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I July 31, 1912] TH? 1
Kred eats au' eats, but 1 saved lots of things."
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^TITue iJiouier upenea ms toy Dox. There
were his cars, his Noah's-ark, animals, his soldiers,
his blocks; and there, too, were bits of
Hike and biscuit, bananas?black with age?
apples, candy and nuts. Connie looked at the
tunny jumble and gave Liltle Brother a
squeeze, wondering why she felt like crying.
"Does mamma know?" she asked.
"No, 'deed! She'll be s'prised good. She
said t was too little to have a box, but I wasn't.
Don't yoU 'member the Irtish'nary lady said
her girls, no bigger than children in our infant
class, took rice out of their dinner, and
saved it for the hunerrv ones? Well
you s'pose I 'm good as a girl that was a heathen
child 1'' and his lip curled scornfully.
| 1 i Letters
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl seven
years old. This is my first letter to you. I go to
school, but my school is closed now. My father
gets your paper, hut t am not old enough to read
them. Your little friend,
YnrfnlV Vn M1.~.
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Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl nine
years old. I go to school. I am in the fourth
rrade. I go to Sunday school, too. Miss Fearing
is my school teacher. My mother is my Sunday
school teacher. I enjoy reading the little
letters. This is the first letter I wrote. I will
close by asking a question: To what does your
baptism bind you? I hope my letter will be in
print because I want to surprise my father and
sisters. Your little friend,
New Orleans. Winfred Thompson.
Dear Presbyterian: I love to read the stories
and letters in your paper. I have not written to
you before but my sister has written twice. You
printed them. I am ten years old. I have one
brother and one sister older than I and one brother
younger. Otter Creek is a little saw mill town
and we are the only Presbyterians. There are
not very many girls here my age. "We have two
eats, an old cat and a kitten I love them both.
My siater and I have a yellow hen; her name is
"Yellowery." Billie has a hen, too. I love his
hen and mine, too. My Sunday school teacher's
name is Mrs. Olyat. I will answer Anna E.
Bosene's question : Jesus wept. St. John 11:35.
T will ask some questions: How many times do
snail, soap and snow appear in the Bible? With
much love to your paper, I am,
Your little friend and reader,
Otter Orpplr Tfln TVfo
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Dear Presbyterian: I have enjoyed hearing
about the "True Bear Story,*' from Lexington,
^Ta., and am writing to ask that one who wrote it
will tell us more about the little bears. I have
seen both polar and black bears in the Zoo in
Cincinnati, Ohio, when I was visiting my aunt
last summer. The ladiea of the Baptist church
are going to have a Lilliputian wedding and have
asked me to txkp 1-hp r?nrt nf fhp fo+ViPv
Mother has made me a little dress suit and white
vwt to match. There are a number of other little
children who will he bride's maids and groomsmen..
T trot a red ribbon for being on the honor
Toll for the past three months. This makes over
two years that T have been on the honor roll at
our Sunday school. As I wrote you a letter not
long ago ahd as you were good enough to publish
it, I thought T would write again. *
Your little friend,
flhristiansbirrg, Va. John H. Thompson, Jr.
PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SO
"But, dearie?it's so far we can't send bread
and bananas. We have to send money, and the
missionaries buy rice?and things."
Connie spoke very gently, but Little Broth
er's face grew sober. His voice trembled as
he whispered: "1 wanted the candy awful
bad-?an' the u/.zer things. Couldn't they go?
in a ship?"
"No?really."
Little Brother'8 fists went to his eyes.
"I've thought of something." cried Connie
joyfully. "You shall give my gold dollar.
Then you'll have more than Fred to put in the
thank-offering, and that'll pay for all you've
saved."
Little Brother laughed through his tears.
"An' you can have all these nice things."
; From The C\
TOM'S PARTY.
I know a little boy so free?
His birthday came, and he was three.
* * * *
Then baby boys and girls
With straight hair and with curls.
All dressed In very best
As birthday party guest.
The little girls in white
With ribbon sashes bright.
The boys in suit and belt
The girls their equal felt.
They came in one by one
.lust after mid-day sun.
Each had a little gift.
A birthday party with
Out gifts; is not the thing,
'Tis custom thus to bring
They say; one must not go
Unless a present show.
So Tom had ball and top,
Books, candy, and what not.
He felt quite proud that day
And all were very gay.
The cake was large and white.
Tom's name was pink and bright;
Three candles stood up straight
On top, each in a plate,
And way up over head
A rabbit, goodies spread
Below, at every place
To decorate and grace
By ribbons from her nest
Held rabbits for each ^uest.
And eggs of every shade
The table gaily made.
T^arge cakes tied with a bow,
For cream in color show.
They had an Easter hunt
In grass right in the front
The two who found the most
Eggs; prizes they would boast.
All were so glad and free
And merry as could be
A brighter day for them
I think scarce could have been.
And some how as I looked
Tnto my brain I took
A notion, that may be
Tf angels thus could see
This happy baby day,
That all that they would say
Would be, that In this way
We learn to love and pray.
Fnr 1c V?*
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For youth. As for the rest
Of life?A childhood passed
In lore and joy and grass
Ts time and labor spent
Of which you'll not repent.
For one can never know
What after life will show.
But this you rest content
That in a youth well spent,
Preoares the child to yrow
Into a youth and man
That cap all waters span.
New Orleans, La. ?Jeannie Copes White.
UTS (893) 7
Connie brought a pasteboard box and they
picked out all the dry bread and cake and sadlooking
fruit. Then she put the gold dollar
into his small hand.
"Little Brother is the only one who made
a real sacrifice for a thank-offering, I'm
afraid," said his mother, when she heard the
whole story from the happy little financier;
"but 1 hope he's taught us a lesson, bless
i"
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Connie thought of her gold dollar, and a
happy feeling was in her heart, for had not
she, too, "made a sacrifice?"?Children's Missionary
Friend.
Dare to do right; fear to do wrong.?Baron
itotnscnna.
lildren j i j
Dear Presbyterian: I received my nice doll,
and many thanks for it. I appreciated it very
much. The hair is just the color I like. I go to
Sunday school at Bethesda church. My teacher's
name is Miss Mary Brown Anderson. We like
her fine. Our pastor's name is Dr. McCorkle. I
will also ask a question: How many times is
grandmother mentioned in the Bible and where!
1 will close. From an unknown friend,
Jump, Va. Elizabeth Virginia Walker.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl twelve
years old. I live in Charlottesville, Virginia. I
go to Sunday school every Sunday I can. Miss
Edna Moran is my teacher. I am at my grandmothers
now; she takes your good paper and I
enjoy reading the letters. I will answer Holland
C. Grove's question: What two men went to
heaven without dying? Elijah and Enoch. I
will close by also asking a question: Who was
Moses' successor? Hoping to see my letter in
print, Your unknown friend,
Port Republic, Va. Elizabeth S. Yancey.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl twelve
years old. T have just finished reading the chilIAH.mim
J T J '1
uicu inttcm aiill UlUUglll X WUU1U WTlie One.
too. I go to Sunday school at the Presbyterian
church. My teacher's name is Mr.?. Annie Orr.
T like her fine. T will soon be ready to recite the
Catechism. Will close by asking a question:
How many times is the capital letter "I" found
in the Old Testament and how many times in the
New Testament? I hope to see my letter in
print. Your friend,
Etowah, N. C. Ada Banks.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a Utile boy almost
five years old. T go to tbe Presbyterian Sunday
school every Sunday. Rev. J. M. Sedgwick is
our pastor. We like him fine. We had Children's
day. I bad twenty-five pennies in my
box and I earned them myself. I carried water
to my papa in the field, went to the mail box, fed
mama's pet lamb and they paid me every time.
Do please put my first letter in your good paper.
T want to surprise my grandpa and grandma.
Your little friend,
Union West, Va. Marshall Sbanklin.
Tf thou wishest to be wise,
Keep these words before thine eves?
What thou speakeat, and how, beware,
Of whom, to whom, when and where.
All are not taken; there are left behind;
T/iving beloved, tender looks to bring
And make the daylight still a happy thing;
And tender voices to make soft the wind.