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w Prize Essay Offer. As the time slowly approaches for the awarding of the prizes in The Golden Age’s “prize essay contest,” it is opportune to say that manuscripts may be sent in at any time. Also that many inqui ries have been received at this office regarding rules, etc., and that these have all been ansewred as promptly as possible. But it is stated here that un ess the number and standard of the essays submit ted warrant the awarding of the cash prizes oif $50.00, $25.00 and $15.00 respectively, The Golden Age reserves the right to prolong the offer to such time as an adequate number of manuscripts shall be received. It is hoped, however, that enough will be on hand by July 4th—the day set for the close of the contest—to enable the awards to be made as soon after that date as is now contemplated. Lucian L. Knight. Lucian L. Knight comes back to Georgia, and thousands of hearts are glad. Ever since he won the love and admiration of every boy who knew him at the Boys’ High School in Atlanta—ever since that estimate of honor was increased through a wider constituency while he was a student at the University of Georgia, and especially since that love was widened and deepen ed a thousand fold as he “walked from easy effort to success” through the brilliant beauty of his soulful pen on the editorial staff of the Constitu tion, Lucian L. Knight has held a place in the heart of Georgia and the South equaled by few young men of his day. Thre was a sort of suppressed, reluctant congrat ulation when young Knight’s newspaper genius, supported by a stalwart Christian character, caused his promotion from special correspondent and re porter to the editorial chair—“next to the throne,” because his personality was largely lost in the gen eral call and duty of editorial demands. His po ems—the rarest of the rare—almost ceased and his signed articles were seldom seen. His heavy work would not allow it. And yet the flashing gleams of his radiant gems, and the heart-beat of his great soul were seen and felt everywhere. And not alone with his pen did he win the heart of the public, as a speaker he was much in demand, and the reputation which his pen had won for him was always sustained, and often enhanced by his graceful oratory. “He makes me think of Grady,” said many a man as he finished an article, by Lucian L. Knight. And “that voice—that soul—that magic use of language makes us think of Grady,” said many as they heard him speak. Thus he wrote—thus he spoke—thus he reigned in a constantly widening realm, until everybody was startled, by the announcement that L. L. Knight had resigned from his high editorial position to enter the Presbyterian ministry. But the inner circle of his friends were not sur prised. They knew his devotion to his Master and rejoiced that his brilliant gifts were to be even more directly consecrated to the cause of Christ. Several years at the Theological Seminary at Princeton, and then the beloved and popular asso ciate pastor of the Central Presbyterian church in Washington, D. C., and now to be Field Secretary of Agnes Scott Institute at Decatur! This is the career which his many friends have fiillowgd with so much iatwt; wd now rejoice /WT TlfgfW’'' fflfi jiw The Golden Age for April 26, 1906. over in Georgia, at least, with pride and thanks giving. George W. Scott has joined the immortals on earth and in Heaven. He loved humanity for Christ’s sake better than he loved his thousands, and Agnes Scott Institute stands to-day not only an honor to his memory, and the handmaiden of God whom he has thus linked to the young woman hood of the South, but an intellectual and spirit ual lighthouse calling girls to culture and conse cration. The growth of Agnes Scott has called for ex pansion and endowment, and Lucian L. Knight comes to put his ample shoulders under this great responsibility. What a feast of eloquence will the people be treated to wherever his advocacy of this great work sls I®* "A wF 9SSK n LUCIAN L. KNIGHT. will lead him ’ What a blessing he will prove to those whom he leads', under God, into the joy of such wise investment as the Christian education of woman! Good speed—good speed, royal, knightly Lucian Knight! God give you that crown of success which you and your great cause so richly deserve! Sometime. “Sometime in God’s wise providence,” •So reads the words of living fire, “They shall receive due recompense,” When they shall all be called “up higher” To thrones prepared for kings like these, To robes far whiter than the snow, Where wounds nor pain nor fell disease Their perfect purified forms shall know. “Somewhere in God’s great universe He has for them this great reward,” Full as was their self-sacrifice, Bestowed upon them by their Lord, Sometime—somewhere—o carve the thought Jn gtone—SO that the world may read. Exchange, Being Punctual At the Table. Punctuality from a business standpoint is a car dinal virtue; in social life it is the essence of con sideration; the most common good manners cannot exist without. And no one is so well prepared to appreciate it as the housewife. Every woman who looks after the home knows what it is to have break fast kept waiting by a delinquent, the set hour un observed, the summons disregarded, the sweetness of her temper tried to the utmost, and the whole day put back and started wrong. And even worse is it to have dinner left to dry in the oven where it must be left in the effort to keep warm. A lit tle unavoidable delay here, a loitering there, a stop ping to chat a few minutes with an acquaintance, can run the minutes soon off to the hour mark. And dinner an hour old—dinner cooked and waiting for sixty whole minutes! It were enough to try the spirit of an angel—aye, and to incite it to things not heavenly. Even with being often reminded we are prone lo take our blessings, the very dearest and most es sential, too much as matter of course. We forget, besides the trouble and the labor, all the thoughts and pains (and oftentimes love) that goes into the preparation of what is intended not only to sat isfy our hunger, but to afford us delectation as well. And to set all this at naught, to spoil both plans and viands, through carelessness or just fail ure to be on time, were too bad. It is easy enough to see it in somebody else. The question was asked one day at table: “What is the grandest sin in the world?” And, after a little discussion, the answer accepted was, “Sel fishness,” —for selfishness includes every possible offense, or its motive. We have only to think a moment to see that self-indulgence is only selfish ness; we do not like to have it called by so bald and uncompromising a name, but the indulgence which prevents our being prompt at meals is, when all is said and acknowledged, nothing less—or be ing punctual for any engagement, as for that mat ter. The other day at lunch with a gentleman who has passed his four score years and five, and the habit of whose life has been consideration for all about him, we received a lesson taught all unwittingly, since he is too truly courteous and considerate to assume, even with his years, to be didactic, but which brought home to us our own dereliction. “I have never,” said he, “missed being present at a single meal in twenty years—why, I suppose in thirty years. I have not always cared to eat, but I have been at table.” Ami we who know him understood —there had been .times in plenty when he was not well, and would really have been the better for hav ing his coffe, or some invalid dainty, served in his room where he could be comfortable in dressing gown and slippers, but consideration for others led him to spare them the little extra trouble, and to dress himself carefully, whatever his indisposition, and appear punctually in his place. This thing of conforming, of holding ourselves amenable to whatsoever rules be, whether of law, propriety, or home management, is all-important. We do not realize it, if wo have never had the priv ilege and the burden of being housewives—but bow much better if we did! * 9