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VOICES OF YOUTH
WHEN LITTLE OWLS PLAY.
Oh! Whimblededun and Whimblede- .
whee
Sat hooting away up in a tall tree.
Said Whimblededun, “Oh! isn’t this
nice?”
But the other one cried, “I want some
mice.”
“You’re a dreadful tease,” said Whim
blededun;
“Be a good little owl! we’ll have some
fun.
“Take your soft wee wing and dry up
that tear,
And I’ll show you something wondrous
ly queer.”
So they flew to a cave as dark as night,
Where they put some mice in a terri
ble plight.
This way, and that, the wee creatures
would run,
While the owls flew after, and called
it fun.
But at first beam of day, they home
ward flew,
For the sun blinds their eyes—now
this is true.
For the owls, you know, sleep all the
long day,
Which little folks think a very queer
way.
“They were very rude owls,” said
Mother Mouse;
“I’ll take care this day, to find me a
bouse
With a door so tiny they can’t get in
For to scare my babies is really a
sin.”
But Whimblededun and Whimblede
whee,
In their nice warm bed in a hollow
tree,
Just snuggle their heads under their
wings,
While they wait for the fun that night
time brings.
MINNIE HINDS.
Wlttb Our Correspondents
SHALL A SCHOOL GIRL HAVE
ESCORTS?
My Dear Mr. Upshaw:
I think you are a wise and good man
and a friend to young girls, therefore I
want to have your opinion in a matter
that is- very important to me. I am
nearly sixteen years old. I am at
tending school, and have almost two
years longer to go. Nearly all my
girl school mates go out occasionally
to parties and receptions, also to
church in the evening, with young
men. In our little town this is the
custom, but my mother strongly ob
jects to my going out at all With young
men. She says escorts and studies do
not mix, and she has finally told me
that I must take my choice, between
young men’s company and the oppor
tunity to finish my education. Greatly
as I would like to have some social
enjoyment like my other friends, yet,
I have sense enough to know that an
education is of much more value to
me. But I am not satisfied. I think
my mother is too hard and exacting,
and I see my girl friends enjoying a
pleasure that I am deprived of. Seeing
this, my mother has agreed that I
should write to you through The Gold
en Age and get your opinion in the
matter. I promised her I would abide
by what you said and not worry her
or myself any more on the subject.
So, I ask you please to say frankly if
you think a young girl should be de
prived of the company and escort of
young men while she is at school. I
The Golden Age for December 12, 1907,
will thank you greatly and will abide
by your decision. Your friend,
URSULA.
My Dear Little Girl: I feel sure
your mother has the right idea about
this matter. She looks into your fu
ture and studies your best interests.
What she said about escorts and
school studies not mixing, was good
sound sense, the result of observation,
if not of experience. Sixteen is too
early an age for a girl to be getting
involved in affairs of the heart as she
is apt to do if she keeps the company
of young men. Nothing so quickly
robs a girl of her flower like freshness
of heart and face as prematurely en
gaging in the emotions that belong to
a riper period. You will lose nothing
by waiting. Young men will respect
you more and your neighbors and
friends will look on you with added es
teem. Boys always value a girl who
is kept within the pale of reserve. It
cheapens a girl in the eyes of every
body when she begins early to have
beaux. There will doubtless come
some special occasion when your
mother will let you go out with some
nice young man in company with ol
der women friends, or when she too
is of the party. It is a splendid cus
tom —that of having an elder married
lady go along in a party of young peo
ple as chaperone.
THE EDITOR.
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THE SHY YOUNG PERSON.
Recently I received a letter from a
young man—a boy rather —he is just
eighteen, asking to be told a remedy
for bashfulness. He says: “It is un
speakable anguish to me to go into
company, although I am very sociable
my nature, but my wretched shyness
keeps me from enjoying society and
mortifying to my friends. Some of
these comfort me by saying that my
timidity is modesty, and modesty is
commendable, but I don’t think I am
particularly modest. I have plenty of
self esteem. What is the cause of this
wretched timidity and is there any
hope that it will disappear?”
Shyness is not modesty. It does not
proceed usually from having a hum
ble opinion of oneself. On the con
trary, it comes from thinking too
much about oneself. The way to
overcome it is to try to forget your
self and think about others, think
about them with kindly interest, and
talk to them in away to show, this
interest. If you are at a party, give
a friendly thought to your hostess.
Think how she is trying to please and
entertain you and your friends and
help her by saying and doing agree
able things in a natural, sincere way.
Practice this at home. Act to the
members of the household as though
they were “company.” Say pleasant,-
kindly things to them. Cultivate an
interest in others and the morbid self
consciousness that causes your shy
ness will disappear.
ELEANOR KING.
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THE AMERICAN BOY AND HIS
MOTHER.
George Harvey, a clever magazine
writer, characterizes the boy of today
as a decided improvement on the boy
of twenty years ago. He says he is
taller, straighter, better featured, finer
haired, more like a thoroughbred.
Much of this is due to his training
his physical outdoor exercise more
hygienic way of loving, his more
regular habits and the refinement in
stilled in him. He is more attractive
than his predecessor, partly in a girl
ish sense as the effect of his greater
delicacy, but chiefly in a purely mascu-
line way. The one who is mainly re
sponsible for this evolution is the
boy’s mother. Forty years ago a wo
man after marriage ceased to improve
herself and settled down into the mid
dle aged housekeeper and mother. At
forty she was a kind, loving mother,
but she had dropped behind. She was
not a companion to her bright-minded,
quick thoughted boy. Today, the moth
er of forty looks as young as her
daughter, and is her superior in the
possession of that indescribable fasci
nating quality known as charm. She
has maintained and even enhanced her
attractiveness by growing with as well
as for her children. She is her boy’s
comrade and confidante. She enters in
to his pleasures, learns all about his
friends, sympathizes with him when
he gets into little scrapes and helps
him with her counsel. She encourages
him to be honorable, manly and gen
tle. She puts forth all her powers of
entertainment to make home pleasant
and attractive, to him. In return she
is the boy’s idol —the dearest, best,
loveliest being to him on earth. Even
when he finds his princess, and has
heart thrilled with love for her, his
mother still occupies her sacred
shrine and wields an influence that
can never be lost.
GERALDINE,
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WHAT HAPPENED TO MYRA.
“There, you’ve broken another of my
dishes, you little idiot; take that!”
Slap, slap went Mrs. Donny’s big hand
against Myra’s cheek, with such force
that the slender child staggered.
“You are not worth your salt! I want
you to clear out of my sight and never
let me lay eyes on you again.”
Myra stood for a moment bewilder
ed, her head ringing with the blows
she had recived, then she slowly
reached for her sunbonnet, and her
faded old shawl that hung behind the
kitchen door, put them on and left the
house that had never been a home to
her, since she came to it when she
was six years old, a friendless and
penniless orphan.
The twilight was merging into
night and the forest of great oaks was
almost dark. The road that ran
through it was narrow and little used.
In a dark hollow between two hills,
Myra lost her way and, after wander
ing about tor a little while, she sat
down beside the trunk of a great tree.
She crouched there, trembling, listen
ing to the sounds in the lonely forest,
the stealthy tread of a raccoon or
’possum, the weird, harsh scream of
the horned own and rustle of leaves
as a snake crawled over them. The
child was nearly dead with terror. It
was long before she found relief in
tears. She sobbed as if her heart would
break, then, worn out but relieved, she
fell asleep. A light shining on her
face awoke her. It was a moonbeam
that, struggling through the thick
leaves of the tree, had touched her
with a caressing finger. She got up
and resumed her wanderings. Soon
she found the road and walked on and
on not knowing where she was going.
Up hill and down into shadowy hol
lows, past fields and meadows, she
went. At length, she saw a great
light before her. The night sky was
lighted with a broad glare and the
tops of the dark woods caught its
glow. When she- had climbed a steep
hill, she saw that the woods were afire
before her. The undergrowth was all
ablaze, and the flames were running
up the tall pine trees. As she went
farther on, she saw a little newly built
cottage at the edge of the wood. The
fire was eating its way in the direc
tion of the house, which was quite