Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 84, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 April 1919 — Through the Looking Glass [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

Through the Looking Glass

By EVELYN NESBIT

One Of, woman’s exclusive prerogatives is the right to have the blues.

A great many of us dote on the privilege, and spend hours in company with perfumed handkerchiefs, hours In a dim, dark corner, moping by ourselves. Never does the world appear more gloomy than when we look upon it from that dim, dark corner. If we were Ilt- . tie children someone would have the right to,spank us for Indulging

In this privilege. But being grown up, we may make outselves and others miserable and uncomfortable without hindrance. We may even invite sympathizers to participate in our feast of sniffles and tears. But stay a moment See the delicious wrinkles that creep up our noses and into our cheeks. See the dark circles under our eyes and the cold welcome w*e give to hubby when he comes home at night tired and overworked. Those are the after* effects that are sure to result from this feminine pastime. - We are then no better than the intoxicated man who stumbles horn® from the ginmill. And it all comes as a result of foolish self-indulgence that is no more praiseworthy than the self-indulgence of the drunkard. For you know we have not been sorrowing. Sorrow does not creep into the dim, dark corners and mope. We have merely had the blues. Drop your blues, ladies. They are a pose. Get out of your dim, dark corners—the sooner, the better—and look into the sunlight Qpen the windows wide and breathe deeply. Watch the glooms fade away. And if it happens to be raining, all the better. Inhale the delicious smell of the sky’s tears. If that’s not. enough to chasd the blues, get out into the open for fifteen minutes, rain or shine. some oxygen into your stupid hinga, and then buckle down to some real, live z work. You’ll mark the difference at once.