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VOICES OF YOUTH
A Tripping Tongue.
You may keep your feet from slipping,
And your hands from evil deeds,
But to guard your tongue from tripping,
What unceasing care it needs!
Be you old or be you young,
Oh, beware,
Take good care,
Os the tittle-tattle, tell-tale tongue!
—St. Nicholas.
Birthdays.
February 22, 1907, is one of those dates which can
ont be permitted to pass without mention, for as
you all know it is, first of all the birthday of George
Washington whose memory is enshrined in the hearts
of all good Americans. All our young readers have
learned enough of this great American hero to know
the details of his life, and right here we want to
say that we hope none of you will ever listen to
the slightest whisper which may reach you as to
any lack of truth in the many delightful anecdotes
which we all know of Washington. So many
people seem to think it “smart” to try to disillusion
us with the ideals we have always held sacred, and
even the great Washington has not escaped. But
DON’T YOU BELIEVE A WORD AGAINST HIM!
Why even the “Cherry Tree Story” has been denied
and yet the earliest biographer of Washington, Mason
Locke Weems, got this story directly from Washing
ton’s own aunt and it’s all as true as truth! Just
go on loving the “boy who couldn’t tell a lie” and
honoring the young man who served his country so
nobly that he became its leader in war and its pres
ident in peace! February 22 is a great day if for
no other reason than because it ushered in the life of
this great man.
“Our Birthday.”
We enjoy February 22 too, because it is the birth
day of The Golden Age! All of our young people
who have grown to enjoy the paper which strives :.o
be for each one of us a “guide, philosopher and
friend” will unite in congratulating us on our birth
day and we, too, are proud of the friends we have
won and can only hope that the coming year will
bring us many, many times more than the past
one has done.
The Birthday of Longfellow.
But this month holds yet another birthday which
we want you all to remember for on the 27th of
February, 1807, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was
born. He is the sweetest poet America has yet pro
duced and, children, he loved every little child who
came within his reach. He had children of his own
and they made his heart very tender toward other
children. Try to hunt up a copy of Longfellow’s
poems and see what he has said of children as well
as of many other subjects pure and high and
noble. He was a Christian gentleman of the most
perfect type and though his life held much of sorrow
it never hardened or discouraged him for his songs
merely took on a gentler, tenderer tone and they con
tinued to make the world better and to inspire people
to higher things.
Now let us see which one of you will look up your
“Longfellow” and which one can answer the follow
ing questions which we will call “A Longfellow Puz
zle”:
Familiar Titles From Longfellow.
Guess the name of the poem that tells you the time,
The poem where two are made one,
The poem by which a wide river is crossed,
The poem with which yarn is spun.
The poem whose anvil rings loud ’neath his blows,
The poem that falls from the sky,
The poem that shines when the moon has grown old,
The poem that cannot be dry.
The poem where forests are stripped of their leaves,
The poem that follows the deer,
The poem that sails without captain or crew,
The poem that rings once a year.
—Selected.
We will publish the answers next week and also
fellow’s home at Craigie House, Cambridge, con
rect answers. Just as a sort of help the picture
on this page, which is that of an interior of Long
fellow’s own home at Cragie House, Cambridge, con
tains the answer to the first question in the puz
zle, so you can all guess that one even without a copy
of the poet’s writings.
The Golden Age for February 21, 1907.
With Our Correspondents.
Oh! but we have a full letter box this week! So
full that letters are slipping out in every direction
and spilling all over the busy, crowded editorial
desk! We hope none will be crowded out, but this
one little page is fast growing too small for our
needs and pretty soon we will have to creep over
on to the next page! That is if we can “sneak in”
without shutting somebody else out! This week,
though, we will do the best we can with our limited
space, so here goes.
A SAINTLY HEROINE.
Dear Editor: —I am a great admirer of The Golden
Age, Though away at school, I get papa to send it
to me, and I devour it like so much fried chicken.
My aim in writing is to tell of a true heroine I
know. She was born in a sister state of Christian
parents. When she was young, her parents came to
Georgia to make it their home. She, Mary, I will
call her, was a very quiet, modest girl. When she
became a lady, she married, as most girls do. While
she was making life a pleasure for her husband and
children, her parents were becoming old and feeble.
When they could work no longer, she offered her
home as theirs. As years passed, ill health waj
often their companion. This daughter never tired
in small nor great acts of kindness which she could
render them. She gave up visits, and even pleasure
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An Interior in Longfellow’s Home.
trips, to be with and comfort them. Some old people
are a little peculiar and hard to please, but Mary,
always kind and gentle, did her duty. After three
years of suffering the mother died. Mary was gen
tle and sweet to her ever. During her father’s last
days he needed a great deal of attention, which she
willingly gave him. Occasionally she went to church,
but usually she spent her Sundays reading to him.
Unlike most women, she never spent her time in
gossiping. Her father lived a few months after
his companion was taken, and then went to his
reward. Mary is still living a sweet, Christian life,
more for others than herself. Her reward awaits
her, and all through her life and especially in her last
days, may she receive such kindness as she bestowed
on others. This appears to me as true heroism.
The world is made better by such unselfish lives. I
think the Savior meant we should do as he did, give
our life for others, as my heroine has done. I hope
my letter will be worthy of publication, if so I may
write again. Wishing 1907 to be a prosperous year
for The Golden Age, I remain, your friend. R. Dee.
This letter is so beautifully written and expressed
that we give it first place and know that each one
of our readers will enjoy its every line. Next week
we hope to announce our prize winner in the Hero
Contest the letters of which we have been publishing
as received.
Here we have a little girl who thinks The Golden
Age the best paper of its kind. She says:
Mr. W. D. Upshaw, Atlanta, Ga. Dear Friead:
I have just signed the pledge of The American Order
of The Golden Age, and shall try to live up to it. I
think The Golden Age is the best paper of its kind I
ever saw. This is my second letter to the young peo
ple’s department, but I have read every letter print
ed on that page. I shall be glad to have a pin, as
you suggested. Please send me six sample copies
of The Golden Age. I think I can get some new sub
scribers. Your friend, Minnie Christmas.
Pinehurst, Ga.
We are more than glad to place this new name on
our Roll of Honor and to welcome the writer into
our circle which is widening so rapidly. We hope soon
to announce that she is a wearer of our pin and a
worker for our paper!
FROM OUR CHRISTMAS PRIZE WINNER.
Mr. William D. Upshaw, Atlanta, Ga. Editor of
Voices of Youth: —My brothers and I were more than
glad to receive your book, and especially since it
was won in such a charitable cause, we appreciate
it more than any prize either of us has received.
Especially do we prize it because it is the life of
such a noble Christian man. I am glad Julia Har
ris thinks I am a good boy; for I try very hard
to do right. She congratulates me too, but I think
my brothers deserve as much of the congratulations
as I do. Brother Upshaw, send me some of your
order blanks so I can get some more to join our
order. Mother has taught my baby brother, about
two years old, to answer the following questions:
Who made you? Who is God’s son? Who is Jesus’
Mother? and he answers correctly. I want to ask
some questions for the writers of the Voices of
Youth to answer: Who raised Dorcas to life? Who
was Eutychus? Who was Archelaus? I hope my ques
tions will be answered. We have a juvenile missiona
ry society in our town, we have the mite boxes,
and on the side where the money goes in is printed:
“The Lord loveth a cheerful giver.” The last quarter
we raised thirty dollars. Our missionary is Miss
Eliza Perkinson in Petropolis, Brazil. Our lady mana
ger is Mrs. Churchwell. Your friend,
Cordele, Ga. Jas. Bartlett Kelly.
We hope some of you will try to answer Bart
lett’s questions for they will send you hunting
through the Scriptures. He must have done some
work of that kind himself and so might others!
We appreciate this letter very much and certainly
were glad to send Bartlett Kelly the Pledge Slips
he asked for. We hope he may induce many of his
young friends to sign them and to enter our band.
The missionary money earned is a splendid showing
and we wonder if Bartlett and his “Missionary So
ciety” have ever thought how they might make
money by getting subscribers to The Golden Age?
If he wants us to do so we will send him special
“Agent’s Instructions” which we cannot publish here.
Also the same to any other young people who will
prefer cash to our handsome gold pins. In fact they
might win the pin first and then go on working for
the big commissions we offer! Think of it, dear young
people, and let us hear from you.
QUITMAN’S SPLENDID ROLL OF HONOR.
Mr. W. D. Upshaw, Atlanta, Ga. Dear Sir: —En-
closed you will find a list of names, pupils of Hickory
Head school, who have signed the pledge, it is
not quite half of my pupils, but I think some others
will yet sign it. It is our intention to have a little
program about once a month on different subjects
suggested by the pledge. We have chosen “Kind
ness” for the first one. I wish to know if you
will sell me a badge. I want to offer it as a prize
at the close of the school, by a vote of the pupils
to the one who, they think, deserves it. I thor
oughly enjoy The Golden Age. Wishing you success,
I am, very sincerely yours, Frank Royal.
Quitman, Ga.
The Roll of Honor.
Miss Frank Royal, Teacher,
Julia Averett, Arrie McMillan.
Archie Averett, Cirl McMillan,
Mary Averett, James McMillan,
James Blalock, Eva Melton,
Dewey Blalock, Lizzie Patrick,
Avera Collins, Minnie Patrick,
Gladys Collins, Julia Ramsey,
Mertice Collins, Tommie Ramsey,
Willie Lee Groover, Pinson Stanley,
Martha Groover, Mary Thrasher,
Vann Groover, Mattie Lee Thrasher.
The editor thanks Miss Royal for her kind letter
and also for the interest she is taking in the efforts
of The Golden Age. We must surely work together,
and it gives us pleasure to feel that we may be mu-
Conducted by
the 'Editor.