Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 305, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 December 1915 — TROUBLE [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

TROUBLE

By KIN HUBBARD.

If we kin believe everTraddy we talk to ther hain’t nothin’ that’s as equally distributed in this life as trouble. Ev•r'buddy’s got it. If it hain’t thrust on ’em they go out an’ hunt fer it till they find it. Sometimes a feller’ll worry along fer weeks without any an’ then he’ll git in a whole batch. Trouble finds its way int’ th’ tall, stately mansion among th' elms an’ th’ humble cot in th’ dumps. Th’ smilin’ grafter, th’ well-groomed man o’ wealth, th’ fat, glossy loafer that stands in th’ pool room door an’ th’

tired shoveler with ten children all have ther troubles. We see a prosperous lookin’ feller whlzzin’ by 1 in a luxurious tourin’ car an’ we think how happy he must be. It never occurs t' us that he may be goin’t’ th’ depot t' meet a lot o’ relatives, er has list paid two dollars t’ have a valve ground. People who act th’ happiest may have th’ most troubles. A feller may be all life an’ sunshine in th’ presence o’ his associates an' brood when alone because he looks like th' devil —in a dress sulL A gushin’ society belle may be th’ queen o’ her Bet an’ still weep bitter tears because she's got a mole in th’ wrong place. A husband may eat a hearty supper an’ chat

pleasantly with members o’ his house* hold an’ then jump in th’ river t’ keep from meetin’ a note. A wife may be. surrounded by every luxury t’day an' leave a note in th’ mornin' sayin’, . "I’ve gone t’ Seattle.” Trouble is Jist a part o’ th’ scheme o’ life an’ no home seems t’ be complete without its errin’ son er daughter, its mortgage, its poverty, er a calamity o’ sqme sort. Trouble softens us. It disturbs that feelin' o' selfish security that’s all too likely t’ develop with a fairly good job er a little easf

money. Trouble is a great leveler an* a wonderful conceit diminisher an’ ft seems t’ make a specialty o' hittin’ th’ high places. Fer how often we see folks readin’ th’ help wanted ads t’day that were frownin’ down on us from th’ dizzy peaks o’ prosperity yisterday. So th’ fact that everTraddy has ther troubles should make us all th’ more reconciled t' our own. Lqt us study well th’ beautiful optimism o’ pom* Robert, th’ laborer, in th’ ole, undyin* third reader story, when he says: “Well, then I must sup t’night on an onion. Last night I had nothin’* It will make no difference with me t’morrow what I have had t’day,” So sayip’, he trudged on, sin gin’ as before. (Protected by Adam* Newspaper Service.*

"People Who Act th' Happiest May Have th’ Moat Troubles. A Feller May Be All Life an’ Bunshine In th’ Presence o’ His Associates, an’ Brood When Alone Because He Looks Like th’ Devil— in a Dress Suit."