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A Lazy Day,
In the middle o’ the winter, when a spring day
comes along,
An’ the medder dreams of flowers an’ the birds
break out in song,
Then I has that hazy, daisy, lazy feelin’, an’ I
pine
Fer the green banks of a river—jug o’ bait, an’
fishin’ line!
In the middle o’ the winter, when the clouds from
roun’ you roll
An’ the sunshine sen’s the summer tinklin’, twink
lin’ through yer soul,
Then it’s in the ole-time orchards an’ the fiel’s I
longs to be,
Whar the breeze kin blow the blossoms in a shower
over me!
But then, I feels so lazy, es a fish pulled strong an’
stout,
An’ made the rod jest nod an’ nod, an’ swished
the line erbout,
I reckon that I’d blame him fer disturbin’ of my
rest,
An’ lay there dreamin’ —dreamin’, with the blos
soms on my breast! —Exchange.
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The Man You Marry,
Most mothers look merely to good clothes, good
manners and some money in the men who marry
their daughters. So says a lady doctor, and she is
probably right so far as the vast majority of moth
ers are concerned. But this lady doctor has very*
different ideas .from those of convention as to what
a woman should consider in deciding the essentials
in a husband. She formulates them in the following
rules:
The first requisite for a woman in choosing a hus
band is an education, not such as he gets at college,
but an education in morals.
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The next thing she should insist upon is a clean
bill of health. A man or woman contemplating mat
rimony should be examined by a physician, as for
life insurance. If there be any inherited or incur
able disease it will then become known. In the event
of an affection that is curable marriage should be
postponed. If if be proved beyond doubt that an
ailment is out of the reach of medical skill the man
or woman should be brave enough to renounce mar
riage and take up some line of work which may ab
sorb his or her interests. For in marriage, as in all
else, the uplifting of humanity should be the highest
consideration.
A woman should demand among the good qualities
of her husband that he be well bred. The little
delicacies of life go far toward oiling its wheels.
She should look for congeniality of tastes, as well
as some quality of intellect, or its development. A
college-bred man and a primary school girl wouFd
be hopelessly ill-sorted.
iShe should look for a husband to whom she would
be not only a wife, but a good comrade. Comrade
ship is one of the strongest ties in marriage.
She should never marry a man who asked the sac
rifie'e of her individuality or permitted her to domi
nate his. Each has a right to that inner self, for
each soul comes into the world and goes out of it
alone.
As a rule, she should marry young, always pro
viding she has a sufficient knowledge of the world.
The ignorance of women in this regard is stupen
dous. But men, too, are ignorant. The father should
be his son’s teacher, the mother her daughter’s.
She should choose a young man preferably, be
cause he then becomes educated with her. They are
likely to be more adapted to each other.
A young woman should never marry a middle
aged man with the idea of changing him. He will
expect the woman he marries to conform to stand
ards already fixed.
A woman should take some time t.o study the char
acter of the man with whom she expects to spend
her life,
PINE Y WOODS SKETCHES
The Golden Age for January 28, 1909.
She should ask, above all things, the confidence
of the man she marries. If she understands his cir
cumstances a woman with any heart will be willing
to make sacrifices and not run her husband into
debt.
She should demand an allowance, and not consent
to a housekeeping scheme which includes the run
ning of bills. ‘Sbe should handle the money she
spends and understand the value of money.
To sum it all up. I should say that a woman in
marrying should look for the man with whom she
hopes to spend her life, and she should marry him
with the idea of becoming the mother of his children.
The Horse That ‘Balked.
I hope every subscriber to The Golden Age read
Di*, Broughton’s sermon on “The Lost Power of the
Church”, and then passed it on to some one else.
lam indeed grateful for his definition of Power. It
puts into words just the thing that my heart has
been striving- to define.
We ask the question, “Why do not Christians to
day have the same power they had at Pentecost?”
One of the potent reasons, to my mind, is this: Sim
ply that the Christian people of today, as individ
uals, do not want that power. They can be brought
to see the need of it; the possibility of receiving it
for the asking, and in some measure the results
it would accomplish in their lives, but here is the
trouble— lT MEANS WORK.
Yesterday, as I was going down the street, I pass
ed by a livery stable and saw one of our boys step
ping into a “shiny” buggy and pulling the reins
over a sleek, handsome horse, and I watched, with
a thrill of pleasure (because I love horse nesh, and
“boy flesh” too) to see the vigorous, high-spirited
young pair dash off up the street. But something
went wrong. When that good (?) horse felt the
tightening of the lines over his back, he just planted
his feet to the four corntrs of earth — and BALK
ED! Now, that horse was one hundred per cent
horse, with the capacity of one full power; he
was properly harnessed; he had been well fed and
groomed, and it was his duty to pull. That boy
also had a mission—a very important mission, per
haps—to perform. There was a fair girl waiting
somewhere for him to take to ride, and there may
have been urgent and “pressing” business to trans
act during that ride —BUT that horse, in spite of
his supposed horse sense, just Balked!
You smile, perhaps, at this funny little story, but
listen, Christian! God, when He saved you, harness
ed you for service and gave you enough power to
begin pulling the world to Him. He has fed you,
clothed you, and loved you all these years, but —in
sadness I say it, for I am more guilty of neglect
than you —’when He takes up the lines of your life
and mine and says: “My child! I need you for my
service today,” we forget His ownership and right
of authority over our lives, and stubbornly plant our
feet on the things that are covered by this little
earthly span, and refuse to obey. Only through
obedience can the connection with God’s Power
House be maintained.
The Triumphant Penny.
“My friends,” announced an unconventional
Hyde Park preacher after a vain appeal for a lib
eral collection, “here is a parable.” He pro
duced two coins, a five shilling piece and a penny,
from his pocket and held them up before the as
semblage. ♦
“These two coins fell a-talkiug one day. Said
the five shilling piece to the penny, ‘Oh, you re a
poor thing! I’m worth sixty of you.’
“ ‘That may be,’ replied the penny, ‘but there’s
one respect in which I beat you easily.’
“ ‘What’s that?’ asked the five shilling piece
contemptuously.
“Why,’ replied the penny, with much compla-
By "Violet Boss”
cency, ‘I go to church far oftener than you do!’ ”
—Tit-Bits.
Was Santa Claus Barefoot —Yes (?) —
Ho (?)
■Christmas morning, Little Elizabeth, three years
old, was greatly excited to find Santa Claus’
tracks on the chimney back. Her little two years
old playmate came over to the Christmas tree,
and Elizabeth took her by the hand, and peeping
up the chimney as far they could see, she ex
plained to the lisping infant: “Lettie, Santa
Claus came down my chimney last night and left
tracks in it.” A look of bewilderment came into
little Lettie’s face: “Santa Caws left ‘cackers, ”
in your chimby, Li ’bus,” she queried. “No, not
crackers,” answered Elizabeth: “Tracks, tracks like
you make with your feet.” In desperation Elizabeth
turned to her mamma and begged: “ Mamma,
please you tell Lettie what I mean.” Mamma
picked the wee one up and explained very carefully
“Santa Claus left his footprints in Elizabeth’s
chimney, Lettie.” Throwing back her little curly
head, Lettie gave vent to a peal of laughter. As
soon as she could catch her breath, she cried in the
merriest glee: “Dacious me! Santa Caws lef’ his
foot-mits in de chimby.”
A tew nights ago Little Joe, four years old, knelt
at his mother’s knee to say his prayers. She be
gan in the accustomed way, “Now I lay me,” but
Joe didn’t respond.
Gently she urged him, but Joe, looking up with
patient condescension in his face, replied “Oh!
Mother, 1 want to say my prayers like a man, they
just kneels down an don’t say nothing at all.”
A Preferred Creditor.
A merchant, who recently failed, called all his
creditors together, and offered to settle with them
at 10 per cent, giving them his notes payable in
thirty days.
As most of the creditors had little hope of get
ting anything, they eagerly accepted the proposi
tion. One man, however, stood out for better terms,
and all efforts to get him to agree were futile. Fin
ally the bankrupt took him out into the hall, and
said:
“When you come in and sign with the others, I
will make you a preferred creditor.”
“All right,” said the objector. “Under those
circumstances I will agree to a settlement.”
The papers were signed, and all the creditors
left, except the one who had been told he was to
be preferred.
“What are you waiting for?” said the man who
had failed.
“Why, you said I was to be preferred. I am
waiting to know what I am to get.”
“Well, I tel] you—you will get nothing.”
“Get nothing? Why you promised to make me
a preferred creditor if I would sign with the rest.”
“And so you are; I make you preferred. I te’l
you now you get nothing. The others wait thirty
days before they know it, and then they get noth
ing. ’ ’ —Exchange.
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Managing a Husband.
Make- him comfortable.
Don’t be critical at any time.
Above all, don’t criticise him in public.
Cultivate a sense of humor.
Make light work of worries.
If you must tell him the mischances of the day,
show them to him as a joke.
Encourage him to feel that home is a refuge, not
a clearing house for your perplexities.
Let him bring his men friends home with him.
And don’t look distressed if he once in a while
expresses a desire to go out with them. —-Selected.
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