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VOICES OF YOUTH
WHEN COMP’NY COMES.
When comp’ny comes to our house
I has the mostest fun,
An’ if they ocme in the afternoon,
✓ Why, I just cut an’ run.
Cause ma she goes in the parlor
An’ talks the biggest while,
So’s she can watch the clothes they wear
An’ catch the latest style.
When comp’ny comes to our house,
We gits perserves an’ cake.
An’ ma’s so busy talkin’
She don’t see all I take.
I helps myself to ev’ry thing,
Right under her own nose,
But she don’t ever see me,
She’s lookin’ at them close.
When comp’ny comes to our house
I gits a holiday,
’Cause ma gits so intrusted she
Forgits that I’m at play
An’ I jes runs an romps and goes
Mos’ anywhere I please,
While she an comp’ny talks and talks
Jes’ stoppin’ when they breathes.
MATT.
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Well, dear girls, and my boys, too, I have a little
treat for you in the way of a letter from Sister An
nie. She has dug deep down into the rose jar and
brought forth some more of her lovely petals. She
kindly sends us a recipe composed of “leaves, plants
and roots,” we thank her for this, and wish to enjoin
on you dear young friends to try it. I know you will
find it helpful.
Nelle, we are glad indeed to make you a member
of our family, we would like to have many more
just like you.
Remember about the essay contest, let us have a
letter from every one of our members. Choose your
own subject and be sure to have your letter in the
office by July seventh. I wish you boys and girls
would let me have your pictures. Let’s take a look
at one another and get better acquainted. Nelle,
couldn’t you or Etta Cone or Carl Scroggins start
off our photograph gallery by letting us have a pict
ure of yourselves? •
Now, don’t forget our contest, and remember our
American Order of The Golden Age is developing
a large membership and you certainly must not be
left out. BROTHER WILLIE.
tKHitb ®ur Correspondents
THREADS OF GOLD;
“Little self-denials, little honesties, little passing
words of sympathy, little nameless acts of kindness,
little silent victories over favorite temptations—these
are the threads of gold woven together,
glearn■ss* I l7r , ig , h jphttern of life that God ap
proves.”—F. W. Farrar.
I rejoice with our Editor in having Miss Bryan
as an assistant, and hope to read many of her inter
esting articles. I feel almost as if a portion of the
dear old Sunny South was combined with The Gold
en Age since she has opened the Household. Carl
Scroggins, you are correct about many of our farm
er boys making great men, for some of our greatest
men were once little plowboys—the purest, noblest
boys in the world. God bless our farmers and their
boys! I am very fond of the state of Georgia, as I
have many warm friends there. I spent one winter
with friends in Rome, and they had such nice par
tridges, squirrels and venison every day, that
I thought as great a huntsman as was Nimrod, must
live near that beautiful little city. My, my I can al
most taste that delicious venison steak now. Dear
little Ethel Nichols, I enjoyed reading your letter
and have promised myself the pleasure of writing
to you personally if you car© to hear from me. A
few days ago a friend of mine sent me a large clus
ter of magnificent pink roses, and I wished so much.
Ethel, that I could hand them to you. A few weeks
ago, my brother was having some work done for a
railroad near this city, and one of the men found
a rock which was a great curiosity, it was formed
of rock, shells and a large fish fin. I wonder if the
formation of this rock occurred during the flood, for
there isn’t any water near that place, and never has
been during the history of Mississippi. I have an
other curiosity, a pin cushion made of bark from
The Golden Age for June 27, 1907.
one of the “Big Sisters” in California. The bark
is twelve inches thick and is as soft as plush, the
cushion has a border of shells around it, so I call
it my natural cushion. When I think of those gigan
tic trees, the beautiful lakes, rivers and mountains,
and then look at the sun shining in its splendor, I lift
my eyes to heaven and say, “Oh, God, how manifold
are thy w’orks, in wisdom hast thou created them
all.” Invoking God’s blessings upon you all I
will bid you adieu. SISTER ANNIE.
Meridian, Miss.
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A GIRL’S VIEWS ON THE QUESTION.
Friends: Will you admit another Georgia girl into
your happy band? I have been thinking for some
time that I would join you, thus adding another link
to the chain of correspondents. How nice it is, that
one page of this grand paper was left for “Lads and
Lasses.” ’Tis such a help to us. Pansy, your letter
was fine. I’m sure the boys could not have sent
in better answers to your question than they have.
But, “Calsor,” I am partial to your answer, for I too
think the cause of neglect to home girls is merely
a means of giving them a fair test. Girls, let us
take warning from this, and the next visitor we
have in our town, let us be very careful not to
show any- sign of jealousy, even though “They” do
neglect us. Let us show them our true womanhood,
by being pleasant and sweet-tempered. “Brother
Willie,” suppose you give us your views as to this
question. I’m sure you could give us some valuable
advice which we would greatly appreciate. Bert, I
wonder if you are still carrying wraps and baskets
for picnic girls? You must certainly give those girls
a lecture on politeness, for you certainly did deserve
a “thanky” from each of them. Again Summer has
come with all her beauties of nature, and brought
with her picnic times and, Bert, should you be so
kind as to carry wraps and baskets for any of us
girls belonging to this happy band, I can promise
you a thanky from each. Much love to “Brother Wil
lie” and readers of Voices of Youth, I am your new
friend. NELLE DOWNS.
Bowdon, Ga.
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A NEW COUSIN’S VIEW.
I have never before had the pleasure of being in
your midst, but since reading Miss Pansy’s arraign
ment of the boys for neglecting their home girls for
visiting young ladies, I will try to say something
in defense of the boys. I will not deny that there
are instances where the resident girls are made to
take a back seat when a new young lady ar
rives in town, but there are other instances where the
boys are not only loyal to their own girls, but bend
every effort to show them off in the best manner to
visitors. I had been accustomed to seeing the boys
slight the home girls for visitors just as Pansy says—
until I spent several months in a little south Georgia
town. There the custom was quite different. When
the girls wanted an extra good time, they would get
two or three nice girls from a neighboring town to
come over and spend a week. Then the boys got
busy. Os course they were attentive to the visitors,
and showed them every courtesy, but they never
missed an opportunity to show their own girls to
good advantage and to let it be seen that they were
proud of them —just as boys are proud of their sisters
when they are nice and attractive. . Now, boys, let us
try to do better ourselves, so that our ears need not
burn when we read such accusations as Miss Pansy
puts forward. Let each of us try to feel that the
girls of our town are our individual property, and
something to be proud of —whether they are or not.
Georgia. NEW COMER.
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NONE OF THEM ON HIM.
Let me tell you, girls and boys, of an amusing dia
logue I heard yesterday, between one of the heads of
a business firm and an old-time darkey, who works
in the building as a kind of janitor. “Uncle Ben,” said
the young employer, who likes a joke, “I have been
hearing some queer talk about you lately.” “Bout
me? Who dat been sayin’ tings about me? Was
it ’ginst my cah’cter?” “Well, yes, it reflected on
your character.” “Nobody kin say er word o’ troof
deflectin on my cah’cter. Me an’ my famly is plain’
’speetable folks. We’se church members. We b’long
to de fust-class scieties. What dat you dun been
hear ’ginst me?” “I heard, Uncle Ben —that you—
actually, had ancestors.” “Me! dat’s slandus —Mr.
Brown. Fore de Lord, I neber had one er dem tings
on me in my life. I neber did.” ADA B.
THE STRONGEST MAN.
Manoah was ploughin’ along one day
When his wife come up a runnin’.
“De angel come agin,” she say,
“To tell de baby’s cornin’.”
And den dey bof go back and hear
Des whut wus gwine a happen.
De angel say “Now don’t you fear,
Caz God show likes you, capin.”
His hair mus’ grow long and neat,
Nor mus’n’ drink no rum;
His hair mus’ grow out long and enat,
Caz he’ gwine make things hum.”
Dis babe he growed up big and strong,
De chillins, fear and dread,
Fur he could whip ’em all day long,
So all de fellows said.
He run for supreme judge, you hear,
An’ got a ’lected too,
An’ belt his job fur twenty year,
Caz he knowed whut to do.
One day he tuck a lion down
And kilt hit like a kid.
He loved a gal in Timnah town
An’ tol’ her dat he did.
But listen, folks, de strongest man
He hab de leas’ o’ sense,
A woman twis’ him round her han’,
An’ he tuck de consequence.
MATTIE CRUMPTON HARDY .
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A RIDDLE PARTY.
A riddle party is the latest mirth-provoking enter
tainment for a small company. Each one invited
is expected to furnish a riddle or conundrum (either
original or so antiquated as to be virtually new), to
be written on a card, with the answer, which is
to be given to the hostess. Each guest is provided
with a card and pencil, and is required to write the
solutions of the enigmas in the numerical order in
which they are propounded by the hostess. To the
lady or the gentleman who guesses the greatest
number of riddles correctly a dainty souvenir is pre
sented, while the unfortunate one who makes the
poorest guesses is crowned with a dunce’s cap. Some
excellent riddles are found in old English books.
The following, by Cooper, was guessed by every one
at a recent riddle party:
“I am just two and two, I am warm, I am cold,
And the parent of numbers that cannot be told;
I am lawful, unlawful —a duty, a fault,
I am often sold dear, good for nothing when bought,
An extraordinary boon, and a matter of course,
And yielded with pleasure when taken by force.”
I wonder of any of our young folks can guess the
answer to this. Adel, you might put this before
your guests at your birthday entertainment.
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LEAVES, PLANTS AND ROOTS.
Here is a remedy for the ills of both flesh and
spirit, composed of leaves, plants and roots, which,
if taken without a wry face, will make any person
respectable and happy:
Leave off smoking and drinking.
Leave off chewing and snuffing.
Leave off swearing.
Plant your pleasure in the home circle.
Plant your business in some honorable employ
ment.
Plant your faith in truth.
Root your habits in industry.
Root your feelings in benevolence.
Root your affections in God.
For directions, see the Holy Scriptures.
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WHY?
Why are dignitaries saluted with a discharge of
guns when visiting a port?
Because in days gone by a town or warships
fired off their guns on the approach of important and
friendly strangers to show that thev had such faith
in the visitors’ peaceful intentions that they didn't
think it necessary to keep tlv-'ir pieces of ordnance
loaded.
Conducted by
the ‘Editor.
