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KEEP A-GOIN’.
By Frank Farrington.
When you think you are down and out,
Keep a-goin’
Take the benefit o’ doubt,
Keep a-goin’
Lots o’ men about all in
Try the game another spin
And manage in the end to win.
Keep a-goin’
When you think you’ve struck hard
luck,
Keep a-goin’
What you need’s a little pluck,
Keep a-goin’
How you goin’ to get ahead?
How you goin’ to earn your bread?
Layin’ down won’t wake no dead,
Keep a-goin’
You ain’t in the hands o’ fate,
Keep a-goin’
Don’t sit around and wait.
Keep a-goin’
Anything you want to do
You can do, and easy, too,
Just get hold and put it through
Keep a-goin’
It’s easier to keep a going than to
pay rent. So said Mark Twain when
he was a young and struggling news
paper writer in San Francisco. A lady
of his acquaintance saw him one day
with a cigar box under his arm looking
in a shop window.
“Mr. Clemens,” she said, “I always
see.you with a cigar box under your
arm; I am afraid you are smoking too
much.”
“It isn’t that,” said Mark, “I’m mov
ing again.”
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THE OTHER SIDE.
Thanksgiving day was over. Tommy
had eaten the usual ill-assorted “left
over supper” and scampered away to
bed. About ten o’clock his mother
and her assembled guests were startled
by a series of lusty wails. Paregoric,
Castoria, and similar remedies were
alike refused and Tommy bawled on
unceasingly, refusing to be comforted.
One of the lady visitors was visibly
exasperated.
“If he was my child,” she said, “he'd
get a good sound spanking.”
“He deserves it,” the mother admit
ted meekly, “but I don’t believe in
spanking him on a full stomach.”
“Mercy, neither do I,” tartly replied
the visitor, “but you can turn him over,
can’t you?”
*
WE WILL SOAR NOW.
The Wright Brothers have announe
ed their purposes to erect a monster
airship factory in Dayton, Ohio. At
least eighty men will be employed and
the factory will be expected to turn
out four aeroplanes a month.
Poor Longfellow would have turned
over in his grave could he have heard
the near-poet of the Boston Herald
rhapsodizing over the above announce
ment thusly:
Let us then be up and flying,
With a heart for any fate;
We can’t hope to go a-skying,
Sitting on the garden gate.
Lives of men like Wright remind us,
All we have to do is dare,
And, departing, leave behind us,
Footprints on the desert air.
K
A teacher of a mission Sunday
school class desiring to test the scrip
ural knowledge of a recent recruit,
asked: “If thy father and mother for
sake thee, who will take thee up?”
The response was prompt— "the per l
lice,”
PINEY WOODS SKETCHES
By Margaret Beberly Upshalv.
NO LIE AFTER ALL.
They were telling fish stories, and
at last the tall, lank man on the crack
er barrel said:
“I went down to the river this morn
ing, and, although the water was high
almost to a flood, I took a ten foot
pike”—
“Stop there!” exclaimed the fat man
with the corncob pipe. “Tell us you
took an eight pound trout, and I’ll
sit idly by, but a ten foot pike —nev-
er! Ananias died for less than that.”
“I took a ten foot pike pole,” con
tinued the unruffled tall, lank man on
the cracker barrel, “and in less than
five minutes I hooked out a fifteen foot
bass” —
“See here! See here!” yelled the
man who owned the grocery. “You’ll
have to go way from here to finish
that lie. I hain’t got no lightin’ rod
on this store yit.”
“I hooked out a fifteen foot bass
wood log,” persisted the tall, lank man,
“and I want to ask how much you
think I kin git for it.”
THE RUBBERY TASTE,
Mr. Smith ordered chicken broth at
the Fatted case, and after tasting it
he called the waiter and said, “Will
you kindly tell me how you make this
chicken soup?”
“Jes’ take de boilin’ hot watah and
run de chicken fru, mistah.”
“Well Rastus, I think this chicken
must have had its rubbers on.” —Wis-
consin Sphinx.
*
A SALUTARY LESSON.
“Now, remember your salutes,” said
the English corporal, when posting the
Irish recruit on sentry. “If you see a
lieutenant —he wears one star on his
shoulder —slope arms; if a captain—
two stars —slope arms; if you see a
major—a crown —present arms; if the
colonel-stars and crown —present and
turn out the guard.
Pat pondered his orders carefully,
but presently he was awakened from
his reverie by the approach of the gen
eral.
That worthy son of Mars surveyed
the cross swords on the gallant offi
cer’s shoulders and as he was not in
cluded in the corporal’s category sim
ply nodded cheerfully.
“Well, my man,” said the genial gen
eral, “and who are you supposed to
be?”
“I’m supposed to be a bit of a sen
try,” said Patrick. “And who are
you?”
“Oh, I’m supposed to be a bit of a
general!” said the latter.
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“A gineral, is it?” cried the startled
Pat. “Then ye’ll want something big.
The corp’ral tould me about the oth
ers, but nothing about yourself at all,
at all. But hold hard a minute, and
I’ll give ye the bayonet exercise, if
that’ll do.”
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FLASHLIGHTS IN CHINA.
No. 11.
Childhood in China is not worthy of
the name. So our American small boy
would doubtless think. For instance,
going down the street the grown peo
ple always walk ill front, the boys
coming behind. Quite the reverse in
tearing young America, dashing into
every candy or toy-shop, and inquir
ing the price of every article.
The Chinese boy sits only w r hen he
is bidden, and horror of horrors! pic
ture it if you can! Instead of being a
living interrogation point as is the
undisputed right of boydom in this
country, he is permitted to speak only
in reply to questions. Ye American
boys turn a somersault at the bare
idea! Furthermore, if taken to task
for anything he has done, he must nev
er contradict or try to explain matters.
He must even take a whipping he
doesn’t deserve, without a word! Now
I know every boy’s English tongue
wants to say something.
Well, another thing: One Yan Phan
Lee tells about when he was a boy
in China. He left his mother to go
to America, when twelve years of age.
He could not hug her, though the
mother’s eyes were full of tears. All
that he could do was to prostrate him
self very gravely four times, and the
parting was over.
I know every boy in this country
wants to go to China to reform it!
Boys over here are very much prais
ed for what is called the bump of orig
inality.
If it ever had an origin at all in
China, it must have been “away back”
indeed. What is called the patriarchal
system there has been going on so
long, they do not know how or wish
to change.
If a man goes contrary to the cus
toms there, he violates “laws of his
family, his clan, his ancestry, public
opinion, the views of most learned
men and what is the only ethics ho
has ever been taught—the fear of spir
its.” How can it be expected then for
a boy to be anything but repressed,
held down, sat upon? He is not en
couraged to express his thoughts, or
to have any individuality. He is snub
bed by his elders, until he is scarcely
able to think for himself —just in the
ruts of his ancestors. Then again boys
over here have some hiding-place of
their very own, where they can go
into their “dens” away from folks
sometimes and cogitate.
Not that way in China. People live
in such swarms all about that all pri
vacy is croAvded out.
I am sorry to tell the boys that the
millions in China make it hard for peo
ple to escape starvation. This has a
hardening effect, and they become in
different to suffering they can not
help.
To quote Dr. Smith: “Another thing
we should miss in China is the family
meal. This we knoAV is an institution
peculiar to Christendom.” Papa and
mama do not sit at the table together,
but eat away from each other. Did
you ever? Children seldom sit at the
table with both parents. Now wouldn’t
that be a one-sided arrangement? I
wonder how they behave!
What sort of a boy do you think
you would have been if you had had
this kind of life and parents like
these?
What makes the difference? Isn’t it
Jesus in the home? Jesus who has
taught your parents to teach you the
fear of the Lord, Jesus Avho has raised
woman until your mother is queen of
your home, Jesus, the Christ, “who has
brought life and immortality to light
by the Gospel.”
While we bless Him for all we have,
let us give Jesus to the world. Boys
can extend His Kingdom. Mission
bands, unions, and royal ambassadors
can spread the knowledge of Him even
to far-away China. Peyton Stephens
is the Sunbeam’s missionary in China,
supported by children’s bands. Invite
this Jesus in your 0AA r n hearts and
homes and you will be what telling
what a dear Savior you have found.”
Far as the earth His realm extends,
His glorious Kingdom never ends:
“His reign shall stretch from shore
to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no
more.”
We are indebted to Dr. Smith’s “Up
lift of China” for this uufamily pic
ture, and our corollary questions. Let’s
all read more about it.
ELLA C. BACON.
Albany, Ga., Nov. 20, 1909.
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