The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-06-05
WOMEN ENGAGED IN
 KILLING TIME

"If you were queen of pleasure And were king of pain,
 We'd hunt down love together Pluck out his flying feathers
 And teach his feet measure And find his mouth a rein;
 If you were queen of pleasure
 And I were king of pain
 These words were not intended for
 the women who belong to the work
 a-day world whose time has to be ac- counted for by the minutes and pre- 1 cfous hours from morning till night.
 The women of wealth and idIeness are the ones who should profit by these earnest suggestions Many of these so- called fortunate women grow weary
 for the want of having something wor- | thy to do instead of idly folding their hands in their laps, laughing, chatting and attending to their pet poodles for
 want of something better. Women have turned their attention to the
 many changes the pres M t affords, which for the first time in their lives have opened the gates of usefulness and benefit to poor, needy humanity and given them something to make up and think about. It is a boom from heaven for the women who have Iounged and stroIled about idly with the one aim of trying to kill time, tir- ing of perusing this book or playing the piano the latest hit music, end
 ing by having beauty culturists minis ter to their looks, and looking forward to attractive entertainment going. The call for women by her suffering sisters from one part of the city to another
 has aroused new ambition in the list | less, Spurred on many an aiTnless wo- man with an extravaganza of purse and an over-fndu1gence for vanity and l its course. If she awakes on a morn ing that is gray and dark she no long CT yawns for her maid to bring a dain- 1 ty cup of chocolate to her bedside and
 place a fresh bouquet of flowers on her gilt table. She doesn't mind incon- veniences or conjecture how the
 weather is to turn out She hurries l through her breakfast, dons a neat
 walking suit and off she goes with
 new ambition and bright resolve to
 be of some use, some comfort to help
 less dependents whose hands have
 been outstretched to her own. Flow
 CTS abloon in the florists windows seem to nod and to invite her to take them away. She has no use for them, but it dawns in her mind that they
 would certainly brighten the poor in- valids who were obliged to lie in cots
 at hospitals, shut in from the light of
 day. In a jiffy, almost, number of pretty odorous blooms were trans
 planted to the sick room Pain and sleeplessness were forgotten for the time being; the rooms frightened of the unfortunately little feverish hands, cIapped as the t'ohs'' and murrnurs tell from their lips. All of this hap
 piness and delight cost her not much
 more than the trifles she would have expended her money on for momen- tarS qualification or the selfish killing
 of time. Pleasure pales before the heart lifting of others who bless her
 name, watch for her coming and Iis- 1 ten for her footsteps. Women who go 1 in quest of aid to others who are a1-
 most on the verge of giving up their
 fraf1 hold on life are winning for themselves 1aurels. She who is on the
 hunt to kill time should direct herself to the indrmary where the crippled
 children are sheltered. If she could
 but read to them the little story of
 last nights paper causing them to forget for brief half hour their
 dream world and their deso1ate sur
 roundings what a boon her visit would
 among the aged telling them what is
 going on in the outside world of which they were once a part, but now quite forgotten could awaken their hearts
 anew and light the fire of hope in many hearts in which it was thought burned out. Has any one thought that it was criminal to kill time? Let time live and every moment account for some useful deed accomplished. Even a poor woman can give a smile and lifting hand to the woman still poorer than she. Time never rolls l backward. Do not idle it if you would
 be happy.