Newspaper Page Text
10
THE YOUNG SOUTHERNER
All communications and contributions intended
for this department should be addressed to Mrs.
Louise T. Hodges, 83 East Avenue, Atlanta, Ga.
The Quiet Way.
What’s the use of worrying,
Os hurrying
And scurrying,
Everybody flurrying
And breaking up their rest,
When everything is teaching us,
Preaching and beseeching us,
To settle down and end the fuss,
For quiet ways are best?
The rain that trickles down in showers
A blessing brings to thirsty flowers,
And gentle zephyrs gather up
Sweet fragrance from each brimming cup.
There’s ruin in the tempest’s path,
There’s ruin in the voice of wrath,
And they alone are blest
Who early learn to dominate
Themselves, their violence abate,
And prove by their serene estate
That quiet ways are best.
—Selected.
li Whatsoever things are true; whatsoever things
are honest; whatsoever things are just; whatso
ever things are pure; whatsoever things are lovely;
whatsoever things are of good report; if there be
any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on
these things.”
To be true, honest, just, pure, lovely—what a
combination of excellent qualities to possess with
in oneself! But any one may have them by habit
ually thinking on these things, “for as he thinketh
in his heart, so is he.”
It is so easy to see faults and to think evil and
consequently to speak evil, that the habit of right
thinking needs to be carefully cultivated.
There is a flower of good, however small, in al
most every life. It may be very much overshad
owed and choked by the weeds of evil, but the ad
monition is, “if there be any virtue, and if there
be any praise, think on these things.”
By an oversight of the printers the charade to
which I called attention last week was omitted.
It will appear in this issue (unless the printers
again overlook it) and Miss Richards’ offer of the '
booklet to the first boy and girl who send the cor
rect answer, still holds good.
A Charade.
By MARGARET A. RICHARD.
My First is an organ whose use, if you lack,
You know’ not a pleasure most rare;
You ne’er are enraptured by song of the brook—
By song of the sea or the air.
My Second is builded on trees and on rocks,
And down in the grass at our feet;
It is never so high, it is never so low,
But the builder may thereto retreat.
M e y Third should each mortal in large measure have
If he would succeed in this life,
Without it discouragement qickly o’ercomes,
And he sinks in the midst of the strife.
My Fourth, it is said, was never once told
By the lad or the man, Washington.
I would that we all might truthfully say:
“I have never been guilty of one.”
My Whole is the loved, well known pseudonym
Os a good and a gifted young man
Who has written his way to the hearts of us all.
Now tell it to me, if you can.
Conducted by Louilse Threete Hodges.
With Correspondents.
Dear Editor:
I would like to tell you about my visit to Charles
ton, South Carolina, this summer, as it might inter
est some of your young readers. Charleston is a
very old city, and has a very interesting history.
At present there are many things and places of
interest to take up one’s time. The wharves, boats,
navy yard, the Battery, are all interesting. Mon
uments of William Pitt and of John C. Calhoun, and
busts of Henry Timrod, the poet, and of William
Gilmore Sims are objects of interest.
It is interesting to watch the unloading of fruit
boats from foreign ports. The boats are very
large, carrying many carloads of fruit, besides other
freight.
Charleston has a number of charitable institu
tions, among them are the city hospital, Charles
ton Orphan House, and the Home for Mothers, Wid
ows and daughters of Confederate Soldiers.
A few miles from the city are a number of at
tractive resorts. Chicora Park, four miles from the
city on the Cooper River; the Isle of Palms, direct
ly on the ocean, and Sullivan’s Island, which has
a fine beach for surf bathing and is also a naval
station, are all places of interest.
The harbor at Charleston is said to be one of
the safest on the coast. The harbor defenses in
clude Fort Moultrie and Fort Sumter.
There are many other interesting things I could
tell about Charleston, but it would take up too
much room. Yours truly,
Richard Lee Simms, Jr.
Dear Editor:
I will write you a letter of how I spent the
summer.
About the fourth of June I went to the country
and had the best time riding horses and mules.
Sometimes I would ride to town, which was about
three miles, and then ride to the pasture which
was about six miles from town.
The places where I went were Berlin, Selma and
Orrville, all in Alabama. I had the best time in Orr
ville.
My uncle has three horses and he let me have
one all the time to ride, and my brother one also.
At Berlin my uncle has twenty-five hundred acres
of land and ten horses and eighteen mules.
He has a hay-field and he baled hay and shipped
it to Montgomery, Ala., which is sixty-two miles
from where he lives. Selma is twelve miles and
Montgomery is fifty miles from Selma.
I certainly had a fine time. I will have to close
now. Your friend, Henry McCalley.
Dear Mrs. Hodges:
I am a Methodist minister’s daughter and my
father takes The Golden Age. I enjoy reading the
Young Southerner ever so much, so I thought I
would enter into your happy little band.
I want to tell you about my pleasant vacation.
We spent the summer in Americus with one of my
aunts, and every afternoon we would go horseback
riding and have the finest times. At night we
would play games out on the lawn.
But after having such a delightful time I was
glad to see school open again and be back with my
schoolmates. I expect to study harder this term
than I ever have. We certainly have a fine teacher
and I like him very much.
We have a lot of good friends here and would
like to stay another year if the conference sees
best.
When I grow up I should like to be a missionary
and go to some foreign country and teach the heath
en. I think that is one of the best things any one
could do.
I will close, with much love to the Young South
erner. Your little friend,
Annie Mae Bridges,
The Golden Age for October 4, 1906.
Dear Editor:
We have started to school again and I thought I
would write to you.
I had a fine time in the country at my Uncle
John’s this vacation.
I went fishing and swimming and hunting. We
had plenty of fruit and so forth.
I had two fine dogs; one named Snip and the
other, Dodger. They were both fine dogs. They
were bird dogs and good swimmers. We caught
a bullbat in the water.
My uncle owns a hotel and a drug store.
I will end my letter now as I have nothing else
to say. Your friend,
Melvin Tinsley.
Dear Mrs. Hodges:
I have seen so manv nice letters in the Young
Southerner and I concluded I would write to you,
too.
I live in a small town where there is not much to
write about and that is one reason I enjoy reading
the letters of other girls and boys. I think it must
be very nice to live in a large city, where there is
so much to see and learn.
We have a very good school and I like my teacher
and most all of my school mates. I study hard and
nearly always have good lessons and that pleases
my teacher.
I have a good music teacher and I like to practice
my lessons. My father says when I learn to play
well he will give me a gold watch, so, of course, I
am anxious to learn as fast as I can, besides I like
to have good lessons anyhow.
I hope the boys and girls will continue to write
letters, as I enjoy readging them so much.
Your true friend,
Sara Valeria Johnston.
A Good Cat Story.
A clergyman had a cat which was a great favorite
in the family, and endowed with some qualities not
usually credited to her humble species. Puss at
one time had a very interesting family of little kit
tens. They were all bright and active, but one of
them was observed to have a greater resemblance
to its mother than the rest, and was indeed the
prettiest kitten of the whole, and the mother showed
a peculiar attachment to it. A neighbor begged
one of them, and being allowed her choice, selected
the favorite and carried it home. All this occurred
in the absence of the feline mother, who, on her re
turn, evidently observed with concern the absence
of her pet. She immediately commenced searching
the house and outbuildings, insisted on having the
doors opened for her admission to all the rooms in
the house, and when satisfied that it was not on tne
premises, she instituted search throughout the
neighborhood. Occasionally she would return to
her remaining little ones for the purpose of meeting
their demands on her for nourishment, and then
she would again renew the search for her lost fav
orite.
Having explored the premises of all the near
neighbors, she at length entered the last house in
the village, where she finally found the object of
her long and persevering pursuit. She caressed it
with every manifestation of material fondness and
delight, and then, much to the surprise of the lady
of the house, took her departure, leaving the kitten
behind. She was not, however, long absent. In a
few hours she returned bringing one of her other
kittens in her mouth, which she placed on the floor
beside the newly found. “Ah!” thought the lady,
“so I am to have the mother and all her progeny
quartered upon me.” This, however, was not the
intention of the cat; for, after caressing the kitten
she had brought for a few moments, she took the
other in her mouth and carried it to its former
home, and never after visited the one she had given
in exchange for it.—Our Dumb Animals.