The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1921-03-06
TINT YOUR OWN sky GRAFTON OF
MISS GRETCHEN COMEGYS, SENIOR
A. H. s., REPEATED BY SPECIAL
REQUEST AT MEETING OF D. A. R

spread over his sky. The sullen colors
of self-pity and disloyalty besmirch
everything. The Benedict Arnolds of
life take the galaxy of splendor at
hand. They stir and mix in with the
dust and cobwebs of their own selfish
fngratitude. With these transformed
variegatons they paint their own
souls.
Another life may lie continually
among the shadows. Only the garish
greens, sickly yelpows, distressing
reds, and tragic blacks, have been sup
piled this unfortunate one. The gold
OF pure sunshine; the azure of a
June sky: the crimson OF the sunset
of the pearly rose of happy friend
ship are nowhere to be found. All
the beautiful is absent. Only the dark
and ugly is TO be seen. Half hesitating-
ly we pause. Then as we wait the
inner door of the soul suddenly opens
wide. We catch sight Of a vision that
leaves us breathless. All the golden
glory of Gods love is flooding the
/ ShltS. AIN dehubLltoo Pui PSSN
cast their crimson CLEAN. The warm
tints Of interest sympathy and under
standing shed their soft hight. The
imprint of selfpity and meagerly lit
tleness are totally missing. Pity there
| is, but 1t is cleaning with the blood
drops of heart that understands,
the sorrows of others. Rich is the
picture, in the mtngllng Of shadows;
majestic in the sweep OF tender SYM
pathy.
"It would seem that Helen Keller
had been basely cheated out of the
vaugest possibility vi making Of her
life anything worth while. Bereft ot
sight, bereft OF hearing, without the
power Of speech, this miracle worker
developed q most sublime character
Not only did she succeed In carrying
q hidden song in her own heart, but
this girl who found the bluebird was
consumed with an intense longing
to lead others along the primrose path
OF happiness. Her literary works, "Out
! of the Dark" The World i Live In,
The Song Of the Stonewall," are bea.
con lights for all who would steer
clear OF the rocks. Helen Keller. in
deed, tinted her own sky.
Ii is more than wise to remember
that man may get out OF life only
that which is put into it. Regret is
useless. The corroding hand OF care
may tarnish slightly but ii can never
destroy the true metal of character
All around, oh painter, lies the beau
tful. The smiling dandelion mods his
head in cherry comradship. From the
brightest gems in tomorrow's diadem
That boy who plays football with all
his might thinks its great fun. Just
over the hill Of the future he discov-
ers that the same teamwork which
he learned ON the athletic field is
needed In the great game of life. Men
come at his beck and call. He mar
shals his forces. He attains the de-
sired goal because IN boyhood he
learned to love TO hit the line hard
and TO fight TO the finish. John Rus
kin, that glorifier Of the commonplace
was walking with a friend through the
streets OF London on most uniOvely
day Both men were almost choked
with the dust and dirt that seemed
fairly TO cover them from head to
foot. I'VE are walking through dia-
monds and sapphires and opais," said
Ruskin. This SCOT is but distant
cousin to the diamond this clay and
this same, to those unfinished products
We call jewels"
How marvelously life will be trans
formed when man sees in Nature q