The Presbyterian of the South : [combining the] Southwestern Presbyterian, Central Presbyterian, Southern Presbyterian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1909-1931, July 14, 1909, Page 13, Image 13

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July 14, igog. exclaimed Hester's mother, t^r very much astonished. "Ain't his food fixed rig "I'm sure I did it just as your own mother has cut u "Oh, yes, Billy's food is a isn't his food, at all. It's 1 talked to in good grammai "In good grammar, did > t bursting into a merry laugl And Mr. Symonds wat too. t ? tt j-j inline ij.cai.ci incnry uiu * at. She couldn't feel quite were laughing at her or ai would make her meaning a Billy don't like people to 1 she went on. "Mis' Horn, him like he was grown up Horn talks to him: '"Nice 'ittle wootsie Bill) Billy, doggie. Him Yioodes jm A SURPRISE. Dear Presbyterian: I am a girl ten years old. I go to schoo am In the fifth grade. My teach Miss Gilliam, of Farmville. 1 go prize for the most he&dmarks, \ wa| a beautiful little pin. Papa* your paper and I am very fon< reading the lovely poems. I g( Sunday school every Sunday, teacher is Dr. Madox. J, go to cl with papa. Rev. Thos. Mowbrt our pastor. Hoping to see my 1 in print, as I want to suriyitfe ma dud papa. Your little friend, Anne 8pell r incasue, va. THE CATECHISM. Dear Presbyterian: I am a girl eight years old. 1 go to Sui school and study the Child's chisra. Mrs. Will A. McCord is teacher, she has been teaching Child's Catechism class for nine y My pastor is Rev. T. D. Cartledg< like him very much. I hope tc my letter in print as I want to prise my papa, mamma, and teacher. Your unknown fri Laura Allen Crawfo Hodges, S. C. JUMPS AFTER STICKS. Dear Rresbyterian: I thougl would write you a letter. I have sisters named Alberta and Josep Josephine has a big cat for a pe have a large dog named Buck. I very fond of jumping after stick can bold a stick up and tell hii jump over me and he will jum high as he can. The creek was of its banks the other day and dog swam across it but was al washed down. Hope to see my 1 in print Your unknown friend, Carson Gallamo Horse 8hoe, N. C. THE PRESBYTERIA* looking at her little daughht, Hester?" asked Mary. Mrs. Horn told me. And p his steak!" 11 right," said Hester. "It that Billy don't like to be ou say?" screamed Mary, at the ridiculous idea. ibUftd to laugh outright, lot see very much to laugh sure whether the big folks t Billy. She thought she little plainer. "It is that talk too proper too him," she don't talk proper to i. This is the way Mis' eat him b'ekfast! Turn, ;t doggie as ever was!" Our Wee L A LITTLE BO little 1 and Into my heart, Oh ier is And may it now be 1 the Cast out my sin ai ^hich Like the bov Jesus takes T,, . - J j of 1 his is the prayer > to My ONE AN iv' ls Two li<tle girls are b letter Two little bovs can < mma Two little birds can Two little arms can Two little ponies mt e.r' Two little pockets ha Two little eyes to opt Two little ears; one 1 little Two little elbows, di May- Two little shoes, on Cate- Two little lips, and i my 1 wo little cheeks wit lhe Two little shoulders, ears. ? , ; s we *** ^gs runni LITTLE my "There is a country c ?Jd' Where little gjrls, s Are sometimes throw Or for a piece of m it I i two "I cannot understand hine. . wh dreadful thin !t- 1 u le Is bc? s. I ?ut-I am glad I don' m to Where my papa wc n o a I out m* "He says, and I belie most r-y etter 1 "at when he feels He puts me first of a "Thank God for our n. ?Children's \ 1 OF THE SOUTH. Swch a soothing, coaxing, in vras, in tones like Mrs. Horn's In an instant Billy's eyes gr wagged so hard that his hind tail, "See!" said Hester, her litt! excitement and happiness, as "Billy understands! That's w you see?" And the naughty Billy wrinl was his way of smiling, and c ceeded to eat his breakfast like dog.?Little Folks. Edwin, aged four, owned a p fierce-looking cow was running looked at it a long time, ther book he laid it away. A few book again, and turned to the chubby fist down on the cow, h< triumph, "She ain't caught him kittle Ones j&? Y'S PRAYER. T . uear tT Jesus, come, girl not qi] come thy home, in the cout id make me pure, at Fort ] > may I be. pYeacher a I bring to thee. I have dogs and a Pleass do E> ONE. basket, as setter than one, grandfathe double the fun, Your build a fine nest, port Mil love mother best, ist go to a span, - REC is my little man, Dear Pr in and close, nine "> ittle nose, ach?o1 ev< uuve recm m?led and sweet, perfectly, two little feet, Dora Flan onf little chin, twice a m< h a nose shut in, Is Rev. R. chubby and strong, dren'8 day ng^aM the day long. ? pp.ca Jetton, apt ' 15, and I >'er the sea "A Little C t? t . ? ? itf &nd li? io I ve been told, to our dea r. Dwav a,nd killed, so all the oney sold. rea<l it. h era of "Tl Mr. Jetton one bit now? it j igs like this should Tom- and ] any heaver get there. t live there, three brotl >uld not love me. my older ' he is in \ and if the ve 'tis true, my letter I his thankfulness, CKme* agal' . , ' about our ill, and says, With much " dear little Bess!' " and ?'rl" [issionary Friend. ''"sUord.' 13 gratiating speech as it own. ew bright, and his tail 1 legs moved with the le face all aglow with she rose to her feet, hat he wanted! Don't ded up his nose, which :ame forward and pro: a good and contented icture-book, in which a after a small boy. He 1 carefully closing the days later he got the picture. Bringing his i exclaimed in a tone of yet!"?The Delineator. "RED ROSE." esby.terian: 1 am a little tite five years old. We live ltry and go to Sunday-school Mill. Mr. Hafner is our nd we like him very much, s little sister. I have three mule colt named Red Rose, not put this in the waste I want to surprise my r and grandmother, little unknown friend. Virginia H. Barber. 1, S. C., R. F. D. 2. ITED TWO PIECES. esbyterian: I am a little rears old.- I go to Sunday;ry Sunday at Buffalo. 1 ed the Child's Catechism My teacher's name is Mrs. agan. We have preaching snth and our pastor's name J. Beattie. We had "Chil" the second Sunday in I had two pieces to recite, n a song. Your agent, Mr. >nt the night with us June spoke my piece for him. llrl's Story,".is the name of requested me to write it foiici auu sena my piece little girls and boys could lave any of the little readle Presbyterian" ever seen i's horse that be drives s a spotted horse named Mr. Jetton said If there was i for horses, his would snre I have three sisters and iers, all older than I. Hope orotner will see my letter, rirginia. I will close now, good editos does not throw In the waste basket, I will a and tell you something church and the cemetery, i love to all the little' boys and to our dear editor I I am, Your new friend, N. C. Notie B. Glass.