Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-10-12
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRAcEWELL.

The first Of anything is more ones
own.
LIES philosophy often boils down tc
this, that 1t shall be accepted as Il
comes, and with it the first.
Await not the perfect thing, but take
such as one finds, and perhaps 1t shall
turn out to be the best possible, after
all
Do the deed of kindness which pre-
sents itself. as it presents itself, anc
wait not for the chance to be hero.
Be heroic in the little things of every
day, and If perchance the opportunity
arrives of being a hero of real stature
: you will be big enough and brave enough
to go through with it.
Il \ \ y
He has happy outlook upon life who
believes that everything which he Sc.
lects is the best. A certain amount oil
conceit there may be in him, but it is 9
very human failing. The greatest anC
best men have been victims of it.
Doubt is two-edged sword With
frauds and Shams, bringing forth
truth and justice to the light o.
| day. With the other it sunders the
moral sinews of humanity, causing 8
womanish hesitancy.
To hesitate is to lose. Faint heart
never won fair lady. If the preliminary
investigation has been made carefully
there is no reason for hesitating at the
showdown.
Close the eyes, count three, and cry
This one!"
Writers and painters, both of whom
strive for perfection, know that otter
too much polishing takes the life out oil
fhnfr A Go fn1 Rva
ished, as it were. A painter who rub:
out to make better often makes worse
Authors shrink from too much revamp-
ing of their stories, knowing that GER
tain virility went with the first draft. II
Is a question whether the superpol-
ished Mime. Bovary'' is as great move
as "L'ASsommoir. The first draft was
not good enough for Flaubert; Zola
reeled his story off sheet after sheet
without ever looking at them again.
In matters of everyday choice, such
as most people are called upon to make
constantly, too great a seeking for per.
lection leads to disappointment, because
there Is always remembrance of the
rejected. Time paints it in glowing COL
ors. Furthermore, ordinary selections
or choices, depend so much upon the
other fellow. And one can never b.
sure when much depends upon others
No sooner has one rejected one article
and selected another, than the former
takes on hues it perhaps never possessed
such Is the flair of the human spirit fol
torturing itself. Those who indulge mos
in this self-torture are the very one.
who most twist and turn in their select.
ing. In their eagerness to get the most
for their money, the best tone, the clear
est colors, they throw away the neal
perfection in their hands for a possible
radiance.
Usually the latter fails expectation. II
soon becomes apparent that the new
one is not any better than the old
Much haggling has taken the bloom of
the peach. The radio one sent back
fingers in memory as the best toned
Now that 1t has fallen down the steps
one is faced with the realization that
what might have been sitting in ones
living room is now piece of junk. AS
time passes the memory Of that tone be-
comes more vivid. One sees a process
sion Of radio sets, but none possesses the
beauty of the thing one might have had
The first choice is always the best.