A HAND-GRASP.

Taranaki Daily News, 4 February 1916, Page 5

A HAND-GRASP.

BENDS A MESSAGE. George V. .Hobart, who mixes his, humor with brains; who creates most of the current slang a decade in advance of its universal adoption, phrases this estimate of a biped difficult to class: "He handed me four limp digits, and I shook them hurriedly and handed them back." Again, jt was Hobart who wrote "That man is so conservative that after he shakes hands he counts his fingers to make sure they are returned to him." Like many a great one who has come up through, he meets life impulsively. He has no time to read over pedigrees; nor doubts his first impressions. He measures the chance acquaintance by the quality and, may I say, the texture of his hand-grasp. He knows the spiritual reacts on the physical, and again, that the physical reacts on the spiritual. The hand-grasp is the "direct wire" from the soul—and a soiled, or barren, or mean, or clammy, or crooked little soul sends its message straight through the finger-tips! The La-de-da with the limp, cool, damp antennae Invites the thrice over, Some people protrude their rcpellant, lifeless feelers and leave an impression on your friendly hand, or mine, that only caustic can Temovo. So then, give us the vigorous, warm, personal handgrosp, Not the knuckle-crushing secret test of strength of the very young, nor the bruising clutch of the book-agent, but the touch of palm on palm and the grip and turn of fingers on fingers and the pressure and the glow; look us in tho eye and let us know genua tier*.