The Carlisle independent., 1920-07-22
THE PARADE
While They're Here

Do you suppose you will ever grow old? Have you ever put your imagi- nation to work and looked at yourself as you may be in thirty, forty, or fifty years?
 No, it isn't a fascinating pastime, this looking ahead. It's lots more fun to revel in reminiscence. And, it's no use worrying about the days to come. They will come and all your worry will not keep any thing from happen ing.
 But what we started to talk about was the way you are treating your old father and mother. Are you brightening their, dull days and help ing them smile as they pass into the sunset or are you pushing them along out of the way.
 We could-but wouldn't-name some young ladies and young gentle men who are doing the latter. Civ ing the parental pair to understand they are has-heens and no chance of coming back-shelved.
 They push them into the grey back ground, and dim the lights. When company comes, especially the young CT set, they are ashamed of the old folks, and every word or act is an apology. But sometimes all this un- pleasantness is avoided by pushing them out of the house.
 Sure, their ideas are sometimes rather antiquated, and they do not a. ways approve your modern ways, but if you youngsters will do the right thing-play with them-they won't grow old nearly so fast.
 Some day, and maybe it will not be so very long, you will walk out to the Silent City and you will look at the little mounds and then God knows you'll wish you had not pushed so hard
 Keep them young.
 The Art of Forgetting
 What a blessing it is that we can forget. Today's troubles look very large, but week hence they will I forgotten and buried. Says one writ CT: of you would keep book and daily put down the things that worry you. and see what becomes of them. It would benefit you" We allow things to annoy us, just as we allow
 
 and we lose our tempers and get all out of balance.
 But if we could see what 1t was that threw us off our balance before break fast, and put it down in little book. and follow it up and follow it out. and ascertain what becomes of it we would see what fools we were in the matter.
 The art of forgetting is a blessed art, but the art of overlooking is just as important And if we should take time to write down the origin, prog ress and outcome of our troubles, it would make us ashamed of the fuss we make over them, and we should be glad to drop such things and bury them at once in eternal forgetfulness.
 Life IS too short to be worn out in petty worries, frettings, hatreds and vexations.
 TODAY is the TOMORROW we worried about YESTERDAY-and it didn't happen"
 The Span Of Life
 Man that is born of his parents is of few days and full of microbes. NAN e5OOSAl SO ScliCOl WlSli and gets the seat of his pants pad dled for something he didn't do until he IS sick at heart He groweth up like weed in the back yard, and soon reaches the age when he is com posed largely of feet, freckles and appetite.
 About the time he gets too long for short trousers and not long enough for long ones he goeth away to college, learneth how to monkey with three dollar mandolin and play whisky poker. He cometh home a bigger fool than ever and marrieth sweet young thing whose pa is sup posed to be wealthy, but whom he subsequently, ascertaineth, couldn't buy prize rooster at county fair.
 He worrieth along from year to year, gradually acquiring offsprings, until his house resembles a Sunday school class just before Christmas. He fretteth through the day and lieth awake nights trying to keep himself and his dependent population out of the poor house. Efforts are awarded