The Bridgeport times and evening farmer. (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1918-1924, 1920-09-18

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Let TiD,e Decide. |
Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a teacher, |
20 years of age, and considered good
looking. About two years ago I be-
came acquainted with a young man,
Fl years of age, whom I learned to
love. 1 was out with him about a
year ago and since then have. not
heard from him. go out with others,
but I cannot care for any of them
since 1 knew him. Somehow or other
1 got in touch with him and he made
an appointment with me. but a few
days before was supposed to see him
he wrote me, stating that he could not
keep his appointment. Upon not hear
ing from him Il few weeks J. dropped
him a line, but have not received a
reply 1 am at a loss as to what step
TO take.
Put your mind ony our work and
don't make up ron1ances about a man
who really shows no signs of interest
in you. If lie doesn't care for you
there is nothing you can do about it.
If he does, he will eventually prove it
by returning and making up for his
strange treatment. Youth is always
declaring that it will never get over
things-but the greatest dramatist of
all wrote truthfully: Patience. What
wound did ever heal but by degrees?''
so he dies for his faith That is
Mere thar, roost of us do.
| But stay, can you add to that line
+. That he lived for it, too?
I'm his death he bore witness at last
| AS martyr to truth.
Did his life do the same in the past
From the days of his youth?
1T is easy to die. Men have lived
| iSh III,
From bravado to passion or pride.
| Was it harder for him :?
'tBut to live; every day to live out
All the truth that he dreamt,
! While his friends met his conduct
! with doubt
And the world with contempt
| Never turning aside?
Then We'll talk of the life. that
Never mind how he died"
An interesting bit of philosophy
Ia charming bit of verse this
day. Sometimes when I read such
messages in poetry I find myself
longing for the gift of song. Memoir
/ ably, and so it sings through your
4 brain, the poet gives his word to the
world. And a bit of song fingers
when often t1eoture~ does not.
How many paragraphs might be
spent in saying:
'evvas it thus that he plodded ahead,
/ Never turning aside?
Then Wen talk of the life that
Never mind how he died.
But how can it be said better
Don't we all know how hard it is
i g.
of petty tasks? A list of duties that
must be managed in a limited num-
Der of hours reads along lightly
and almost easily. But the deadly
all these things that have to be
"hustled'' into the compass of the
hours-nakes it seem terrible to
have to get up and drag through
the tasks.
The same old round,' people say.
Other folks listen and shake their
heads disparagingly, wonderins 9
how any one can complain of tasks
wearing. They don't know how near
insanity the same thing over anc
, over every day can drive an 1nd1-
vidua1. 81
If a mother Were to stop and
; figure how many times in one day
she has to wash childish. sticky
fingers-if she were to brood over
; the number of potatoes she mus
take to get the beds made, the
number of stitches she must take
10 get the socks darned-she would
probably sink under mere force OF
number And to morrow the
, same thing over Next day the
5 same Monotony. Colorless tasks
which are never done. Does any
one think that is easy?
Disappointment makes life hard
: To want something and work an6
strive for it-and then to see it &C
: to some one who has not tried. who
does not even care. That is hard.
1 Faithlessness makes the path
rough. To give lovally to friends
who take everything for granted
5 who give nothing in return, who
demand rrore and who fail wher
needed. That is hard.
Monotony is hard Failure i;
hard. Illness is hard. Life is full
7 of things that make It terrible. AL
| most no one escapes. But there i:
a magnifcence about facing it and
seeing it through and conquering it.
When it seems uncomfortable, brace
yourself. throw back your shoul
ders and ins4ead of despising your
self for a failure and a weakling-
:. think about the courage vol
wouldn't fail on any terms - the
courage to go on.
: You who live through storm anf
stress and live UP to your own be
: lief in life and yourselves = yol
have done a. big thing. When yol
read of. some hero who gives his life