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‘HIGH” LIFE, OCTOBER 15, 1920.
UNTO THE LEAST OF THESE
THE NORTH CAROLINA COLLEGE
for Women
Offers to women a liberal education and
professional training in vocational sub
jects.
Liberal courses in Arts, Science, Music
and Home Economics.
Teachers and graduates of other colleges
provided for in both regular and special
courses.
Equipment modern, including furnish
ed dormitories, library, laboratories, liter
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grouds, music rooms, teachers’ training
school, infirmary, sanitary laundry, cold
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open air recreation grounds.
Fall term begins in September, Spring
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JULIUS I. FOUST, PRESIDENT,
GREENSBORO, N. C.
“Watch yer step!” sang a voice in May
Maloney’s ear as she and her huge basket
descended from the surface car at Eliza
beth street.
May turned and saw the motormaii.
“Saints preserve us,is it difin’ ye are?
Save yer yells for them as will not be look
in' out fer thimselves.”
The motorman- recognized a fellow Irish
man and grinned.
May walked on homeword through the
park. She patted the bag of greasy dough
nuts that she was taking to the five little
Maloneys and the once homeless dog and
eat in the little .dat in the Irish Quarter
of the city.
‘ ‘ How little Paddy wiU shout fist, whin
he sees thim doughnuts. Oeh the little
darlin’s.”
There was a newspaper lying in the bot
tom of the basket. A big headline caught
her eye and she began to read the article.
It was about a gift of several thousand
dollars to an orphanage asylum from a rich
man there in New Tcrk City, whose name,
May had often heard with awe.
“Begorra,” she said to herself, “but I
wisht it was good I could be doin’ in this
ould wovld. Wid me sivin dollars a wake,
and me five blessed darlin’s at home, sure
its not much good I can be doin! ’ ’
At this moment, a low sobbing broke
on her ear. May slopped, then turned in
to one of the numerous side paths in the
park, following the sound.
A girl was crouched on a bench, her
head on her arms. Her clothing was
shabby, and her shoes downtrodden. She
raised her head quickly when May stopped
beside her, and showed a haggard, tear-
stained face.
May Maloney hesitated a moment; then
she seated herself beside the girl, her broad
Irish face alight with kindly sympathy
and interest.
“Why, I’m hungry,” sobbed the other,
“I can’t find work, and all my money is
an 1 am, with five ehilder, Hot countin’
the dag an’ the eat. Sure, its five beds
o’ glory. An’ Paddy, me man, is wid
thim—God rest his seal. It was work in
a laundry I found, an’ its there I do be
workin’ yet. An’ smre, Ameriskey k a
fine ould eowntbry.”
The same old story it was, that the ^iT
told to May—of the country girl’s coming
to New York in search of work—and not
finding it. She had come to the city a
month before, and tried place after place,
but to no avail. No one wanted inexperi
enced workers. She was now sitting on
the park bench, hungry, and without a
penny.
May fruitively wiped a tear from her
eyes. Then, reaching down, she picked up
her bag of doughnuts.
“Sure, its nayther bite nor sup you’ve
had the morn, and belike you do be impty.
Take the whole o’thim’, darlin.”
The other began to eat hungrily. May
regarded her a minute. Then to herself.
“Maybe Mickey won’t be needin o’
thim new shoes, this wake, an’ this pore
guril do be needin’ it more thin me. Sure,
I’ll do it.
She pulled her pay envelope from her
pocket, and took out one of the seven crisp
new bills.
So she swallowed her pride, and tiim-
ing back to the Irishwoman, gladly as
sented to meet her t'nere in the park next
morning.
‘ ‘ An ’ now, 1 mxist be shakin. ’ off wid me-
sell to home where they do be wettin’ a
eaddy o’ tay for me this instant, I know.”
And May, picking up her basket, start
ed off up the street. She again took up
the train of thought into which the girl’s
sobbing had broken.
“Begorra, that was fine that that man
did do when he give all tha; m-me/ to all
ibii mother’.ev; cli;J i ! wishi twas
good I could be doin' in this wourld. Wid
me sivin dollars a wake an’ me five blessed
darlin’s, sure its not much good I can be
doin! ’ ’
BIG AND LITTLE
When ssome big fellow comes along, some
man who’s won tiecause he’s strong,
broad-minded folk applaud him; they hail
him for the things he’s done, rejoice in
victories he’s won; but ten-ceut men will
gone.
“Oeh, man alive, but its the same as
whin I come from Ould Ireland to Amer-
iekey wid me ehilder. It’s a widdy wom
“ There, jist ye be takin’ this, an,” bak
in’ the girl out into the open, she pointed
to a little restaurant across the street,
‘ ‘ Tell misthress 0 ’Rourke that May Ma
loney sent ye. She’s uncommon friendly,
an’ sh’e an extry room."
“Can’t take your money” said the girl
tremulously, but May insisted.
“An” can ye be meetiu’ me here to-
morey now? I’ll take ye to the laudry
wid me an’ maybe the boss wiU he givin’
ye some wourk. ”
Perhaps a job in a laundry was not the
place the girl had pictured for herself be
fore leaving her comfortable country home.
“But anyway,” she thought to herself,
‘‘I ean work ftere a few weeks imtil I
make money enough to go home. Somehow
she has made me want to go home worse
than I ever did. The city, at close dis
tance, has lost its charms for me.”
prod him. “He’s just a mediocre jay, but
luck has helped him on his way 1'' the lit
tle fellows mutter; “if he had had such
luck as ours, they would not strew his path
with flowers—^we’d see him in the gutter.”
If you are feeling rather sore because the
swaybacked chap next door gees up while
you are failing, you’ll find it wise to wear
a grin, and say you hope he’ll always win,
and wish him pleasant sailing. For if you
start to run him down, and make some
holes in his renown, good sports will al
ways spurn you; they’ll say you are too
cheap to train with people who are safe
and sane, they’ll ostracise and dem you.
There is no cheaper treik, my son, than
running down the man who’s won, with
criticism dreary; by doing so you demon
strate that you’re a spiteful little skate,
and make fair people weary. We can’t all
scale the heights of fame, but all of us can
play the game like sports of nerve and
merit; and if we fall down in our plans,
and line up with the also-rans, why, we can
grin and bear it.
Walt Mason.
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