Evening star., 1925-09-01

Every man is at heart a painter.
No matter what he does for liv-
ing, whether the law. or the Govern:
ment, or selling. or talking, or writ
ing, secretly he believes he can paint
Not paint portraits or landsca pes.
or marine scenes, but houses, back
porches, etc.
Almost every woman. too, thinks
she is an adept at swinging the
brush.
An you have to do Is daub it on"
the lady Of the house will say.
Well, there is little bit more to
II than that--ask any painter, The
professional win smile discreetiy If you
hand him any such sentence as the
above, as If loath to enter into argu-
ment about such a profound matter
II he would deign to say anything,
no doubt 1t would be along this line:
MY dear sir, your complete igno-
rance of my profession makes it impos-
sible for me to talk about 1t in a way
that will be understandable to you.
When any one declares, in my pres
ence, that all there Is to painting is
daubing Ii on with a brush, find my
self utterly unable to say a word, for
II would take me hours to explain
just the difference between a real
painter and a dauber. &
Suffice 1t to say that a dauber is
one thing, and real painter distinct
iy another II you want to daub up
your houses do It yourselfs but II you
desire to get q real JOB done. call on
me, buddy"
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| Despite this adn1onition from our
worthy friend, the house painter,
thousands of men yearly paint their
o1n houses, many Of them gentlemen
who have never swung a wide brush
before in all their lives-and some of
whom never will. again.
You see, the average man secretly
believes that If fate had been kind to
him, he, too. would be walking around
in paint-stained white coverals, dan
Cling a pail Of paint al the end of a
long left arm.
There is something satisfying about
painting.
A Secretary of State may find com
plete satisfaction in his job. and then
again he may not. No Secretary OF
State can tell until he tries 1t.
So it is with all the other jobs which
men turn their han6 and brains to in
this, our terrestrial life. Every work.
whether ii be known as a position"
or Job, has its good and bad
points.
Often the individual puts too much
attention on the latter. In some few
cases he exaggerates the former.
Whatever the case may be, in the
main all work has its ups and downs.
as the elevator man says.
The painter, however, finds soul
satisfaction in his. The smooth flow
of paint on Imprinted wood gives one
a sense of actually accomplishing
something in "A complete sense that
| scarcely can be duplicated in any
other work whatever.
1t has often seemed to me that the
street sweeper. humble though his job
| may seem, takes second prize in this
respect. 1t must thrill the very heart
of one to take a dirty, grimy thor
oughfare, and by ones own unaided
effort shortly turn 1t into an -immac-
| ulate place wherein ladies may walk
as over a parlor floor. -
These are. of course, the durable
satisfactions OF the crafts. Manual
dexterity, although it requires brains.
does not use certain cells much used
in vocations that depend for their
success upon the constant evolutionS
and gyrations OF said cells.
X x x
Your white collar man" viii find
soothing diversion, then, in painting
his house. He may not be able to do