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NELL BMNKLEY
The Saddest Word and the Gladdest Word—"Good-bye" and "Hello
I KNOW lots of folks who won't say it—that saddest word—
"goodby." "Adieu," they say, and "adios," "farewell" <
and "so long," "auf Wiedersehen" and "aloha," "until the
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next time" and "be good"—but not "goodby."
Under the word "goodby" the sun seems dim. Birds droop c
and do not sing. The heart beats slow and heavy and the tern
BEATRICE FAIRFAX
AM engaged to be married to a
I gentleman some years my se
nlor," writes Lillian May, "and
a short time ago he invited me to
meet his relatives, who live some dis
• tance from my home. On the trolley
car a gentleman gave me a seat while
my fiance stood before me talking. It
was near the entrance of the car door,
and the conductor, coming along, said.
Move up front, there,' to my escort,
who paid no attention, but continued
his conversation with me. The con
ductor, returning, and seeing his com
mand unobeyed, gave my friend a
I ' above with his arm, saying. Didn't I
J tell you to move up?* at which my es
* ' cort, burning with wrath, proceeded,
* with well directed blows, to beat the
conductor. In an instant the car was
in a panic, aad I alone sat calm,
l thinking, 'That is the man I am to
marry.'
"Some days later, as I was consid
ering whether or not to break the
engagement on this account, I brought
the matter to the attention of a friend,
» who disputed With me, saying that
such a man is manly and to be
admired, and would protect me
through life. I hojd that such a man
Is uncouth and low and common, and
I would, like to know whether you
would advise breaking the engagei
ment or not."
The best husband I ever knew Was
a man who, on one cocasion, got into
a serious fight in. a crowd because
some one shoved him. This is not
told With the intention of proving
that the pugilistic man, the man who
• ) carries a chip on his shoulder, is the
i I one with the makings of tbe best
if' husband in him. I tell it, rather,
tor the purpose of assuring Lillian
May that thrs llttie Incident is not a
: keynote to his character, and that if
jggt condemns, her lover and gives him
up because of thit* unfortunate <Ua
The Call's Magazine and Fiction Pages
A Pugilistic Protector
play of temper, she may go through
life unwed, or select for her compan
ion a man so unlike her present fiance
that his answer to a knockdown blow
will be to brush off his clothes and
beg the pardoh of the one who floored
him.
XO PROOF
The display of temper was unfor
tunate and ill advised, but it does not
prove that the man !»' "uncouth, low
and common." There Is some justifi
cation for his behavior and every man
who has been addressed by a street
car employe as if he were one of a
number of dumb cattle being prodded
and driven into a pen will be quick
to see it.
The conductor's intentions were
within his rights. His manner wasn't
This man resented It. We all resent
such treatment every hour of the
day, but remain silent. It is part of
the price we pay for the privilege of
living In a large cMy where we' are
crowded and pushed and shoved till
all dignity and Individuality are
crowded and shoved out of us.
"As a man thinketh, so he is," and
this makes a pugilist of every man.
and the longing occasionally to be
oil-, of every woman, for every self
refcpecting man and woman, with a
backbone and a regard for his or her
rights; as well as for the rights of
others, occasionally longs to take a
punch at some one whose manner Is
insulting, or who digs with a sharp
elbow, or jabs with an umbrella.
Seir-respect has saved the skin of
many an offender, and, unfortunately,
his skin is saved so often by those
who refuse to be mixed up in a brawl
that, he grows more and more offens
ive and does not know when he haa
passed the.dividing line between his
rights and the rights of others until
some quick tempered individual like
Lillian May's lover shows him.
We are alj so many children with
THE SAN FRANCISCO CALE, MONDAY, SEPTEMBER T, 19T3.
pies ache and tighten. The blue sky films with gray. Every face
. that turns our way and passes on seems to hide tragedy. Every
body else in the world, seems like, is saying goodby, too.
i And we watch them with tenderer eyes since we are bidding
some one farewell. After goodby there is nothing to do, no
place to go, no one to see. The world seems bigger and suddenly
wiped bare of beauty. We are afraid!
our textbooks before us. The con
ductor needs to learn that a gracious
manner will do more than one that is
offensive and that firmness is not the
twin, of rudeness.
LIMITATIONS
The quick tempered lover has neg
lected the lesson on self-control. The
blow is- a poor argument. The man
who pushes his way through life with
his fists never gets very far with his
brains.
And even Lillian May. a shy, dig
nified little maid, with a commend
able shrinking from publicity, is
among those who. having left their
school days behind them, are taking
in the painful school of experience a
postgraduate course.
She Is too quick to condemn, too
harsh to a man whose saving grace
is his love for her; she is too un
charitable. She has yet to learn that
the way to make a man better is to
think he is better than he is. No man
was ever made honest by being called
a thief.
To tell this man he is "low, uncouth
and common" will lose Lillian May a
lover, and make him what she de
scribes him.
I hope she will tell him that she
doesn't like his display of temper. He
needs a reprimand, but he is not
guilty of a crime.
If the messenger of love has a
saucy, independent manner, and is
quick to take offense, and resent it,
it should be remembered in his favor
that the impetuous heart is often the
warmest Quick to nght for himself,
he would be quicker to protect the
woman he loves.
There is a dividing line between
ruffianism and chivalry, and time,
which so soon cools the blood, will
teach him, „
~ Nell Brinkleu Sam
Contributors to This Page
NELL BRINKLEY is the mast fascinating artist in black and
white in the newspaper field. She is whimsical, romantic,
quaint, and as a delineator of girls her work » irresistible.
BEATRICE FAIRFAX knows human nature and can write
of it as few women can. Her contributions to this page will
be varied from day to day, taking up, at times, aspects of
society and giving, also, advice to the lovelorn.
WILLIAM F. KIRK is famous as the creator of Little Bobbie
and The Manicure Lady. In addition to the humor of the
Little Bobbie series, Mr. Kirk will frequently contribute verse.
FRANCES L. CARSIDE will write frequently of "Daysey
Mayme and Her Folks" Any one with such a name as
"Daysey Mayme" is sure to be comic.
-:- Little Bobbie's Pa -:-
WIFE sed Pa to Ma last nite, you
have joined so many wlmmen's
clubs that I have got the feever
now & I have Joined a club too. I
have joined the Globe Trotters.
You don't say as much, sed Ma *
wen did you discover that you was a
Jolly rover?
Oh, I have traveled far & wide
enuff to beelong to that club, sed Pa.
I know this country like a book.
But globe trotters meens men that
has been all oaver. Ma sed. It meens
men that has been in South America
& Asia St Africa & Europe A all the
strange, far places of the wurld.
Well, sed Pa. I always remember
my Jography pritty well A I guess I
can maik as good a bluff as any of
them.
I am afrade not, sed Ma. I never
seen one of these atlas travelers yet
that dident gtt tripped up at some
time or other. However, Ihoap you
will have sum good times, & as long
as you doant talk it into yure hed to
run away to Europe with the restless
gang you have Joined, I wont say a
word-
That is fine of you sed Pa tt by the
way, sed Pa, X want you St little
But EVERYBODY will say "HELLO!" They don't go
q hunting round for another word, any other word, so they can sort
of slide by the plain, potent English. Under the short, keen, glad-
O dest word, the sun and sky are gold and blue. If it rains, why then
we suddenly like rain. Under our tight jackets the heart beats.
O high and fast and bursting big. Every face that turns our way,
seems like it had good news and blinds us.
Bobbie to lissen to the ending of a
long speech wlch I am going to malk
at our first bankwet of the Globe
Trotters.
As long as it is only the ending of
the speech, Ma sed, we will both
lissen, but pleese doant start the end
ing to neer the mlddel. I am very
tired tonite &so is our llttel son. Go
ahead.
So Pa red:
And so, as we are gathered here to
nite travelers all, roamers forever,
there is no peace for us in remaining
stagnant. The little hamlet, the large
city, the wild plains, no one of these
places appeals long to the gypsy blood
in us. As sons of Romany we roam,
and shall roam. Whether we are graz
ing upon tbe highest peaks of the
cordileraa or the awful gulfs of the
Himmalayas, whether we roam the
pampas or skim the seething South
Sea, whether we see at nite the stars
of Arizona or the sun that gilds the
domes of Pekln, whether we are
perched with thirst on the Sahara or
cold and shivering along the banks of
j Russia's lordly Beresina, w* shall re
emember this<-nlte wen for once-we
Daysey Mayme and Her Folks
THE great need of every home, ac
cording to the princess in it, is
some means whereby the earning
capacity of father could be doubled.
Daysey Mayme Appleton is a prin
cess, and, like all princesses, she let
her subjects do the worrying. If
things cost more, then father should
earn more, and after carefully dust
ing a place on the carpet where her
mother could have her daily fit on
returning from market and finding
further advances in prices, she felt
that she had done her full duty.
All her life she had had to curl one
hair to make it do the work of two,
and the experience had made her an
economist.
are banded together with the band ef
brotherly luv.
No city has known us long. Strang
ers we cum and strangers we go.
Like the meteor that flashes earth
ward from the empyrean, like the
strange, ghastly iceberg that glides
out of the frozen North, like the
Westering sun that dips behind the
Pacific, we are and then we are not.
As elusive as a sunbeam, as fluttering
as a twilight shadow, we flit through
life and thus we live and love.
Well, well, sed Ma, you are a bunch
of shifty guys, arent you? I doant
see what time you have to love or live
wen you are scooting around from
pillar to post. Anybody would think
thare was a sheriff after every one of
you.
But how do you like the speech?
sed Pa.
It la splendid, sed Ma. Tou have rote
It Just as if you was a real globe
trotter, but I want you to bare one
thing in mind, deerest luv. Wen the
wander feeling cums oaver you. think
of a wife St child wlch la going to be <
adjacent to you wen you start for the
j far places of the erth. Bobbie A I :
can globe trot fast enuff to keep up i
with you, old boy, sed Ma.
I know It, sad Pa. I wud have to be '
a champeen trotter to lose you.
t f—WIhUAM. F. KllUjC '
If, maybe, a sad one lifts out of the glad ones, we forget it
0 soon. Because we are saying "Hello." And if there's a bird sing
ing anywhere we hear it. There is so much to do, so much to
0 see, so many folks to like. The world seems suddenly like a rose
and "full," as sweet tempered R. L. S. says, "of a number of
othings." . . . *j 1
And we are not afraid.
• i ! . i 1
She felt the other day that she;
owed herself some great Joy, and
realized that the securing of it must
not prove a drain on her pocket
So she put on her split skirt with
out a curtain underneath, proving
that she applied economic principles
in the smallest detail of her attire,
and left the house.
Her destination was away down
town, and it was plain from the ex
terior of the little one story build
ing she entered that her errand was
neither for ribbons nor chocolates.
Passing into an anteroom she was
detained for five minutes till an at
tendant gave word that she would
be received. Dark red curtains hung
between the doors connecting the
rooms, and at the sound of a silvery
YOU ARE INVITED TO VISIT
OUR ENLARGED STORE
SHREVETREATcS EACRET
136 GEARY STREET
GEMS, SILVER
21
QAHEnP.SEIYISS
BEATRICE FAIRFAX
NELL BRINKLEY
tinkling bell Daysey Mayme parted
tha curtains and entered.
Twenty minutes later she emerged,
her cheeks pink with excftement, and
her eyes glowing with happiness.
"There is nothing in this talk of
the high cost of everything!" she
said exuitingly at dinner that ntght.
"I went down town this afternoon
and bought three lovers, two hus
bands, five beautiful children, a Jour
ney across the water, another across
the land, two dark complected friends,
four rivals, one enemy who will try
to injure me* but who will be van
quished, and a noble millionaire who
will die soon and leave me his vast
estates, all for Ten Cents!"
Bhe had her fortune told!
—PRANCES I* GARS IDE.

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