The San Francisco call., 1913-09-06
How to Improve
LOneSOr1eneSS
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BY BEATRICE FAERFAA
So you're lonesome. and you want
friends and you don't know how to
make them?
Wen, start in being a friend TO
somebody-that's a good way.
You aren't the only lonesome one in
the whole great. big lonesome city
where you live.
That girl across the hall in the
boarding house is just as lonesome as
you are. Didn't you notice how red
her eyes were this morning when she
pretended to be drinking her coffee2
Crying all night, probably, because
she didn't get letter from home.
Haven't you noticed what pretty
clothes she wears? Her mother made
those clothes, and every stitch sewed
a world of love into the dull, hfeless
cloth It's hard to be away from such
a mother for the first time. And she's
bashful. too. that girl is. No. it isn't
naughty she is. it's timid.
She's from a village down state,
where she knew every cat and dog in
town, and she's so afraid she'll do
something country or green that
she doesn't dare to whisper.
Help her out, pass her the butter
and smile when you do it. It won't
hurt you a bit.
What if she doesn't smile back
so much worse for her-but she will
and it won't be long till you've got
a friend-some one to care whether
you're too tired for a little walk
these pleasant evenings or not. some
one to talk to, some one to tell when
the floor walker is cross. or the girl
at the next counter acts as If she
thought you didn't know much.
You can't live alone. No healthy
normal being can, and stay healthy
and normal-doa't try it.
Make friends, make friends-but be
careful what sort of friends you
make.
Don't think. "oh, well. they
wouldn't have done this at home, but
it's all right here" and get in with
a lot of silly. street racing, giggling
girls. A goose is a goose whether
she lives in Canajoharie or New York.
a fbbing, mischief making deceitful
girl will do you as much harm here
in the big city as she would at
home-more, for every one knows
you there, and she couldn't make
much headway against your friends.
A vain creature who puts every
dollar she makes into clothes is just
as empty headed here in Chicago as
she was when she left West New
ton to come and set the town afire
with what she thought was her glo-
..rious beauty. Rather. like Cleopatra.
she thought she was-the tenor in
the village choir told her SO once,
when she was in a tableau for the
benefit of the food sufferers-and
she's been languishng for conquests
ever since.
Poor thing, if she's lucky. she'll
marry some good. honest man and
cook his dinners for him the rest Of
her life and be thankful there's q
dinner to cook.
Beaux? Why, of course, you ought
to have a beau. A. girl isn't girl
without beau. But don't pick up
any kind of creature that will smile
at you, just because you're lonely.
You'll wish you'd lived hermit's life
forever, If you do that. Don't be in
too great a hurry. Wait bit-wait
a bit That's what the little clock
that alarms you in time for the days
work keeps saying, grille. don't you
hear it?-"wait bit wait a Bit
the little clock is sensible; she knows,
she knows.
Life may be short. but there's time
enough for everything that happens
in it. Wait bit, wait a bit. for that
beau-and look about a bit. look
about bit for that friend. In six
months you wouldn't know how to
spell lonesome" If the teacher asked
you to-see If you do.