Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-23

the use OF yacht like this, II you re
going to carry your business on board!
Where's the fun?"
"Fun!" Corbin retorted. "You call
this fun? This is the finest yacht afoat,
Maria, and you and can never want for
doesn't mean fun necessarily. Why,
back in Keokuk we used to have more
fun in a minute than we could find in a
year of cruising!"
His wife did not reply; but she looked
out over the water IN rather wlstful
way, as if she was wondering what some
of her old friends would say if they could
see her now Somewhat portly for a
white sailor suit, thought; but her new
auburn hair at ten dollars a treatment
ought certainly to impress them.
There never will be anything to touch
those buggy rides" Corbin continued,
and / felt that the conversation was be-
coming too intimate for Brown and me.
But our rich friends did not seem to
care why, that old gray horse we
used to get from Jones' livery was worth
million yachts! Do you remember the
day we got on that old abandoned race
track and drove around it a dozen times
before we found we were off the main
road?"
Mrs Corbin sighed, and tear made a
tiny furrow down her powdered cheek:
Il was too busy proposing to think of
the road" Corbin continued, as he reached
over to give his wife's fat hand a gentle
pat. mo, gentlemen, that's what l call
fun, and say, after this furry is over Mrs.
Corbin and l are going back to Keokuk
and hire hacki"
Don't Know When We Have Fun
T SAID nothing; but my mind was busy
until long after l had reached home
that night. NV search had promised SO
we'll ali day. l had been offered adj
vantages for study that never could have
come to the Schmalzes or the engaged
couple. l had gone rapidly from the
carryall to the trolley, and from the auto
mobile to the yacht; and then, just as l
thought my search was ended, L was
brought up with a round turn, and, as it
we're, referred back to the carryall. So l
say that l throw up my hands and cry
for help. l had seen various types of
happiness, and each one had seemed so
complete; yet upon investigation l found
that something had marred the complete
ness of all of them. What was that some
thing,-jealousy ambition, or what?
The Schmalzes were perfectly happy
until they saw trolley after trolley pass
CIlcu OIC llOI sc. liz SiiSoSNo NOoPAS
were in the seventh heaven of bliss until
the automobile went by. And Brown
had felt the exhilaration of his machine
until he thought of Corbin's yacht. And
the Corbins, well, l refuse to begin
again. For the third time cry for help.
l have solved no problem; but l have
drawn some conclusions from my ex-
perienceS.
One is that the chief difficulty with us
Americans is that we never know when
we are having good time. Often we are
quite sure we are having bad time, and
groan accordingly; but how many times
do we stop and think of the fun we are
having, and then thank God accordingly?
We make frightful fuss when Our shoes
pinch; but are we ever correspondingly
thankful when they do not?
How often do we check our own laugh
ter to wonder what our neighbor is laugh
ing at?
We walk along any crowded sidewalk.
We are jostled and tumbled about con-
stantly People bump into us, and we
tread on their heels. Our patience is
almost exhausted Then we look across
the street The other sidewalk is COM
paratively empty; there is plenty of
room and we cross over What has