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Mill BjflMag WsMSg&mKg&tfM «nTO p ^s;a r?; o m Qtn /km *c.,;#i £cXUBUI 0q+ ._ iX0 0AKq PPU \ jagi^ou 9j^ n o^ v \udge’s Idea \ ?I kxMtSi >f Marriage MO s i By Robert Quillen- OU have read that A lexander,<$> the field because H u By Winifred Black ('ll ITA R R IA G E is a steel cage,” V 1 s&y& Judge Ben Lindsey o f Denver, Colo. ‘A nd three- ? ^ ,v&£a K'-im fourths o f the m arried p e o ­ple in A m er­ica are trying1 to g et out o f the cage.” S t r i k ing sentence, isn’t it? A nd how very m uch it d o e s n o t mean. W h i c h w ould y o u rather be in, tell m e true, :«jw m P§g| ?» £1 1i l1l m: Ya having m ade him self ruler o f civilization, sighed fo r other w orlds to conquer, and doubtless you have thought it a m yth. But human nature changes little w ith the passing of the centuries, and it is altogether probable th a t Alexander was unhappy fo r lack of some-th in g— if only another t r i ­umph. C onsider N apoleon, that little Italian from the island o f C or­sica, w ho occu pies m ore pages o f history than any oth er man. 'H E N he w as at the height o f his pow er, the em peror o f 8S8 *yjm ? ? ?N’?' SR’i Judge L indsey, a good safe, steel box, or a raging fire ? Judge L in dsey believes in trial m arriage. H e thinks people ought to be m arried for a w hile and see w hether they like it or not, and if not, go on and m arry .s o m ebody else— all so pleasant and frien dly and sm iling. H e feels so sorry fo r people w ho have to live together w hen they are not affin ities. H ow queer it is^—all these p eo­ple w ho w ant to break up m a r­riage and tear dow n the hom e al-* w ays act as i f they had a bran d-new idea, and w ere goin g to give birthdatyh pe rewseonrti.a as a glorious W hy, m y dear judge, the hum an ra ce know s all about fre e -lo v e and trial m arriage. It’s been tried out under every sort o f sky, from A frica to Greenland, and it has failed— utterly failed. T h at’s w h y som ebody had sense enough to invent m arriage. M arriage isn ’t a p erfect in sti­tution. It’s as full o f fau lts as__ as~ “Well, as hum an nature. People can’t have te m p e ri and sulks and w ills of th e ir own and vanities and follies and be p er­fectly happy, either m arried or unm arried. N ow , a s a m atter o f fact, in m ost cases m arriage is all right. The trouble is w ith the people w ho get m arried. x and mothers, sons and fathers, mothers and daughters, brothers and sisters, all have th e ir Trgrits and th e ir disagreements. I ve seen the tim e w hen I w anted to take m y fa v orite broth er and shake him till his teeth rattled; but I didn’t think W? s ' f,11 w ron g to have a ( ? roJ}ler at a *l» Just becau se this broth er w as stubborn and I had a tem per o f m y ow n. A home is an expense. C h il-dren are a bother. L ife its elf i* an a w fu l nuisance. L e t’s get (Copyright. 1927, Newspaper Feattir. Service, Inc.) continental Europe, possessed o f untold w ealth, the m ost fam ous and m ost feared o f men, w ooed b y fa ir w om en and courted by great men, his heart w as heavy w ith unhappiness. Y ou w ould think that he had all an y m an could ask for, but he hadn’t. T he things he cou ldn ’t have seem ed w orth m ore than all he possessed. H e w anted, first o f all, a leg iti­m ate son, and fa te had denied him that— though later it r e ­lented. E W A N T E D a v ictory over E n g l a n d and could n ot achieve it. H e w anted peace and a quiet hom e, and w as kept in the w orld feared him. T o have a hom e and children and a su fficien t incom e fo r all needs— h ow little' to ask! H ow m any m illions o f m en achieve it! Y et the w orld ’s greatest figu re sighed in vain fo r these things and sneered a t the pom p trinkets o f his court. and IF Y O U are an average man, it is true that m ore m oney w ould m ake y ou happier. It is all rot to say that m oney doesn’t brin g happiness. M illions are un ­happy fo r w ant o f a fe w things that a very little m on ey would buy. But all the money In the w orld couldn’t m ake you really happy. You still would sigh fo r things th a t money and power cannot provide. Y ou w ould w ant som e w om an ’s love, som e m an’s respect, greater height, m ore gracefu l m anners, better birth, a stron ger body, youth— s o m e t h i n g , a dozen things, beyond you r reach. IF Y O U aren’t w h olly happy, there is con solation in this:. Y ou have a s com p an y in you r plight all- the m en o f the earth. If the rest o f us can stand it, and yet con trive a t tim es to laugh, surely you can do as w ell. rAs NIGHT ON THE TRAIL. I sat on the mountainside The world was dark and still, I When the moon stole up the cafion And shone on a distant hill. It touched that hill with a splendor— Ah! if in words it might be told How each frowning peak and rocky crag Stood out like som< >f old I gazed with a silent wonder, A wonder tinged with awe, For never in all ray life Have I seen such Before. The moon rose higher still, The world was flooded with light. And gradually one by one My castles they faded from sight. 1111 Now the last was gone; I called my dog, And wearily shouldered my pack; But that glorious scene by the Master Had shortened a long, hard track. H. C. YOUNG, Hand mm. W sm m 1 isirofi KDHu WwM mm ? ? ? : ? i l l g i l l ia i m LISTEN, WORLD! Lov6 Is Eirth s Greatest Adventure stnd It Payi If mm m m By Winifred Black B y E L S IE R O B IN S O N OowtlfM. 1988. by King Feature* gyruit 8. Inc Hill H i i 'vII EH b r o k e —*h a ts o f use a < or 111 the in I'VE lived quite a number years without learning much, and most o f the Ideas I started with I*ve had to discard; but of one thing fra sure end I grow more certain of that one thing every d a y— It pays to love. I’ve never really loved yet with­out profiting by It. That d oesn ’t m ean that It has a lw a y s been easy to love— or sa fe— o r c o m fo r t-the carving hurts, but love a!- weys pays, no matter how great the hurt. The weary hours one Spends In loving and serving little children •-‘•the lonely hours one spends In loving a m an or woman-—ths humdrum hours one spends In loving a friend—the rankling hours that come if love is do-awl saA .1 I L