The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-08-09
Barometer of Public Opinion
"Thc JOY of Living +"

Editor World Your editorial this morning
on The Joy OF Living" ls worthy OF n priest.
rabi or protestant ministerial with good work
ing stomachs.
/ think you are asking too much though
when you want all to enjoy living. as then your
cup OF gladness would be full to overfowing
with a dose OF stagnated righteousness
AS you know there are people that are bound
to get their stomachs In disorder through
slothfunem, laziness and love OF letting God ,iu
an the work-even to tho point OF letting Him
I'll their mouths with tho word or message In
relays as II falls from their lips with the elo-
quence OF n Demosthenes although Demosthe-
nes suffered worse than a second fiddler at a
dance.
As you say NO man or woman can realize
The tulI JOY OF living, until he or she stands At
the tomb OF Envy, Suspicion, Intolerance and
Prejudice, and plants there the enduring ever
green OF true Christian charity.
Too many make the fatal mistake OF wanting
to enjoy the fruits OF the harvest with the SOW
ing and cultivation left out. All want to be
Gods custodan--the job that John d. Rookie
ielIer has and let John keep his own face
Envy for Johns money, but not for the aged
form that paid tho price to get II.
surplus of money many times looked to me
as foolish as having 400 pairs of gallases Just
to hold your breeches up, and then going out
with wooden mits on in the winter time with
saw horse and buck saw, and bucking n cord
OF wood TO get another pair Of gallases for tho
rubber to rot out hanging up In your closet.
y surplus Of knowledge is impossible. Knowl-
edge In your incapacitated old age stimulates,
Ia companionable. smoothcs out the wrinkles on
your aged face and makes your grandchildren
love you.
Your brother editor. and as hard a worker
as yourself, who has passed into tho shadows,
and has braved the swelling tide. and has
chored in that harbor where some day wen all
abide, puts joyful living In the following words.
Does the medder-lark oomplane, as he swings
hsh and dry
Through the waves Of tho wind and the blue
of the sky?
Does the quail set up and whissel In a disap-
pointed way,
Er hang his head in silence, and sorrow all
the day?
is the chipmunk's health a-failin' Does he
walk er does he run?
Don't the buzzards ooze around around up
thare just like they've allus
Is there anything the matter with the rooster's
lungs er voice?
Ort mortal be complainin' when dumb ami
mails rejoice?
Then let us, one and ALL be oontentud with our
The June IS here this morning and tho sun is
shining hot
Oh, lot Va fiji our hearts up with the glory of
And banish ev'ry doubt and care and sorrow
fur away!
Whatever be our station. with Providence fer
guide,
sich fine circumstances ort to make us sat
isfled.
Fer the world IL full OF roses and the roses fuIl
of dew,
And the dew is full Of heavenly love that drip
fer me and you,
For fear that the reader might get a miscon-
ceptlon OF my meaning l will put few more
lines Of Rileys stuff In new print TO the end
that tho waste lands around Tulsa, might be
put In vineyards to typlty the sun-kissed hills
of southern Italy where stands the eternal city
Have yer dog leg" with ye and yer pIpe and
"cut-and dry
Pocket full o. corn-bred, and slug er two o.
Soak yer hide in sunshine and waller In the
shade
Like the good book tells us---"where there're
none to make afraid
Tulsa, Aug. :. l.. p. HANNIFIN