Christ Hospital School of Nursing - Tower Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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Adventure---Fors vital iter ducit C.-Xdventure directs the journey of lifel HE OTHER DAY I attended a woman's tea where the most wealthy and outstanding society women were wont to display their tucks, frills, and perfumed laces. The rumor broke out and spread like fire that our hostess was entertaining us by the presentation of Madame .-Xglaverali, the famous gypsy fortune teller. When she appeared in a cloak similar to LIoseph's multi-colored coat and her neck and arms be- decked with ropes of beads and trinkets, several questions stared me in the face. W hat could she know of my future? If I were a creature of God's making, how could she, a human being like myself, tell me the future's secrets! While the other women, who in their bubbles of surprised joys and sorrows were sounding forth both voices of praise and complaint, clustered about her, I withdrew to think it out for myself. It seemed to me that any knowledge of the future that would destroy one's curiosity would be bought at a dear price. The most persistent element of interest in life is the element of adventure. There is that shut door. XYe peep at the keyhole and think we see things, but what is on the other side of that door no man knows. The great adventure! It is on the other side of the door. Some day we shall each open the door and behold new tasks and pleasures. VVhen shall I meet it: To-day? To-morrow? I wonder the day of the year, I wonder the hour of the day! I sometimes think that people were l1Ot so far in the wrong when they punished witches and magicians with death in those days when such seers were believed to tell the truth, for to foretell to-morrow is to take away the zest of living to-day. To positively know the future would make us hard. Dogmatists, who assert they know, lose a certain Havor, for they have ceased to be adventurers. The soul's finest food is mystery, which makes nobleness of mind and gives elevation to our view. :X newspaper publishes the news of yesterday and to-day, and it is harmless enoughg but if one should print the news of to-morrow, it would ruin the human race. Every day is a surprise, and the one thing of which we are sure is the unexpected. I stand on the prow of to-day. .-Xn eager Columbus, peering into the uncharted sea of to-morrow. Life is a con- tinuous voyage of discovery. It has in it the fun of a game, even at its worst, and if anyone would tell me the end of it all, he would be as intoler- able a nuisance as the person who has read the novel I am in the midst of reading and insists on telling me how it ends. Suddenly I was stirred from my fancies by the appearance of a white- capped maid pushing a tea wagon. I was then to leave my arguments for a later time and resume the current conversation with Lady Beaumont, who approached me. I-Iad I heard the latest scandal about Mrs. NIorrow's daughter? Did I know that Don Burke, the popular bachelor, was being attentive to our own Mary XYellesly. --D. SMITH, '33, 37

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