Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-01-17

scrap or a poem tnat just came 10
my notice. The writer used to go to
kindergarten with me, and | haven't
seen him since. However, / have
heard something of his good work
among the boys in France during
the war, and hat knowledge makes
( his poem all the more ringing.
Put another log on the fire, Ted.
and start the tea-kettle, Betty B.,
and you may all listen or dream, just
as you please, while I read this:
TODAY, L LIVE
Today, L live;
Tomorrow may not come.
| act and do not doubt or hesitate:
In life, the things desirable 1 seek to
do
"The best, the easiest and the quick
est way"
Today, I live,
And do the hard things first;
| Or those that loom the largest,
| Lift the highest,
Reach the deepest
| Into some friends heart.
One thing I do far better than all
others,
And all things so we'll
That neither I nor any other
Ever need to think of them again.
I am the master of myself, my play,
my work,
My weakness by His strength is
more than matched.
Today, I live!
I laugh and play.
I study, plan and execute;
| Obey. . . Command. Create!
I love. I hate-but not my Brother
Man.
Battle, and have no fear.
| Laugh, cry-begin again.
| Win, lose-win again!
| Serve and share
Receive far more than
I can ever hope to give.
/ pray in silent places,
At my work,
| Along the crowded streets,
| Among the haunts of men.
Worship and others bring to Him,
Teday?T
Aye, today.
Today. / livei
ID. c. vandercook in the Continent
There is a suggestion to me In that
line, ST love; I hate-but not my
Brother-Man." 1t is not a very nice
suggestion, because what / think of
is Something else I read a day or two
ago to the effect that women Sec
reilly hate women"
Women have occupied such a false
position for eenturies-they have
been the servants, the toys, the con-
yeniences of men; they have been
regarded as creatures without souls;
they have been fed on hot air to
keep them sin their place." and now
that the world is really waking up
TO the fact that women are human
beings, some of the most ~disgruntled
of the en-o women-wrlters, are
trying to keep women from becom-
ing valuable citizens by stirring up a
despicable hatred in their wv ranks.
Women don't hate each other.
They have not had the chance to do
the team work that men have nad
since the world began. but that was
! due to the restriction and the isola-
| ton of their lives. o girls who
have been Camp Fire Girls together,
and you who have played basketball
or worked together on commlttees
have learned something about team
work that your grandmothers never
had a chance to learn at your age
| deny that women are petty crea-
lures because they are m
Plenty of US ARE petty n meah' L
grant, but our sex doesn't nave a
MONOPOLY on pettiness and mean
ness. We are going to respect our
sex, aren't we, girls, and going to
| helm II on toward better team work
nv believing that Every day, IN
every way, we are getting better and
| better" That will be our contrlbu-
! ton to "the cause"
Glad you sent In your story,
| Gladys. We shall print the first IN
| stallment today, and have the s
next Wednesday. I know all the
| girls will like it.
ADELAIDE RISES
Adelaide Horton was distinctly
| miserable. She was walking silently
home from school, books under her
| arm, quite unconscious of the usual
+, stream of her chums' chatter. h
was dreading going home, after that
| brief and unpleasant talk with her
| mother at noon.
"Well, bye-bye, girls" she said as
| she turned in at her gate, hoping 20
avoid having to answer the inevlta-
BILE question. But of course she
couldn't.
"Going tomorrow night, aren't you
| 'Laide?" There it was.
"Guess So" she replied with as
much nonchalance as she could mus
She ran up the steps, hurried into
the house, and made a dash for her
room, before she should see her
mother. Things just had to be
straightened out. Mrs. Horton had
asked Adelaide to decline Grant
Sherwood's invitation for the frater-
nifty dance, which was the grandest
party of the season, and she had an
adorable dress that mothers clever
fingers had made out of a little or
child colored taffeta and a bit of sill
yer lace. 1t really was delectable,
looked for all the world like a Fifth
avenue thing. and it did look sweet
with her fair hair. She could see