Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-06-08

has been beauty in her youth, and
who has been flattered and toasted.
could ever reach the place where she
realized that time had robbed her
of her looks entirely, or be recon
ciled to being passed over and neg
lected, There may be cures that
take away the craving for alcohol or
opium, but there is none that ban
ishes the gnawing hunger of vanity.
Grandpa may seem to you a fat,
bald-headed, lottery old gentleman
whose thoughts should be centered
on preparing for his heavenly home,
estate here below. You'd never dream
of his liking to be jollied a bit about
| having been a devil of fellow
among the women in his youth, and
| tease him a bit about some buxom
widow, Or accuse him of being the
! best dressed man in the family, and
you will see his chest swell out with
pride, and his sagging old shoulder
straighten up, and ten years of age
drop away under the miracle of your
| f1attery.
And grandfather will be even more
| pleased if you ask his advice some
| time, and defer to his judgment, and
! is bitter hard for the man who has
done things, and been at the head of
! big affairs, to be relegated to the
rear, hasbeen with none so poor as
|
doesn't care, that he accepts it all as
part of the penalty of age, and that
when he retired from business he
| locked his vanity up in his safety
deposit box along with his other as
| SETS
Never were you more mistaken.
| He yearns for the plaudits of his
! fellowman just as much as he ever
! did, and it's inhuman of those about
| him not to realize this, and let him
| Of now ond then on a mesa of
! f1attery.
The old are like children. They
are pleased with little things. They
are made happy by trifles, and it is
| get this, and through carelessness or
! selfshness neglect to do and say the
small things that would make their
! last days bright and full of cheer:
And the pathos and the tragedy of
the situation lies in the fact that we
could so honestly give them the lit
tie compliments they crave, for most
of us admire and reverence our par
ents.
We are filled with pride when we
think Of the fight that father has
made for his place in the sun. We
could bow our. heads to the ground
before him when we consider the
shining goodness of hin1-the state
Iessness of his honor, the faith and
ton ti5 a'e Of If life. mas 0'''"'' ~
Why then should we not tell him of
our admiration? Few young people
realize it, but there is no other flat
terry on earth that is so sweet to
parents as just to know their chill
dren look UP to them as patterns of
what humanity should be.
And why not tell mother she is
beautiful? In our eyes no other
face is so lovely as the one that
bent above our cradle; no sculptor's
model of hands SO perfect as those
that have known no WEAKNESS in
toiling for us; no vampires eyes
hold the magic of the eyes in which
we have seen the light of a death
less devotion glowing.
Why not tell her so? And make
her happy instead of bottling up all
our admiration to carve in marble on
her tomb
One of our neglected duties is
jollying the old. Let's turn over a
new leaf, and omit no opportunity of
paying the very choicest compliment
we can think of to every old man
o and woman we know