Bisbee daily review., 1908-01-19
PHIL LOSOPHY OF
 BACHELORDOM

Drifting in dire dinconsolate mood, vending his way homeward day by day
 in distraugnt abstraction from the
 scene of his daily duties, the Arizona celebate forms the subject of adverse
 comment among those who are more
 favorably environed. A gentleman flor a O that" he is the subject of
 criticism at the hands d a public
 which does not grasp the full efficien-
 cy of the immortal motto, put your
 self in his place" Deal briefly with
 his faults and his fate. His personal
 bearing is up to par, his attention to
 personal appearance crowds the ay-
 craze. True, his tie does not always
 present that impression of Greek aes-
 theticism suggesting the work of fond fair feminine fingers, but it is clean,
 of the best quality, and vindicates
 the assertion that he did the very best
 he could. At times he betrays the
 fact that the ardent has woed him to the bad, and even greater recklesness
 is occasionally chargeable to his ac-
 count Now, if charged with these transgressions, he would be compelled
 to plead guilty, but even in the courts of justice and equity, one who. under
 the circumstances which, appear on a
 superficial bearing of his cause is ex- pected to plead guilty, is entitled to prove circumstances which are calcu lated to palliate the offense. Now, what can we say for this man in his behalf?
 In the first place, he lives on tie sweat or his brow or the nimbleness of his fingers, or the education which he may have acquired in his youth. He is engaged in a legitimate occupation. After a hard days work, out of which ne draws his only consolation in life, and just at the moment when you look forward to the happy daily meeting with those who form your earthly kingdom, his gravest troubles begin So long as he was busy. he was com paratively happy. Just when he should be in a position to soak up rest and comfort and consolation for his toll, beyond all price. he is faced with a species of cheerless desolation. He repairs to his restaurant or board ing house, tired, hungry and disgust ed. No velvet white fingers to brush his hair back, while a sweet voice re- counts to him the "old, old story" nothing to close his lips upon, season ed with care by the Fingers that roach back his hair, no prattle to impart to him the incidents of the day in the kindergarten class as though it was of the same importance as the report of the secretary of the interior; and after his half seasoned, half cooked meal is over then comes the rub. It is long, so long, till bed time. The night is cold and moonless. He can not walk beneath its tender rays and indulge in sweet reverie. His room is gloomy, fireless and cheerless. He is tired and cannot read by a poor light. His partner has been company all day, he is no company tonight. His soul succumbs to a yearning that can nev- CT be expressed by mortal lip or pen. Where will he go? What will he do? It is a minng camp. There is no spe- cies of entertainment, not even coun- try debating society. He has a few Friends with families among whom he can visit at times on Sundays and on special occasions, but he cannot see them now, as his friend is just as tired as he, and wants his domestic balm all to himself. He turns this way and then that and what is he to do? All he can do is run down the nearest light ne sees in this wilderness of desola- tion, and that is a saloon or some re- sort of even more questionable charac- ter. He enters the saloon, he re- ceives the hearty greetings of score of other poor devils like himself, who are likewise fugitiyes from the blue devils" The bar is lined. Some are singing maudlin songs, some are talk ing incoherently, to anyone who will listen, or to the unoff ending bartender when the customers disappear, the air is rocking with coarse language, pro fanIty, obscenity and smoke, and the