The daily Alaska citizen., 1919-08-16
THE, BUTTERFLY
(Bv Dr. Frank Crane. ]

them on the type that was actually uSed that of the higher mammifers. l should not have made men and women to resemble the great apes, as they do, but on the model of insects, which after a lifetime of caterpillarS change into butterflies and for the brief, final term of their existence have no other thot but to love and be lovely should have set youth at the end of the human span. l should so ar range that in final metamorphosis, man and woman, unfurling glittering wings, should live awhile on dew and desire, and die in raptur- our kiss"
 l second the motion.
 Nothing is so amazing as the utter VaCu- ity of youth. It is so pigeon-headed. It is wholly self-centred, egotistic, positive in its ignorance, impatient of wisdom and without the slightest conception of how to enjoy life.
 On the contrary, the aged know how to enjoy themselves. But it does them no good. They cannot With years and knowledge, with skill and virtuosity in pleasure, comes impotence, and the fates laugh
 Nothing is so pathetic as success.
 In saddened rooms today sit lonely mil lionares; with cindered hearts, masters of opportunities they don't care for. Plenty of Porterhouse steaks and no teeth
 All those hard, bitter years the ful man struggled up He fought we'll he won thin, his legs aChed, desire was gone Phvsi- clans and nurses, not houris, surrounded him
 recently visited a famous author. He had that reputation thousands of young writ CTS aspire to obtain He was broken and solitary. His wife was estranged His chil- dren had grown away He had achieved the prize, but it was ce not palace in Para disc
 Did you ever thn' of the millions of pret- ty girls in the world, with their supple bodies, blooming cheeks, sparkling eyes and hearts full of love? And have you watched them, in your minds eye, slowly fade, dulllng life's edge over the kitchen stove, wearing away life's bloom by the incessant friction of chil- dren and petty household cares, the hair streaking with gray, the face furrOWing with wrinkles?
 ''For 7vl1en yOuh. the dyeam departs,
 4 tokeS SOmethiug from Ow heartS,
 And ne1'er COMeS again.
 IVe behold # e2eyy7vhere
 Or the earth and W the air
 But zee sigh for # ID 1'ain"
 Bear with me, while accuse "this sorry scheme of things entire" Besides, you com plain of the weather. I see you, and raise you; complain of the universe.
 l want to join some sort of union, and strike. 1 feel the urge of Bolshevism. 1 don't rail at the capitalists. I don't want to be John D. I want to be that nine-year-old boy out there playing ball in the street and scream ing with delight. It's all I can do to laugh at good joke He laughs at nothing at all.
 am tired of being an upright ape. I want to be butterfly. One floated into my room just now thru the open window. He had no business here I have That's the trouble. l want to be like him, with no busi- ness anywhere. No business but to wave my wings in the sunshine, and die beautifully, as the day dies in gorgeous twilight as the melody dies in sweet echoes, as smiles die in tender memories.
 Confound the summer time anyhow It gets into the blood.
 It is much to their honor that the wo- men who released men for active service by the clerical work of yeomen in the United States navy yards did so we'll that there is now likelihood that yeowomen will become permanently a part of the navy es- tablishment. The idea has the support of the secretary of the navy, but is meeting with some opposition in the house committee of naval affairs. But there is practical side of the matter that helps the yeowomen, and has been stated by Captain Richard H. Leigh