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THE HOUSEHOLD
THE WOMAN WHO LOVES US BEST.
There are women enough in this world of ours,
(Lord, send us each his share!)
And some are homely
And some are comely,
And some have favors to spare.
But some time or other there comes to each —
To each man a being blest —
A different creature
In form and feature —
The woman who loves us best!
And whether often or only once
We put her love to the test,
Our hearts in unison beat response
To the woman who loves us best!
Then whether she sighs under Easter skies,
Or whether she smiles in the west,
This toast I offer,
To saint and scoffer:
The woman who loves us best.
.. _ —***WJ|.
There are women like uowers in this world of ours,
And some are silly and vain,
And some are royal,
And some disloyal,
But middling good in the main.
And fair as a star in the distance far,
Os the pale, proud evening west,
One calls us to her
Oh, wooer! wooer!
The woman who loves us best!
Then whether she sighs under Southern skies
Or whether she smiles in the west,
To saint and scoffer,
This toast I offer:
The woman who loves us best!
ARTHUR GOODENOUGH.
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CHAT.
My Dear Friends: I have been sitting here, in
tending to write, but unable to take my eyes
away from a beautiful picture I see from my
open window —a picture with the night sky for a
canvas. Between two straight, dark clouds, the
moon, nearly full looks out, as the fair woman of ro
mance looked from her dark tower window, on her
faithful troubadour. The sky unrolls many a picture
for us —sunsets and sunrises, storms pierced with
fiery lances of lightning and shaded night scenes,
soft and mysterious.
Our Household page is full of interest today.
May McMillan’s thoughts on the worth of words of
encouragement are so true and good that they de
serve to be fixed in the memory. Her little poem
—“God Bless You” — sings itself right into the
heart.
What an ideal camp meeting ground is that de
scribed by our “Little White Girl” of Long Beach,
Miss. I certainly wish she would send a Golden Age
to each of those valued members of the Household
with a view to drawing them into our circle. I will
send her a batch of “Ages” to distribute.
We welcome the message from New York and
hope “Georgia Primrose” will tell us something about
the working girls of the big city. I know they have
nice club rooms where they meet for diversions and
improvement; also I think there is a school where
they are taught (free of charge) matters pertaining
to their work, and here, as I have read, they have
a reading room and library.
Arthur Goodenough’s last poem always seems
best to me. The one he gives us today—“ The Wom
an Who Loves Us Best” —with its loyal and tender
sentiment should be set to noble music.
I thank Mrs. Alice Trueheart Buck for her sugges
tion about trying an evaporator to preserve fruit
for home use and the maket. It sounds as though
it would be practicable, and as next summer is sure
to be an abounding fruit season (this year the trees
having taken a rest) our friends in the country can
have an opportunity to make a little pocket money.
George Wheeler, I know your visit to old friends
and familiar scenes was pleasant. I have never
seen my old home in Florida since I left it when I
was a little tot scarce six years old, not capable of
realizing fully the loss of my dear, young gifted
A Department of 'Expression Tor Those Who Teel and Think.
The Golden Age for August 29, 1907.
father and the breaking of close home ties and as
sociations. If I should visit the old home now, I
fear I should feel forlornly.
“That I had but come back to an empty nest,
Which every bird’s too wise for, I would hear
My father’s step on that deserted ground,
His voice amid the silence.”
No, I do not think I could bear to go back to my
old home. ADA L. B.
■With ®ur Correspondents
HOW DENMARK PROHIBITS.
If years ago we had followed the example which
Denmark set before us, in my opinion, the prohibition
bill would hardly have been necessary. The Danes
adopted a curious method for the purpose of pre
venting persons from getting drunk. The police
simply notified the saloon keepers throughout the
country that those among them, who at any time,
sold liquors to persons who were intoxicated, would
not only be held responsible for any damage which
the drunkards might do to persons or property, but
would also be obliged to pay for sending them home
in carriages as well as for medical attendance if
necessary. In every case is was the saloonkeeper
in whose place the intoyicated person had procured
the last glass of liquor who was held responsible,
and for this reason most of the saloonkeepers took
very good care not to furnish drink to anyone who
showed the slightest signs of being under the influ
ence of whiskey. This practice, I think, is still
observed in Denmark. It reminds one of the custom
which prevailed in China, where the family doctor
is paid to keep the members of the family well, but
when they fall sick it is the doctor who has the
burden of expense to bear, not only in sickness, but
the funeral expenses also. LOUISE.
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AN IDEAL CAMPING GROUND.
I truly hope some other member from Mississippi
will give the information Miss Bryan asks for in
regard to the poets and novelists of the state, as
I must confess my ignorance on the subject. All
I know of Katherine Warfield is Volume 1 of one
of her first novels —“Montfort Hall,” I think was the
name—-I read it at a house we rented, furnished,
and there was a very select library of old books. I
read this because I had read of Mrs. Warfield and
wanted to know something of her style, but didn’t
finish Vol. 2 —in fact I can’t remember if Vol. 2
was in the library. I know I have always felt a
strong desire to finish the book, but it is never
given m catalogues nowadays. Another book I read
at same place was “The Madonna of Pass Christian,
the principle scenes laid in Pass Christian, a beau
tiful fine old city about six miles west of Long
Beach, on the coast, and a vivid description of the
fire that almost destroyed New Orleans during the
carnival of 1886—1 think I have the date correct.
The first chapter of that book was missing, so I
did not find the author’s name and I have never
seen the book mentioned in any catalogue, and I
have never been able to find one who knew anything
about the author—l read it because of the nearness
of the city of Pass Christian, also for the bits of
Mississippi history scattered abmit in it, and for the
glimpses it gave into early Creole days and lives.
Recently I went to “The Sea Shore Camp Ground,”
and T wish I could give you an adequate description
of it. The arbor is large, will seat 5,000 people,
the roof being of shingles, but each season fresh
pine saplings are cut and hung, brush down, all
around the arbor, giving a cool green effect that
is restful and charming. The oeks all about the
grounds are grand, with festoons of gray moss. A
long wharf leads out to a many roomed bath house
where there are boats for rowing and sailing; so
we were informed, we didn’t indulge in either bath
ing, rowing or sa’ling. A long low house near the
entrance to the grounds has a long dining hall where
we were told cne could bay meal?, and on either side
this hall were rooms to accommodate persons whe
wish to remain over night. We walked through the
grounds, heard the music of many voices singing
good old camp meeting hymns. People in lovely
summer toilets were everywhere, in pairs and groups
under the magnificent trees, in b >ats, in bathing suits
taking exhilarating plunges in the blue waters.
Conducted by
Ada Louise ‘Bryan
Os course many of you have visited this old camp
ground, as it has been here, under the management
of the Methodists of this district for forty years or
more. But I think they improve the grounds and add
new features every season. I was there four years
ago ,and it is vastly improved since then. We re
mained awhile at the camp ground, then went on
to Biloxi; dined and looked about a liittle, and
came home via Forest Park, another lovely place
planned and arranged for this season with up-to-date
entertainments, an al fresco theatre, boats for sail
ing and rowing, a pavilion for dancing, skating
rink and bathing facilities. We have had a delight
ful summer, in fact there is everything about this
charming coast, country to entertain and instruct.
“Eugene Edwards,” I give you a royal welcome into
the new-old old-new Household; you must come often
and stay longer. “J. Ellen Hammond,” how familiar
that does look! even if it has acquired another name
since “the olden, golden days,” I remember when 1
gave a “Valentine Party” to the Householders how
promptly and beautifully you responded. Come
again. “Josephine,” I do wonder if you are the dear
“Angelica” who used to have the banjo and mosquito
duets with Fra Diavola? If so, why are you away out
west? “Bonnie Sweet Bessie,” “Minnie Lee Ar
nold,” Irene, Busy B. let’s hear from you. Don’t you
know this is Earnest Willie’s paper and he wants
all of you? Come in a hurry and give an account of
yourself. Eugene, you set the ball rolling we will
promise to keep it going. “Idyl Wylde,” I wonder if
The Golden Age finds its way into your quiet home?
And I also wonder if “Sweet Sister Susie” ever
sees a copy. I feel like getting two or three dozen
copies and distributing them among the old mem
bers. “Duke of Smoky Hollow’,” let’s hear from you,
please, and “Merle Monte” you would be a most
welcome addition. I can hear our editress think
ing, “Well, if you don’t stop there’ll be no room for
any one else,” so with all good wishes.
Long Beach, Miss. LITTLE WHITE GIRL.
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A MESAGE FROM NEW YORK.
I am a Georgia girl, only sojourning in the great
city of New York, attending the summer session of
Teachers’ College, Columbia University. The Golden
Age comes as a ray of sunshine in my life. I am
rejoicing over the temperance victory in my dear old
home state. How I honor “Little Teacher” in her
noble work of sacrifice, and wish that I might do
something half as heroic as that. I am deeply in
terested in the question, Does Employment Outside
of the Home Tend to Destroy a Girl’s Interest in
Home and Her Capacity for Domestic Duties? It
does not, in my opinion, for so many girls in cities
are compelled to work outside of the home, and the
sensible girl will not be spoiled by the temptations
and environments that may be thrown around her, if
she has a strong character and will-power to suc
ceed in life no man need be afraid to ask her to
walk down the “hillslope of time” with him. Os
course, the sweet home life in the country has a
charm unlike any other, but living in the city does
not unfit a girl for domestic duties and destroy her
interest in the home . Now, I am not a city girl but
know whereof I speak. Wishing the Household the
greatest success. GEORGIA PRIMROSE.
New York.
WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT.
Who does not need them? Os all the dwellers in
this world of ours, all the travelers on the world’s
highways and byways, who is there that an encour
aging word will not help on toward renewed effort
and perchance to higher, nobler, better thoughts
of all humanity. The brave general, as he leads
his men to battle urges them on by encouraging
words, and their leader is nerved afresh to “do or
die” by the answering cheers that swell from soldier
throats. The child performing some trivial task
with weak tiny hands —how the childish face lights
up and the small feet go faster at a word of praise
or encouragement. And, as it grows older and takes
its place in the ranks as a pupil how the teacher’s
smile of approval will render the lessons less tire
some, the hours less long. The wearied teacher —
how restful, where her patrons, instead of fault find
ing and adverse criticism, give words of kind cheer,
showing thereby their appreciation of her daily ef
fort to perform duty well. The body requires food
and raiment to sustain life; and just as much does
