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cornbread is baking, made from home-raised corn,
ground on an old-fashioned water mill (now doesn’t
that make your mouth water?), and the chaps will
soon be in with the blackberries to make the dessert —
a uerry pie Richard Weigle, 1 know that we are to
a great extent ‘masters of our destiny,” yet so many
tnmK otherwise Just across the road is a near
neignbor of ours who fits to a “T” the description
oi the youth in your letter “who thinks it is no use.”
He is a born naturalist, and he is versed deep in
Nature’s lore, by observation. He doesn’t really
know or appreciate how much he knows. He was
called a strange child, for when little he’d go off by
himself on an investigating tour of old Mother
Nature. Bugs and beetles were torn asunder; a
strange flower would be seized as a valuable treas
ure; th, haunts and habits of animals were made a
study of Only a litle while since I said to this quiet
fellow “If I were you, and as many opportunities
as there are nowadays for improvement, I’d strive
for an education.” Characteristic of the lad, came
me droll reply: “I’d as soon think of crossing the
Atlantic on a plank!” Some of you Householders
suggest a book that would be helpful to my friend.
As to the Little Mother's suggestion, or rather ques
tion “Is a business occupation in a city beneficial to
girls?" I’m inclined to the negative. It surely does
♦end to destroy the love of home employment. There
are nicb few 7 things a girl can do on a farm, save
what is termed “drudgery”—a misnomer oftentimes
—thv will bring in the money she needs and ought to
Lave Fashion, the goddess to which so many bow.
will perhaps take a hand and turn the tide “back to
the farm.’ Were it “only the fashion” to pick ber
ries and sell them; to go inn a neighbor’s kitchen
and help, for stated wages, in the work that is so
needsu 1 to he done, perchance our bonny country las
sies would not be so eager to go where they can but
earn then railroad fare (Brother Gwinnett Farmer
asserts). Mattie Howard, your name looked “pow
erful familiar" as it greeted me in our “Golden
Household. So did yours. George Wheeler. • Many
of you : loved in the dear old Sunny. I did intend
to toucn on the raising of children in t’ ese latter
days—U tell you of some of the exceedingly smart
tricks that some* of these up-to-date youngsters do;
oat fo> fear I'll verify the old adage, “long visits
mak( short friends,” I desist, but vith the assurance
you shah hear from me again. Lovingly,
“Cottage Home.” OSSIE.
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BIRDS, FLOWERS AND FRIENDS.
1 believe I will just peep in on The Golden Age
and see how Cousin Evelyn is getting along. I don’t
think I shall i»e among strangers. “Maid Margaret,”
if not in Household, is somewhere near by, and
“Earnest Willie” is at the helm of the great ship. I
w'ould like a pleasant sail this morning, and with
agreeable company I know it would be delightful
Energy and perseverance are the watchwords of
this golden age. Do not give up. How thankful we
should be for kindred spirits to arouse us from the
lethargy that tempts us. We should try to be happy,
and as Ella Wheeler Wilcox advises, “like what is
ours.” This woman was as unknown in the literary
field as we are. nut she worked with patience and
persistence Returned manuscript only made her
more determined to win Now she is widely known,
her books are read and liked by all who read them,
and she is one of rhe wealthiest authors in America.
I have a pair of pretty red birds frequenting the
vineyard. They have no topknots, are not quite as
large as the cardinals. The male is very red; his
mate is reddish brown. Sister calls them “three
shillings and a wiling-dicks.” What are they, Cousin
Evelyn? Bird study is delightful. I often sit on our
veranda and watch our birds. Humming birds are
abundant here. I have counted six or eight playing
around the bird of paradise bush when it is in bloom.
Robins come in their season to eat our berries, and
sparrows are too numerous and noisy to be interest
ing. Nearly all our familiar birds visit us here in
our quiet in-town-out-of-town abiding place. At pres
ent the sunflower family is all in bloom —order com
positae—and there are so many varieties. Our yard
is golden with coreopsis, while a neighbor across the
street has “brown-eyed Susies.” Another neighbor
has magnificent sunflowers, and in our gardens the
artichokes are blooming in golden beauty. Aspara
gus and artichoke blooms make pretty vases for dec
oration. as do all other golden blooms. Just imagine
our Golden Age Household decorated with these
flowers and beautiful ferns, palms and other rare pot
plants. Come, sisters, cousins, mothers, aunts,
uncles, fathers, brothers and all the kin, tell about
flowers, cooking, sewing, farming; it is all interest
ing. Let’s have a continuation of the dear old
Sunny South Household. I feel like the little boy
who went on the stage to say his first speech. He
The Golden Age for June 27, 1907.
forgot, and nad to sit down i cannot preach or
speak and I am beginning to think 1 cannot write
but 1 do not want to go to sleep yet, so thought an
exchange of ideas might brighten my wits and per
haps wake some one who is dozing in a corner. If
I have suggested an idea to any such, just speak to
me when you feel impressed to write to the House
hold of The Golden Age.
Tuskegee, Ala. MATTIE H. HOWARD.
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A RALLYING CALL FROM “WILMA DALE.”
Dear Evelyn: I would like to tell you what a pleas
ant surprise the opening a Household in The Golden
Age was to me. Regret for the passing away of the
dear Household of the Sunny South has saddened
my heart, but that regret has given way to pleasure,
as I realize that another door has been opened and
another joyful welcome given.. I am pleased to note
already some familiar names on your page, and I
predict for you unbounded success, since I feel confi
dent that many old friends will answer to your call.
And, as the perfume of the rose lingers around the
broxen vase, so a sweet memory of another loved
Household will doubtless be awakened by your name
and personality. All hail, then, to our new home,
and may the gold of the sunlight, the silver gleam
of the stars, and the purple mist of the twilight fall
gently upon it, and the sweet music of bird notes,
soft breezes and rippling stream float gently by.
And, ere the flower crowned summer wanes, may
your house be filled with loving, helpful members,
whose thoughts and fancies are given freely to the
new editress whom we knew and admired as Evelyn
Holman. Come back, old friends. A glad welcome
awaits you, as well as the new members who are
knocking for admittance. All hail to The Golden
Age and its Household Department.
Talbotton, Ga. MAY E. M’MILLAN.
, (“Wilma Dale.”)
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LET US HELP ONE ANOTHER.
“When the shore is reached at last,
Who will count the billows past?”
It is comforting to know, as we steer among the
breakers, that there is a place where our frail barks
may rest. I felt like I wanted to steer my bark
toward the Household and to thank Earnest Willie
for giving us space that we may in a measure keep
in touch with each other. Ido not wish us to drift
apart, for no one knows better than I do what the
Household of the past has meant to all of us. Some
of us may not be able to write as well as others; we
may never attain to a high literary standard, yet
every effort we make will strengthen and encourage
us. Only by individual effort may one’s latent capa
bilities be developed. As we now have access to a
new home, We should try to show our appreciation of
the privilege by sending in an occasional letter. As
Miss Bryan was so kind as to ask me to visit our
new home, I could not refrain from sending in a little
greeting to all my friends of the Sunny South House
hold. Then Samoth, who was our chivalrous brother
in days past, also asks me to join the happy circle
again. I feel flattered —nay, honored —that my feeble
efforts in the old Household have opened the door to
me in the new Household, where I hope to meet
many old friends again. Now, let us with renewed
enthusiasm steer our barks into this new sea, which
seems so calm and fair. Let us be as helpful to one
another as possible. Many of us need the help that
comes through kind words and wise suggestions.
Sympathy and encouragement are craved by others,
for we do not always find calm seas to sail upon.
Often billows of grief or pain assail us. Often our
hearts become heavy with despondency, but hope
renews zeal, and the time will come when, benefited
by experience and discipline, me may exclaim:
“The shore is reached at last;
God will count the billows past.”
Tehuacana, Tex. GERALDINE.
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Holv the "Battle Was Tought in Sam
\ Jones ’ County.
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ing in the grass praying for them, lifting their
voices singing to them. Dainty, sweet young girls,
“ Standing with reluctant feet
Where the brook and river meet,
Womanhood and childhood fleet,”
stood and held out their hands in pleading with
their pure, sweet faces uplifted as they besought
men to vote for the right.
Conspicuous among the workers al the polls
were J. C. Solomon, of Atlanta, President of the
Anti-Saloon League ot Georgia, and whose ten Pic
assault upon the saloon in a recent issue of The
Golden Age was a feature of the Bartow county
campaign, having been thrown over the county in
the form of circulars. Dr. R. B. Headen, of Rome,
was there putting in giant licks for Prohibition.
And Mrs. Sam P. Jones was there, in her widow’s
weeds, with every line of her face speaking of her
loss, and she went here and there and everywhere
pleading for God and the right.
And so it went on all day, not a break in the
ranks, not the falling away of one faithful heart,
until when the polls closed at six o’clock, and the
work was done, of all the votes polled in the town
only 13 were for liquor.
All over the county the same scenes were enact
ed and the results were the same. At seven o’clock
the- telephone wires brought the news that of the
seventeen hundred and fifteen (1,715) votes polled
in the county only ninety-four (94) were wet!
Ninety-four men —God pity them, so hardened,
so determined, that they resisted all appeals, and
in the face of the prayers and tears of good women
voted still for the accursed stuff! Again I say,
God pity them! But they must reap what they
have sown.
When the news reached Cartersville the scene
that followed beggars description!
Men went wild with joy, threw their hats in the
air and screamed until they were hoarse. Women
cried and sobbed and hugged each other and forgot
everything save that God had given us’ the most
wonderful victory for temperance the United
States has ever seen, perhaps with one exception.
And so today the people of old Bartow are a
happy people. The foe that threatened us has
been repulsed, driven back and we can put our
arms around our boys and girls and say, “God has
saved you from this curse.”
Our eyes now turn to state prohibition and we
will pray and fight ami work for that until God
• will hear and answer.
Before I close this article I must say a word of
thanks to the faithful workers from abroad who
came into our county and helped us fight this bat
tle. Rev. Walter Holcomb of Nashville, Tenn.,
came with Mr. Smoot, his singer, having been in
vited here by the Cartersville W. 0. T. U. Most
faithfully did he labor for a week, going to almost
every voting precinct in the county, talking, work
ing, praying, with men. He did much also to or
ganize ’the forces and set the people to work.
Then came Rev. George Stewart, and we all
know what his coming meant, how he fires the heart
and turns the tide everywhere he goes. Then came
the talented editor of The Golden Age, our own
Earnest Willie, bright, witty, attractive, consecrat
ed, earnest, zealous —he was a power for the
cause. Next came Rev. Sam Small, of Atlanta, and
so wide is his knowledge of this evil, and so bit
ter his haired of the drink curse, he made a deep
impression on all who heard him. Then Judge
Rcddenberry, of Thomasville, traveled across the
state to stand up and cry aloud and spare not
against the awful traffic. And like the veritable
temperance cyclone that he is, he swept every
thing before him.
In the midst of the campaign, Mrs. Mary Har
ris Armor, State President W. C. T. U., came to
us for a week. Her beautiful piety, her wonderful
knowledge of the evils of liquor, her marvelous tal
ents as a p”b ic sneiker, caused her to win all
hearts, and the good she accomplished can only be
known in eternity.
These, with the ministers of our town, together
with other local talent, were our public speakers.
And God blessed their labors, every one of them.
But to Him belongs the glory and honor of the
victory. “Not by might, nor by power, but by
my Spirit,” saith the Lord through His prophet,
and without Him we could have done nothing.
“0, magnify the Lord with me, and let us ex
alt His name together.”
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When this goes to print, the people of LaGrange
will be enjoying a revival meeting, led by Rev. T.
T. Martin, of whom Dr. A. B. Vaughan, pastor of
ti e Baptis* church, says: “I risk nothing in sav
ing that, there was not an abler expounder of the
Bible among the Baptist ministers of the South
than Mr. Martin,”
