The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1913-04-01
EDITORIAL VIEWS.
FAIRIES.
Evansville, Ind, Courier.)

Evansville, Ind, Courier
A member of British society with
long name-something like Anthro-
biological society-which means a So
ciety for the study of primitive man
has written learned paper defending
the so-calleo superstition concerning
fairies. Let's express that little
better. He has written a paper to
prove that there were fairies, once
upon a time But We do not like the
kind of fairies he describes. Listen:
One is forved TO conclude that fair
les as a real people consisted OF a
short, stumpy. swarthy race, which
made its inhabitations underground or
otherwise cunningly concealed. They
were hunters, and probably fishermen.
At any rate they were not tillers of
the soil They ate no bread. Most
likely they had some little domestic
animals and lived mainly on milk and
the produce of the chase, together with
what they got by stealing"
1t doesn't make any difference if he
does belong to the Anthropological So
ciety, or anything else; he's crazy
crazy as March hare. FAIRIES We're
not stumpy or swarthy-which means
dark-and they didn't steal. Fairies
Were-and are-gracefully formed lit
tie blondes, just as plump and cute as
as they can be, and they never stole
anything. They didn't eat bread; OF
course not. They ate dew drops OF
honey, and lived-oh, just anywhere
and came and went by wishing they
We're there.
If there are not so many fairies now
as there used to be, it is our fault. We
have killed them with our doubts. We
have chased them away from the cribs
of our little children by telling these
little children there are no such things
as fairies. For fairies do not like to
be talked about that way, and they
will not come around where folks say
there are no fairies.
But there are. Have you ever stood
by the couch of a little child, and be
held the dimples that played about its
cheeks while it slumbered? Well, that
innocent little babe was then listening
see them with your doubling eyes.
Who tangles the hair of baby's head
if it isn't the fairies?
! Who paints the baby, and dimp.es it.
if it isn't a good fairy grandmother
primping it for fit companion for
her own fairy grandchildren?
OF course there are fairies-plenty
of them, Just as there always have
been fairies, and they are not swarthy
either; nor stumpy-don't forget that
! They hover about the couch of child
hood, and whisper pleasant stories in
the ears of lovers.
They Sit beside the busy business
man and promise him success.
They ride with the warrior, and
show him the weak places in the lines
Of the enemy.
! They live in the fingers of the artist
{ in the brain of the author, in the SOU
of the musician and sculptor.
! They assemble in rSd.nbcrs, clad in
petals from the roses, whenever babe
is born.
They comfort the mother as she
passes through the FdHey OF the sna
dow of death that her child may live
! They accompany the youth upon his
journeys, and abide with the mature
and do not desert the aged
And, when at last we are done witt
this old shell, good fairies take us By
the hand, and lead us across the darl
waters, and sing with us in the glor
ious sunshine of the great beyond
through all eternity.