Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-03-07
Lite's Problems
Are Discussed

How often do you see woman of
middle age whose face is serene and
peaceful, whose eyes are full of laughter
and kindness?
Women. women everywhere; on the
streets, in the shows. at lectures, at
concerts. at plays. in their own homes.
And nine out of every ten with that
tense, careworn, dissatisfied expression.
This "driven" look is not peculiar
ity OF city dwellers alone. 1t can be
noticed on the foces OF women in the
small towns and, even in the country.
You look at them, and they all seem the
embodiments of "life's htful fever.
you talk to them, and the eternal rush
and scurry of life as it il lived seems
to express itself in their conversation.
And for what they are rushing and
scurrying? Some of them will tell you
that they have SO many responsibilities
that every hour Is full of dozens OF
things which must be attended to. The
ones who haven't the responsibility are
under what is to them the urgent
necessity of keeping up with q great
variety of different activities. They
dart from one to another as il they
feared that something might get away
from them.
I,heard q woman say the other day,
81 am so busy doing all the things I
ought to do that 1 never have a chance
to do the things I like to do. I have
to look after the comfort and happiness
of too many different people to think
CT myself, and I'm usually 80 tagged
Ia - iii \
time If it came my way"
She failed to realize that you can't
put other people at ease unless you
are at ease yourself, and that you can
not create an atmosphere of happiness
unless you yourself are happy.
That slicing UP of twenty-four hours
into eight hours for work. eight hours
for play and eight hours for sleep is
usually considered the perfect division
of perfect day. But the result is
three-sided thing, not square.
Wouldn't a more satisfactory division
of ones day include proper hours for
work, for play, for sleep and also for
what one-lacking q more comprehen-
sive word-might call rest?
When you work your mind is con-
centrated in that work. When you
play your faculties are absorbed In
that. When you sleep you are dead to
the world. But every human being
needs those moments; when the tense
mind may become unconcentrated or
the tense muscles unfexed; when we
can completely relax and be as a leaf
floating idly, indifferently on the cur
rents of life, when we can take q mo-
ment TO read or repeat to ourselves
some lovely words, as for instance,
Wordsworth's
1.-THE world is too much with US; late
and soon,
Getting and spending we lay waste
our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours
We have given our hearts away
sordid boon!
This sea that bares her bosom to the
moon,
The winds that will be bowling at all
hours
And are p-gather'd now like sleep
ing flowers,
For. this, for everything. we are out of
tune:
1t moves us not-Grest God Id
rather be
dbdh StlChISu III d CFeSd out
worn
So might I, standing on this pleasant
lea,
Have glimpses that would make me
less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the
sea;
Or hear old, Triton blow his wreathed
horn"
The people who make d study or
nervous arrangements tell us that no
one breaks down from overwork. The
breakdowns occur from a lack ef har-
Inonious adjustment to the work. II
we love the thing we are doing 1t be-
| somes play TO rs, and there is no fret
or friction about it. sub-conscious or
otherwise.
Peoples nerves get on edge bscausa
| there is something within them that is
| at war with their outward activities
and accomplishments.
Every one needs q little pause nov
| and then. change of place, = change
of thought-anything that will take ne
| out of the rut We are in.
Some one--I forget who-haz s.,a
NO price is too great to pay for tbe
mood of inspiration"
And it is the mood OF inspiration that
enables us to go forward with coura 20
| and with joy.