Self Help

A MONUMENT TO THE VANITY OF MAN, WITH BUT LITTLE ELSE TO JUSTIFY ITS EXISTENCE!

"How happy I would be," the newsboy says to himself, "if I owned a Lizzie."

And, the business man seated at his desk inside, thinks how happy he would be if he could add another million dollars to his already over swollen bank roll. The grass is always sweeter on the other side of the fence, says the jackass, as he stretches his neck in the attempt to get to it.

Turn a crowd of boys into an apple orchard and they will pass by the nice mellow apples on the ground. The red, juicy ones hanging dangerously high in the top of the tree look much more tempting, and up the tree they will go. The married man takes a sheepish glance at the daintily dressed ladies on the street and thinks how fortunate he would be if his wife were as pretty as they. Perhaps she is much prettier, but he misses that beauty because-well, because "the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence."

Most divorce cases grow out of man's tendency to climb the fence into the other fellow's pastures. Happiness is always just around the bend; always in sight but just out of reach. Life is never complete, no matter what we have or how much of it we possess.

One thing calls for something else to go with it. Milady buys a pretty hat. She must have a gown to match it. That calls for new shoes and hose and gloves, and other accessories that run into a big bill far beyond her husband's means. Man longs for a home - just a plain little house setting off in the edge of the woods. He builds it, but it is not complete; he must have shrubbery and flowers and landscaping to go with it. Still it is not complete; he must have a beautiful fence around it, with a graveled driveway. 55 That calls for a motor car and a garage in which to house it. All these little touches have been added, but to no avail!