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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 30, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 11',
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HAVE YOU EVER STOPPED TO THINK HOW FEW
OF US ARE REALLY GAME?
BY JANE WHITAKER
For me no niche in the Hall of Fame; !
Just put on my tombstone: "He died game!"
Do you ever think how few of us are really "game"? I do not mean i
in the big dangers, when heroes rise above the consideration of self-preserv-tjon,
but in the little things of life, in' the every day worries?
I know that very many times I have been ashamed of my own coward
ice in the little things. I have been ashamed that I whined over trifles and
I have made big "resolves that the next time any trouble or worry came,
I was going to be game and grin and bear it.
But somehow the next time is always ahead of me and the-cowardice
is always in the present.
I called on a woman the other day who has been guilty of what might
be termed an indiscretion. It was not an actual sin, and if it were never
discovered she could probably forget it as an incident foolish, undoubted
ly but just an incident.
But it is in danger of being discovered, and its discovery means that the
incident will be magnified into a crime.
She dabbed at her eyes wth a moist handkerchief all the while I talked
"Oh, what shall I do?" she moan
terrible, but it is what people will
say." "You know you were taking a
chance when you did it, didn't you?"
"Oh, yes," she moaned, "but I
never thought anyone would see me.
It was just dumb luck that it should
have been Harry's mother who
There wasn't any use talking to
her. I wanted to tell her to he game
and tell Harry just how it happened
and how little there was to it, but I
knew it would be no use. She was
willing to take a chance by doing a
thing that might be misconstrued,
but she wasn't game enough to take
And as I left her I thought of a
little girl of only 19 who was wonder
She hSd been receiving attentions
from a man whom she had promised
to marry, believing him single. But
one night his wife met them on the
street, and only the isolation of the
street saved them from a public scan
dal. The -wife did not wait to heal" the i
3. "It will ruin me, and it wasn't so
girl's story. She cut into that child's
heart with a b'itter tongue, and then
she went away with her cowardly
husband, and in the heat of her
anger and jealousy she -wanted to
give the story to the newspapers.
She knew hie slightly, so she sent
for me, and she told me the story in
such a fashion that the girl seemed
utterly depraved, but somehow I
wanted to hear the other side, also,
so I visited the girl.
As she came into the parlor and. I
stated my errand the scarlet flooded
her cheeks. '
"Oh,' you aren't going to put my
name in the papers, are you?" she
I knew at once that I would not,
but I begged her to tell me her side
of the story, and I thought I could
promise not to use her, name.
"There isn't much tb "tell,"' she
said. "I met him at the office. No
one knew anything about his private
life, and I did not dream for a mor
meut hat he was married, else' 1
would never' - u'