The moving picture show is a wonderful help to the deaf. Here he is on terms of equality with all men. In this remarkable world of the movies, where the villain is always punished and the virtuous always emerge with roses and a crown, the deaf man may find much of that optimism which seems like an electric light to the soul. It is the height of enjoyment for him to see pictures illustrating some favorite book thrown on the screen, and that enables him to make a mental comparison with his own conception of the characters in the story. The fact is that the life of the ambitious deaf is one long effort to keep cheerful and bright-minded, and thus steer away from depression. To that end he should soak his mind with all possible poetry and humor and good literature. In fact, let him take in anything that will frame pleasant pictures on the walls of his mind, and it is a blessing ranking close to a godsend to be able to sleep when other aids in the struggle against depression fail. There will surely come times after the work has been laid aside when all the wakeful philosophy will fail to keep the spirit bright. Then the ability to lie down and sleep becomes a genuine heavenly gift; for in sleep the head noises and troubles are forgotten, when we may even hear music and voices of friends. And do you know that in that thought lies one of the most curious and pathetic things connected with the life of the deaf? We wonder just how the voices of wife and son or friends actually sound. In real fact they may croak like ravens or scream like a door that needs oiling, but to us in imagination they are musical and full of sympathy. I think that of all the curious, mysterious things which come to us in this world of silence there is nothing sadder or more remarkable than this unsatisfied desire to listen to the actual tones which ring in the voices of those we love.