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THE YOUNG SOUTHERNER
Good Will Toward Men.
When good will toward one another shall become
universal among men, then shall peace reign on the
earth. The two conditions are so intimately asso
ciated that one is the natural sequence of the other.
Therefore, in the measure that we cultivate good
will in like measure do we promote peace.
We can think kindly of people and speak kindly
of them, whether or not they measure up to
our standard of model citizens. Nor should we
be too exacting in our measurements. We should
remember that people are not born into the world
with equal endowments of intelligence, agreeeable
ness, and ability to acquire the best in morals and
manners. There are different dispositions and vast
ly different environments. Some are handicapped
by lack of inherent good nature, and by environ
ment not calculated to develop even the germ of
good that may be in them.
Os course it is not desirable that we should ac
cept as intimate friends all with whom we daily
or occasionally come in contact (they may find it
no more desirable than do we), but we can be al
ways in the attitude of mind to see the best that
is in our felftw mortals, and be ready to do them
good as we can find opportunity.
When the good will of individual to individual
shall broaden to good will between nations, then
shall wars cease, swords be beaten into plowshares,
spears into pruning hooks, and universal peace
reign on earth.
With Correspondents.
We have a number of very interesting letters
this week which I am sure our readers ■will enjoy.
The young people who write letters are thinking
and observing intelligently, and they are the ones
who will accomplish something worth while in the
world.
There are hundreds of bright boys and girls
who read The Golden Age. Let us hear from
more of them, and again from those who have
written.—L. T. H.
Dear Editor:—
You very kindly ask what we would rather see
on the Young Southerner page of The Golden Age.
What would be most interesting to us?
The subject that interests me most is “Great
Men and Women,” and also how they came to be
great men and women.
There is another subject that interests me very
much, and that is on the line of education. These
subjects are very closely connected. Education is
generally what makes great men.
The reason I am so fond of these subjects is that
my ambition is to make a man w 7 ho will rank with
the greatest men that Mississippi has ever sent
out into the fields of action.
Yours truly,
Verona, Miss. Eugene Grissom.
Dear Editor:—
This is my second effort to entertain the writers
and readers of the Young Southerner. I wish some
one would write a poem, as T delight in reading them.
I am going to try to write one now, and I hope it
will be published.
This is my first poem, and if I succeed in this
work, I think I will be a constant writer.
The Story of a Nest.
A dear little bird, one summer’s day
Built its nest far, far away,
For here it truly thought it best
To build this beautiful little nest,
Conducted by Louise Threete Hodges.
It was not built high in a tree
Where every passer-by could see,
But down in a brier-patch so deep
That only those who sought could peep.
A father and his child one day
Chanced to pass along this way,
And this little nest is what they found
While looking for berries near the ground.
“Is this a nest?” the father cried,
As his little girl came near his side,
“Yes, father dear, it is,” she said,
As near the ground she bent her head.
“Oh! here are two little eggs of blue
The bird has tried to hide from view,
If I were the bird,” the little girl said,
“I would hide my nest far overhead.”
“But,” said the father, in a pleasing tone,
“These little eggs are not alone,
Our Heavenly Father, who watches all,
Cares for the bird and the eggs so small.
All you who read this story through,
Would you believe that it is true?
If you will come with me some day,
I’ll show you where the little eggs lay.
Atlanta, Ga. Mary Booker.
My Dear Mrs. Hodges:—
Let me take you and the Young Southerners to
an all-day singing on this glorious Fourth of July.
Here we are at an old-time church in a beautiful
grove. It’s a large church, yet cannot hold half
the people here to-day. We have some fine singing
and music, and some speeches. There is a long table
out under the trees, full of everything good to eat,
free for all, and there are stands selling lemon
ade, candy, etc.., with fruit and melons.
All enjoy the day and return home thankful for
the day of rest from the toil and labor of the
fields. As this is a fine farming country all earn
their bread by the sweat of their brow.
I, your writer, am an invalid in a wheel-chair, and
never had the pleasure of going to school, but have
tried to learn a little at home. Our lives are not
all sunshine here, yet the heavier the cross the
brighter the crown, if the cross is rightly borne.
If any of your young writers wish to cheer a
shut-in, your letters to me will be as bright as a
butterfly on a sunflower.
With loving greeting to every reader of The
Golden Age, Your little Sunbeam,
Yatesville, Ga. Mollie E. Willis.
Dear Editor:—
You asked the boys and girls to tell you what they
like to read about. I think all the letters are in
teresting, but I like best to read about a bug that I
saw the ther day that was strange to me. I never
saw one like it before. It was about the size of
a large straw. While I watched it it was very
still, and clinging so close to the vine it was on
it looked like it might be a part of the vine. But
the strange part about it was that about every
two or three seconds it spouted out a small drop
of water. The water was spouted out with so
much force that it fell on the floor of the veranda
some distance from where the bug was, and it fell
every time in the same place, so that there was quite
a little puddle of water, at least a teaspoonful, I
think. I watched the bug for some time, and when
I left it it was still spouting. Now, the mys
tery to me is how so small a bug could spout so
much water. I wonder if any of the boys or girls
have over seen one like it, or can tell me its name,
or anything about it.
I enjoyed Marlow John’s letter. I know he and
The Golden Age for July 19, 1906.
Charlie had a fine time out there in the woods,
even if they did get scared and start to run.
I would like to know if any of the boys have ever
made a collection of bird’s eggs.
I must not make my letter too long, so will
close. Yours truly,
James Roy Smith.
Dear Editor:—
You want to know what the boys and girls pre
fer to read about in the Young Southerner.
I like best to know what the young people are
doing, and what they expect to be when they grow
up. I think we ought to decide as soon as we can
what is to be our life work, and try to prepare
ourselves for it.
I like, also, to read of the lives of great men
and women, so that we can try to imitate them.
When I read of the noble deeds of some great men
I always feel like I want to get to be a man.
My ambition now is some day to be governor
of my state. That is a high ambition, I know, but
all our governors were once boys, and what one boy
accomplished another may if he tries hard enough.
Your true friend,
Willis J.
How It Assisted.
Dr. Pills: “Why are you always so careful to
inquire what your patients eat? Does it assist you
in diagnosis?”
Dr. Squills: “Yes, I can form some idea from
their dinners what to charge ’em.”—Cleveland
Leader.
A Find.
“See what I got,” cried Bobby, a city-bred boy,
as he came running in from a chicken coop, holding
in his hand a china egg.
“Oh, go put it back,” exclaimed Mabel, his six
year-old sister. “That’s the egg the hen measures
by. ’ ’ —J udge.
The Boy: “8100-00-o! I dtreamed last night
that our school was burnt down.”
The Sympathetic Old Gentleman: “Oh, don’t
cry, my little lad. I don’t believe that. I’m sure
it can’t be true.”
The Boy: “So am I. There’s the top o’ it over
the hill—boo-00-o!”—London Sketch.
“One of you boys may one day be President!”
the school visitor said.
“Lot of chance, ain’t there,” was the reply.
“Lot of chance when there ain’t a bear or bob
cat in a thousand miles of here.”—Puck.
Opportunity and Honesty.
Governor John A. Johnson, of Minnesota, in a re
cent article setting forth the evil of living simply
to amass money, has a word to say to the young
man about opportunity. “It has often been said,”
he writes, “that the opportunities for the young
man are as good today as ever they were in the his
tory of the world, and I heartily agree with that
idea. When I was a young man 1 thought that if I
had come to Minnesota in 1854 I would have Tiad
better opportunities than I did have, but it was a
mistaken idea of youth.” Governor Johnson says
that character is the most desirable thing in the
world and the foundation for all true success, and
that all the money in the world cannot buy an hon
est man. He makes an appeal to boys to aim always
to be achieving something and to be honest in every
effort. “It is honesty,” he says, “that makes men
railway managers ami bank presidents, and there
never was such a demand for honest men in the
world as there is today. ’ ’ —American Boy.