Norwich bulletin., 1920-01-03
rn A anEPREsaEpn sIsTER.

Ny Dear M: The editor of The Social Corner has forwarded me your letter of December 18th, and maybe [ had better reply to it in this public way. hoping that my little store ot experience may hold something from which another worried Sister may draw some useful heart or solll-baIm!
 You ask what can cure your con- stant feeling Of depression? Then you go on to tell me your leng list of worries-you cannot sleep nights-yQu lie awake, fearing lest your husband may be careless when out with his friends forget to put on his muffler, to remove his oyefcoat in the hot lodge rooms, to carelessIy leave his over shoes in his store. thereby running the risk of pneumonia or influenza, etc, etc. You picture to yourself, in the dead of night, some neighbor or bosom friend coming next morning to treacherously hire away from you the maid who has proved so competent. You are nervous lest one of the chill dren-a1though they are the picture of heaIth-should catch" something, as the Blank. children across the street got whooping cough from playing with some visiting children, etc, etc.
 Now, confidently. my dear M, I will tell you, after considering your Wailing letter, which Ooh, yes, I have counted theniD has no less than 45 letter Is in it's forty nine lines, my advice is, begin at once to think of somebody else besides yourself! AS one Of the good Sisters quoted for us several weeks ago, Get busy: do something tor somebody"
 If you were to spend an hour among 1 the devoted nurses and faithful doc | tors down at the big Norwich State Hospital, you would soon learn that i every one of their patients is suffering 1 from a bad case of ''I''! I is all they 1 talk about am 8 king-a soldier, a millionaire-insanity is just a pure and 1 simple aggravated case of too much
 l; and that is hint to you, Nil 1 Never mind; you will keep up pity l ing and betting yourself, and then l some day you will cease to worry; ; /; your lips will be too cold to even mutt l ter: T am so nervous!' Those cob | webs in the parlor about which you 1 stewed and fretted will be brushed down, hastily, maybe by some neigh bor; and other neighbors will arrange i the ornaments on the 1nantel or cab 1 met or piano. All will speak in whis- i pers. They will say. Poor Mi l She had everything that heart could { l to the gravel" And some one-pos- sibly that Mrs. Puff, whom you have 1 never cared much for any way, aI- though she and you wereschoolmates will observe in such an artless way:
 How strange, that Sadie Simpson l should have come back to town! She and poor John Roe used to go to the Peoples Course and the dancing schoo, together, before John married Mp
 Some other friend will ren1arl ] that John has been a most devoted husband; but of course that he is prising if he were to marry again after proper waiting! And there vii be more whispering, to the effect tha. it would be better for widower witt
 three children (and alas! spoiled chil dren) on his hands, to. see to it that It 1 provided a good mother for them
 Mrs. Puff will straighten out tn, folds of your choicest lace curtain and declare as 8 sort of guess: Fat
 is funny Sadie Simpson comes bacl
 a widow; John is now a widower.
 wouldn't be a bit surprised" Ant you will have to lie there so still, un
 able to answer them back. or tell then that John has vowed over and owe
 again Gall husbands dol that he vii
 never, never, never marry. if you wer dead dozen times.
 My dear Must get rid of that de
 pressed feeling as quickly as you can
 Tn other words: forget the 'I'' of your
 self! Conquer your nerves, and .abov
 all things. don't give those gossip'
 that chance to predict that John i!
 going back to his boyhood's sweet