Evening star., 1925-06-12

Rolling over for just another nap
In the morning Is one of the supreme
joys OF life, let the moralists rave as
they will. When they have finished
their lectures, we will turn over again
for another half hour of delicious
sleep.
o sleep. it is a blessed thing
Beloved from pole to pole
10 Mary queen. let praise be given.
Who sent the gentle sleep frfom heaven
Ihat slid into my soul.
Perhaps the high point in the fine
art of sleep comes just after one has
been awakened by the old alarm
clock at am. Not that we would
say a word against the more solid
delights of sound Sleep
We have pointed out before, in this
column, the necessity for much and
sound sleep, and have wondered how
some seem to get along on a few
hours nightly of this prime neces-
slty. Many have called sleep a
waste of time; others have lamented
its presence at all among us, looking
forward to the day when no man
sleepeth.
Then, they say, man will have
twice as much time for work and
play as he ever had before, and will
accomplish twice as much, get two
times the fun out of life, and in gen.
eral make a great advance over his
present sad state, when one third of
life is spent in bed
Weli,. 1T is pretty picture, but is
1t true? If we We're up all night,
1uil OF pep and vigor, what would we
90 10 save ourselves from universal
boredom? There would be- more
time, it is true, but many would de-
vote 1T to their customary old tricks,
so that there would be twice as much
crime, twice as many automobile ac-
cldents, twice as much bootlegging,
Twice as much nagging, two times
the present amount of quarreling.
No. indeed Let us go to bed and
forget the cares of the day with it's
bright sun. Let us initiate the birds,
which tuck their heads under their
downy wings; let us "hit the hay" as
the old slang had it, and seek our rest
Sleeping is an art, one which many
wise men do not possess.
Some of the brightest persons are
not smart enough to be able to sleep
well. They thrash around, after they
go to bed, In sort of semi-insomnia.
Others stay UP until after midnight, in
an attempt to browbeat their brains
into insensibility.
The true art of sleep, including the
high point mentioned, that of rolling
over for just another little nap" in.
cludes both mental and physical sides.
There is little doubt that the best
sleep comes to the contented animal.
All of us, If we would enjoy our sleep,
must, in some degree. at least, emu
late the "contented cows" of the ad-
vertisement.
Excitement is not a good sleep pro-
queer Even physical tiredness, il car.
ried too far, makes for restlessness.
What we would seek is a blissful obliv.
ion, sleep full, long and deep, in which
not only the raveled sleeve of care is
knitted up. but the whole blessed gar.
ment given good dry cleaning.
Such sleep is refreshing, and only
such sleep is SO. Halfway sleep, while
tremendously better than none at all,
is distinctly second-rate, as compared
with the "gen-u-wine" article, the sort
o sleep babies know in their best be.
haved moments.
Such sleep is not hours stolen out
or the day, but the recharging of the
human battery. Many a man Is will
ing to turn on the charger and re.
charge his radio batteries during the
night, who is very unwilling to go to
bed and recharge his own batteries of
pep and power.
He is, of course. the same misguided
gentleman who carefully sees to what
goes into his automobile tanks, in the