Evening star., 1935-07-06

While there might be some danger
Of making mistakes, surely none Of them
would be very serious. While some
persons might put one over on the
kindly person, now and then, in the
main the bulk of humanity only would
benefit from his attempt to be kind in
his judgments.
Every one, Templeton Jones thought,
might make q start by keeping in mind,
at least now and then, the possibility of
illness being to blame for grouchiness.
Many a case Of lust pure cussedness"
Is nothing but hurt somewhere.
Perhaps the very tissues Of the body,
In their dumb cellular way, have pre-
monitions, too.
The Joy and happiness Of life is not
for them. Something has gone wrong
with the chemical composition of the
blood, or something, and even the great
chemist cannot put 1t right.
Sullenness lies in the very centers Of
the corpuscles, like a hidden hurt.
How can the whole man, then, that
curious aggregation Of cells. tell life's
tale with gladness, when the hidden
hurt Of him cries out for ease and
surceaSe?
II we were to be charitable in this
preliminary judgment, and hold every
man III who wrongfully uses us, instead
Of writing him down an ass, Ia Shake
speare. we might in the end come to
some approximation Of that good esteem
we so easily hold Of ourselves.
We ought not to wait for the evident
signs Of illness, the declining weight, the
ashen brow, the mounting temperature,
the Fastening pulse. but see In the harsh
word and the unhappy eyes the real
evidences of sickness.
This attitude would lower the snooty
face, cause ones self-esteem to take a
downward tumble, elevate the regard
felt for others.
1t would put right things in their
correct place, remove injustice from the
position Of staggering aplomb.
Old man anger is still king of
mankind.
In the hundreds Of cases in which
most of us might judge more leniently,
anger flares forth, causing us to give
forth instant, harsh judgments.
Instead Of trying to believe the fellow
i'll, we find it more soothing to the
aforementioned aplomb to consider him
a mutt.
If at all possible, we look at him
angrily, because it is human to do it.
1t would be angelic, Of course. to con-
slider him ILL.,
If We thought him sick, we would
have to be sorry for him. and the anger
in us does not want us to be sorry
for him. It prods us on to forget if
we see. or not even attempt to see, the
possibility Of some fault or flaw in him
which makes him act or talk so.
We are willing to admit his big flaw,
but not the little ones which may be
the real cause of the big one.
Why is it that one must grow pale,
or fall over, or be carried hence on a
stretcher, before many persons will credit
one with illness? Surely the cult of
health has something disastrous in it,
when it deprives so many of the posi-
bility of looking with charity on their
fellows. Health is grand, health is
glorious, health is all the enthusiasts
say 1t is but Ill health and sickness,
Of one sort or another, are waiting at
the door for all, and he is wise who is
able to understand this, and profit by
it, both for himself, and those he loves.
and even for those he knows not and
loves not, yet would regard as COM
rades on q strange journey to land
he knows not.