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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (April 12, 1923)
Adele Garrison * “My Husband’s Love” The Question Vital to Her Happiness With Dicky, and to All Who Are Married, Which Madge Had to Ask Herself, Is there some mysterious, magical thing which lies at the heart of every marriage that is completely happy? This is the question which tugs at my heart strings as I look back to the long ago perfect wedding day and honeymoon which were Dicky’s and mine. And then there comes to me the memory of the phrase which on my wedding day I wrote in the little diary that never has left me—to which I have devoted an hour each day since we were married—my “thinking hour" my little mother used to call it. To give the full flavor of that phrase, I shall copy here the sentences which preceded it: I do not know what has come to me. I worship Dick. He sweeps me off my feet with his love, his vivid personality overpowers my more com monplace self, but through all the be wildering Intoxication of my engage ment and marriage, a little mocking devil, a cool, cynical, little devil, is constantly whispering in my ear: “ ‘You fool, you fool, to imagine you can escape unhappiness! There is no such thing as a happy marriage!’ ” Swiftly my mind sweeps back over the joys and the sorrows of the years which lie between the hour I wrote that sentence and this instant. Dicky Insisted I give up my work, and against all my convictions I yielded k to his wishes, only to go back to work when the war took him away, to find the money I needed and to have a sedative for the heartache of loneli ness, I returned for a time to the teaching I gave up when I became Dicky's wife. So I know that the magic I am seeking lies not in work of my own. Madge Is Perplexed. The coming of our adorable son seemed to promise that his lips would lisp the magic secret. Yet unhappi ness even more poignant than before his sunny smiles lighted our home, has been mine in moments of deep sadness. Is the fault mine alone that we have missed the magic formula of per fect happiness? Is it Dicky’s only? Are we equally at fault? Or Is there reed of constant adjustment—daily battling with self—to find the never abiding but always-to-be-grasped hap piness for which our hearts yearn? Or— My mind wanders over the lives of my own little mother, now dead and gone, and my father still haunted by the memory of moments which ho Will always regret. Dicky's mother—dear Mother Gra ham—loyal, never complaining about any hour of her years with Dicky's father, now dead, and yet sometimes watching me with sympathetic, un derstanding eyes. Katherine and Jack Bickett—how sure I was that they would find to gether perfect peace! She seemed Ideally constituted to bring enduring happiness to the cousin foster-brother, who once had asked me to be his wife, and with whom at times I had be lieved I might find true happiness. But Jack Is far away on business, and Katherine—because of his unrea sonable command that she immure herself in loneliness—secretly took up some vital government work under the direction of Lillian Underwood and brilliantly finished it. Lillian and Harry Underwood—how strange It seems even to link their names! Is Lillian's real reason for not divorcing Harry, coldly separated and poignantly unhappy as they both have been for so long, her desire not to bring her little daughter's name —dear little Marlon—into divorce pro ceedings? Much as Lillian loves Rob ert Savarin—perfectly as he worships her—does Lillian fear to chance again the hazards of happiness in marriage even with her ideal lover? Alfred and Leila Durkee, so recent ly wedded and yet sometimes so strangely restless in their happiness —why? * Why? This is the word as small as a grain of dust, and yet as big as the earth, which shines before my eyes as though writ in letters of fire! And then there comes this saving thought: Like nil the rest of life Itself, mar riage demands of those who would make it a success, forgetfulness of the faults of the other. Is the root of unhappiness the fact that we who marry so thoughtlessly, so ardently and so eagerly, idealize the loved one and then are plunged into the nether most depths of woe when the be loved proves but human? Into my heart another thought sinks, and I ask myself this ques tion: Is there in every marriage a time when each one asks: “Is it worth the effort to try to keep my wife’s, my husband's love?” An Unexpected Call. With the fierceness X would thrust away a dagger aimed at the heart of the son both Dicky and I adore, I thrust this thought from me when first it rose into my mind. Yet It re turns again and again—but I push It from me with the cry I gave upon our marriage day and set down In my little book: “I will be happy! I will! I will!” Today the prospects seem brighter than they have shone in many weary months. Out from the shadows of un happiness caused by Dicky's Inno cently silly escapade with Claire Fos ter, so perfectly proper that no one save a jealous wife could look at It with eyes capable of finding a real fault—out from the black shadows of terror which engulfed my father, Katherine, Lillian and me, and even swept Dicky into their menace for a time—we have come to quiet, peace ful, happy hours, which seem like the Messed days of a honeymoon returned to bless anew. worn out with the problems of those days before Lillian and my father and Allen Drake captured the gang In the Interests of the govern ment, still shocked by the surprising escape of Grace Draper from the net so carefully spread, Dicky and I have taken a wee furnished apartment In the heart of the city. It's a strange little place, and yet already it bears the charm of home. Unlike the farmhouse with Its wide expanse of rolling fields and far hori zon of the blue of the never-placld sea, Its floods of sunlight, and Its solitude upon the lonely countryside, this home looks out upon a bustling street. Brick and mortar, steel and stone, asphalt pavements and the roar of never ending traffic fill the eyes which look from these windows and throng the ears that cannot shut out the ceaseless sounds. Here sunshine seldom enters, each makes sunshine for—* An unfamiliar knock sounding on the apartment door interrupted me. When I had crossed the living room and the little hall traversed by three steps or less, and had opened the door, there stood a woman whom I had seen, but had never met before. Her ample, yet still pretty figure was wrapped In a brilliant blue ki mono, on which Japanese embroidery flaunted great birds and'^lossoms of pink, yellow and black. Above her chubby face—so child like and yet so calculatingly wist!—was piled a riot of bleached yellow hair over eyes ns In nocent as those of a child, and yet as sharp as one who holds the wis dom, all tha goodness and the wick edness of the world compressed with in their compelling, lovely depths. “Say! Pardon me, for running in so unexpected neighborlike—I live in the back apartment—my kitchen's right next to yours. The smell of the dinners you cook that nice looking husband o' yours Just wafted through the wail and—m'm—they told me you were the kind of woman who would like doing a neighbor a favor. I al ways said that one wife can tell how good another wife is Just by smell ing her cooking, and this minute my eyes tell me I'm right. Say, dearie—” “Teach Mo the Way—" "What can I do, for you?” My tone was perhaps more business like, mors cold than I thought. “Well,” • her keen eyes met mins firmly and a twinkle lit them for an instant. “Lend me an onion, will you, dearie?” "Of course,” I smiled, left her standing there, obtained what she usked, and returned Just In tlms to see her shift from where she had leaned against the door—and perhaps from craning her very short neck—to take In all the details of our home. “Here you are,” I said as sweetly as I could manage under the circum stances. "Are you sure there's noth ing else—” "That’s dandy! Nothing more to day.” Her voice held a little laugh ing lilt. "I'll bring Its sister back some day I got more time and make a longer call. S’long!” Back at my desk, head on arms folded across the fragile shelf on which I write, eyes searching the slit of blue sky that X can see from here when I turn my eyes upward and hold my head Just so, I cry: "Teach me the way to happiness! Disclose unto me the magic which lies at the heart of every marriage that is completely happy! I will be pa tient—I shall seek—pray God that I shall findl” Burgess Bedtime Stories By THORNTON \V. BURGESS. I Johnny Chuck’s Keelings. Pity one who can but wait In helpleaineaa approaching tat*. —Johnny Chuck. Johnny Chuck's first feeling when he was safely up in that tree and 1 looked down at Bowser the Hound was one of. relief mingled with trl-1 umph. Bowser couldn’t get him, and he knew It. He could afford to grin down at Bowser, lie tingled all over with the joy of having actually climbed a tree. More than once he had thought he could climb If he really tried, but until now he had never known positively that he could. But after a while the persistent bark ing of Bowser got on Johnny's nerves. Then when Sammy Jay und Blacky the Crow discovered him und added their voices to the racket that Bowser HX«, Blift* So It wu that he discovered Fanner Brown’s Boy coming down the lying Lane. was making Johnny began to grow anxlotla. Ho understood perfectly that, though he was safe from Bow ser, he was at the name time a pris oner. So long as Bowser was at the foot of that tree he must remain a prisoner. Ho couldn't leave, no mat ter how much he wanted to. Now, Johnny Chuck Is rather a re tiring person. He doesn't like too much attention. He wants to be where he can get out of sight when he feels like it. Perched up in a tree as he waa, he was altogether too plainly in sight. So his feeling of triumph and relief gave way to a feel ing of worry, and this feeling grew with every passing minute. Now and then he looked anxiously this way and that way, to see If all that noise was attracting the attention of others. So it was that he discovered Farmer Brown’s Boy coming down the lying Lane before Bowser knew anything about It. Johnny Chuck's heart sank and sank and sank and sank. It seemed to sink a little bit lower with every step Farmer Brown's Boy took. For a long time Johnny had looked on Farmer Brown's Boy as a friend. But that was when he, Johnny, was where he could dive down Into his home at the least sign of unfriendli ness. Now he must Btay right where he was. and he knew that he would be at the mercy of Farmer Brown'* Boy. Farmer Brown's Boy could climb. Johnny Chuck had seen him do It more than once. Nearer and nenrer drew Farmer Brown’s Boy, and Johnny shook more and more with fright. The worst of It was there wasn't a thing he could do about It. He must stay right where he was. Perhaps you can guess how he hoped that Farmer Brown's Boy wouldn't look up In that tree. That was a foolish hope. Of course, Farmer Brown's Boy was bound to look up In that tree because Bowser himself was looking up In that tree all the time and making It perfectly plain that there was some one up there. "I guess this Is the end,” thought Johnny mournfully as Farmer Brown's Boy stopped at the foot of the tree and looked up. If he hadn’t been so badly frightened he would have had to grin at the look of sur prise on Farmer's Brown's Boy's face when he discovered who It was that was up in that tree. But Johnny was too frightened to grin. Yes, sir, he was too frightened to do anything like that. Never had he felt so help less. He couldn't run; he couldn't fight; he couldn't do a thing. Then Farmer Brown's Boy spoke, and somehow the very tonek of that voice made Johnny Chuck feel a wee bit better. A tiny hit of hope sprang up In the heart of Johnny Chuck. It grew as Farmer Brown's Boy made no attempt to do anything to him. Then as Farmer Brown’s Boy turned and started away, taking Bowser with him, Johnny Chuck's heart almost burst with gladness and thankful ness. (Copyright, 1921.) The hext story: “Johnny Chuck’s Bitter Disappointment.” Beatrice Fairfax Problems That Perplex How to Kntertain Him. Dear Miss Fairfax: What shall I do when a young man fomes to spend the evening with me? I met a nice young man at a dance and he said he would like to see me again. 80 I asked him to come up to spend an evening some time. And a week later he telephoned and asked If I were going to be home. That sounded as If he were Interested enough to be my friend if I knew how to go about ; making a friend of him. I've a nice little home which I share with my mother and younger BARNEY GOOGLE-- IT’S THE FATAL FIFTH FOR BARNEY. Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Billy DeBeck (Copyright, 1*21 ) SPARKY, WAIT HPRE XfA (SOiNCa IN. AND SEE I ip vie can negotiate A HANDOUT ^SWHV £ ■ NOT * VWERE STARVTNfrj^/Ml OH.BABX. ^ Kit Fwt— Sjilwfc. W. -- f MT FRIEND. X ^ I WANT YOU To MEET \ / (JET OUT’ -I ME » IM MR. CiooilE,\ Of HERE BEfo**e\ lR4k. A W\GH CLASS 1 Yowe on Tue. ] h| (Sentleman who *jLV enl> of my / If»|j rs Suffering jfl \ Poor FOR The '/jan r /il. __^ HHBBSK Youse The. Firm Bun WHO« BEEN MERE TOOAV! BRINGING UP FATHER-u.s'ffirs,*.. Drawn for The Omaha B« b, McManu. (Copyright, !»::.) ho-hom: i'm gonma HIT the HAY early AJS' git a good GOOD hichT I DAOD^’ MOTHER • I bEE BY THE T~ 1 1 WONOER paper that the Coal 1 (_^he. went HEAVERb BALL \ b TONtCiHT '——'?TTO &E-D? I'M bo GLAD THAT DAODY I bN T - <OlNG ' HE JUbT WENT TO CEO E*! I CEUEVE HE l b r-1-5/1*i CHANGING I oh: t'M SO CLAD YOU HAVE ^ RETIRED INSTEAD OF SNEAKJNij O OFF TO that HORRIO COAU HEAVER^ &A'LL' T°IS'C,HT' I-—| © !M» mr tHT-L PCATUM SOtVKI. INC. nT=n=c tiY GOLLY* I HAO FORCOTTEH THAT TOVSIGHT*b _ THE NIGHT'. C X. W--YC<eW . - iwm** _y lift]- V--/2 brother. Generally mother stays to meet a caller, sits and talks for 15 or 20 minutes and then smilingly says that she knows the young folks will excuse her if she goes to do some writing or reading, or something. So far so good. But the minute mother gets out of the room, things drag. I don't wnnw what to talk about. I'd feel .silly starting the phonograph and acting as if I couldn't do a thing but dance. The evening Is years long. The young man endures It until 11. Sometimes my brother comes in and things pick up again for a little while. Almost never does a young man come a second time. They may take me out a couple of times to theater or the movies. But even there I can't hold the men I seem to attract. 1 don’t put it down to my being un willing to indulge in “petting parties.” I don't think that has much to do with it as that I just don't know how to entertain. Can you prescribe for me? Is It that I'm stupid—or only shay and awkward? SABAH. Most of us are shy and awkward. Most of us want so much to be pleasant and entertaining that we either strain to the point of being so nervous that we drive folks half eraxy by our restlessness, or else we get dumb and tongue-tied as another ef fect of overstrain. Kemember this—the young man who cornea to call la ahy, too. It la your home. It la your place as a hostess to make your guest feel at home. If It waa at a dance you met and you already have music and danc ing In common. Isn't it a silly affecta tion to refuse to play the phonograph and start ahead from the pleasant point where you were last night? A simple question such as this: "Did you work hard today?” may open the conversational gates and give the shy young man a chance to express himself. The observing girl listens when her guest talks. She makes mental notes and asks intelligent questions. She may think of an experience the day yielded which is right in tune with what the man has been telling her. 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