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N THE recent issues of The Golden
Age, the space which we usually devote
to letters from our young friends has
been filled with other matters relating
to the changes in the department as
well as to our Christmas offer, and to
subjects regarding the Christmas sea
son. This alone has prevented the pub-
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- lication of all the letters we have had,
but it is now possible for us to print the contents
of our mail-box, and we know that each letter will
prove of interest to all our readers.
The interest manifested in the “Order of the
Golden Age” is very gratifying, and we are much
pleased to welcome the following into our
Roll oflrlonor.
Perry Tellie Taylor, Thomasville, Ga.
Jas. B. Kellar, Cordele, Ga.
Raymond Kelley, Cordele, Ga.
Joy in Serving God.
The following letter is so beautiful and so help
ful that we give it to our young readers with unu
sual pleasure and gratification:
I read, with pleasure, the start and effort of or
ganizing the “American Order of the Golden Age.”
We need many just such organizations as this,
and my mission in the world is to try to do all I
can in the uplifting of humanity for Jesus. I am
signing the pledge, and God being my whole soul
helper, will do all I can for the boys and girls,
and all others.
I notice x very interesting article by Miss Ella
Geraldine Samuels, of Chattanooga, Tenn., referring
to the desire to hear more of the olden times by
the older people, and also to hear the young men
and women express their plans for a life work.
I am only too glad to tell her through the col
umns of The Golden Age, our beloved Brother Up
shaw’s paper, of the work which I am being impress
ed to do. It is the great work of proclaiming the
Gospel news of salvation by Christ unto all. I
will be fflad to hear, by letter, or through this
paper, from any or all the boys and girls who find
it a source of great pleasure and enjoyment to be
engaged in the service of the Lord.
Yours sincerely in Jesus’ love,
Perry Tellie Taylor.
It is impossible to say with what pleasure the
the editor has read this letter. If this department
never does anything else for the young readers of
The Golden Age, it will at least have brought out
this inspiring expression from one who seeks to
serve the Lord. We thank the writer for these
beautiful words and sentiments, and we feel cer
tain that effort, such as this, must meet with its
fullest reward.
Watching For The Golden Age.
I am a little girl eight years old. I have a
brother, Conde, and a little sister, Maude Beauton.
Every week we watch for the postman to bring The
Golden Age, and gather around our mamma to
hear her read the letters of the Young Southerners,
and papa says it is just like going to church to
read Dr. Broughton’s sermons. I wish The Golden
Age could go to every home; ’tis such a blessing.
Your little friend,
Dyer, Tenn. Edith Lyle Corley.
Dear iittle Edith: How it does help us in our
efforts to reach all young people, to know that
these two little ones in far-off Tennessee, are wait
ing for The Golden Age, and that they and their
parents find pleasure and profit in its columns!
Thank your father, Edith, for his kind words of
praise, and tell him we hope he will find even more
in our paper during the coming year than he has
in the past. We want just such friends as this
family, and we mean to keep them, and to gain
more, too. Won’t you all help us?
YOUNG SOUTHERNER
The Golden Age for December 27, 1906.
Not Fireworks, But Charity.
Mr. William D. Upshaw, Atlanta, Ga.:
Dear Editor: I signed the pledge when the order
was first organized, but just failed to send it in;
so I will do it now. I will try my best to live up
to it, and abide by its la tvs.
Papa has just read Brother Upshaw’s offer to
the girl or boy who will bring sunshine into some
poor home, and I am going to try to do it.
My brothers and I have already resolved to take
the money that we were going to spend for fire
works and give it to some poor family.
We are sorry Mrs. Hodges resigned, but we will
be delighted to have Brother Upshaw for our Young
Southerner editor.
I -will close with a happy Christmas and many
good wishes to the American Order and its mem
bers. Your new member,
Cordele, Ga. Bartlett Kelly.
P. S.—Bro. Upshaw, send me some sample copies
of The Golden Age for the week before and after
Christmas, and I will try to get some more sub
scribers; and also, send me some of those pledge
blanks and I will get more to join the “American
Order.” What is the price of the history of your
life, and also your picture? I want to see them
and read the history. B. K.
This is really our first expression of interest in
the Christmas prize offer, and we welcome it as well
as the letter which comes to us from Bartlett Kelly.
It is a fine letter, annd we prize his interest in
our plan annd in the work. Os course we will send
him the sample copies he desires, and we mean to
have some cards printed containing the pledge; but
this will come later when we have more members;
also, the pin with its appropriate design for mem
bers of “The Order of The Golden Age.”
Bartlett, suppose you wait a little while before
purchasing the life of the editor or his picture?
Maybe you will be glad if you do wait—at any
rate, you can get the book at any time, and we will
quote you prices later if you desire it
Your Christmas and that of your brother is bound
to be just the very happiest you ever spent, for you
are both learning this great secret of joy—and
that is trying to give pleasure to others. Your sac
rifice of the usual fireworks will bring a brighter
glow into your ownn lives and hearts than the
most brilliant display could ever have made! And
w’e are anxious to hear of that poor famny you
mean to help. Be sure and tell us all about it.
Dear Young Southerner.
My mother takes the Golden Age, and thinks
that it is a fine paper. I like to rea4 the Youre
Southerner very much. My father runs a daily
farm, and owns lots of cows. We call it the Grass
land Daily Farm. I don’t like to live in the city
at all. I think that the country is the best. You
can see so many pretty wild flowers in the country,
which you cannot see in the city very often. I
had a very nice time last summer. I stayed at boric
the whole summer.
Three of our cousins came to see us last summc/.
and we had a very nice time. One of them was
a little girl, and we had fun playing together. I
am ten years of age, and am quite small. I have
two brothers and two sisters. I am going to school
now, and like my teacher very much. I will now tel!
you about my pets. I have a cat, a calf, a co w
and two pigs. My piggies surely are pets; they will
follow me all about the farm. My cow is a cream
color, and she is very pretty. My cat catches lo's
of rats and she is pretty, also. My calf is a heifer,
and is very small. She follows me all around.
Now, if I see this letter in print, I will do better
next time. So with best wishes, good bye.
Your friend,
Centerville, Fla. Eulalia Johnson.
How good is doe/s sound to hear all this of the
sweet life in the country! I wonder if you ever
think, Eulalia, that some of the very finest men and
women in the land spent their childhood in the
hers.
fields and hills, and many of them never knew city
life at all until they were grown up? Somehow,
living in the country one gets time to thi> k and to
read and to be inspired by the best thoughts of
others. We like to hear from any of our little;
band who live just such lives as this one, and we
hope each one of our country readers will write
us stories of their own homes. It sounds almost
like a fairy tale to city children who have scarce
ly ever seen a “piggie, ” much less have one for
a pet! And to think of having a cow and cat and
a dear little calf! You are a lucky little girl,
Eulalia, and we hope you "will write us again, very
soon.
Phonetic Spelling.
“How do you spell knee, mamma?’’ said a small
boy. looking up from his slate.
“K-n-e-e, Johnny.”
Silence for several minutes, While the letters
were going down laboriously. And then he asked:
“How do you spell grow?”
‘ I G-r-o-w. ’ ’
“Now I’ve got it!” Johnny exclaimed.
“K-n-e-e, ne, g-r-o-w, gro—negro!”
&
It Happened Suddenly.
Mrs. Fondman: “Fell into a pond! Oh! oh!
and with your best pants on! ”
Bertie: “Well, I didn’t have time to take ’em
off!”
Raison D’etre.
At the beeinning of a new school year a teach
er announced that she wished each child in her
room to bring a slip of paper, stating where he was
born, who his parents were, and so forth—the
slips to be placed on file. The next morning a lit
tle boy approached the teacher’s desk and slip
ping a piece of paper into her hand, said:
“Here, teacher, is my excuse for being born.”
Four B’s.
By Anton J. Kehrein.
Be strong.
For thus the world is moved along,
And evils righted that are wrong;
Days are coming, days are going,
Joy and sorrow ever flowing,
Teach us to confront them, knowing
That there is a victor’s song
In the simple words, Be strong.
Be true.
Go seek the work that calls to you,
The work that only you can do.
Follow where its voice is guiding,
Never falter, but deciding
What thy task, toil on, confiding.
Is the work before you new?
Then remember—just be true!
Be brave.
’Tis yours to ever hold and have
Some g-ift which God the Father gave;
Talents which should be a blessing,
And a help to those confessing
That the cares of life oppressing
Have dismayed them. You can save
Lives like these if you’ll be brave.
Be kind.
And let the world around you find
A tender heart, a noble mind.
Let your kindness be a pleasure,
It is life’s most precious treasure;
Joy, unbounded, without measure,
Can be yours if you will bind
Broken hearts by being kind.
—Selected.