Jasper County Democrat, Volume 14, Number 81, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 January 1912 — Girl Moper [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

Girl Moper

Ought to Bring Herself Back to Earth

By BLANCHE BRUCE

HAT poor girl moper who goes around wedging wormwood into yoiir views because; Miss Gild was born with a gold 'spoon in her mouth and you weren’t, or because the general divine* scheme of things has queered you frdm way back, pr because some darling of fortune can carry around poodles while you must tote bills and order books—that moper ought to bring herself to task Before she goes to the ash heap or under the tube roses. . ■' ■ The “Brushwood Boy” and “William the Conqueror,” two

stories we have surely heard of some time, considering the fame of their author, can best give you a new relish. for work if you have lost it through moping. The n^un., people in these stories are all keen on the joy of fheff~f&cilities. Some of them even love their work first and their sweethearts afterwards. Then that delightful story of the faithful and conscientious Jane Eyre, and that uplifting one in which Maggie Tulliver, who never has the things she would have, has such a wonderful gift for self-sacrifice. And no books are quite so cheering and instructive to the worker as Dickens’ novels, in which we are always taken to the heart of work houses and poor houses and all kinds of trades and industries and Brought next to people who have things to contend with like ourselves. / The best way to get away from your own mistaken views is to read those of others. But there is still another way for the girl moper who suffers with decrepit standpoint. A stenographer who used to mope because she wasn’t the manager and" who had too many dreams in her head that wouldn’t materialize got a turn in the right direction one cold winter morning. A half-frozen woman with two little children accosted her just as she left the snug warm apart* ment of her mother, herself well protected against the wind in a -new fur coat.

After she had heard the woman’s story and called her mother to attend to her comfort she watched a vision in costly furs and billowy plumes carry her poodle across a little snowdrift and hug him to her pretty self. This gave her another turn. When she reached the office, she didn’t mope. She only reveled in her ability to <l6 the chief’s correspondence unaided, and reckoned that if fortune ever •smiled on her in the shape of a real, rich husband she would give more of her time to paupers than to * poodles. ’