San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1924-04-20

on our way to having it again-anC
on wiser, saner basis.
For surely, wherever we wake w.
after the big change, we will be {
little wiser, We will make fewer mis-
takes
The years here are very short after
all; the longest life runs like a dream
The tears and worries, the frantic
want, the envy and resentment ar
all strangely brief. And after all
the wisest persons who have ever
lived. and at their head the one real
Leader, all agree that what one has
here matters not at all. 1t is what
one takes away that is important
What one takes away. And we
know we can't take old family silver
and yachts. We know-the greatest
snobs among us know-that five
minutes after We stop breathing il
won't matter whetherewe came over
IN the "Mayflower' or the steerage.
There will be no Social Notes there.
There will be no caste. no prestige.
no privileges. There will not even be
personal charms, lip-sticks and per-
feet thirty-sixes. And how lost
some women will be without the deli
cate skins that love silk stockings
and perfumes, and the henna-rinsed
hair,
There will remain the so1l-the
spirit we have been so busily develop
ing since kindergarten days. And
what n natural leader will some sim
pie, true woman be, some woman
who has lived for others, who has
served and loved. who has been char
liable. who has not sought the SUI
perficial and the silly things so many
of us seek-lost all the things of the
next world for few years of sham
superiority here!
Others, perhaps great beauties,
great favorites today, will find them
selves singularly blank when the
hour of the spirit comes-when it is
time for the individual Easter. Kind
ness, intelligence. real love, simple
ity, charity, humility, faith-all this
Will mean nothing to them. They will
carry a score Of petty disputes away
with them, and a good deal of selfish
and astonished vanity; perhaps way
down. deep in the bottom of their
crowded, self-centered brains and
hearts there will be only the tiny
nucleus Of some one real love, some
one pure thought upon which slow
~ and painfully to rebuild in a truer
and reaJer way.
But all women are not like that.
There are millions who read into Eas-
ter a personal message; who know
that the rebirth and the beauty are
IN some strange and mysterious sense
their own; who believe. And if /
could say one special thing to AN
those. women this Easter it would be
this:
It's never too late. The old mis-
takes, the, old sorrows, the old stupid
Ities--even the old graves-are on,y
stepping stones. You being human,
mad to know them had to learn them.
Wherever you find yourself today, IN
however perplexed and troubled cir
cumstances, with no matter what
complicated pathways before you,
and no matter what regretable err
rors behind-today is Easterl
Perhaps the marriage you made
isn't hopeless, after all. Perhaps no
wisdom on your part would have
saved the fortune-would have avert
ed the accident-perhaps the richer.
bigger doctor would have been just as
helpless as the lesser one, when your
child was i'll. Life is a great fabric
of stupid things. turning out wisely.
and seemingly wise things coming to
wreck; no matter what you did teu