The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1912-02-27
NO ONE WANTS EVERY DAY TO Be SUNDAY
The First Frequently the Goomiest Day of the Week
When Your Relatives Visit You and You
Sit Around Eating Too Much

, ISN'T announced. You wonder what's
the matter. You talk on and on and on
to Cousin Nathan about the crops and
Grossly say to yourself that madame
might send in Betty to entertain the
married daughter.
At last the family-segregated in
their individual rooms until the last
moment since they don't want to be
tolled of to talk to Cousin Nathan's
wife and married daughter-drop cas-
ually in one by one and express the
most intense pleasure in seeing those
related to them by the ties of conean-
guinity.
You repair to the dining-room and
gorge.
People always eat more on Sunday.
1t kills time and there is a tradition
that the Sunday dinner must be the
elaborate one for the week.
When, truth to tell, that is the par
ticular day in the seven that you need
less and should eat accordingly.
Later you become somnolent.
You hear Cousin Nathan talking
miles away. You are only wakened by
the entrance of Uncle and Aunt Jones,
Cousin William and his wife and Har-
rvs family made up of two sets of
twins.
There is no one you more cordially
detest than Harry. Madame you are
aware loathes Cousin Williams wife.
Uncle Jones and Cousin Nathan, who
haven't spoken for years, Uncle Jones
being a violent Prohibitionist and
Cousin Nathan an unyielding Republi-
can, gaze at their respective boots
glumly:
Conversation languishes.
You glance at the clock and see it
is half past four. You say bad word
under your breath.
You were to meet Tompkins at the
club at four
"Confound these peop1e-why don't
they co."
Suddenly there is sound of revelry
by day merged into yowls and bawl-
ings-Cousin Nathan's married daugh-
tiers offspring has entered into COM
bat with Harry's twins.
The whole house is soon in an up
roar and you take advantage of the
confusion to move the clock on to half
last five.
The truth is Americans have no idea
What disposition to make of leisure
moment.
That is, the average American who
isn't millionaire and has to keep his
nose more or less to the grindstone
The American Sunday, with it's Puri-
tar traditions, is a present-day ano-
naly.
We feel. vaguely, that it is wrong"
to do a number of simple, natural
things.
You will feel guilty, after fashion,
if you go down to- the office on Sunday.
You sneak along and, if there's side
door, go that way. You hope nobody
has seen you. II you think they have
you stop next day and make an apollo
Getic explanation. 1t turns out, after
all. they hadn't noticed you.
II is a day in the average community
given over to family visiting and gen.
eral social penace.
To uncomfortable walks about town,
to unpleasant letter writing and the
making Of obligatory calls on people
you don't care anything about
II you are church-goer, there is the
diversion of attendance upon it's SER
vices. If this can be looked upon as a
diversion Oftener than not it is mere
ly another form of distasteful activity.
Or perfunctory in the discharge of it's
duties.
With what glad acclaim is Sunday
evening welcomed.
How delightedly we partake of the
scrappy supper made up of what's left
from dinner.
How our spirits tighten as the clock
speeds on.
And all because we are almost done
with that gloomy interval known on
the calendar as Sunday"
Sunday could and should be made