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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 18, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 5

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Did you ever have the brightness of a day of sunshine blotted out for
' you so that it seemed dark and bleak and gloomy just because you had met
and talked to some one who was soured on life? ,
And though you pitied them and wanted so much to be kind, inwardly
. you rebelled at their lack of faith in anything, at their Inability to see any
good in .life or anything worth while.
They are like a black scourge these people who are soured on life.
They seem to drag you down into some rank tangleweed until the twitter
of the hungry little sparrow that hasn't yet found ar crumb no longer speaks
of faith; until the ragged little children swaying their bodies to the music of
a street organ no longer breathe of hope; until the light on the face of a
tired man plodding with heavy tread toward his home where his wife and
children wait no longer means courage; until everything in the world seems
just a batch of sour dough.
It isn't that life is really what these people say it is; it is only that they
have lost the even balance.
Sometimes it is because they have lived in the shadows too much until
they have ceased to look for the sunsliine and believe and try to make
others believe that the world is shut in with a black pall of eternal night.
Sometimes it is that they have cultivated a morbid taste in literature
that has led them to read the out- I
pourings of diseased brains that
never held a level balance and never
portrayed anything but their own
morbid fancies.
Sometimes it is because they have
taken too seriously the cant of men
and women whose profession it is to
teach hatred of all things even while
they are enjoying life themselves.
But whatever may be the cause,
there is no doubt that the people who
are soured on life spread discontent
and unhappiness.
If you speak to them of your re-
ligion, whether it be an- orthodox
'w faith or a modern belief, they will
laugh you to scorn and ridicule your
i most sacred traditions, but if you ask
them to give you something in place
of the faith they would take from
you, you find their coffers are empty.
They can only destroy, they cannot
If you admire a man or woman
who is successful, you are promptly
told that the success is due to trick
ery. If you commend a political power
they will try to convince you that it
is corrupt from the ground up, and if
you offer as its substitute another
political propaganda founded on a
greater idealism, they will proceed to
throw that in the same scrap heap
with the other.
If you disagree with them, they
mock your ignorance, and if you
agree with them they promptly dis
agree with themselves by the very
token that they can find joy in noth
ing. And yet it is not the fault of life
or of the people in the world. In every
thing there is more that is good than
there is that is evil.
There is more of joy in 'life than
there Is of sorrow; there is more of
laughter than there is of tears. If
that were not so, we would not take
it for granted that people are happy
and only find it worthy of mention
when they are sad.
It is simply that the people who are
soured on life have lost their per
spective, if it is not that they wilfully
distort every good thing to make it
appear evil
None of us are willing to relin-

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