The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1912-08-15
BY ESTHER GRIFFIN WHITE.

Boiled down, it's all matter of en-
durance.
A retired arctic explorer has been
making some curious remarks support
ing this statement recently.
Not that, of course he knew he was
supporting it.
Unconsciously he, however, helped
some," toward the gayety of newspa-
per life in Richmond, Indiana
This man said it wasn't the cold
that drove this class of adventures
mad
But the continued and undiluted So
ciety of their companions.
That his fellow conspirators in the
near-pole marathon were all good
fellows"
That they didn't lack in intelligence.
Or, indeed versatility, of a sort.
But" says this philosopher, "a man
is like a music box. He has certain
number of tunes and after he's play
ed these over and over again his rep
ertoire's exhausted"
Not exactly in those words but to
that effect.
thermometer at one or two hundred
below zero, the strain is too great.
No human can stand 1t.
So they go mad and eat each others
ears.
Did they really eat each others
ears?" asked Marguerite in her most
ingenue manner.
"Fricaseed EN-" growled the mis-
anthrope.
Not DR.. Cooks" said Marguerite,
because l saw them last summer at
the Chautauqua."
And you'll see them at many an
other of these outdoor vaudevilles,"
said the misanthrope. Doctor Cook'll
last longer than an arctic winter
II don't care. l believe everything
he said!" cried Marguerite. Il shook
hands with him-he's a real nice
man"
Did you buy his book" grinned the
misanthrope.
Yes, l did-and he autographed
|it!"
"Ha! Hal" sardonically chortled
the misanthrope.
yours!' founced Marguerite.
You'd suffer fewer dsappointments
if you did" preachily responded the
misanthrope. Now you see l don't
expect anything. l always look for
the worst. Consequently it's impossi-
BILE to disappoint me. Sometimes I'm
so agreeably surprised that l pretty
near enjoy myself" he grinned again.
"If l saw you really enjoying your
self I'd fall down in a swoon,' said
Marguerite,
mo, you wouldn't" said the nissan
thrope.
"Why, l would, too" expostulated
Marguerite. I'D like to know what'd
prevent met"
II would-Id catch you. And then
maybe-Fd-kiss you!" whispered the
misanthrope darkly.
well, of all the fools!" exclaimed
Marguerite, making for the door.
It's the truth. however, that one of
the agencies toward total depravity,
murder, divorce, sudden death and all
ed companionship.
Although the moralists rise up and
howl when you say it, it's what's the
matter with marriage.
People get tired to death of each
other
| Nothing is SO cloying as the ever
lasting presence of any other one per
son.
variety is the spice of life is an
old, old saying. But one of those
ancient. dog-eared old saws that is
based on a we'll known, but stoutly
denied, truth.
Nobody really wants anything they
can have.
If you could really go down town
and buy a 100000 diamond tiara, you
wouldn't do it.
You'd look in the glass, run your
fingers through your hair, yawn and
say you wish your hair was the color
of Lis.
Nothing in the way of making it
that way, is there?" inquired the mis-
anthrope.
| Nothing is so delightful as uncer-
tainty.
If you were absolutely sure of heav-
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