In 1942, a man named Felix Powell sat down to a piano to play an old tune. He had every right to play it. He had written it himself. It had been tremendously popular in both World Wars. He was playing and singing it now.

What's the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile.So pack up your troubles in your old kit bag, And smile, smile, smile.

When Felix Powell finished his song, he walked in his bedroom, took out a revolver, put it to his head, and shot himself. He could write a song about not worrying, and about smiling, but he was unable to save himself.

It's a sad story, but the message of the song is on-target. There is a way to pack up our troubles.

I saw a "Ziggy" cartoon recently. Ziggy has his nightshirt on and his nightcap, has closed the front door and is obviously going to be…