The Wrangell sentinel., 1934-03-23

very livelihood of certain types of
weekly magazines. One of the best
of these is so vastly sophisticated,
forsooth, that the very traits in hui
mainly it processes to shun are its
very life-blood.
Without it's gentle sneering at the
commonplace of life, it would have
nothing at all to write about, and
especially nothing to picture.
Its pictures are the best things
about it, and many reader has
wondered what all the welter of
words around them meant, since
nobody ever seemed to read 'em.
The right sort of paper, whether
small town or city, is not ashamed
of the commonplace, the everyday,
the thousand and one small affairs
of life which go to make up the real
inner drama of living.
1t is enough to know that Tom
Making is helping Sam Doty this
week, that Mr.. and Mrs. Eli Hanson
spent the weekend with Mr.. and
Mrs. Spenders, that Old Man Thomp-
son is recovered from a bad cold.
The fact that every one is subject
now and then, to cold, bad or
otherwise, makes it none the less in
teresting to Old Man Thompson, and
it ought to make it all the more in
teresting to those who read about
him.
1t all depends upon the slant on
life which the reader takes, whether
he goes 'out" for interest, or lin"
for it, whether he believes that the
external happening is more interest
ing than the internal.
He who believes that what other
men say and what other men do is
the vastly interesting thing in life,
will never understand the man who
believes that what he, himself, does
is the important thing.
1t is the outer life against the in
ner life. He who looks into himself
for an Interpretation of what others
do will not put the same stock in ex-
ternals that the other type does, nor
will he be given to running after
other people to chronicle what they
do and what they say.
Every human being, whether in
city or ON farm, whether a peddler,
or a clerk, or an executive, belongs
to one of these two classes.
And the chances are that he will
be true to himself, whatever befall.
So they still have surprise par
ties" in the smaller places?
That's good.
Here was ]. Luffwell Smith, quiet
ly reading book in his home.
He had forgotten all about it be-
ing his sixty-second birthday, if he
had ever remembered it, when all at
once his friends descended upon him.
No time then to look foolish or
remember that he had on his feet the
old leather slippers he received on a
similar anniversary many years be-
foer.
Miss Mabel jenkins sang Should
Aud Acquaintance Be Forgot?' and
the Misses Hayemeyer played a duet
on the Smith piano.
A good time was had by all, in so
many words-the paper says so!
And why, in the name of heaven,
shouldn't it say so?
A good time was had-and by all,
too.
Keep an eye open, as you go about
town, for these smaller papers.
Each one of them is valiant SOL
der in the great republic of a free
press.
They mean, in the large, that
many men all over our great coun-
try are trying to tell their fellow
men just what is going on, for the
good of all.
They go "out" to get some of
what they tell, they go "in" Unto
their own minds and hearts) for the
rest of it, by way of Interpretation.
Old Man Thompson may have a
bad cold, the President may have a
cold we want to know how it af-
fects them, and we are glad to see