Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1900-04-21

Mud pies
Hos long since you've made any2 DO
you remember? / do
My last mud pies were made In a lit
Gle Illinois village just after freshet
had turned a harmless ditch into d nag
Ing torrent which swept an the village
beehIves down the wild water
I had never seen any living water
then, and for many years that spring
freshet was 90 me a wild memory of
adventure. just TO think OF which could
blazon a streak Of scarlet across the
grayest sky
We went sailing in a bath tub, my
small brother and l. a tin bath tub,
coilln-shapsd, aud painted a dazzling
green
My brother stood In the broad end
Of he green tIn coffin with bis little
petticoats standing out sun IN the
March wind. and s,eered.
! took my station On the bow and
padded
Oh. the wild joy Of that dellrlous mo.
men'
The rushing waters eddled muddy
under our green tin colin "a meadow
larl on a tW.g near by burst into "A
symphony of song The frogs which
had arrived in drOves with the freshet.
called TO us Ike the voice of some
siren.
An here at last Is lie ana JOY and
freedom.
Just one brief moment OF t.
Ny brothers attention was distracted
by frantic shrek from the house. He
lost bis balance the coffin carecned.
turned on its side and sank.
Unhappy hour
We staii To- the house for some time
after that
MY brother escaped with a temporary
punishment, not So T.
/ paid Tor my brief hour Of thrilling
adventure with exceeding bitterness.
you are old enough TO know better"
said those 100 authority. Dragging a
mere baby into such mischief Aren't
you ever going 90 grow up2 This b. the
last straw From this moment out YOU
VIII have % reform. 40 more Wadiug,
no more tree climbing No more mud
pies. When you play play going calling
or something else neat and respectable"
After that only in my dreams did
ever behold again a proud row OF pies
smiling at me from the top rail OF a
friendly fence corner
NV mud pie days were oyer-for then.
Mores the pity.
Weren't they happy days!
] left them behind mc long ago, but
this oll world can never whirl so fast
that ] shall forget the sun baking down
20 feel OF the fresh dirt In my hands.
the smell OF the growing things and
the sense Of being a part of the good Old
earth
found them again, mud pie days
I looked long and earnestly, and now
] have found them
So have you. u YOU are wise.
or course our mud pies may not be
alike yours and mine. Your MAY be OF
sand mine may boz W earth Some are
brown some are black. some shrIyel i'm
the sun. Some grow round and p0rtly
with the breath of the warmth upon
them. but hey are the same On each
one Of us An our little heetne. foolish,
no-account, delicious pleasures-the
pleasures that make life worth living
What are they9
The big things OF lfe2 The elaborate
ahairs We plan out and work and save
and scheme f0r2
No. The big dinner with the formal
guests formally hdden is wen enough
In It's way. one must have one once IN
while jdst by way of contrast.
But tell me-now, let's be honest for
once
Do you really enjoy that sort Of thing?
What's the best dinner you ever ate In
your life?
III tell you mine.
/ ate it In The mountains Ny table
was a rock my plate was made OF wood.
and there was q slice o. bacon and a
rather smoky boiled potato for dinner.
and the sauce was appetite. and fresh
dir and q light heart and the delicious
Joy Of the unexpected
WHAT'S the iolliest evening you've
spent this year? Was it the evening
when You went iu obedience 20 a formal
invitation? Was it the time you wore
an your best clothes and put on your
best smile? Was GO the evening when
there was music and flowers and smart
frocks? or was 10 some little yagrant
hour on so snatched from the cares OF
the day and spent with a friend or two
you love and who love yuu2
People who know how 90 I've count
upon The simple pleasures Of NE as the
only real pleasure no Co.
The letter from a friend the one you
thought had forgotten You The nice
thing som one says o. you un expected
y, friendly glance you meet from the
eye OF a comparative stranger
How these small things warm the cold
heart OF The day for any Of US.
The big things of l.fa-h0w little they
amount 90. after AN. The big troubles
anyone can meet and face them The
little troubles the small make-shfts
the trivial aunOy8ucgs. they are the
httle foxes that gnaW the Vim " peace.
IL Is 500 with little pleasures Count up-
on anything TOO much and &c win cs-
cape You every time What "a bore that
outing party sou formed with so much
pains turns out 90 De- How stupid the
average yachting trip can Doe. Only
che misguided few who have been lured
into one can even imagine.
Weren't you glad Co get home from
the last pleasure eyartun you took at
such am expense 90 time and money. but
The little picnic the jolly sail Of an hour
or so. the flying trip thought of at the
iast minute what fun they We're. What
q new store OF enthusiasm and Joy OF
diving you brought back with you then.
Give me the mud pies of life the
little mean-n0thIng pleasures and you
may have an the elaborate fete days
you want.
III none Of them.
That's one great fault Of the Ameri-
can as a type. We don't make mud
pies enough We're better than we
used TO be.
The old-fashloned Americans one
idea or life was work awhile and rest
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