The Glenwood post., 1916-11-18
THE GREATEST DISPENSER
OF HAPPINESS
Who or What is it?

the honor-But we know him of old
and are not deceived believe the
women of Glenwood have a cinch on
him and he has to be good.
| Through the mind, like pleasing
pageant passes hasty vision of these
"dispensers. There they come, ol
as the world, most of them, but born
anew with each generation. In the
lead is baby form, holding the world S
happiness in tow as with cable of steel.
| Recently two men met on the street
and one congratulated the other on thu
arrival of his first baby, saying, "noth-
ing brightens a home like the presence
of baby eyes" replied the young
father, Every true the gas has never
been turned off in our house since the
boy arrived"
Following close to the baby, is the
Hmother,' with her ever full and
wide open cookie jar, and "rag
tsave the mark) to tie up the skinned
places, and needle-not the sterilizcd
kind, bar the thought, but the good old
fashioned needle - which infallibly
found and removed the splinters.
The Mother; at night to carry one
up the dark stairs, "where bear is
so likely to follow one."
Bears-the unfailing "bugbear' of
Childhood little girl was standing
by the window and suddenly exclaimed,
"Mamma there is bear in the yard'
Her mother looked and said "no Caro-.
line it is a dog" But emo mother it
is bear "now Caroline you have
told falsehood and must go up stairs
and ask God to forgive you.' So she
went up and pretty soon returned. Her
mother asked, chow do you feel now,
and what did God say to you?' "Ob,
God said it didn't make a bit of diff
ference, he thought it was a bear him.
self at first''
Is "joy'' our ideal of happiness? !?
Then think of spring there is the old
plow horse, making the ground ready
to produce peas and beans and pump
kins, apples and grain, and when
golden haze fills the air with signs of
autumn. see the kind old horse plol
ding up and down the lane with urchins
on his back, unheeding the dig of tiny
heels in his lank and bony sides.
This is perhaps too slow for the
twentieth century folks. We listen for
the railroad train coming with sound
of mighty thunder, dispensing mary
gifts. Tt takes us through many lands
and we visit many peoples. 1t brings
us our friends with trunks and suit
cases galore-letters from the absent
papers with news from afar, coal from
the mines ard gasoline for the car.
| Next is the telegraph, so soon, so
quick it tells us all there is abroad.
the telephone, we hear the voice Of
friends, it runs our errands, and brings
us messages.
The pictures glide hastily by and
we RilIhpse dhiohs tHe hitos, .he ii'eie
brown church in the vale,'' "the good
old school house, Gas shown by Profess
sor Sargent last night) "The univer-
sity where you imbibed all the knowl
edge of the universe.
The soft pedal is on, and misic puts
in plea. The Victrola sits in majesty
on high pedestal and gives us the
voice of "Melba" Caruso' John
Mccormack the classical German melo-
dies and our own national production.
"you gotta quit kickin' my dog
around.'
Surely then, Thomas Edison with the
priceless gifts he has bestowed upon
us is the greatest dispenser. But, is
he swift enough to suit our gray hairs z
Perhaps a truer ideal of happiness is
encompassed in unlimited and untram-
meled "speed." Then see the automo.
bile. It goes in where angels fear to
tread, only one, the Angel Of Death,
and him the Ford escapes, just gives a
chug, chug, and slips under his old
scythe unscathed.
All! the Ford, If mirth be our sym
Dol Of happiness, Henry Ford will poll
the whole vote of the Democrats, Re.
publicans, Greenbackers and Prohibi-
tionists, as the greatest dispenser.
Because II you haven't Dan Patch
racer at your command, you can, Ne
oil can ''anord = Ford TO afford Us
happiness." We have struck the key