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** AN OLD AND WELL TRIED REMEDY
VOICES OF YOUTH
A LETTER TO MY BOYS AND GIRLS
My Dear Boys and Girls:
I am very much pleased with the
new r life our department is taking on.
Remember, each bright newsy letter
helps Brother Wiine, and may help
someone else we never knew. Long
ago I made these thoughts my motto.
If you will let them govern your young
lives you will be the happier for it:
“If any little word of mine
May make a life the brighter,
If any little song of mine
May make a heart the lighter,
God help me speak the little word,
And take my bit of singing
And drop it in some lonely vale,
To set the echoes ringing.
“If any little love of mine
May make a life the sw r eeter,
If any little care of mine
May make a friend’s the fleeter,
If any lift of mine may ease
The burden of another,
God give me love and care and
strength
To help my toiling brother.”
Bunny’s letter, although coming
from a little girl, has some very sound
advice in it.
Yes, girls wield a far greater influ
ence over the boys with whom they
associate than they realize.
Mary John Sewell, your sympathy
for “The Little Invalid Lady” shows
a tenderness of heart which, if culti
vated, will develop you into a big
hearted ’woman who will bring happi
ness, sunshine and helpfulness into the
many lives you touch, making you a
useful, happy womas, for we are hap
piest when we are forgetting our own
sickness or trial or heartache by mak
ing someone else forget.
I know a bright, happy, trustful lit
tle woman who has been a “shut-in”
for more than fifteen years; and yet,
when you go into her room, let the day
be ever so dark and dreary, her face
is w r reathed with sunshiny smiles and
sweet -words of thankfulness for God’s
goodness to her, and you come away
feeling the brighter for having seen
her. Such are the Christians that our
Father would have us all be.
I am looking for some newsy and
interesting letters from some of my
old boys and girls. Where are Fred
die Delkin, R. B. Stewart, Mary Er
ving and Mary Belle Gordon, you
Young Southerners of nineteen hun
dred and six?
Lots of love from
BROTHER WILLIE.
'CXHttb Our GorresponOents
THE TEACHER’S INFLUENCE.
Dear Brother Willie:
I have been intending writing to the
Voices of Youth some time, but when
I read the good suggestions I could
refrain no longer.
What do you think the best business
or occupation to follow w r hen you grow
to be men and women? Surely there
is no nobler occupation than that of
the school teacher. Next to the parent
the teacher can exert the greatest in
fluence over the child. She helps to
form the character of the man or wo
man by the impression she makes on
its mind while young. While she is
teaching the child from the books she
is preparing its mind for nobler things.
.A child never forgets the impres
sions made by a teacher. She inspires
greater things, they long to be as great
as their teacher. She starts the growth
of the mind.
In other words, she lays the founda
tion on which others can heap more
The Golden Age for April 23, 1908.
Conducted by the Editor
knowledge. What greater good can
one do than mold good characters of
our young people? It is on them that
our future nation’s destiny rests. There
are many trials for the school teacher,
but she is only the stronger for it. A
teacher is the. least appreciated by
the people she is helping than any one.
Surely God smiles upon one who
undertakes so noble a work, yet so
hard, to accomplish.
Uncle Mat, write often. Your let
ters are always interesting. Hoping
the good writers will respond, I am,
Your loving cousin,
KITTY NELSON.
Suwanee, Ga., Route 2.
A WELCOME NEW MEMBER.
Dear Brother Willie:
As I have been reading the letters
in The Golden Age, I thought I would
ask admittance into your happy band.
I am a stranger, but I hope I will be
welcome.
How many of the cousins like to go
to Sunday school? I do. I think we
should all go and learn all we can
about God’s word, for we can never
learn too much.
Just stop and think, young boys
who read this, are you doing right
when you are roving over the fields
killing lizards and rabbits on Sunday?
I don’t know where you are thinking
you will go, but I am sure you will
go to the bad if you don’t do better.
Did you ever know of a boy that al
ways attends Sunday school, going to
the chaingang or dying on the gal
lows? There may be a few, but it is
an exception. Os course there is al
ways, everywhere, a Judas, but there
are also the eleven who are true.
Hadn’t you rather be one of them?
Just let me say a few more words
and I will stop. Boys, attend your
church conference, too. Some young
boys who have professed Christ will
go off and get drunk, play cards and
do other things, and if you say any
thing to them about it, they will say,
“I did not know it was against the
church rules.” You know that boy has
not tried to learn anything from his
church, or he would know.
Girls, if we will do our part we can
influence the boys to do better. Al
though the girls do not get drunk
and do so mean in public, yet they do
many things wrong.
McCool, come again. Your letter
was fine. I know you enjoyed Brother
Willie’s visit. I have never seen him,
yet I know he is a fine man. I know
all would certainly enjoy a visit from
him. I hope, if I visit in Atlanta, I
will have the privilege of meeting him.
As I am a stranger, and probably
not interesting to you all, I will close.
Cousins, come on, we are glad to hear
from you, every one.
Your little new cousin,
BUNNY.
PLEASED WITH THE STORY.
Dear Editor: I have just finished
reading the letters from the boys and
girls to the Voices of Youth, and
thought I would write again.
When I wrote my first letter it was
the only letter that appeared on the
page of the Voices of Youth, and I
wondered if the boys and girls who
wrote such interesting letters were
ever going to write any more, but we
have had so many nice letters this
week I think they are going to do bet
ter in the future.
I get so much pleasure out of The
Golden Age, especially the Household
and Voices of Youth.
I enjoyed the story of “Esther Fer
rall’s Experiment” so much, and wish
the editor would publish another just
as interesting. I read Beh C. Knight’s
letter to the Household, and the little
invalid lady’s, and I am so sorry for
them. I know they must be brave, to
stand such afflictions.
It is very bad to be sick, for I have
been sick two years, and can’t go to
school, and I think sometimes that it
is very hard, but just think of being
shut out from this beautiful spring
weather. I know it is hard to be brave
and bear all their suffering. I am go
ing to write and tell them how sorry
I am that they have to be shut out
from the lovely spring weather. 1
would like very much to know the
name of the little invalid lady, and
wish some one who knows would tell
me. Her name was stuck to another
page, and wnen I pulled them apart
the name was torn off. I would appre
ciate someone telling me very much,
for I want to write her and get the m
tle book called “A Little Sunbeam.”
With every good wish for the edi
tor and Voices of Youth, I will close
for the present.
MARY JOHN SEWELL.
Summerville, Ga.
The invalid’s address is Miss Mollie
E. Willis, R. F. D. 3, Barnesville, Ga.
You will enjoy “The Liule Sunoeam,”
all the more for having brightened her
lonely life.
THE OLD AND THE NEW “OUT
WEST.”
He had returned to his village home
in an Eastern state, atter six months’
wandering in the West. The news of
his home-coming quickly reached his
boy friends, and he w r as soon holding a
reception under a big tree in the front
yard. The boys were keen to hear
about his adventures in the land of
savage Indians and grizzly bears, their
ideas of that region, having been
drawn from dime novels and a “Wild
West” show at their county fair.
“Take off your hat, Will,” said one,
looking suspiciously at the returned
traveler.
“What for? Want to see if I’ve lost
my scalp?. Well, it’s on all right. See?
Haven’t a scar on me. How did I
manage to come out so well in the
lights? I didn’t have any fights. Oh,
yes, I saw Indians, lots of ’em! Once
I saw about a hundred young bucks all
armed with rifles.”
“Gee! I bet they was after the cow
boys! Must a-been a big mix-up. Wish
I could have seen it. An’ boys shootin’
an’ yellin,’ Indians with nothin’ on but
war paint a-firin’ an’ shootin’ like
mad.”
“That picture’ll do for a back num
ber dime story, but it’s way out of date
now. The young bucks I saw were all
in gray cadet uniforms, and they were
marchin’ peaceably behind Old Glory
and a brass band played by Indian
boys. There were girls, too, in the
procession—Indian girls—scores of ’em
in blue frocks and sashes, some of
’em pretty as red shoes. It was In
dian Day at the Arizona Fair, and
there were five hundred red-skinned
school children on parade.”
“Pshaw! Tame Indians! I’ve heard
about that sort. Tney capture ’em and
send ’em to school as a punishment.
But didn’t you see any wild Indians?
Maybe you were afraid to go out in
the mountains and plains where they
belong.”
“I went out in the mountains and
plains, all right, and I saw Indians
a-plenty. No, they were not on the war
path. It was the work path they were
on —the White man’s path. They
weren’t raisin’ hair, they were raisin’
wheat and corn and sheep and cattle.
Some were workin’ on railroads and
irrigation ditches; some had big farms
and nice homes, and went to church
in carriages.”
“Whew! Must’ve been a mighty
change out there.”
“You’re right. There’s been a
changin’ business all around. The
scalpin’, skulkin’ Indian, starvin’ on
