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▲ JOURNAL OF LITERATURE AND DOMESTIC
« • ECONOMY.
PUBLISHED MONTHLY.
Athens, Ga., Feb., 1889.
Edited ‘by KATE GARLAND,
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To each and all who have aided usin any
way—by encouraging words, by subscrip
tions or by contri^itions —we extend
heartfelt thanks. • », s
, In the “ Bright Baby ” department our
readers will have the pleasure of finding
the name of the little one to whom the
medal for 1888 has been awarded.
Let our readers make a general informa
tion bureau of the Correspondence depart
ment, in which all may feel free to ask and
answer questions. What more valuable
feature could a home palter possess?
“ Why, I could fill your ‘ Bright
Baby’ column with my little one’s
smart sayings,” a subscriber recently re
marked. Well do so, by all mean*. It
will amuse our readers and give you these
remarks in good shape for preservation,
even if the judges do not pronounce yours
the brightest of bright babies and award it
the prize.
“Rosa,” a pure and entertaining serial
will commence in Woman’s Work at an
early date. Charming and ennobling, vi
vacious and pathetic, it appeals with equal
poVerto the heart and fancy. It belongs
to the highest class of fiction, and will be
a rare treat to the reading public. We
hope to add many thousand subscribers be
fore the opening chapters appear.
Can’t write for Woman’s Woßk? Did
you ever try? Yoh won’t find it very
difficult, and your favorite recipe, or meth
od of doing something to add to the
brightness or comfort of home may help
some one out of a difficulty. If you know
nothing to tell, suppose you ask for some
information and thus afford an opportunity
for others to express themselves.
Each month we welcome new names to
our pages, and each month we are informed
that Woman’s Work is better than ever.
We hope this opinion will always prevail,
and believe it will, if every reader will only
tell us what she knows about promoting
comfort, health and happiness in the home.
Why should you hesitate to write to your
paper more than to a friend? You have
no better friend than Woman’s Work.
Matter should reach us for an issue as
early in the previous month as possible—
by the Wth any way.
In January Woman’s Work our esteem
ed contributor, Mrs. Cy Morlan, has given
us some stern facts in the guise of an «Ee-
gory. If “ The Departed Glories of Health
ful Womanhood ” is given the true inter
pretation, it can but carry appalling truths
to the understanding of woman. So much
is being written bn this subject—the sac
rifice of-all that is physically strong and
beautiful, to the shrine of Fashion—that we
hope there may be an awakening of that
faculty which has *o» long seemed dormant
in our sex—common sense. When we
wisely consent to attain a more perfect
physical developement, we may be sure
that it will bring an enrichment of the in
tellectual and moral natures—so close and
inscrutable is the alliance of mind and
matter.
It is now, that we realize and fully ap
preciate the friendships which hav§ been
formed for Woman’s Work by its readers.
A little over one year a.go, it asked the
support of the public. Many subscribed
hesitatingly:—others distrustfully—fearing
its fate would be as that of so many.new
publications—a brief existence. But our
gratification is great, that those who
subscribed indifferently, at first, now ac
company their renewals with expressions
of the highest praise; many, both old and
young,men and women, saying they cannot
dowithot it. But more substantial proof is
many Ahat enclose subscriptions for their
friends either as presents, or secured so
licitation. As prospects brighten and friends
multiply, our interest increases. Every
favor helps to overcome our difficulties, and
addtb4fie value of your favorite paper.
•In this issue we give our readers the por
trait of our valued friend and contributor—
Sylvia Silverthorne. While it shows us
something oFtbe form of her features, how
little does it tell of the wealth of exquisite
thought and feeling and the great,, beauti
ful soul that lie behind the womanly face I
Rarely have we been so impressed with
’the of art, to give anything like
a perfect representation of irhe life and
beauty.
who have read Sylvia Silver
thorne’s contributions in Woman’s Work,
can have some conception of her inimitable
graces of heart and mind; how she can
touch us by tender pathos, delight us with
her humor, or hold our deep interest by
the rich and varied thoughts that come
from her facile pen.
The pen-pictures she has given of her soul
and heart, we may take as a truer index
to her charming personality, than any por
trait could be.
We are glad to count Sylvia Silverthorne
among the real and esteemed friends of
Woman’s Work.
We are glad that so many are sending
in responsive prayers, and earnest wishes
for “ Harry.” We wish that every woman
in the land could read his letter in January
Woman’s Work, and each take the lesson
to herself. When womon perfectly fills
her sphere, and exerts for good
that she holds, then, and not till then,
will temperance be a common virtue. Let
her keep her sweet womanliness, and
prompted by an unselfish, great-soul-love
for all humanity, and the yea nihg desire
to help make God’s creatures as free from
earth-stain as He would have them—give
words, warm with love and sympathy.
Yes, sympathy and love,' are more than all
else. We have nothing but commenda
tion for the woman who is “ Harry’s” friend;
her’s is the true method, and we have every
reason to believe that the reformation is
lasting. Our hopes and prayers are that it
may be so.
How many, many women can do such a
work I It is but showing a true friendli
ness to one who needs it, as does the fever
ed brow long for the touch of cool, loving,
gentle fingers; it is jut': being a woman as
God meant you to be. Who will join this
movement for temperance reform, which
has no organization but the. common
brother-hood that binds all that is human
together; simply the Divine mission given
woman—to bring earth and Heaven nearer
together.
For this department we desire t K e bright,
wise, and witty remarks of the little pnes
tfnder six years of age, and ask all sub
scribers to send what they can, that their
babies may get full credit for their “say
ings.” A record will be kept of all the
original contributions. At the close of
1889 a competent committee will be chosen
to, select the “smartest speech,” and the
little one who made it, will be presented
with a handsomely engraved gold medal
Such a medal will be highly prized through
life by the fortunate one, and we hope on
this account, and for the amusement of our
readers, that each will be given a chance.
No. 116. Little Tommy,not three years old,
was kneeling at his mamma’s knee lisping
“nowl lay me”etc. When shesaid thasecond
“I pray Thee, Lord,” for him to repeat, he
looked up quickly, and said. “Did pay de
Lord, once, mamma.”
No. 117. A lit tie girl four years old.once ac
• companied her mother to a dentist office. He
was lond of children, and at once exclaim
ed, “what a dear little girl I I wonder what
you live upon; bread and milk?” The
child only looked at him with her sweet,
serious blue-eyes and shook her head.
“Oh. 1 know what you live on.potatoes
and butter!” “No, I don’t,” she replied.
“I live on—Dooster (Gloucester) street.
No. 118. Little two-year-old was sitting
in papa’s lap one sabbath morning while
mamma prepared breakfast, and was being
amused with his father’s watch. W’heii
told that the ticking was “a little.boy cut
ting wood, ” he cried eagerly “Tell him to
’top it papa! Tell him to ’top it! Dod will
be mad with him!” He had not been told
that it was the Sabbath day.
No. 119. Our Pastor’s little three-year
old daughter was spending the night with
me. On putting’her to bed I asked if she
would not kiss me good-night. She hid her
face shyly saying: .“Ugh! oo too dignity.”
“How?” I asked. “Oo too much fatty.li*
THE BRIGHTEST BABY.
Our readers* who have &een amused by
the originality and witticisms of this de
partment, and especially the fond mothers,
are doubtless looking forward with inter
est to the award of the“ Brightest Baby ’’
medal. We now take pleasure in announc
ing the.name of the little one who has un
consiously won this distinction.
The majority of those concerned in the
matter, voted that the question be decided
by some distinguished party or parties in
Athens, to be designated by the publisher.
We, exercising due discretion, placed
the matter in the hands of Miss M. Ruther
ford, the efficient principal of Lucy Cobb
Institute.
The “sayings” were numbered when
published, all names beingomitte'd, so there
can be no charge of partiality brought
against our talented arbiter.
.In response to the request made of her,
Miss Rutherford writes:—
Athens, Feb. 15,1889.
Mr. Mitchell:—
I have decided in favor of No. 104,
although I must confess it was a much
more difficult task than I had expected, for
I found my judgment wavering constantly.
Finally, taking age and originality into
consideration, I make this decision.
Trusting that it may meet with your ap
proval, I remain
• Yours truly
M. Rutherford.
No. 104. Two-and-a-half-year-old daugh
ter, who has been attending Sabbath school
and learned a few of the catechism ques
tions:
“Mamma, who made you?”
Mamma—“God.”
Baby—“ Well, how did you feel ’forehe
put your head on?”
Turning to the orignal manuscript of
“Bright Baby” sayings, we find that No.
104 represents Miss Blanche Innis oi
Alexandria, Ind.
We tender our congratulations to our
little friend who is selected as the brightest
of so many bright babies, and some of them
boy babii s, too.
As soon as her friends advise us in re
gard to the engraving of the medal,weshall
promptly order it and take pleasure in
sending it to her address. Ana now what
baby will enjoy this distincteon at the end
of this year?
The first business lie is the poorest invest
ment that can be made.
Do your duty as ir'you were the only
ether person in the world left to perform it.
For Woman’s Work.
HOME DECORATION.
B. A. RONZONE.
INTRODUCTION.
If the decorative artist cannot turn to
woman for sincere encouragement, to whom
shall he turn ? Who is better fitted than
the fair-sex of our land, to justly recognize
the importance of his beautiful art, or to
cause it to advance to that noble elevation
it ought to occupy ? An elevation sugges
tive of purity, of propriety, of simplicity,
in a word, of the beautiful; built upon that
most solid of bases, common sense!
If my long experience with those to
whom has been given, by the Creator, the
very molding of human character, had not
convinced me that they hold the destiny
of American art in their fair hands; that
they are always willing to hearken to plaus
ible reasoning, and look with favor and
indulgence on all attempts, no matter how
feeble, made in its behalf, I would not
think for a moment of submitting these
articles to their candid judgement.
*****
Do you admire color, my dear reader?
Have sun-set skies and rainbow hues, or
the more somber tints of evening, the
power of awakening pleasure in your soul ?
If you are blessed with such a nature, I am
sure you will find interest, and pleasure,
in agreeing to what I am about to propose.
I am going to ask you to accompany me on
a visit to a lady friend of mine, who has
lately completed the decorations of her
home. Os course I have a standing invi
tation from her —for myself and friends—
to call and, inspect the “ creations ” of her
taste, if I may thus express it.
But do not suppose that you are going to
some very grand building, whose facade
is covered with Tuscan and Greek, with
Roman and Gothic, and with Moorish and
Renaissance details, showing plainly the
great advancement in modern composite
architecture, and illustrating in an unmis
takable manner the classic turn of mind of
some peculiar architects, and the power of
an inventive genius unrestrained I Think
not that you.are going to see an interior
filled with the free imitations of the castoff
styles of the old world, surrounding a pom
pous woman, profusely covered with silks
and satins, laces and Aashy jewelry, stand
ing.upon a “.loud” colored parpet of a
’liTrge, sprawling pattern .of, flowers and
leaves, and horrible griffins, an cLolh eur. things
which some people like to step upon. Do
not suppose that you will see gaudy wall
paper of nondescript designs, with a ground
of glaring bronze, brightened here and
there with diamond dust; that you are
going to see elaborate ceilings covered with
paper, or«pretty ornaments in gold and
silver and bronze. Do not suppose you
are going to see the oddest of furniture—
constructed without any regard for com
fort—in imitation of the antique, with por
tions thereof filled with gunshot to take
the place ot the work of insects; that you
are going to see carvings done in putty
and stained to appear likse wood, and mar
ble mantles painted and grained to repre
sent walnut or oak. If you suppose my
dear reader, that you are going to see any
thing of this kind you will be much disap
pointed, and I sincerely hope, agreeably so.
If you go with me, you will simply see a
neat, unpretentious house—nos on a grand
avenue, but on a side street—a plain,brown
stone front, lonic in style. You will see a
wealthy, but plain and refined lady. lam
positive you will be pleased with her. She
has such an agreeable way about her, she
is so natural in all her manners, that you
will immediately feel quite at ease in her
presence. You will, very probably, see
her children, who will vie with one another,
especially her charming daughters, in mak
ing you feel that you are welcome. In a
word, you are going to see a home, the con
tents of which are free from all lowly im
itations of what the true artistic eye looks
upon as vulgar and debasing. You are
going to see a completely decorated house
in which the artistic arrangement of color
plays the most important part, in its beau
ty and attractiveness; you will see what a
refined imagination is capable of creating,
when swayed by that master of masters—
common sense! May I then have the
pleasure of your company and attention in
the sketches I shall begin in the next issue
of Woman’s Work?
M » Ml
No baby in the house, I know
’Tis far too nice and clean;
No tops by careless fingers thrown
Upon the floor are seen;
No finger marks are on the panes,
No scratches on the chairs ;
No wooden men set up in rows
Or marshaled off in pairs;
No little stockings to be darned—
All ragged at the toes;
No pile of mending to be done,
Made up of baby clothes;
No little troubles to be soothed,
No little hands to fold,
No grimy fingers to be washed,
No story to be told ;
No tender kisses to be given,
No nick names “Love'’ and “Mouse,”
No merry frolics after tea—
No baby in the house.