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THE YOUNG SOUTHERNER All communications and contributions intended for this department should be addressed to Mrs. Louise T. Hodges, 83 East Avenue, Atlanta, Ga. Note: The “Little Health Sermon,” which appear ed in this department last week, was copied from the editorial columns of The American Boy, and credit therefor was withheld by mistake. Its source is now. acknowledged. L. T. H. The Order of The Golden Age. “The watchers on the heights can see the fore glow of the dawning day of Peace and Righteous ness and Brotherhood, and from East to West the planet is vibrating with the sense of the coming awakening and of the coming glory.” One by one the barriers that hinder are being broken down; ignorance, prejudice and superstition are being swept away; and every hour the great tide of spiritual influence from the higher spheres —illuminating, purifying and transforming—aug ments and gathers strength. Ideals which were considered to be Utopian dreams of the unattainable a few decades ago, are regarded as practical policies to-day, and are being seriously considered and striven for both by old and young.” Are the foregoing words of truth and soberness, or do they simply express the illusions of a vision ary? There is no question that many forces are at work for the redemption of mankind from selfish ness, greed, cruelty and all forms of inhumanity, and for the spread of the spirit of altruism. Among the many organizations whose object is the universal betterment of mankind, is one called the Order of the Golden Age, with headquarters at Paignton, England. The object of this Order as specifically stated, is: “To proclaim and hasten the advent of a Golden Age when Humaneness and Righteousness, Peace and Spirituality shall reign upon earth, and when kindness and good will towards every fellow-crea ture shall prevail in the human heart. “To protest against, and to endeavor to terminate all social customs and ideas which hinder the ad vent of that promised era, and which violate the Christian spirit, but especially such as involve un necessary bloodshed, the oppression of the weak and defenceless, and the infliction of cruelty upon animals. “To advocate the study and observance of those physical laws which concern the welfare of the human body. To teach that it is the Temple of the Spirit, and is, therefore, sacred. To affirm that phy sical, mental and spiritual health are so closely related that laws concerning the health of the body or the mind demand reverence from all religious persons as surely as do those relating to the health of the soul.” Whether we are members of any organization or not, certainly all of us ought to be in sympathy with such as advocate kindness, good will, helpful ness and all the principles and practices that tend to peace, happiness, health and purity of life, and can give the weight of our influence to their ad vancement. With Correspondents. Dear Mrs. Hodges:— I have been thinking I would write to the Young Southerner ever since the Golden Age was first pub lished, and so far I see that not a single boy has written to it. I am only a little boy eleven years old. My broth ers and I are agents in Cordele for the Golden Age. We have succeeded in securing a number of sub scribers to it, and hope to do good work for it this year. If any of the boys and girls who read this Conducted by Louise Threete Hodges. paper want to subscribe, I would appreciate it if they would send me their names, as 1 am an agent, and want to get all I can. We had the sweet pleasure of having Bro. Up shaw in our home for several hours last Wednesday afternoon and evening. His bright, happy presence was an inspiration to us boys. We wish for him great success in his new paper, and we hope some day to be as good and useful as he has been and is. We put all of our money we make from selling the papers, and getting subscribers into the bank. Cordele is a flourishing South Georgia town of about 7,000 inhabitants. We have a nice, large public school, and a num ber of teachers. I am in the sixth grade. My brothers are in grades below me. With best wishes for the success of the Golden Age, I am trying to select a motto from the ones given in the Youn Southerner last week, but they are all so good I have not yet decided upon mine. I am sincerely, JAMES BARTLETT KELLY. Cordele, Ga. Dear Editor:—• As I have only seen one letter from a boy through the Young Southerner, I thought I would write one to keep the girls from getting ahead of the boys. The letter was from Bob White, of Atlanta. I am like Bob; I like the girls. I have seen some of the prettiest girls out here in the country. The boys out here would like to kiss the girls every few min utes. My papa writes for the Golden Age. His name is Eugene Ray, of Columbus, Ga. I stay with my grandpa and grandma. Sincerely, RALPH RAY. Sweetwater, Tenn. Editor Young Southerner:— As I haven’t sseen a letter from Dooly, (the gar den spot of Georgia), I thought I would like to write a short one. I am an interested reader of the Golden Age, and read the Young Southerner first. I like to see “Earnest Willie’s” name appear on our page. I am teaching, and think it one of the grandest callings on earth, because our Lord was a teacher. I believe in doing what our parents say, but I do not agree with Bob White on letting some one else choose our vocations in life. Yours truly, A READER. Dear Editor:—• The letters from the boys and girls have interest ed me very much, and I think the Golden Age is a fine paper. I have been reading a good deal about the manu facture of art glass in the United States. I saw some beautiful art glass windows in a new house, and I was interested in finding out how they were made, so I have been inquiring and reading about the industry. If you think the boys and girls would be interest ed, I will write something about it for the Young Southerner. I think Mabel May’s suggestion about mottoes is a good one, and I am going to select one to keep in mind. I like poetry and I hope you will publish some every week. I clip out the pieces I like best and keep them in my scrap-book. A ery truly yours, ETHEL MAE S. We should be clad to have Ethel Mae tell us what she has learned about the manufacture of art glass. The Golden Age for April 5, 1906. Daring To Be Safe. “You can’t do that,” said a little boy, running along the top of a stone wall, and looking down at his still smaller companion on the ground below him. “You don’t dast to try it. I can jump clear down on the other side, too. I ain’t afraid.” The little fellow on the ground looked at the unsafe wall and the forbidden orchard beyond. The imputation cast upon his courage evidently troubled him, and for a moment he did not know how to re fute it. Then his voice shrilled out triumphantly: “That ain’t nothin’! I dast to stay on this side.” His reply was wiser than he knew. Knowing the safe way, and daring to keep it, may seem a very humdrum proceeding, but it marks a far stronger brain than that of one who is always skirting along the edge of danger, whether physical or moral, and avoiding it by an inch. The courage that refuses to take needless risks is a sort of courage that is very much in demand in our country to-day. Tn all the rushing life about us there is, on every hand, the temptation to venture wildly, and take rash chances, if so one may but mount more quickly. To resolutely choose to be sure, safe, honest, even though slow, calls for courage of no mean type.—Forward. What Dust Does for Us. Many of our readers will wonder what can be said about dust, except that it is a great bother, which has to he fought off and out of everything we want to keep clean. While dust contains many of our mortal enemies, it is one of our very best friends; and the finer it is, the more we owe to it. If there were no dust, the sky would not be blue, there would be no rain drops, no snowflakes, no hailstones, no clouds, no gorgeous sunsets, no beautiful sunrises. The in stant the sun passed out of sight, we should be in darkness. The instant it rose, it would be a sharp circle of light in a black sky. There would be no evening glow to chat or think in, no lovely dawn with bird song and cattle low at nature’s wakening. The dome of the sky would be as dark as it is on a bright moonlight night. The moon and stars would shine by day in all their brightness. The whole earth would he in a deep, dark shadow, ex cepting where the sun’s rays fell directly upon it in one great, blinding circle. Rays of sunlight, or any other kind of light, go straight through all kinds of gases, no matter of what they are made. In passing through them, if they contain no dust, the rays cannot be seen— they are invisible. You have often seen sunlight enter a darkened room through party opened shut ters, or a crack, or a knot-hole. You have noticed that the rays were full of dust moving about in every direction. The air is made of gases, mixed. You did not see the rays of light; you saw the light in the sun reflected by the particles of dust. Mil lions of these particles were too small for you to see, but not too small for such a searching thing as light to miss. The light we call daylight is the light of the sun’s rays reflected from the particles of dust in the air about our earth. Moonlight is the light of the sun reflected from the moon, which ’s • >•-q mass of particles compressed into a huge ball. The earth is nothing more. If both of them were >r-v <| fine and scattered, they would be but dust.—*Sun day School Times. When Miss Susan B. Anthony was buried at her home in Rochester, N. Y., the flags of the city were at half-mast, and every mark of respect was shown her memory. Few women have received more honors than she in her long and eventful career, as few, if any, have made the fights. 11