The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-01-02
Err man "SWears Off" at
New Years, an den Swears
Awful de rest NV Gle year,
kaze he did. Yassum!


and. bring her parents along to ask about
| the best place for young girl to live in
New York, while she's having her voice
cultivated for the "op-pop-popera" stage
| She has no voice to begin with--sad
story to relate-and because you try tc
be truthful and really help her, you beg
| her to let her voice give pleasure to her
own circle of uncriticising friends while
she spends her days preparing herself to
| make living
| What's the use telling her or her fam
| lily, though?
| She left the other day for New York
and now comes back a fiaunty little New
Years greeting post card to tell you She S
going on Saturday evening to hear Signor
Somebody Or Other" with a name like
| Fruit yender sing Carmen"
| whats the USE" you sigh. trying to
| get her to come home?''
What's the use,'' spending another
thought on that matter?
Along comes an old lady that you are
| trying to help find work.
You are Presbyterian enough to know
that she was foreordained by heaven itself
to be a matron in a girls home or in
| some boarding school.
| You've written and practically secured
1 her a place in a thriving school in Vir-
giEia, when the lady comes to tell you
one bright, sunshiny morning, that she's
decided to take up art, and will leave
soon for New YorlS to perfect herself.
| She mentions how the newspaper chron-
| icle while her dear old eyes burn with
anticipation, that photographers make
anywhere from $50 to 500 morning
] 'po sing people.
| You hate to smirch her dream, but she'll
have to learn sooner or later.
| You begin to speak of the disabilities OF
| age and the uncertainty of an artistic
venture in big place like New York
| but she promptly turns reproachful eyes
| on you, and tells you with the license OF
old age that you haven't been keeping ur
with what women are doing and that she
| is going to take up artistic photography
and New York will see her soon.
| She hasn't the money to buy even a .
| by kodak, but you let her CO. too sac
1 in your heart to even be amused at the
absurdity of her dream.
whats the use of retracing them
all?"
When you come to know your worlo
you realize that everybody is pursuing a
dream as vain--your own dream 1t strikes
you with a grim sort of irony-the dream
of helping other people to help them
selves is the vainest one of them all.
whats the use." you say, for tn. day
| has been hard one, and you are toe
tired to try to get it Strengthened out
even in your thoughts, before you droI
off to sleep and forget it.
"What's the use'' of anything?
1 The mood passes as quickly as it came.
4 You wake to another beautiful ross
colored day, the sun shining through YOU
window calling you to work.
Your own dream, the pet private dream
that you keep in a golden cage, is flutter
You can't hardly wait to get back tt
! work on it.
| It's a dream that makes the world seen
worth while place to live n-the sam,
world that yesterday was an ''oh, what.
the use' sort of place.
| With the new day. with the new en-
ergy that the sunshine brings, you know
that dream, hope, work to do, even i
lit Is work that will never come to any
| thing--is the salvation of everybody.
| The girl who wants to sing in ''grant
crera" would today find you a toleran
listener.
| You think how perfectly sweet it is t,
| want to sing instead of aspiring to bea
| the life out of typewriter.
4 The old woman who so absurdly toll
j you. that she would 80 to New York an'
! take up artistic photography. you lool
4 uron with much consideration.
4 she hasn't much left In life any way
4 YOU say. and If she can fll up a fev
4 days with winged dreams. let her do so
n poor thing! .iss
None Of us can do much alone, but tn
grace O. God is still working miracles