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[VI the HOUSEHOLD |V]
- A Department of Expression For Those Who Feel and Think I
“Bless the Lord, 0, my soul, and for
get not all His benefits.”
O, the fullness of God’s love,
Expressed in every way;
I can not voice the thanks I feel
For blessings every day.
A Series of Talks on Living Authors
I Have Known.
No. 3.
Perhaps the most beloved member
of the Sorosian Circle is May Riley
Smith. You all know her through her
exquisite heart poems—so perfect in
expression, so filled with tender emo
tion and noble sentiment. I remember
when she first wrote and read in So
rosis, that heart-moving poem ad
dressed to mothers who are vexed and
impatient when little feet make mud
dy tracks on the floor and childish
wishes make demands on mother’s
time and all ention. When she finished
reading the last verse that begins,
“But ah, the snowy pillow next my own
Is never ruffled by a shining head.”
tears filled the eyes of all and one
woman sobbed convulsively.
Another well beloved author, also
a member of Sorosis, was Anna Randal
Deihl, president and originator of the
National Shakespeare Club. A broad
minded, sweet-hearted woman, cheer
ful and youthful, delightfully compan
ionable to the last of her life, which
ended nearly two years ago.
All of you know of Mrs. Frank Les
lie, who has hunted up genealogical
records, and is now the Baroness de
Baezin, and President of the New
York Woman’s Press Club, which has
grown into a large and influential so
city since the Sunday afternoon in
1890, when it was organized in Mrs.
Croly’s parlor by just four of us
scribes —Mrs. Croly, Mrs. Grace Green
wood Lippincott, Mrs. Crandal, of the
New York Herald, and myself. Mrs.
Croly was president and Miss Lippin
cott and I vice-presidents.
Mrs. Leslie is a woman of great am
bition and resourcefulness, who has
made emotional and matrimonial mis
takes, but who has large sympathies,
strong intellect and a wonderful facul
ty for pleasing. She frankly confesses
to being made up. “One must cover
up the ruins—it is a social duty,” she
says. Every Southerner who came to
New York in those days was anxious
to attend one of Mrs. Leslie’s Wed
nesday evening receptions. They were
unique occasions, where much noise
and chatter prevailed, as old Dr. Hol
comb, the master of ceremonies
brewed a very strong punch, but where
one’s curiosity could be gratified by
seeing many of the lions, foreign and
native, and hearing them musically,
oratorically or in conversation. Noted
pianists, singers and readers entertain
ed Mrs. Leslie’s guests free of charge;
also there were many amateurs who
gained a hearing and were encouraged.
Also, too, there were young men with
aspirations and nothing else, who en
joyed Mrs. Leslie’s hospitality (and
sometimes borrowed her money) and
made her scant returns in courtesy.
One of these, a really brilliant young
chap, but flippant and unprincipled,
must have tried her patience. One
evening some one was inconsiderate
enough to ask Mrs. Leslie her age.
“Thirty-eight,” she replied, readily, as
Thankfulness
CHA T
Fresh in the morning, new at night,
They from His storehouse come.
Impossible to number them,
If counted one by one.
H. S. JENISON.
she had done for years. Whereupon
the young wit who was just behind
her said in a Solemn voice: “The Lord
loveth a cheerful liar.”
In the New York Woman’s Press
Club are many able journalists, and a
good many members whose work in
that line is microscopical.
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“A VISION OF THE KING THROUGH
THE BIBLE.”
By Billy Sunday.
Twenty-two years ago with the
Holy Spirit as my guide, I entered
this wonderful temple called Christian
ity. I entered at the portico of Gen
esis, walked down through the Old
Testament art gallery, where the pic
tures of Noah, Abraham, Moses, Jos
eph, Isaac, Jacob and Daniel hung on
the wall. I passed into the music
room of Psalms, where the Spirit
swept the keyboard of nature and
brought forth the dirge-like wail of
the weeping prophet Jeremiah to the
grand impassioned strain of Isaiah,
until it seemed that every reed and
pipe in God’s great organ of nature re
sponded to the tuneful harp of David,
the sweet singer of Israel. I en
tered the chapel of Ecclesiastes,
where the voice of the preacher was
heard, and into the conservatory of
Sharon, and the Lily of Valley’s sweet
scented spices filled and perfumed my
life. I entered the business office of
the Proverbs,' then into the observa
tory room of the prophets, where I
saw telescopes of various sizes, some
pointing to far-off events, but all con
centrating upon the bright and morn
ing star, which was to rise above the
moonlit hills of Judea for our salva
tion. I entered the audience room
of the King of Kings, and caught a
vision of His glory from the standpoint
of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John;
passed into the Acts of the Apostles,
where the Holy Spirit was doing His
work in the formation of the infant
Church. Then into the correspond
ence room, where sat Matthew, Mark,
Luke, John, Paul, Peter, James and
Jude, penning their epistles. I step
ped into the throne room of Revela
tion, where all towered into glittering
peaks, and I got a vision of the King
sitting upon His throne in all His
glory, and I cried:
All hail the power of Jesus’ name,
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem
And crown Him Lord of all.
—The Searchlight.
YOUNG GIRLS IN STEEL WORKS.
Shocking Conditions Discovered in
Plant Owned by President of
Pittsburg School Board.
That girls under 16 are standing
more than 10 hours a day at work that
is heavy for men, in the plant of the
Oliver Steel Company. Pittsburg, was
found in a recent investigation by the
National Child Labor Committee. The
Oliver Steel Company is owned and
controlled by -Mr. David B. Oliver, the
The Golden Age for February 20, 1913.
president of the Pittsburg Board? of
Education, who gave up the chair at a
recent meeting of the Board in order
that he might go on record as oppos
ing improved Child Labor legislation
in Pennsylvania.
Girls of all ages were operating
rapid machinery that puts threads in
nuts and turning out ten to fifteen
thousand nuts a day. For this they
were paid from five cents a thousand
to nine cents a thousand, according to
the size of the nuts; but the wages
were so adjusted that a rapid work
er would earn about seventy-five cents
a day. In the more difficult work of
putting threads on bolts they were paid
12 cents or more per thousand, but the
smaller daily output kept the daily
earnings down, so that one strong girl
earned about eighty-four cents.
Each girl tends two or three ma
chines, moving rapidly from one to an
other, taking out the finished bolt, put
ting in the rough bolt, pulling forward
the part of the machine which holds
the bolt so that the thread shall be
cut, and all so quickly that it was dif
ficult to follow the motions she made.
The arms and clothing of the girls
were covered with the solution that
pours over the bolts as they are being
ground. On cold winter mornings this
cracks their hands, and getting into
the cracks in the flesh causes such
pain that the girls cry at their work.
The smallest girls were tying up
the bolts with nuts on them in pack
ages of twenty-four; work that re
quires no skill, but makes them stand
constantly and lift heavy packages.
In general, the conditions of such
work are so severe that the National
Child Labor Committee says it is urg
ently necessary as the least possible
demand of common humanity, to pro
hibit the employment in foundries of
all boys under 16 years, and of all
girls under 21/
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BURTON A. HALL IS SUBMERGED
WITH INQUIRIES.
Casa Grande, Ariz., Feb. 10, 1913.
Dear Bro. Editor:
Since the publication of my article,
“Camping out on the plains of Ari
zona,” a few days ago in your paper,
the letters of inquiry from all parts
of the country have been just pour
ing in. People wanting to know about
the country and climate of Arizona.
And without a single exception, the
letters are from sick people who, like
myself, are seeking a climate that will
build them up, or restore their lost
health. I would be glad in my heart
to answer all those letters personally
if I could. But the task would be too
great for a man in my condition of
health. Therefore I beg space in your
good paper to say a few words to
those inquirers.
As to the climate, I have traveled
over most of the United States, and
a good part of Europe, and I say with
out any hesitancy, this is the mild
est, balmiest, dryest climate I have
ever seen. I could give names and
addresses without number of people
who came here with asthma, bron
chitis, rheumatism and tuberculosis,
who, when they came, could not speak
above a whisper or walk a block, and
today they are apparently well and
hearty. But once thus restored they
can never live again in a malarial
country.
Many ask about the cost of living.
Well, that depends on where and how
you live. If you live in a big town
you will have to pay.big prices. If in
a small town, then small prices.
Houses in this section simply can not
be rented. They are all full. But I
would not have a house If I were rich.
You can buy a good tent here for
$12.50, and a stove and cooking uten
sils for less than one month’s board
would be, and just camp out with God
and nature. That is what most peo
ple need more than medicine. I just
have the biggest kind of a time here
in my tent. Often have company, and
if I do say it myself, I can fry steak
just as good as Miss Anybody. Am
right in town. In fact, there are
nearly as many tents here as there
are houses. True, there is a saloon in
town, but I have not seen a drunk
man or a fight since I have been here.
If I keep on feeling better I may get
out and try to whip some man my
self some of these days. But the last
time I tried that the other fellow got
busy and he actually whipped me till
I saw stars in daytime.
As to the country and how to make
a living, I may say that this section
of the state is new and undeveloped.
The government has recently opened
up this great valley of land for home
steaders, and already over three hun
dred thousand acres of the valley has
been taken, and yet there is room. A
great canal is now being constructed
which will turn a river of water down
through this valley. It is to be com
pleted in a few months, and then “the
desert shall blossom as a rose.” In
the last few weeks land near town
has jumped from ten to fifty, and one
hundred dollars per acre, and less as
one gets farther away from town. Sur
face water is excellent and abundant
at forty feet, and some places near
town that have been improved, some
time bring from seven to ten crops of
alfalfa per year. And finer vegetables
do not grow 'than are raised here.
There are splendid opportunities here
for a bank, a general merchandise
store, a drug store, brick layers, car
penters, and a doctor. If any one of
either of the above profession desires
more information, I shall be glad to
answer such inquiries personally. I
forgot to say that one can homestead
160 acres of land for $200.00, all told.
With every good wish, and a God bless
you for all, I am,
Fraternally, everybody’s brother,
BURTON A. HALL.
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THE TOMB OF NAPOLEON.
By Robert G. Ingersoll.
A little while ago I stood by the
grave of the old Napoleon— a. magnifi
cent tomb of gilt and gold, fit almost
for a deity dead, and gazed upon the
sarcophagus of rare and nameless mar
ble, where rests at last the ashes of
that restless man. I leaned over the
balustrade and thought about the ca
reer of the greatest soldier of the mod
ern world.
I saw him walking upon the banks
of the Seine contemplating suicide. I
saw him at Toulon. I saw him putting
down the mob in the streets of Paris.
I saw him at the head of the army
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