The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-03-11
By DOLLY DALR YMPLE
DO You Want 70 Be Happy?

but it suggests a line of thought that gives profitable consideration.
 Long ago I've come to the conclusion that it's pretty hard to catch the blue bird" of happiness in this old world.
 But have you ever seen a person whose first thought was personal, indi- vidual happness who ever attained IL, or even peace or content?
 It seems to me, among all the men and women who live their little lives about us that the ones who work hard est are the happiest.
 They get more real joy out of life than any body else
 And speaking of happiness, let me ask you one thing: What have you ever done to deserve 1t?
 Have you ever made anybody else happy?
 How much suffering have you alle-
 How often have you visited the fatherless and the widow?
 Have you ever comforted a heart broken child?
 Have you ever done anything to brighten the lives of the old women who are dependent public charities in homes and institutions?
 Perhaps your answer is yes to all these impertinent questions. and yet if  heart wasn't in it, but just your vanity that was involved and you wanted 70 be praised by the newspapers and your friends, and in that case you've had your reward.
 Public charities sometimes appeal very little to me, when l see women giving the very best side of their life to such things and then go back to their families who need them most and are inpa tient and peevish and nervous and show their worst side. : Dear Mrs. Jel1eby, don't spend all your time making flannels for the heathens in Africa.
 The cook in your kitchen may have little crippled child that week in the country (which could be paid for by the express you pay on missionary hox to foreign countries) would help so much and you'd get quicker returns for your time and your money and your sympathy.
 Nobody loves me-" you hear some one cry.
 Well, go on into the garden then and eat worms.
 That's all you deserve in a world that wants to love people if you haven't done something to make yourself be- loved.
 It's too bad nobody loves you.
 You ought to be told like the man said to the girl with whom he was driv- ing.
 She whiningly complained:
 Nobody loves rne and my hands are so cold"
 God loves you" the man quickly re- piled, 'fand you can sit on your hands,"
 It's too bad nobody loves you
 But how many people do you love?
 Truly now, how many?
 Oh, you say that you could love any body that would love you first.
 We'll, who is going to be goose enough to love you if you only love to be loved again?
 True love never thinks about getting back the affection it gives.
 Some people figure on what they call love" like a farmer does with his seed he plants.
 They apportion so much Hove, to each person and get back a waving field of friends who love them.
 Pshaw! They do nothing of the kind.
 Loves not like that.
 I believe a lot of people never find happiness because they have the "con- science ache.'
 They know they are not doing their duty.
 No person alive who is doing his duty as best he can is unhappy.
 The conceited, self-centered, selfish. himself person is the one who goes about prating about mot be- ing loved"
 Now listen:
 "If you really want to be happy, if you have a "hankering" or a craving" as the expression goes, the very first thing that you've got to do in order to get it is to get rid of your overgrown affection for yourself.
 You remember what the little news- boy, ragged and dirty, said to bunch of street gamins one day:
 "Ain't it curious and queer dat mo- body ain't never stuck on CT feller dats