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VOICES OF YOUTH
r THE TALE OF A TART.
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r Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner,
And he began to cry;
For, sad to say,
The cook was away,
And he hadn’t a Christmas pie.
But the Queen of Hearts
She made some tarts
And gave Jack Horner two;
When, alack, and alas!
A sad thing came to pass,
They were stolen by Little Boy Blue!
Now Little Boy Blue
Had no use for two,
So he ran down the hilside steep
To a pasture fair,
And when he reached there
He gave one to Little 80-Peep.
•
But Little 80-Peep
Fell fast asleep
Down in the meadow so still;
And she woke with a start
To find that her tart
Had been stolen by Jack and Jill!
Jack and Jill
Went up a hill,
Instead of going round it;
Soon after their start
They lost the tart
And Simple Simon found it.
Simple Simon
Met a pieman
And to him the tale he told;
The man then, and there,
Took the tart to the fair,
And to Mother Hubbard ’twas sold
Old Mother Hubbard
Took the tart from the cupboard
To give her poor dog a part
But her dog with a spring, ■
Gobbled up the whole thing—■
And that was the end of the tart!
CAROLYN WELLS.
With Our Correspondents
SHOULD GIRLS SMOKE?
That dear, old-fashioned grandma of
mine would think matters had come
to a desperate pass if she knew that
I had asked a circle of bright, sensi
ble young people what they thought
about girls’ smoking. A very few
years ago the question would have
been declared too grotesque for de
bate, but now, as so many so called so
ciety girls have taken up the habit, I
think we have a right to discuss girls’
smoking as well as boys’. We have
been told much about the effects of
tobacco on boys, What is the effect
it has on a girl? A girl is physically
Inferior to a boy and if the effect is
harmful to him it must be doubly 30
to her. The nicotine which the cigar
ette contains not only darkens her
skin but it stains her finger tips
and discolors her teeth, and, worst
of all in my opinion, it is very disa
greeable to kiss a girl whose breath is
tainted with the odor of tobacco. She
thinks it unpleasant to kiss a man
whose Ups are fiavored with nicotine.
If this applies to a man it is still more
applicable to a girl, whose lips and
breath are always expected to be
pure and clean. Oh, you will say that
no nice girl wduld smoke, but there
are hundreds of girls who do smoke
and yet they are said to be nice. I over
heard two girls discussing their fa
vorite brand of cigarettes, and the
number they smoked daily. The con-
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versation set me to thinkinng. I have
my own ideas about the subject but
I’d like to hear what you think about
it. CHARLES.
Culloden, Ga.
THE TWO FRIENDS.
They were good friends, those two —
the boy and the goat. And as all good
friends do, they seemed to have a
perfect understanding of each other.
I met them daily as I went to my work
and quite a handsome little team they
were; the boy in his pretty little wag
on, and the goat in his shining har
ness. I soon got to where I expect
ed to meet them taking their daily
drive and was disappointed, when, for
several days, I missed them.
After about a week’s absence, I was
passing on rapidly to the office, when,
turning the corner, the same corner
where I had always met them, I was
surprised to see my little friend ap
proaching, pulling his wagon. As he
drew closer, I saw that he was draw
ing the lifeless form of his friend and
companion, the goat.
“Why, what’s the matter, Charlie,
old man?” I asked.
Looking back at the dead goat, ly
ing now so still, and turning his eyes
away that I might not see the great
tears rising in them, and with the
thought, perhaps, of the happy days
he had spent and the pleasant drives
he had taken, he replied in a choking
voice, “He just died.” And as he left
me and passed on down the lane that
led to the woods, I saw him stop be
neath an overhanging cedar, and
’twas there he gave his goat a decent
burial.
The first sorrow of his life had
come. LANE.
Texas.
Dear Brother Willie: I’ve been
'wanting to write you a letter ever
since I received the beautiful little
book which you sent me as a prize in
the word contest. I want to apolo
gize to the boys and girls who live out
of town, for taking advantage of them,
and rushing up to The Golden Age of
fice with my answer before anyone
else had a chance, but I was so anx
ious to have a book which Brother
Willie should select that I just could
not help it.
Girls, can you realize that’ our va
cation is nearing an end? And are
you glad? I, for one, am. My va
cation has been spent at home; I
have been trying to help mamma, and
make her burdens lighter. How many
of you spent your holidays at home
helping mamma? Didn’t you enjoy it,
and didn’t you feel that you were do
ing some good in the world?
I hope each of the boys and girls
will write us a letter before school
begins and tell us just what they
have been doing this summer. With
best wishes, I am
MATTIE EARL KENT,
Atlanta, Ga.
THE BIG COUNTRY OF INDIA.
I have thought it might be interest
ing tc you young folks to hear little
talks about the various countries of
the world. There are a great many
grown up people who are not inform
ed about the world they live in. An
intelligent man of more than middle
age, a merchant and well-to-do, said
to me the other day: “I don’t know
why the ministers talk so much
about sending missionaries to India. I
thought our government took care of
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the Indians.” “Why,” I said, “the
missionaries go to India, a great
country on the cd her side of the
wprJd, much larger than curs. Our
aborigines in this country are called
Indians through a mistake made by
Christopher Columbus. When he set
out on his voyage of discovery he had
no expectation of discovering a new
world, he hoped only to find a new
passage 10 the old country —India, rich
in gold, gems and costly articles of
commerce. When he landed on the
West Indian islands he believed it was
the west shore of India and he called
the natives Indians.”
India is a continent on the opposite
side of the earth from our America
and its immense coast is washed by
the Indian ocean, the Arabian sea and
the bay of Bengal. It contains more
than a million and a half square acres
and 265,000,000 inhabitants. It has
the highest mountains in the world —
the great Himalaya range. Himalaya
means “dwelling place of eternal
snow,” yet these snow-covered moun
tains look down valleys where grow
all kinds of delicious tropical fruits
and gorgeous flowers —figs, cocoa
nuts, dates, breadfruits, mangoes, tam
arinds, forests of evergreen palms and
bamboo, great fields of rice, sugar
cane, millet and corn. Here also are
great fields of chincona trees from
the hark of which quinine is male.
The British government has quinine
factories in India and ships this most
important of all medicinal drugs to
this country. The chincona or qui
nine trees were imported from South
America by an enterprising English
man. Tea is also grown here in quan
tities, together with all kinds of de
lightful spices. Among the flowers is
the gorgeous cotton tree bloom, the
tree has no leaves, but is covered
with large crimson flowers that look
like a mass of flame in the distance.
The animals of India are numer
ous. The religion of the people for
bade them to kill any living thing;
so that animals, birds and reptiles
multiplied without hindrance until
the British conquered the greater part
of the country and proceeded to thin
out the big game—the lions, which, by
the way, have no mane, the rhinocer
ous, bison, hyenas, wolves, elks and
particularly the tigers—the scourge of
India. There are so many small wild
creatures that play havoc with goats,
cows, pigs and fowls of the people
that the tigers, who live on these les
ser wild beasts, are tolerated until
they become old and their r.eeth and
claws less sharp, then they leave the
woods and become man eaters, haunt
ing the little villages and leaping out
upon men. women and children, drag
ging them off into the jungle to eat
them at their leisure. Some time ago
there was a man-eating tigei who kill
ed on an average 80 persons annually.
Another tiger caused 13 villages to be
abandoned and 250 square acres to be
thrown ?ut of cultivation.
In another talk I vtll tell you about
a hunt foi a tiger man eater vs which
one of our countrymen was a hero.
M. E. B.
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AFTER NINEYEARS, RELIEF
A True Story, With a Moral Which
Points to Some interesting Ways
for Women to Cure Themselves
From the Agonies Caused Ly
Female Disease and
Disturbance.
LETTER FROM A LADY
Nine Years of Constant Suffering and
Failure of Doctors to Give Relief, Left
the Writer No Chance But to Try This
Method of Home Treatment, Which Af
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FREE ADVICE FOR LADIES
Nine years is a long time to suffer
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And then, one day, a light in the dis
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Such, in brief, is the story of Lizzie
Matthews', of Mount Vernon, Ga., whose
letter we print below. She says:
“I was troubled with female disease
for nine (9) years. The doctors first
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the organs,* but no matter wha.t they
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“At last I decided to take Wine of
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Before I began to take Cardui I could
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back and hips would ache, and then I
would be nervous and I was troubled with
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“I have praised Cardui to all my
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I wish every suffering lady would try
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