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10 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. A WOMAN’S APPEAL. To all knowing sufferers of rheumatism, whether muscular or of the joints, sciati ca, lumbagos, backache, pains in the kid ■eys or neuralgia pains, to write to her for a home treatment which has repeated ly cured all of these tortures. She feels it her duty to send it to all sufferers FREE. You cure yourself at home as thousands will testify—no change of climate being necessary. This simple discovery banish es uric acid from the blood, loosens the stiffened joints, purifies the blood, brightens the eyes, giving elasticity and tone to the whole system. If the above Interests you, for proof address Mrs. M. Summers. Box 576, South Bend. Ind. 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 100 Lbs. 'mH 3| 3■& 9 ? J 813 881 iw fSB Save 10 Cen,s a Da * Per Head wlu: I i By using Sunshine Horse and Mule Feed. A perfect ration t' Ilk made from cracked sound corn, whole sound oats, Choice Alfalfa Meal ami Louisiana Cane Molases. Cheaper per pound than any wnole Fl '|| grain ration and much better. B . . I This Is The Bag. Remember It. I* te* CT 0 0 If your dealer can’t supply you, we can. Write us for sample ■B' '• ? P r * ce delivered your station. <■ 'A 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.