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The worst crime that the older generati has 0 itt younger seaeration is to teach it to belleve(irr1i the 5n§t1iTox°3.§“3é3'§§ 21).: times when the sun always shone. and the weather was always fine, and money grew on trees, and everybody was kind and true. and all the good things in life were handed one on a. silver salver.

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It is one of the ocnsolations or age that we look back upon the past through the rosy mists of memory that obscures all that was ugly in it and that lets us see again only the beautiful. that turns the humble cottage we lived in into a palace, the plain food we eat into nectar and ambrosia, and that makes all the hardships we endured nothing but a gay adventure.

Such being the case, it is natural that during thae bleak years of depression we have dwelt with peculiar feiyor upon the ” glory of 3 vanished day, and as we gathered our children around our knees we have enlarged upon its delights and compared it invidiousiy with the hard present until it has become the theme song to which the youngsters have been reared.

In reality, even those of us who discoursed most eloquently upon the "good old times" knew that we were telling a fairy tale, but the trouble ‘is that the youngsters believed us. They have -taken all that we have hid about the past for gospel truth. They actually think there was a golden era in which the world and all the conditions of life were differ- out; when people did not have to work and worry and struggle and ec-

. onomize Just to make a living; when gilt-edged Jobs were handed to every boy with his college diploma; when you reached the top of the ladder at 3 single bound instead of having to crawl up it on your knees, round by round. as you do now.

It is this belief in these “good old times" that they missed that has done more than anything else to break down the morale of the present generation, and make it bitter and disgruntled and cowardly and Do feel that there Ls no use in putting up a xzht in a world where somebody else got all the prizes before they were born.

What the youth of today needs more than anything else is to have this superstition about the “good old times" exploded. To be convinced that there never were any “good old times"; that the road to success has always been hard sledding, and that the men who have made the grade‘ have marked it with their sweet and blood. And, most of all. they need to be made to realize that men have always had to work and struggle for what they got. The plums have always been gathered by those who had the grit to climb for them. They have never dropped into the hands of the lazy and shiftless and those who were too weak to grab for them when they fell in their reach.

I hear so much about the “good old times" from young people who are victims of this fable that I am sick and tired of it. Boys and girls write me that they are desperately in love but that you can't marry on a shoestring now as you could in the past. or course they can’t because now they have to have a splurge wedding and a nice apartment and good furniture and a. car and 9. radio and fine clothes and be able to go to the movies and places to dance two,or three times a week. But in the "good old days" young people could get married because they were salisfled with a. couple of rooms and a few sticks of furniture and they never even dreamed of such luxuries as gas ranges and electric lights and bathrooms.

Dlscouraged boys tell me that there are no opportunities for young men now as there were in the “good old days." No? When a thousand new inventions open a thousand new doors for the lads who are willing to crash them. But they won't open of themselves. You’ve got to break your way in. That is what the men of the past did when you think things were so EASY for them. No good fairy was wandering around waving a wand at a lad trudging the tow path of a canal that turned him into a. President. or that changed a boy on a. slug pile into the head of a great steel industry, or that lifted a youth out of the furrows of a Corn

field into a bank president's chair. In the good old times they had to make their own opportunities Just as they have to do today.

“It used to be easy to make a fortune in the ‘good old times’,'’ cry the youths who sit on the do-nothing stool. Was it? Ask Mr. Rocke- (eller. Read the biographies of any of the men who have gone up from poverty touches. You'll see that every one of them started to work at a pittance; that they labored uncounted hours; that many of them slept under the counter in stores; that they denied themselves every pleasure and luxury. That's the recipe for making a. fortune. And it turns out the same kind of cake now as it did in the past.

There never were any “good old times." boys and girls. It is the same old world it has always been, and it is up to you what you get out gt it. DOROTHY DIX.

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1.! STHVEES

Mario Casini was amused when sheila told him about Eddie I-Iales's offer. ‘

‘‘That’s a clever little man," he said generously, “and if you poe- eessed a lesser talent I should advise you to accept. But as things are it would only clog your path. We have much greater things in view." In her playing that morning Sheila again showed how she was advancing. Mario was de- lighted. He told her that soon he would have little more lo teach. "You have a‘ready improved be- yond bellef." he said enthusiastical- "Soon you can start on your new career. I will think about it

and arrange a concert for your approval. ' He turned .on the piano-stool

dramatically, crooking it knotted forefinger and shaking his head so that his long hair spread out like a golly-wog's. . “In violin playing. as i.n every- thing else in music. Signorina," he stated, “anything below the sec- ond-rate is not worth cultivating. But there is no second-rate quality about you. That I noticed when I heard you play at Garner Owen's. And what a man that is. He is not the W0!‘3d's best musician. his lyrics are bad and his songs and com- positions deplorable, but he has discovered more geuine artists and placed them before the public than nearly all the agents in London put together."

He folded his arms and pulled down his lips, swinging a foot thoughtfully.

“You must consider how much longer you are going to play as, leader with Max Maurice's orch-l estra." he went on. "1 think it would be wise to warn him -that you intend to leave the moment we have arranged our plans and fixed the date for your ‘coming out‘ con-

cert, for we will ignore all you have‘ done before.“

He smiled whimslcally as he stood erect. bracing up his shrunken figure.

“All the world over," he went on,l “one has to put up with cultivatdd

music of second class quality, even

among professionals. It is a curse.

not bad enough to condemn, not

good enough to praise. and not in-

teresting enough to listen to. With

your jazz band it is different.

That's why I’d a million times soon-

er listen to Eddie Hales conduct-

ing his band of tap-dancing musi-

cal clowns than I would an unin-

spired second-rate orchestra that pretends to do what it cannot. You

are going to stand right out of the

picture, sheila. You'll see,

His eyes sought hers and he came closer.

“And let me tell you something:

you have renewed my youth. I no

longer feel like an old man. I have taken my light name again, 1 am

bxinning to meet my old friends.

You have taught me that I am not as a dead man living in a world

that has forgotten him. Look at my

hands. Every day they are getting

better. Every day. after you have

gone, I take out one of my violins

and begin to play. I shall never

perform in public again, but some

of the old touch and fluency is

coming ‘back, and that makes me

he-rm."

Shei‘a's eyes shone with happi-

ness.

"I am so glad." she said.

He continued to look into her

eyes.

“It is cruel, growing old." he

asked Permission and 1 am to be

said, with a sigh. Then: “I have

allowed to sit in the studio and

listen to the playing of the orch-

estra when next Max broadcasts.

That practice is good for you. I

want to hear and see at close

range."

Sheila was glad to hear that

rapidly

Itwasyetanotherlisn of the magical change in him. The grim and almost sour expression of the face had gone, be frequently smil- ed, colour often tinged his cheeks, his eyes shone and furthermore- or was she mistaken?—hie whole frame was straightening out.

"It was a happy day when you came into my life through Garner owen." he said.

Sheila’.-. heart throbbed strange- ly as~ahe smiled back at hinn she had never before experienced the strange hungerlng sympathy she felt for him, as if she wanted to mother him. He had the power to move her.

"Max Mnurice's next broadcast is on Thursday night,'f she answered. “I shall see you then, Mario."

He frowned anxiously.

“Perhaps. afterwards, you will have supper with me somewhere quiet. I have not supped out with a lady for a. long while. It would be a delight for me."

"Of course I will, if you want me to. Mario."

“Then shall we say at the Cafe Regent? I know a table for two in a. nice quiet corner, and there is no band. We can talk and make plans. And I shall try and believe myself back where I was before ill- ness struck me down."

I-I15 frankness delighted her. In many Ways Casini was very like a child

On Thursday, just before Max Maurice's orchestra began its bmadcflst. the studio doors opened noiselesly and admitted Mario Casini. Max Maurice was in his place, baton in hand. He waved a greeting to Casini and smiled. Sheila. glanced at her music mas- ter. her eyes lit up with pleasure to see him there. The musicians star- ed at him as at a being from a. dead age.

Mario Casini certainly presented an unusual appearance. His long hair had been trimmed and dres- ed and shone with bril‘Jantine. He wore evening dress and an old- fC1ShiOf‘i0d cape-coat lined with silk. an Invemess Sheila believed it was called, one side of the cape being thrown back to create an effect. In his left hand. on one finger of which a large diamond flashed, he carried 11 black soft felt hat with a. wide brim. He walked firmly, and his shoulders were braced—-n mir- acle. He carried a gold-mounted malacca cane with tassles in his right hand.

Bowing to Maurice and flashing a smile at Sheila, he took a chair at a distance away from the orch- estra. which was gathered round the microphone in a. crescent. and sank back as if he wanted to hide.

A red light glowed. Max Maurice raised his baton and the olchestra begun to play the overture to “Mignon," with which its program opened.

With henxi set pensively on his hand and eyes l1alf—c1osed, Mario Casini looked and listened. watch- ing Sheiln with an absorbed inten- sity that made him forget every- thing but her and her playing. Gamer Owen was right. Sheila

Huntley had something that differ-

Mario Casini was going to attend the studio at Broadcasting House.

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4 p. m.—-Today's anniversary. "The Shooting of the Workers of the Lena Goldnelds, 1912." A broadcast for building workers. News, weather. music. ENE. 50 m., 6 meg.

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6 p. ni.--News bulletins in English. From the Royal Opera House in Rome, opera "Pellees 61. Melieande." "Roine’s Midnight Voice", Miss Amy Bernardy. Light music-Carmen Roccabella and Guido Atnoiettl.

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