The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-10-13
ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN
By Beatrice Fairfax

 If life had been an easy thing Then I had never learned to sing; If love had jewel1ed all my ways, I scarce had known these golden If grief had never touched my 1ne'er had been so blessed now. 'rBut life was hard and so I sang; With wistful hope each measure
 rang;
 The lonely days so cruel to bear Taught me my brothers load to And sorrow tried me but to prove How sweet the hard-learned lesson
 -love!'
 This bit of verse was sent me by a young correspondent who signs her self 'Kid,'' but I'm going to tell you her own pretty name-tCecile.' Also I'm going to let her write most of this article for me. Her letter did me a lot of good-so why not pass it on?
 Says Cecile (bless her heartD:
 'I often wonder whether you get tired reading letters filled up with other peoples troubles and I decided to write you just because I have no troubles that are really worth speak ing about.
 People talk about the Fountain of 
 bubblings up inside you that made you feel about a mile or so above the sidewalk? l don't know, but l really think each of us has a foun- tivate it. I just love helping folks. And the only time I give thought to my troubles is when there is no one around that I can help and that is so very seldom.
 "There's such a lot of talk about the unpleasant things that people do not see how good most everybody is. There is a conductor on the street car who guides a blind passenger across the street and down the road bit and up the stairs to where the poor blind man is employed. I'm sure he's not paid to do that. There is a policeman who carefully leads the kiddies across the street.
 Then the stenographer in the office next mine gives up part of her lunch hour teaching the office boy short hand. I saw g. loafer--you know the kind that hangs around the corner pick up a poor little kitten with a broken leg with such great tender ness that it transhgured him. There's so much good in this world of ours that its.g good to be alive. "There's some good in everyone, nc matter how bad they seem. I've associated with some shady charac- ters and never felt contaminated
  them. There's the add saying, birds of a feather flock together ''But-however in the world are people going to grow. better if they associate with any one who will hell | them up a bit? I thnk the quicker folks make up their minds to fint !! something to like in every one ant everything in the world. the happier they will be-
 | So writes Cecile, and adds tha she's sending me a poem which vii show jusa how she feels. 1 Why can't more of us feel this way Why can't more of us wait for tn, swing of 1ifes pendulum from lief | back to right again?
 Why can't we open our eyes to tn underlying beauty in all things s' only we look for it?
 Dear Miss Fairfax:
 A few months ago I became ac quainted with a very nice youn lady several years my junior, am quite friendship has sprung u l between us, but I am inclined to b backward about expressing my req feelings toward her as I think ther | is some one she seems to regard i a rather serious way. She claim she would be very lonesome and blu if I should go back home to sta when I am discharged from the arm! Will you please tell mew hat her mo tive can be to have me stay whe she does not seem to regard me a anything more than a friend. G. F. M.
 Probably the girl is fonder of yo than you've given her any reason confess. If you want to make sur of her feelings for you, ask her not me my boy! If there is anothe man, you ought to know it and mak up your mind to go home and talk . up your life there without letting
 hopeless feeling influence or retar you If the other man doesn't couI : surely you see how foolish it is : sacrifice not only yourself but th girl to your reticence. FREE DEMONSTRATION AND
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