Little things are permitted to bring about paroxysms of peevishness.

Even our pleasures have come to be taken sadly.

We are irritable at picnics, snarly at clambakes, and bored to death at dinners.
The Government ought to hire Douglas Fairbanks, and send him over the country as an agent of the Bureau of Grins.

Have him start work in Boston, and then rush him by special train to Philadelphia.

If the wealth of the United States increased $41,000,000,000 during the last three peevish, whining years, think what would happen if we learned the art of joyousness and gained the strength that comes from good humor and optimism! "Doug" Fairbanks--now that he is in the "movies" we don't have to be formal--is the living, breathing proof of the value of a grin.