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I never tad been introduced to a saloon-keeper before. This one was a clean-cut young man with good Irish eyes. "Your movies are certainly putting a crimp in my business, ' he said.
The Mighty Messenger
How two social workers disco^ ered their greatest ally in that modern Mercury — the motion picture.
By MONTANYE PERRY
IlliittrateJ hy Norman Anthony
I HAD realized for months that William was getting very tired of social working as it is worked. Xot that he didn't like his profession: he did. For fifteen years as part of a world-wide organization he had labored for the spiritual, mental, and physical welfare of boys, incidentally coming in touch with their parents, their pastors, their teachers and their aunts. Especially, he often sighed, their aunts!
He liked the boys and the boys liked him. And yet — well. William has the heart of a social worker, but the spirit of an adventurer, and by the many little signs by which any wife learns to interpret the husbandly mind. I knew that the spipt of adventure was approaching. So I prepared for a shock.
I got it. William came home from the annual banquet of the world-wide organization at one a. m. and woke me from a sound sleep by snapping on all the lights.
"Wake up and talk," he said calmly — William says everything calmly! — '"I want to buy a motion-picture theater!"
'"What? Where? When? Are you perfectly crazy?"' I exploded. / don't say everything calmly.
".A motion-picture theater. Somewhere in a very poor neighborhood. In three months. No, just perfectly tired." he answered. "Wouldn't you like to go away and do something different, just ourselves? Something nnon^anized?"
Sometimes William's blue eyes get round and excited and wistful, exactly like the eyes of a small boy who hears about a circus and is afraid he can't go because there's a garden to weed. This was one of the times. Instantly. I decided I was not going to be a garden to weed.
"I'd love it!" I plunged boldly. "Tell me more, quick!"
"I've felt restless for quite a while, but I've kept it away from you, till I had a definite plan to propose," he said. I let that pass unchallenged. They love to think they can conceal things, bless 'em!
"I'm tired of being a spoke in the wheel of an organization. I'm tired of uplifting by rule. I'm tired of being paid for doing good." he went on. "I want to make my living with a regular business and be good to folks because I like folks, not because it's my job."
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