The Washington times., 1919-11-08

I Tow often do you see a wom-
an 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 shops. at lee
lures, at concerts, at plays, in their
own homes. And nine out OF every
ten with that tense, careworn, dis
satisfied expression.
This driven" look is not a Pc
culfarity of city dwellers alone.
II can be noticed on the faces OF
women in the small towns, and
even in the country. You look at
them, and they all seem the en-
bodiments OF 'slife's itful fever"
you talk to them. and the eternal
rush and scurry OF life as IL is
lived seems to express itself in
their conversation.
And for what are they all rush
ing 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 responsible
ties are under what is to them
the urgent necessity of keeping up
with a great variety of different
activities. They dart from one to
another as IL they feared that
something might get away from
them
i heard a woman say the other
day: II am SO busy doing all the
things I ought TO do that 1 never
have a chance to do the things /
like to do. I have to look after
the comfort and happiness OF too
many different people to think OF
myself, and I'm usually so tagged
that l wouldn't be able to enjoy a
good time IL it came my way"
She failed to realize that you
can't put other people at ease un-
less you are at ease yourself, and
that/you cannot create an atmos-
phere of happiness unless you your
self 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 consid-
cred the perfect division of a per-
feet day. But the result is a three
sided thing, not a square.
wouldn't a more satisfactory di-
vision of ones day include proper
hours for work. for play, for sleep
and also for what one-lacking a
more comprehensive word-might
call rest?
When you work your mind is con-
centrated on that work. When you
play your faculties are absorbed in
that. When you sleep you are dead
to the world. But every human be-
ing needs those moments, when the
tense mind may become unconcen-
trated or we can completely relax
and be as a leaf floating idly. in
differently, on the currents OF life,
when we can take a moment to
read or repeat to ourselves some
lovely words, as. for instance,
Wordsworths-
The world 'is too much with us. late
Getting and spending, we lay waste
our powers;
Little we see In Nature that is ours:
We have given our hearts away, a sordii
boon!
This sea that bares her bosom to the
moon,
The winds that will be bowling at all
hours
And are up-gathr'd now like sleeping
flowers
For this. for everything. we are out CT
tune:
1t moves US not--Great God! I'd rather
be
A Pagan sucked in a creed 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 a study "f
nervous arrangements tell us that
no one breaks down from over
work. The breakdowns occur from
a lack of harmonious adjustment
to the work. II we love the thing
we are doing II becomes play 70
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