Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1920-08-26
AS THE EDITOR SEES TT

A good citizen stopped us on the
street a few days ago. He had a
case of nerves. He was peeved be-
cause nothing ever happens in this
town." He will recover.
But his remark started train of
thoughts in the editorial mind, and
we are passing them on to you, as Is
the custom in our profession.
1t is true that nothing ever hap
pens in this town." and that is one
of it's beauties, it's greatest assets.
We have no murders, no riots, no
race disturbances, no class conflicts,
no rowdyism, no disgusting scan
dals-none of the numerous things
that happen so often in many other
places.
We have a class of citizens who
are law abiding God fearing, patri-
otto, and who respect the rights of
other people.
Our citizens are energetic, thrift
ty, and are producers--not destroy
ers. They are workers in the hive
of industry-not drones.
Truth abounds, because IL Is
community Of clean and upright peo-
pie who have nothing to hide from
the rest of the world.
1t should be a matter of pride to
every citizen that nothing ever hap
pens in this town"
We often speak in a light vein of
the manner in which some women
"primp." But IL we thought more
seriously we might speak less light
ly.
than the laudable effort of women to
make themselves appear attractive
in the eyes of other people.
We men are jealous of the per-
sonal appearance OF our own partic-
ular women. We want them to be
beautiful, and attractive, and refined
and not behind others of their sex.
We glory in the admiration that
others bestow upon them, and We
encourage them to render them
selves pleasing to the world as we'll
as to ourselves.
Possibly We are vain OF our wom-
en-. But we have reason to be
vain--they are entitled to it all.
Woman is the greatest and most
beautiful handiwork of the Creator
and that which the Creator has
made beautiful we should endeavor
| to keep beautiful. Its lustrs should
never be dimmed.
"Primping" is an aid to attrac-
| tiveness, and attractive femininity
is admired the world over.
Let the women "primp." We like
It, as We love them.
A little boy came galloping down
the street. He was full Of life and
spirits, but in the exuberance of his
Joy he inadvertently bumped into
passing man.
Get out, you brat-what the
h-l's the matter with youg" he
snarled with a terrifying glare cal
culated to put terror into the heart
Of even a much older person.
The boy stopped, stared In
startled manner for a moment, muir
INJURED his excuses and skunk shame
facedly away, crushed in spirit and
sore at heart.
And the uncontrolled passion Of q
grown man did 1t.
Some day the boy may forget
and he may not. The incident may
remain with him as long as he lives.
It often happens that way.
As the seed is planted, so does 10
often grow, and mature, and die.
"Brat!" and what the h-l?"
Harsh words to apply, but infinite
ly more pregnant with disastrous re-
suits when hurled in the heat OF
passion at one of tender years.
It is an easy matter for editors
and others to sit in chair and dose
out beautiful rules of life for oth-
ers to observe. In putting them in
to practice ourselves-but, then, We
seldom do.
Mrs. George B. Scott left Monday
morning for a few days visit with
/ relatives at Council Bluffs, going
from there to the southeastern part
OF the state. Mr.. Scott went to Des
Moines yesterday and will join ais
wife there and both take In the state