Newspaper Page Text
August 14, 19121 T H E P
THE OWL'S ADVICE.
BY HELEN M. RICHARDSON.
"What a disagreeable day?" asserted the
Butterfly, as it rested with its wings flattened
together upon a rose-leaf.
"Yes," agreed Miss Honey Bee, "although
I am always busy, and used to working in all
kinds of weather, I confess that I like a sunny
day best."
UTt x _ t* - - -
dui rain is good lor worms," broke in
Kobin Redbreast, who had just pulled up a fat,
juicy one from the lawn. "On a dry, sunny
day I might have worked an hour, and then
only have secured a thin, stringy one that was
hardly worth pulling up."
"The Robin is right," croaked a Toad, that
was flattened upon the ground cooling itself in
the moist earth. "I have to build myself a hiding
place when it is hot and dry, or else back
down into the ground. I think a rainy day is
delightful."
"Well, I guess you wouldn't think so if you
Letters
Dear Presbyterian: I enjoyed so much reading
"A true bear story," which came out in
your paper of July 10th. Will you please continue
it and oblige. Your little friend,
Rosemary Avery Mclhenny.
Port Colborne, Ontario.
My Dear Presbyterian: I had a pet cat we
all loved him. He went away from home one
night and the dogs got hold of him and killed
him; we were awfully sorry. I have a pet colt;
I like it very much. Papa says I can ride it
when it is old enough. I like to read the letters
from the boys and girls in the story corner
of the Presbyterian.
Your little friend,
Kerens, W. Va. Marguerite Hart.
Dear Presbyterian: I am eight years old.
My only sister, Virginia, is six; and my brother
is four. His name is John. I have recited
the Child'8 Catechism and received a Testament.
I know the beatitudes. Mr. Zele. V.
Turlington is our superintendent. My Sunday-school
teacher is Mrs. A. L. Brantly; our
pastor is Mr. Wilson. I want to surprise my
father. Your friend,
Mooresville, N. C. Sarah Boyd.
Dear Presbyterian: We are two little girls
-seven and eleven years old. We are visiting
our grandmother in Nelson County. We have
been having a fine time. We pick plenty of
blackberries. We have eight little cousins to
play with us. We build rock houses to play in.
It is nice and cool in the country. We gather
lots of flowers. We love to ride the horses.
We can get lots of nice apples and plums. We
have been going to Sunday-school. We have
been over here a month and are going home
next week. But we do not want to go. We
hope our letters will not be too long for we
"*\'ant to ask a question : Who was the first king
of Israel? We feed the ducks and chickens and
eats and dogs. We claim the cats; we have
A fine time playing with them and the little
ealves. Please print our letter. With best
wishes (or the Presbyterian,
We are your little friends, ?
Roanoke, Va. Cora and Tabba Reynolds.
RESBYTERIAN OF THE SO
had wings and the rain glued them together
as it does mine," grumbled the Butterfly.
"I confess that I cannot fly as well on a
rainy day," conceded the Robin, "but I get
a nice bath without the trouble of hunting for
a naming tun."
"Yes, the rain pounds my back considerably,
but it washes the dust off and gives me a good
appearance when it clears off," the Toad admitted.
.
Just then an Owl, with a loud hoot, joined
in the discussion. He was perched in a tree
overhead, and had been an attentive listener.
"People call me wise!" he cried out, with
a flap of his wings to secure attention. "I
have always noticed that it takes two kinds
of folks to make a world?the satisfied and
the dissatisfied; and I have always observed
that what is good for some is just the opposite
for others, and that what some folks enjoy
others dislike. I have also noticed that
those persons who try to make the best of their
surroundings are the happiest."
From The CI
NEW ORLEANS.
Right at the river's month
You proudly took your place,
The cities of the South,
The greatest of your race.
Your arms, you circle round
And lovingly embrace
But you don't like the sound
Of kisses on your face.
The city of my birth,
My first breath in your heart;
The place to me on earth
Where light of day was brought.
Here all my chjldhood spent
Amid your rush and din
As business came and went.
My spirit leaped within.
I've seen your buildings rise;
Your homes and churches, too.
Have watched your growing size,
As year, on year, you grew.
I've seen your lazy limbs
Go stretchine here and there
Embracing in yonr ruina
All that is good and fair.
I've seen thie face and form.
Familiar to the place
And then in great alarm!
I've heard he's loot the race
That one, and this?and this?
Whose presence with ns here
We often sadly miss;
They made the city dear.
Bnt one by one they pase
And step across the line,
Their places fill op fast
By others for a time.
So they will, in their time.
"Lie down and then go out.
Beyond the city line,
Upon a strange, new route,
To where vonr road will lend?
Why to the city fair,
But you must sire good hoed
To passage and to fore.
Why can we not transport
This city over there?
T^et others hold the fort
Until we claim our khare?
Oh! may I there see you
Beyond this border line?
And may you see me, too?
For that would be sublime,
Ood grant my second birth
WRhln that city fair.
Be likened to the first.
With familiar faces there.
?Jeannie Copen Wlitte.
519 Lowerline, New Orleans, La., July 29, 1912.
UTH 7
After this somewhat lengthy speech the Owl
was silent, and nothing could again induce
him to join in the conversation.
HOW TO READ THE BIBLE.
Martin Luther used to teach his children to
read the Bible in the following way. First, read
through one book carefully, then study chapter
by chapter, and then verse by verse, and
lastly word by word, for he said: "It is lik?
a person shaking a fruit tree. First shaking
the tree and gathering up the fruit which falls
to the ground, and then shaking each branch,
and afterwards each twig of the branch, and
last of all looking carefully under each leaf
to see that no fruit remains. In this way, and
in no other, shall we also find the hidden treasures
that are in the Bible."?Apples of Gold.
How much trouble he avoids who does not look
to see what his neighbor says or does, but only
to what he does himself, that it may be just
and pure.?Marcus Aurelius.
lildren
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy six
years old. I go to Sunday-school when I can.
I can't read yet but am going to school this
year. I have three cats and one dog; and one
sister and brother; both older than I am. Please
print my letter and don't put it in the waste
basket. Your unknown friend,
Goliad County, Tex. W. A. P. Harman.
Dear Presbyterian: I was so glad to see my
letter in your paper. I will write you another.
I received a card from some one in Kentucky,
OQvmrr n 4- if Al? ?- ? * 1 1 - *
uuj iai g mat lb gtivt* til CULL ?1 QG&l OI piGBS"
ure to see ray letter in the Presbyterian; bnt it
had no name to it. If the writer will send me
his address I will be glad to send him a card. I
will say to the friend in Kentucky that it is not
so very hot here in Virginia. As ever,
Your little friend,
Staunton, Va., R. 6. Hfcrry Sherman.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy seven
years old. I go to Fredericksburg College. I
am in the second grade. I love to read the
children's letters in the paper. I have two little
brothers. My pastor's name is Rev. J. H.
Henderlite. I had two pets?a canary, which
died last week, and a fine dog named Seltzer.
We were all so sorry when our little bird died;
he was three years old. We have two horses,
named Prince and Stella. Please tell the writer
who wrote the "Bear Story" to write us some
more about the Lexington bears. We all love
HC? A "* *
u^ai avuncs. i?iy teacner s name is Miss
Theresa Wicker. This is my first letter, so I
will close it. Tour friend,
Fredericksburg, Va. Alvin Rowe, Jr.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy ten
years old and in the sixth grade at school.
Papa takes your paper and I enjoy reading the
stories. I am trying to go to Sunday-school
one year and get a gold pin. My father is pastor
at the Presbyterian Church here. I will
answer Mary Horey's question: Where is the
word "penknife" found in the Biblet It is
found in Jeremiah, the thirty-sixth chapter
and twenty-fifth verse. I will ask a question:
Where is the word "penny" found in the Bible!
Please do not let my letter reach the
waste basket. Your unknown friend,
Uvalde, Texas. Thomas Hardin.