Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1908-05-08
woMEN's COLUMN.
: Times Thrae-Lore.

one hover ,,..,.
Hush, nightingale, hush. SWEET hisHt
Ingale, wait
Till / listen and near
If a step draweth near,
For my love he is late.
.sTbe skies in the darkness stoop nearer
4 cluster Ind r. Of stars hangs like fruit in the
The fall ali; Of the water comes sweeter, comes
To what art thou listening, and what
dost thou SeeI
LET the star clusters glow,
Yet the sweet waters flow,
And cross quickly to me.
..Yon night moths that hover where honey
FROM 61in Sycamore S blossoms, or settle or
you glow worms shine out, and the path
70 hin him that comes darkling along the
rough steep.
All. my sailor. make haste,
For the time runs 10 waste,
And my love lieth deep
..Too deep for swift telling; and yet, my
one lover.
rye conned thee an answer, 1t waits thee
tonight.
By the Sycamore passed he, and through
Then all the sweet speech had fash
Toned took flight;
But I'll love him more, more
Than e'er wife loved before.
BE the days dark or bright
Jean IngeIow QS2o-lS97)
-o.:.o-
Take Care of Today
If some man could discover and apply
some method of making the world one
great Don't Worry club" he would
confer on humanity the greatest boon
ever given since civilization began. There
* no evil that so grievously afflicts the
race as that of dread of the future, and
worry over its possible fruits. The fact
that this dread is absolutely useless, and
that worry is absolutely non-productive.
but aggravates the evil. AT the open
ing of the new year, when all of us are
more or less inclined to take an account
of stock il is well to take thought of
this useless burden with which we afflict
ourselves, with the possible hope that we
may in part at least, put it aside. 1t is
TOO much to think that load that the
race has carried for all time can be
thrown off easily, but a little thought on
the part of each of us will show that
every one can lay down a part of the
burden. IT we will but realize that to-
day is all time-that yesterday and to-
morrow are both non-existent-it will
not be found impossible to get rid of the
incubus that has hampered humanity for
ages. A good way to make a practical
application of the argument is to give
moments thought to the fact nat yes
teFday we dreaded today, and vet when
it came things went along just as they
had been going. The terror and dread
was of our own creation and existed
only in our own fancy.
Too many of us waste our lives dread
ing and planning to meet things that
never have any material existence. We
carry this to the point of actually rob
bing ourselves and those for whom we
must provide of today, the only part of
time over which we can possibly have
any control. Many father spends toll
some days and sleepless nights planning
a future for his sons. and becomes so
completely absorbed IN that planning
that he robs those sons of the only time
they nave to live-the day that is at
hand. Many mothers devote all their
time to preparing their daughters for the
future to the entire neglect of the pres
ent, the only time in which they can
be of any service to those daughters.
We would not have it thought that we
advise reckless and thoughtless waste of
the days at hand with no care for the days
that are to come, but or what good is all
our forethought and preparation if in plan
ming for the future we put ourselves in
condition of being utterly unable to en-
joy or appreciate that future when it
becomes the present? And worse STILL
and more utterly useless. is the habit of
always pursuing tomorrow, creating a
new tomorrow, full of terrors and breads
and fears with each passing day. The
habit of worrying and fearing what is
10 come makes for all who yield to it an
existence ike unto that of the tabled
Syslphus, who was condemned to ever
continue rolling great rock up hill,
which was always rolling down again.
This useless and foolish rolling of the
rock is what condemns the race to suf-
ferlng and distress. If each man and
each woman of us will make up our
minds to live today, and let the morrow
take care of itself, holding ourselves to
take care of tomorrow when it becomes
today, we will each of us have contrib
uted vastly 10 the benefit of the race and
10 the betterment of the world. 1t is
not hard thing to do if we will but
give few minutes earnest thought to
the subject. Fully one-half the troubles
we are ever preparing to meet never
come upon us except as we suffer them
IN anticipation. Half of our wounds are
imaginary, and the other half are far
less serious than we think they are. The
present is all that Father Time gives
Us, ana the future, no matter with what
iearsome things we people it, will only
De today when the sun in its course
oflngs 1t to us. 1t would be well if each
dnd every one of us could forever keep in
m1lhd the advice of Marcus Aurelius:
Let not the future pc turb you; you
WIN face it, if SO be, with the same rea-
son Which is yours to meet the present"
-O..O~
Inc Day of Small Things.
The trouble with most of us is
lial we are too ambitious In dream
ing ana IN working toward some definite
eoai, from day to day, many oppor
tahItles, small but beautiful, pass us un-
seen. The girl who longs to go out
9hd conquer the world fails to see the
9uties that lie so close to her at home:
Iite most brilliant talker at the large
INNER sits in moody silence at her own
oaoie; the mother who so honestly works
qua plans for her family gives them, in
neT exhaustion after her physical efforts,
my the tired and critical side of her
4 SeI IN daily association. There are few
r@ulan achievements much finer than
h ~ make human beings happy, and this
q po%er' IN large or small degree, lies in
each Of US. The man whose wife is in
& "e q him, and whose children shrink
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