The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1920-08-19
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Psyche
and the
PsAyscraper

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II you are philosopher you can
DO this thing: you can so to tho top
Of q high building. look down upon
your fcllow-men 200 feet below. and
despisc them as insects
From this high view the city ltself
becomes degraded 10 an unlntsliigible
mass OF distorted buildings and Inn
possible perspectives; the revered
>eean Is a duck pond: the earth IL
seif los, golf ball. All the minu-
tiae OF life are gone. The phsioso-
pher Eaxes into the infinite heavens
above him. and allows his soul TO
expand in the influence OF hts new
view. He feels that he is ths heir to
eternity and the child % time.
Space. too, should be his By the right
Of his immortal heritage. and he
thrills at the thought that some day
his kind shall traverse those mys-
oerious aerial roads between planet
and planet. The tiny world beneath
his feet upon which this towering
structure ef steel rests as a speck OF
dust upon n Himaiayan mountain
Il il but one Of a countless number
Of such whiriing atoms. What are
the ambitions. the achievements, the
paltry conquests and loves OF those
restless black insects below compared
with the serene and awful tnmen-
aty Of the universe that lies above
and around their insignificant city,
1t II guaranteed that the phiioso-
.pher win have these thoughts. They
have been expressly complied from
the PHILOSOPHERS OF the world and set
down with the proper Interrogation
point at the end Of them to represent
the invarisble musings OF deep think
ers on high places. And when the
philosopher takes the elevator down
his mind Is broader. his heart Is at
.peace. and his conception OF the cos
nogony of creation Is as wide as the
A0uckie of orion's summer belt
But II your name happened 10 be
Daisy. and you worked In an Eighth
avenue candy store and lived In a
little cold hall bedroom. five feet BY
eight. and earned six dollars per
week. and ate i0-cent lunches and
were 10 years old. and got up at $40
and worked TIL .. and never had
studied philosophy. maybe things
wouldn't look that way TO you from
the top Of skyscraper.
Two sighed for the hand Of Daisy.
the unphilosophical. One was Joe.
who kept the smallest store in New
York II was about the size OF a
toolbox OF the ID. p. W.. and was
stuck like swallows nest against a
corner Of a downtown skyscraper.
It's stock consisted Of fruit. candies.
newspapers. song books. cigarettes,
and lemonade in season. When stern
winter shook his CONCEALED locks and
Joe had to move himself and the
fruit inside. there was exactly room
In the store for the proprietor. his
wares, a stove the size CT vinegar
crAet. and one customer.
Joe was not of the nation that
hosps US forever in a furore with
fugues and fruit He was "A capable
American youth who was laying by
money. and wanted Daisy to help
him spend IT, Three times he had
asked her.
II got money saved up. Daisy was
his love song: "and you know how
bad I want you. That store Of mine
amt very big, but"
"Oh, amt it?" would be the anti
phony Of the unphilosophical one.
why, I heard Wanamaker's was
trying TO get you to sublet part Of
your floor space to them for next
year"
Daisy passed Joe's corner every
morning and evening.
Hello. Two-by-Fourr' was her
usual greeting. Seems to me your
store looks ernptler. You must have
sold a package of chewing gum"
"Ain's much room in here, SURE" "
Joe would answer. with his slow
grin, except for you. Daise. Me and
the store are waitin for you when
ever youn take us. Don't you think
you might before long?"
"Storer'-a fine scorn was ex-
pressed by Daisy's uptilted nose
"sardine box Waitin' for me. you
say? Geel you'd have to throw out
about a hundred pounds Of candy
before I could get inside Of II, Joe"
Il wouldn't mind an even swap
Ike that" said Joe, complimentary.
Daisy's existence was limited In
every way. She had to walk side.
ways between the counter and the
shelves in the candy store In her
own hall bedroom coziness had been
carried close to cohesiveness. The
walls were 80 near to one another
that the paper on them made per.
feet Babel Of noise. She could light
the gas with one hand and close the
door with the other without taking
her eyes off the reflection OF her
brown pompadour in the mirror. She
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