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Votan, the new Cof
fee from the South,
stands out in bold re
lief through the
Delightful,
Lingering Taste
AND
Distinctive,
Characteristic
Flavor
that is to be found only in this
rare and perfect blend.
Votan is recognized as the world’s
choicest coffee. It is a special
importation from Central America
and Southern Mexico, the world's
greatest coffee-growing regions, where
dwelt the ancient Maya Indians,
who worshipped Votan as their God.
Daintily packed in 1 lb., 2 lb., and
3 lb. cans. Never sold in bulk.
Coffee
The Votan Line
Tea
Votan, the superla
tively aromatic, fra
grant tea, is known
for its
Distinctiveness
Palate-Delighting
After-taste,
There's no other tea in all the world
just like Votan, because in this fam
ous brand alone, are blended several
of the daintiest and most delicious
teas that nature produces. They are
specially selected for their own indi
vidual "Goodness.”
Particular tea drinkers should al
ways take Votan, because in it only
will they find their favorite flavor,
Comes in quarter, half and one pound
canisters. It’s extremely fancy.
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VOICES OF YOUTH
CONDUCTED BY MRS. G. B. LINDSEY.
Now, look dar what you gone en do,
you good-fo’-nothin’ nigger, you!
Done frow dat nice con bread away
To burn all up to ashes. Say!
Des sho’s you lib, you got ter cry
Fo’ dat same co’n bread, ’fo’e you die.
NOT LESS LOAD, BUT MORE SUP
PORT.
By G. A. Cleaveland.
MY BOYHOOD was spent on a
farm in the beautiful Annapo
lis Valley in Nova Scotia.
Being the eldest of a family of boys,
it fell to my lot early in life to run
errands and help with the chores. A
rake or a fork had been left at the
barn and was needed in the hayfield,
and the hired man sat on a rock and
smoked his pipe while I ran to fetch
the missing tool. How steep the hill
sometimes got where the road wound
up through the apple orchard to that
barn! A little saleratus or ginger or
tea was needed in the culinary de
partment, and it meant a “hurry-up”
run for the boy to borrow some from
a neighbor, “till some one could go to
town.” It seemed to me that nobody
ever thought a boy might be tired.
Nobody? Well, there was one excep
tion.
One stormy winter day, when the
snow lay deep on the fields and the
old zigzag fences were cracking with
the frost, my father and I had fin
ished the afternoon’s work at the
barn. The cattle had been fed and
their stalls littered with a fresh bed
ding of straw. The cows had been
milked and the stable doors clamped
together with the big wooden buttons.
One more task only remained to be
done before we might snuggle down
beside the broad fireplace, where the
blaze crackled cheerily up the great
chimney and made the lights and
shadows chase each other away into
the farthest corners of the old-fash
ioned kitchen. The big wood-box
must be heaped up with fuel for the
long winter evening, and for the mor
row.
How I enjoyed seeing my father
chop fire-wood! He was a giant in
stature and strength, and withal an
expert with the axe. With his axe in
one hand and a long, rock-maple limb
in the other, balanced over the chop
ping-block, he struck always in the
right place and at just the right
“slant,” and it was a totigh stick in
deed when a “stove length” did not
drop with every blow.
On the particular evening in ques
tion, I had carried the wood into the
house as my father chopped it, load
after load, till the last one had been
reached, which, boy fashion, was the
biggest of all. I had started towards
the door with this, my knees aching,
my fingers numb with cold and my
arms seemingly ready to pull out clear
to my backbone, when my father
came up behind me. I thought he
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The Golden Age for June 16, 1910.
Mammy's Prophecy
Margaret A ’Richard
Yas, sah, you is; you des gwine be
So hungry you kin hardly see,
En dat dar piece of bread gwine rise,
En float all roun’ ’fo’e yo’ two eyes;
En you gwine want it so, you’ll cry
(But dat won’t git it!) ’fo’e you die
would take the load from me, but in
stead he picked me up in his arms,
just as I was, load and all, and we
went on together in that way into the
house, where the children were play
ing on the floor in the light of the
fire and my mother was bustling
hither and thither preparing the even
ing meal. My father! he knew when
a boy was tired, and knew also how
to help him while allowing him to
finish my own task.
Many a year has passed since then.
The old farm is far away and is
owned by strangers. The children
who played in the light of the fire
have scattered, men and women, to the
four quarters of the earth, and father
and mother have long since gone to
their rest. But often still I find my
self staggering under a load that
seems too heavy for my strength to
bear, tired and full of heartache, and
wondering if anybody cares. Some
times a greater, mightier Father
comes to me, and gathers me, with all
my load, into His “everlasting arms;”
and then —would you believe it? —
just as in that winter evening long
ago, all the weight of the load is
taken away.
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WHEN WE ARE OLD.
Dear Little Mother and Voices of
Youth: This is indeed the voices of
youth; the voices of those who have
not experienced the burdens of life.
We know not what life means. We
stand on the threshold of duty ready
to enter a life of service and sacri
fice, for where there is service, to a
certain extent, there must be some
sacrifice. Now is the time for us to
lay the foundation for a happy, useful
life, while the blossoms of youth have
not faded; and the heart quickens, to
youthful ambition ere our young locks
are tinged with the silver threads of
age. Now is the time to set an ex
ample that we expect to follow, that
will bear fruit when we are old, or have
passed into the beyond. Before it is
too late let us remember that blessed
promise God has given us “Seek ye
first the Kingdom of God and all these
things will be added unto you.” If
we will concentrate our thoughts into
channels that are for the upbuilding
of a good, moral character, we will
find ourselves growing into ideals.
We only rise so high as our thoughts
reach. It is an every-day occurrence
to see people who are passing away
their time in idleness and dissipation
because their thoughts are low and
void of ambition. They clog the great
wheels of progress because they do
not care for the development of art,
science, literature or any other phase
of civilization. Such people represent
the morality not only of our cities but
the country as well. Let us prosper
by their mistakes, filling our lives
first with pure thoughts so that we
may be able to fill them with pure
deeds. Keeping before us always high
ideals, so that when we are old and
our life’s sun is setting, we may look
back over the past and see a life full
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