The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-11-22
ADVICE TO THE
 LOVELORN
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.

We all know hims-hes the spoiled darling of fortune who eats all the frosting off the cake and who leaves the bread-crusts for other folks. He's inclined to puff out his chest a bit i ard dec1aim that he always gets his
 own way, that he's irresistible and that he knows he's invincible.
 Does his boastfulness annoy folks :?
 We'll, some people are irritated be- yond measure by "swank'' and some are weak enough to be impressed by it. There is inherent in most of us true admiration for success. This leaves us with a certain traditional reverence for the thing which seems
 leaves.
 We want to join the procession and to give our share of respect to the hero of the hour. And we are not always Selective' enough to get it quite clear in our own minds that the hero of the hour is likely to be sit ting back in corner making no boast about it. If we want him to | come out and be kow-towed to- we'll | have to drag him into the limelight. l Folks who amount to a whole lot don't have to be talking about it all | the time. Charm, power, ability-al | speak for themselves They get re- 1 suits. The owner of any great and | outstanding ability doesn't have to 1 say much about himself; his accom- | plishments speak for him. The truly great are at once sim pie l and humble. That is a principle that | admits of no variation. Any one who | isn't humble in the face of the vast ! and largely unexplored mysteries of l life isn't capable of understanding
 even so much as their vastness. Now the man who sits around | talking about hds luck, his ability, to | work the game of life his way, his | power to make hit with every one | he meets, is probably expressing his pet ambition rather than his most usual accom- pliShment.
 Don't you know plenty of children
 who like nothing better than to
 dress up in grown folks costumes and l to announce they are kings and queens and all sorts of popular he | roes?
 You never heard a little girl say ing:
 I'm pretending I'm mother
 She says:
 "I am mother"
 The folks who boast that they al
 ways get what they want are like , that. You don't have to envy them You don't have to be bitter because
 the pIums of life don't fall off the tree into your outstretched hands the |, way they do into the hands of the fellow who tells you that he always gets what he wants, that somehow ol . other he's lucky. Y ou just have tt smile tolerantly and realize that he: play pretending the way the kiddie: . do.
 A lot of us are big bluffs We tr!
 to fool not only others but ourselves
 We try to believe that all we have t
 do is to want .. thing and that make V it automatically ours. } Gullible folks feel abused, left ou
 of things, assigned to the role of step , | child in life's drama when they hea e about the chap who has only to wan a | things and they are his. Life ism = like that. Rewards come to worker f and in return for their honest an c unremitting effort. Nothing was eve = written that rang more deeply an
 more practically true than this: l. "The laborer is worthy of his hire. 7 The spoiled darlings of fortune ar l. spoiled. And the spelling process # likely to curdle them to a useles
 whey of no real value. n The man who gets the prizes ( V | life-winS them.