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10 THE 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- / b" iff' I - 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.