The Savannah morning news., 1903-12-13

I'm a sense you are perfectly right"
said the doctor. But hang it all, why
should / rejoice In a period that pretty
nearly works me to death? That's
what I complain about. There are
other things in this world. Mr.. Idiot.
than money. and it gals me like time
to find myself working, working. work.
ing like the very old dickens whenever
a holiday comes around. A holiday for
me means nothing but anxiety and
Overwork. There isn't any rest in a
holiday for a man in my position"
You're not alone in that respect"
said the Idiot. Everybody works hard
on holidays trying to have a good time.
Take my case. for instance. When l
have a day off, do lie in bed till mid
day sleeping and snoozing the hours
away, eating breakfast at lunch time,
having lunch at dinner time, and so
on? Not I. nor anybody else. 1 get
UP an hour earlier than usual. Run
off to catch a train at 9, and visit my
old friend Perkins in the country. In
anticipation of my visit, Perkins has
toiled for hours getting up the sort of
day he thinks I'll enjoy-heaven help
him. Arriving at his house at 10, l
am toted off six miles to the golf links
where play a round Of eighteen holes,
whacking a ball over seven miles of
lIOLGIi Vi DIOllluS COuIllIyB veal A1l5
myself out at every stroke. Return to
Perkins house to lunch. After lunch
I take a drive of twenty miles over
bumpy roads, returning in time for five
o'clock tea, tireder than ever, bones
aching and mind a blank. Drink
three quarts of Lipton's latest and
exchange epigrams with smart peo-
pie. At l begin to dress for dinner,
falling asleep between garments. At
concoctions-things mysteriously and
wonderfully made, washed down with
liquid sawdust known as dry cham
payne. At 9. few rubbers of Bridge
Whist with a scientific partner who
talks for the next ten days about why
l played a two spot of clubs, when
the emergency called for a seven of
diamonds, followed by a little supper
of lettuce sandwiches and high-balls,
with a rush at eleVen-twenty for the
eleven-thirty train. Back to town at
midnight. In bed at one-thirty next
morning. Sleepless night. Headache
on waking from sleepless night, and
then to business. 1 work just as hard
as YOU do and for what? A share in
81, 100000, 900? Milky. For a loss of
$7.85 at that COMPOUNDED game of
Bridge. What is the net result? I've
had day off, but it has left me
IlISu6T lHdH ever DGlOIe, 16ThIllS has
had a day off-but Scott, how cross
he is next dav, and Mrs. Perkins
we'll she is nervously exhausted"
And yet you are an advocate of
holidays" said the Doctor.
They're splendid institution"
said the Idiot. But we don't get
the best out of them"
"Some people do" put in Mr.. White
choker There are thousands of sim
pier living folk than yourselves who
gain much from them"
There are" said the Idiot. 1.-THE
story of the poor Irish laborer, who,
at the end of his holiday, in bringing
his wife and children home from an
outing remarked, all tired out and him
self the most wearied that the world
would be very happy if it were not for
its pleasures hit the nail on the head.
He has had his holiday too. But there
isn't much in it for him. He'd rather
be laying bricks or carrying hod."
But what do you prove by all this
talk?" demanded the doctor. "You
have picked me UP and-ah-swatted
me as hard as ever, but in the end it
seems to prove my case, that the in
Ventor of holidays should be hanged.
Nobody enjoys them. They exact la
Dor of one kind or another from all
men, and in some cases they arouse a
positive dissatisfaction. Notably our
own"
That's just the point in their fav-
or said the Idiot. "And that's why 1
like them. They send men back to their
work again with greater liking for
what they have to do. If the holiday
is restful one, the men who have
taken it are the better off. If it inks
them it is because they enjoy working.
In any event. the holiday is a good
thing. If hadn't a day off occasion