Evening star., 1924-10-12


home team hy every epithet sewer
flowing vocabulary could emit. Many
men, good and true, let SIP cuss
words now and then when some great
temptation, like golf, comes along
but to blue streak the atmosphere
because your own buddieS happen 10
lose YOU all of $40! First one man
and then another Of what had start
ed in as n good natured bunch shl1t-
ad out of the oral muck and the last
one was Gdgeting to follow SUIT
when the man of beef and sulphur
caught sight of a nearby soldler
looking toward him with lifted cap,
and which he accepted as signal OF
recognition.
1t is always classy to know SOL
dier-when he wears a sam Brown
helt-so, forgetting the forever-gone
$40. the loser stepped forward with
outstretchcd hand in welcome:
Il guess you must know me
Your face is familiar, but--Glad TO
meet
The soldier, ignoring the hand. in
terrtpted in a voice that gave no
promise OF acquaiptance:
7 never saw you before
~But you raised you hat to me"
NO. l always uncover in rever-
ence to God when / hear His name
taken IN vain
The soldier turned his back, and
the other man walked out of the
incident
IF you should care to hunt for happi-
ness as the bluehird flies, take
4 northbound car and ride to the
terminal. When you get out walk
two steps forward and turn around
with your eyes shut and there you
are-in a tiny shop kept by two little
old Italians, who consider themselves
the happiest couple in the world
bar none.
When these two were young emf
grants they found their way to this
city and started d little shop in
another and better built-up section.
where they raised d family and
prospered. After the children were
married off comfortably and the old
folks had earned enough to retire,
they bought a little home at the
terminal. where they settled down to
enjoy leisure in old age, but
If you have labored all your days
you cannot he content with folded
hands Happiness scbers into dull
ness and the blue bird flies away
After q hit. each egan to cherish d
secret thought and the happiness of
it brought back the fiutter of wings:
If ~ could start a little shop here
and begin all over again" said the
little old woman.
We wiIl," said the little old man
So:
They turned one room Of the little
home into a shop. where they sell
milk and newspapers and candles and
del,catessen stuff, and the money is
coming in fine But it isn't the money
1t IS the healthy satisfaction of being
busy and the JOY Of knowing that it
keeps the bluebird in the home, and
happiness in the heart.
nN the outside of the market there
is d smiling brown woman who
sells beans and eggs all Summer and
in the Winter just eggs. She smiles
becduse-just to show the democracy
Of the Maeterlinckian bluebird-she is
why? She has given parcel of
ground to each of her 90 children
and still owns a good-siZed little
farm out Great Falls way, where she
raises her beans and her eggs. And
on the days she doesn't come 10 mar
ket she washes around-never mind
her being a hundred years old!
That's no age at all for a woman
whose mother lived to be $50 years
old, bless the good Lord. She wor-
ries some, of course, because Few ol
her children round about 20 seem
10 be getting right feeble-still She
homes thew will oIIterrow