There are all sorts of heroes and the domestic life knows them as well
as some other more conspicuous fields of action. The little things
of life afford a field for the exercise of the heroic as well as the
larger. A news item, with a touch of the humorous, tells the following:
Some women were discussing over their afternoon tea the
statement that a man is no more a hero to his wife than to his
valet. There seemed to be no opposition to the idea that a man’s
servant did not appreciate him, but all stoutly maintained that
their husbands were heroic--in one way or another.
“My husband is very heroic,” said Mrs. Black. “For instance, he
will give up his visit to the club to play jackstraws with my
old mother, and she is his mother-in-law, you know.”
“I think I can beat that,” remarked Mrs. Gray. “When my
milliner’s quarterly bill comes in my husband smiles as he
writes a check, and never thinks of looking at the items.”
“I can give you a better example than either of those!”
exclaimed Mrs. White. “When the morning paper comes at
breakfast-time my husband always offers me the first reading of
it.”
An informal vote awarded the last speaker’s husband the medal of
heroism.
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