The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-10-11
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@Oh, forget itl" said big sister Jean to little sister Kate. You go on and on about not being asked to that party as though it mattered. Xouu be asked to other parties. Suppose ther ehadn't been any par ty, Then what?
 You and mother are always telling me to forget things, but I just can't forget. I wanted to go, and besides Martha was asked"
 "Well, Martha's aunt is some re- lation to the Blakes and you know very well that the Blakes have about 60 cousins right here in town. They had to leave out everybody that wasn't some sort of relation to Betty"
 "Katherine, you are so much like your father-always being offended about things nobody can help. Jean is like me-she sees reasons for everything. And there always is a reason. You have to learn that every day of your life is going to hold something that will mortify you and hurt you If you let it, my dear"
 Fleeing From Classroom Hurt
 The next day in school Kate was reprimanded for rubbing her spell ling paper. She filled up and cried and was further humiliated by her own tears and the knowledge that ev7.y child in the room was staring Es her. So that no one could men, ton 1t to her after school, She darted down side street and took around-about way home. Her nor tification would not wear itself out for a week and each night she would torture herself before sleep came with Imaginary things the other children were saying about her.
 Poor little Katie! There are so many children like her in the world, and so many grown-ups, too. Humiliation goes with a vivid imag- ination and its victim tortures him. self far more than the cause war rants. What can be done about 1t? What will help to smooth the path of these inferiority people and thicken their skins against the barbs of everyday existence?
 It sounds 50 futile to say, For get it," as Sister Jean advised Kate. But actually it is the only cure.
 Escape Sought in Oblivion
 A woman knew was cursed with 8 vulnerable soul; she said this: T have trained myself by almost superhuman effort to a definite thought when I suffer out of req son. Laugh if you like, but I in- vented a cloud. When I was cut to the quick, as rapidly as possible I conjured my cloud. It was like Q swing, and I sat on it and sailed through the air to soothing rhythm.
 T could not make my mind a vacuum, and found I couldn't concentrate on some other matter with that pain in my emotional vi- talS. But next to complete forget fulness came the rosy cloud. I can't explain it, but think each one of us representative people has to find some such panacea for a hurt. It isn't quite Substitution and not quite 'forgetfulness,' but a Eo.t of combination of both. After I Lave been on a journey in rosy space, I find I can face actuality without too much suffering"
 With children I think that nasty substitution or deep interest in something else helps. But one can not always be there with the bro- mide in a crisis. AS they get older, they will find their own antidote for hurt feelings. Perhaps not so Unusual as a cloud, but some way known only to themselves that will help to assuage the slight, the rep ri:c....ind and the failure.
 Copyright, 1885, NEA Service, Incl