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THE POETRY OF PURPOSE
Too long has Poetry been purpose
less!
Too long have poets been content
to wreathe
Their flowers of thought about un-liv
ing shapes
And stone that does not breathe!
Too long, their senses, clouded as
with wine,
Their feet have tarried in dim idol
groves
And lain their gifts upon Astartes
shrine
And wantoned with her doves.
Too long among the gods of ancient
Greece
Their souls have lingered waver
ing to and fro’
Drugged with the lore of legendary
deeps,
And myths of long ago!
But it is time that customs old and
ill,
Were done away with; and the
poet’s pen
No more the pages of the Past should
fill
But deal with living men!
Old Santa Claus Will Soon be Here
Will He Slight the Little Poor Children and Give Them Nothing?
We should help answer the question.
Santa Claus is even now preparing
for his Christmas Eve journey
To hang your stocking up and awak
en in the early morning to find it full
of toys and fruits and candies is a
pleasure that all the wealth of after
years cannot buy, and it is sweet to
believe that the little old man who lives
beyond the moon put them there.
But Santa Claus sometimes forgets,
although he does not mean to do so,
and many stockings are hung on
Christmas eve, by expectant little chil
dren, who see, with tears in their eye,
that there is not even a stick of candy
in the foot, when the morning comes,
and so they doubt his goodness.
Fancy your own little child, oh, ye
who feed upon the leaf, looking
through the window, at his neighbor,
counting the store of priceless blocks,
and arranging into a battle the little
tin soldiers that are to amuse him, and
he with never a gift to gladden his
heart!
It would wound you to have it so,
even in imagination, ut some day
you may have eaten up the leaf, and
may have joined the hungry toilers, in
the dust, and then it may be that your
neighbor’s little child will Idok through
the fence that holds you from the
world, and see the emptiness of the
stocking that hangs in the fingers of
your tearful little one.
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THE HOUSEHOLD
A DEPARTMENT OF EXPRESSION FOR THOSE WHO FEEL AND THINK.
—Arthur Goodenough.
THE GOLDEN AGE FOR WEEK OF DEC. 18, 1913
That every singer should endow his
song
With noble' purpose so that men
hereby
Are led to recognize and banish wrong
And want and misery!
O, world! give now the Bard of Pur
pose room!
He speaks the word of hope before
unsaid —
That honor may attach to plow and
loam
And all who strive for bread!
That all whose lives are barren and
lain waste,
The vampire’s custom and the vul
ture’s spoil—
May learn at last the free man’s life
to taste
And share the corn and oil!
Aye, harken to him ’ere the blood
stained horde
Os Chaos —'Anarchy—arise to smite
And let it be the Pen and not the
Sword
That sets the old world right!
I tell you it could be so.
Christmas day has a deep signifi
cance,. a deeper meaning than merely
the gratifying of one’s appetite by a
roasted turkey and a cranberry sauce,
or the return of your social obligations
by a merry making in the drawing
room. It is a day when God gave to
us a Saviour, a Friend, and in the gift
we should recognize an unselfishness,
a consideration, which we should follow
by example to those
“Whom unmerited clinging, inherited
needs do imprison.”
How easy it would be for every
mother who purchases her bundles of
dolls and dishes to think of some lit
tle child, boy or girl, whom Santa
Claus may forget, and buy a gift for
him or her. It needn’t be much—a
knife, a ball, a little chair, a pair of
mittens —anything that will make hap
pier some poor baby’s heart. You will
not miss it, and you will be happier
for the act of thoughtfulness than all
the gifts of wealth could make you.
It is not the cost of a thing that
makes it appreciated, it is the sympathy
that goes with the gift that makes it
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pleasing. Upon more than one occa
sion, do 1 remember to have had the
whole current of my thoughts changed
by simply —consideration. Once it was
only a word spoken when my heart had
failed —and once a rosebud given me
at a time when it recalled the very
memories that were needed to send
from my heart the gloom that had fal
len there, again it was a letter of
thoughtful love.
SOME BOOKS FOR WINTER
READING—SCHO OL
TEACHERS.
When I think of the long winter
evenings I always think of the time
that could be given to books and given
so much more profitably to the right
kind of books than to some of the
evanescent amusement places so many
people frequent.
When I think of Christmas presents
1 always think of books —books that
would serve as years —Jong friends —•
books that would fit many moods and
fill many lonely hours —and I ever try
to give books to people who love them
—and most of my friends love books.
We have enjoyed recently the fine
wit and humor of 0. Henry and if you
have a friend who likes witty, snappy
books give “Cabbages and Kings” by
0. Henry as it will give entertainment
that will last in the thoughts for years.
I laugh whenever I think of “Dink
Pawson” and you will laugh too when
you know.
Another writer who has given us so
many fine works that are educational
as well as entertaining is Rudyard Kip
ling —some of you will smile at the
idea of my giving the first name —and
also at the advice to read Kipling and
you may well smile as it will pay you
to investigate the reason why I give
the advice which seems so unnecessary.
But in the past few months I have
met some people who consider them
selves well informed who do not know
Kipling as a man who has given to the
world some of the very finest thoughts.
We who know him and love him for
the great thoughts he has given will
wonder that any one could have missed
him and yet there are many who do
not know him except as they see his
name in the papers and know that he
writes books —I want to do all such,
the great favor of getting them ac
quainted with some of his best thoughts.
Get a copy of Departmental Ditties
and read them —all —and then you will
thank me for calling your attention
to them.
When I read the poem telling of the
man who died and went to Heaven and
was told that he had done nothing good
so was not entitled to a place there and
was sent away, and then went down to
hell and asked to be admitted there as
he was tired of wandering about in
space with no where to rest and was
told that he had done nothing bad so
was not entitled to a place there and
was left in space Heating here and
there endlessly, no place to stop, I
could imagine the absolute helplessness
of his plight; and the vivid way in
which this is told will cause some idle,
shiftless and lazy folks to think a bit I
am sure, about the future. Are they
really entitled to anything or to room
anywhere? TESSA W. RODDY.
“I PASS THIS WAY BUT ONCE.”
“I expect to pass through this world
but once. Any good thing, therefore,
that I can do, or any kindness that
I can show to any fellow creature,
let me do it now. Let me not defer
or neglect it, for I shall not pass this
way again.”
Many times I have read this true
saying of Wesley and each time the
truth it expresses becomes more evi
dent. Today is the time in which to
do things, for tomorrow only comes
by being merged into today again.
Today is the time to do the good deed
and speak the kind word; today is the
time to hold out a helping haid to
some one. We live today, we know
not what tomorrow will bring. Let’s
do our best today for we cannot pass
this way again.
“Die when I may, I want it said
EVERYBODY “DELIGHTED.”
The Golden Age Piano Club receives
hundreds of letters like the following
and not a single case of dissatisfaction
to date.
“I am just delighted with the piano. It
has given entire satisfaction and I would
advise anyone desiring a piano to join
the Club.” —Mrs. A. C. F., Greensboro, N.C.
“The Ludden & Bates Piano bought of
you is all that it has been represented and,
in my opinion, is one of the very best in
struments made.” —Mr. J. H. D., Barlow,
Fla.
“I am more than pleased with my piano.
It is all that it was recommended to be.
Everybody who has seen it and heard it is
delghted wth its beauty and melody.”—
Mrs. J. C. T., Westminster, S. C.
“I am perfectly delighted with my piano.
I think the Club Plan a capital idea.” —
Mrs. R. B. S., Vaiden, Miss.
“We are delighted with our piano and
the Club Plan.” Mrs. J. M. C., Toney
Creek, S. C.
“I am delighted with my piano. With
best wishes for you and the Club, I am.”
Mrs. J. P. R., Roanoke, Ala.
“I am highly pleased with the Ludden
& Bates piano and my friends remark
about the sweet tone. The Club Plan is
an ideal way of buying a piano.”—Mrs.
B. L. 8., Thomasville, Ga.
If your home is in need of a high
grade piano or self-player piano write
for your copy of the Club’s catalogue,,
also for booklet containing hundreds of
commendatory letters from old Club
members. Address the Managers, Lud
den & Bates, Golden Age Piano Club
Atlanta, Ga.