The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-08-04
FAv0RITEs OF THE HOUR.

\ nAno wilt ths-A leave me thYsf N I've given thee my heart
 Never to depart
 f And wilt thou leave me thus? { Say nay, pray thee-say me nay" It is always the song that creates ' the greatest furore that soonest is ! kang out of popularity and shelved. | It is always the beauty who is the \ toast of the town today, who is for- gotten for a newer favorite on the morrow. In the pen mell rush for fame. fortune, and love, hundreds fall \ exhausted and vanQuished where the meagre few reach the goal of their | ambitions.
 The great singer Is prodigal in the use of her God-siven voice, over which a the world raves today, only to, find that 1t has grown dumb over night The great artists of the stage, at whose shrine the world bows today, like all darlings of genius, have short, meteordc careers, and join in their turn the silent procession that passes through the gates of obScurity to be heard from seldom or never again. Why should not these butterflies of an hour lit about happily in the sun- shine. for all Goo soon their sun crosses the meridian. and glides d- lently swiftly toward the night and darkness. What favorite of the hour can be made to realize that success is fieetiug? No one is so necessary in any field of endeavor in this world that her or his plaoe cannot be filled without either notice. or preparation. Wy one who has pressed close behind, who can dll the place as we'll is not 1<o 4<<~~ l. davorite of the hour.
 It ia not cruel that this should be so,-dt ia only just and natural. As the morrow brings new sunlight, the spring new flowers, moro beautiful
 and as fragrant as any that have < blooned before. why should the rose
 on last years bush be mourned for -its 1CsS regretted or even remember ' ed? It lived its life, delighted its
 worDhippers for span, and that was
 all 1t was created to do. The flirt
 and coQuette reigns her brief season.
 encourag1nG. then vexing, the heart of man. only to be forgotten when the girl he Is to make hiS wife comes up- on the scene. And the vampires, the women who lure hearts to their un- doing. hold sway only while the spell VA x<-k,<S< A4ess4O44 Ao oPVAA tAASA vASbA4AAS, such attractions are the soonest to lose their power and hold, and the { var1pire's brief day is over; she must find new hearts to feed upon as she Hpasaes swiftly on toward middle life, then old age. poverty. and suffering. z Each and all the favorites of the hour: bave their little triumphs, and then they must learn their little lesson. that {. .euccsss il not meant to last a life- time. One must be content if a slice Aiof the delicious cake falls into the eager hand stretched out to grasp the 'ssWhole loaf If he can. One should be {. kraitfied, nay thankful, if ever so } smali a ray of sunshine of success fall upon her path, Illuminating it for d little way. Nothing lasts for ali lime. Youth fades. the most ardent love mellows into it's counterpart, cons stant friendship. as the years roll by. even if life cannot be counted upon < to stay with us indefinitely. Be con
 tent to De, the happy favorite of the
 hour, glad that even small measure of joy has fallen to your lot.