The Coolidge examiner. [volume] (Coolidge, Ariz.) 1930-current, 1939-02-16
MASS NOSTALGIA
BY DR.. Ircadia

or cigarette, nor does ne uIe III
the want of an old fishing pond he
once delighted in. He merely
Graves or misses that sort of thing
Nostalgia anchors its misery in
deeper realms than the superficial
1t sinks its burning, tormentlng
shafts into the most vital spots OF
the human soul. A man who SUI
fers from accute nostalgia is on the
road to tragic doom. He has lost
heart
Nostalgia is essentially malady
of the soul. 1t could be defined:
"A dolorous, painful attitude OF
longing on the part of the human
soul for something vitality necessary
to the realization of his happiness"
It is sad enough to encounter indi-
vidual instances of the malady, but
when whole communities, when
nation in its entirity shows the
ravages of the curse, it becomes
tragedy.
There never was a cycle In
American history when the country
exhibited such irrefutable symptoms
Of Mass Nostalgia Political and
financial wizards coined a smoother
word for the calamity. And in all
candor we must concede that DE
preston" rings more hopeful OF
eventual recovery than the dreaded
scientific term Nostalgia"
Comes along the unbribable, stern
recorder of facts . Time" =.
time, the fearless unveiler of all
hypocrisy and vain imaginings. In
1899 the so-called depression is
still rampant; our American cities
are still crowded with the un-
desirable phantoms of fatalistic dis
couragement, unemployment, power
ty, vagabondage. The game, so
deity, so defiantly played by the
wizards, is up!
I'VE. the People" are beginning
to open our eyes; we are beginning
to realize that what we suffer from
is not and never was a fugitive
case of temporary depression,
rather a suicidal epidemic of ma
tional nostalgia which may
eventually costs us our prestige
abroad and bankruptcy at home.
Depressions are of a fleeing,
temporary nature. Where is the
fleetingness of our American de-
preston to be detected? Or what
fool is ready to compare it with the
swiftness of tidal wave or the
protraeted season of rainy season
in an African Jungle?
Most of our American people
have lost heart. The life drums OF
our national urbanity are out of
tune with the cheerful rythm of
the Universal Spirit.
Those who have watched the
patriarchal faces of IsraePs weep
ing sons against the dramatic back
ground of Jerusalem's wailing walls.
have witnessed one of the most
realistic exhibitions of IN s
Nostalgia" ever made by a human
racial group.
A mere glance at the raw material
that surrounds our city should tell
the story Of its potentialities. Old
Egypt would have gloried in the
ownership of dam like ours, and
ne think can hear some of the
Tharaohs make strange, yet wise
utterances in their tombs, all the
while wondering why we are so
SOW in building imitation Pyramids
whose fame and fascinating at
fractions could be broadcasted
over the radio even unto the re-
hottest corners of the American
CONTINENT THE Coolidge Pyrmaids"
And why couldn't we start enter
tanning the vision of our own radio
station? After all, visions are Great
i've forces, so real, that they can
almost be rendered visible in our
labs.
We have some Of the finest little
churches in the country. A news
paper whose editor is eager to
encourage and herald our plans and
boost our enterprises. 1 had the
surprising pleasure of meeting more
intelligent, broadminded, educated
people in this little town during
three weeks of my stay here than
/ met in large cities where
fingered for year. say surprising
for was l not told that Coolidge
lay dying in the arms of a
disillusionned desert? -.
We have one of the very best