every.
body's and nobody's opinions of
the stats Of the country
everybody's and nobodys opinions
on the republicans and democrats; every
body's and nobody's predictions for the
future. it is perfectly delightful to meet
somebody who didn't even know there had
been an election. tell you, my friends
I felt like hugging the woman who said that
she had been so occupied in read
ing the life OF Darwin that she had no time
to think Of small mattersl Ny respect for
that woman was immense. never had
read Darwin, and never expect to, but I
felt that he had not lived In vain If he could
take one woman out of the hurly-burly so
completely that she could know nothing Of
politics. The way came tomeet her was a
little funny. l adore short stories. l danced
with dehghs when heard that the dearest
of all short stories, "My Disreputable
Friend, Mr.. Reagan" had been dramatized,
and that Sothern, the bright actor, was
30 be that particularly delicious tough.
OF course, the afternoon it was to be
presented 1t rained; however, with
. stormcoat and an umbrella to protect me,
and my own sweet self for company,
went to the theater. l saw Mr.. Reagan
himself without any doubt. heard him
talk just as the toughs do talk, and ! saw
how the man triumphed over the brute
and how, for the sake Of little child, an
ignorant boy gave himself up, to face, per-
haps, the gallows. 1t was a wonderful pic
ture; 1t was what the photographers call
hfe-llke, aud when the cur tain dropped on
"Mr. Reagan" l was thinking TO myself
how few Of us managed to discover the
heart of gold when its outside cover was
one of dirt and ronghness.
HOW THIS WOMAN DID GUsH.
Just then voice beside me said: 'Do you
think that such pictures of low life are ele-
vatingp / very vaguely said l did not
know, and energetioally wiped the tears
from my eyes. From that time on was at
she mercy of the woman next me. She
told me how she divided her day, the hours
she devoted to reading, the books she
thought proper to read; she gave me point
ers on different PLAYS, said she saw l wasn't
In the habit OF going to the theater and ad-
vtsed me, If ever got chance, TO go to see
Georgia Csyvan. thanked her and
the small amount of bravery l
had and said something about the cleo
ton. She looked at me yacantly and asked:
Has there been oneW And / told her |
thought there had. Then she patronized me
to degree that was wonderful. She said
the women If the country were wasting
their time reading newspapers; she also ex-
planned to me the difference between an in
telliGent and aR intellectual person, she told
me how anti-pyrine affected her husband,
and how she never would take morphia.
She condescendingly approved of the thea
ter, and said there lwere people who, not
being able to fill their life with culture,
probably gained something from the stage.
1 never knew woman who talked so
much in my life, and when got home as
sembled my family In a row and asked:
do I LOOK LIKE A FOOL
After q wavering sort of a negative IL was
agreed that l didn't look auy more like one
than usual, and then l asked: "Why did
this woman seize me as her victimT The
masculine part of the family said it was be-
cause was polite and listened-the feminine
thought it was because | was sympathetic
but think 1t was because l was bit of a
fool, and the woman who had read Darwin
recognized this quality in me- There are
so many different kinds of fools, you know.
There is the intellectual fool, who makes
You take knowledge as If it were a dose OF
castor oil until you wish the alphabet had
never been invented. There is the aggres-
sive fool. who walks around with chip on
the shoulder, boiling for a fight. There is
- q I~Ns. S.
will be saved by football aud cricket
There is the political fool, who has just COM
pretended that the people of the United
States will do what they feel like without
consulting him. There is the vain
fool, who believes that because
she looks pretty everybody else ought to be
happy. There is the professional fool, who
believes that outside Of the law, medicine
or the church there are no gentlemen. There
ia the fool with fad, who is convinced that
the only true enjoyment is gotten in way
directed by him. There is the rich fool,
who overrates the value Of money, and who
thinks it can buy wisdom. Then there is
the all-around fool, for whom we all have a
sort Of an affection, because he is so ready
to coincide with our own weakness. Every
blessed one Of us, you know, is bit of
fool. We would be horrible bores il we
Weren't.
WHAT is YOUR SPECIAL FOLLY?
It is that little leaven Of folly that makes
us fond OF each other. l have always had
an idea that Solomon must have been a
tiresome old trump. Fancy being married
TO the wisess man in the world Why, it
would demoralizs any woman; she would
spend all her time trying to make fool of
him. But what's your special folly9 Is it
nice ones Is it one that 10 interesting to
other peoples Just between you and me
will tell you what mine are. Ny own two
special follies that | hug up and love, and
wouldn't part with for anything In the
world. The first is a good novel,
the second Is good play. l was
born with these follies attached to me. l
love them dearly, and can laugh or cry
over either of them as occasion demands
And love my own dear follles 80 much
that pray | may have them always with
me, Sometimes the novel isn't good, some-
Zines the play isn't good. That merely
whets my appetite for the delights when
they do come. You need not think they
don't, Mr.. Cynic, for they do. I saw
good play yesterday afternoon, play writ
ten by man who has given moro delight
to me and catered more to my own special
fOlliAs than In, n