The Pendul Jum's Swing Certain well-known writers are seriously discussing in a contemporary periodical the question—who are the happiest people? So far, we one has hiad the temerity to point out the absurdity of the editorial query. No one has said bluntly what is apparent on the face of it—nomely, that while you can measure health and wealth by statistics, you cannot measure in any way at all.
It is doubtful, indeed, if happiness can be determined by such outward igns as laughter and smiles, I refall_on Armistice Day a mother whose young son had newly gone to France saying, while tears streamed down hor cheeks and her whole body quivered with suppressed emotion, think I'm the happiest woman alive!" writes Ann Adair in a Home paper.
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