Norwich bulletin., 1910-02-26
THE MAN WHO TALKS

We hear a great many problems stated and note that many of the solved, but the most important do not get solved. There is one problem we all ought to be interested in and it is this: s'Where are you going and what are you going to do when you get thereT The composer of the song, .1 don't know where I'm going, but I'm on n- way" apparently gave this problem up It is not so difficult to have a progressive purpose and to fancy creditable achievements: but too many yield to pleasures" which are demoralizing and to downhill ways because it is easy and pleasant to slide. not minding whether there is a swamp or 8 precipice at the bottom Where are you going? and what are you going to do when you get there ?
 cannot tell why sGoodness is so curbed in this world and meanness given free rein. The ges3d man is so frequently taken for an easy mark, perhaps that is the reason But it should be borne in mind that it is bet ter to be done five times by an inn postor than to once do an injustice to deserving person. There was time when piety and the heart were not times there is so much hear that harm may be done to a fellow man by be- ing good to him that those who prefer to be Stingy take hold of the defence
 
 swindier will work a gold brick-it means so much to them- Everybody is to blame who does not get on in the world, of course There is authority for the statement that poverty is eter- nal and that makes it look as if it was a part of the divine plan. Who said: Feed my lambs? Nothing said about their being deserving. Feed my lambs.
 A smile and a snnirk often get into company upon the same face, but they never look well together. Together they look like Beau Brummel and a ragamuffin trying to be comrades. The combination by some has been defined as a kind of a sickly smile as dis tinct from the radiant spreading smile; and be it said few women are as good as the smile that glows. AS an expression of disdain the smirk is popular with some people. but it is oftener unwisely than wisely used. r. is a bleElish to a pretty face-a dis credit to a professedly polite re-son- Heaven knows there is no place where it could be less fitting. Better cu.ti- vate wart on the nose than a Sniirk on the face, for it is much less of a disfgurement.
 On the trolley am struck by the politeness of the old men as compared with that of the youth of the present 8enerat1On. II an luurn or aSeQ ld0y or a young woman with an infant en- ters trolley car it is not unusual to see some man on the shady side of sixty rise and offer them seat while youth and middle age glare out of the car window. I confess l like to see this tender grace for others which en- dures in the sunset of life, as well as like to see the young woman show that difference for years which prompts her to decline a seat when an old man 7-fS fO for one another, though we be stran- gers, is a mark of good breeding and of good heart, but it is becoming all too uncommon
 The late snow has led the bluejays to seek food in the backyards of su- burban residences. He would rather lunch on free suet than to follow the plan of hunting grubs The jay is a pretty bird, and would be in popular favor if he was not as noisy as a crow. How he developed his yawp is domesticated and his cage manners are cute. He has many a trick, and will learn his name as readily as a dog, and like the parrot has ability to say words. He has fancy for strictly fresh laid eggs and is very particular about selecting luis own eggs.
 The reason Dickens characters can not die is because they are so natural ly drawn that they live on forever. The chime sare old and Dickens has been Ion g since dead, but Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile, is still in society, as Mrs. Higden, the dodgerest of all the dodgers" is still known. That twenti- qa1ck or he'll do you," graces the Christmas Carol in this form: Heres the rule for bargains: Do other men for they would do you. That's the true n@-- e~,o T~ genius to give it a twentieth century setting. Dickens discovered that this is "a world of gammon and spinnage," ," and that If there were no bad people that it was possible ito be in the com pany of several old ladies, of both SexeS-" The world owes much to Dick ems.
 ] like these mild mornings in Febru- ary which are so spring like to the senses, when you hear the bluebirds waroiing, see the pussy willows swell ing and the haze-purple haze-in the offing and know that the day is not far distant when you will look toward the swamp and see the willow sprays vel lowing into good whistle stock. as they do just before the buds burst and they send forth their leaves. This is what constitutes the call of the wild to those who love nature, who find pleasure in roaming the pastures and the woods. There Is something III the changing sward which is to bear the violets. the changing atmosphere which is to c1othe the trees with verdure and prepare a welcome for singing birds which thrills one'S whole being with delight. There is no curiosity shop like the laboratory of nature which brings out so orderly the vfolets and the butterflies the blos- sorns and the bees. The miracles of spring are close at hand once more-
 The women say that the man who has no bad habits but Is hard to live with is the limit; and I guess he is. The man who wobbies when he is full of liquor and the man whose safety valve lets out profanity when he is in high temper are men of bad habits-in the dcings of life they do not expand eyenly-but they have a normal con dition, and. get back to it once in q while. The man of no bad habits, who is hard to live with, usually has a hogs heart, and is as iInmovable as he is inappreciative of q good com paniou 4 widow who had lived her