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THE StfNNY SOUTH* ATLANTA, GEORGIA, DECEMBER 3,1892. U/o/r\ai/s • ^ii^do/iy EDITORIAL CHAT. Hart Wilson’s talk to girls and their mothers abounds in common sense. Let them not fail to study and profit by her wise and exalted teach- j mgs. *** Ode Household will no doubt wel come “De Rowen.” She is a Northern girl, and patriotically declares against sectional prejudices, a sentiment which meets our hearty approval. But we feel called upon to disabuse her mind of a singular impression that she 6ecms to have .is to Southern journalists. Does she judge of us and our pursuits by what she sees of Xorthern newspaper men ? To her question, Why the editor does not take off the whiskers of Talmadge, the reply is easy: The editor is not a barber. *** Musa Dunn seldom fails to see and seize intellectual weapons when they come in her reach, but we can now show her to bs guilty of a sad over sight. What a bright stroke it would bave been if where she uses the phrase “snusquito-bitten ” she had said “rnus- quito-biled.” Her admission that she murdered the snake for lick ing out its tongue has at least the merit of honesty; for according to current belief if (here 13 anything that will excite a woman to the point of frenzy it is a display by any crea ture of an uncommonly facile use of the tongue. That is a field in which the sex tolerates no rivalry. I The fashion of girls receiving young men alone and remaining in a closed parlor, through a whole even ing, and even after the fami- j ly retire, is certainly bad manners | and bad taste. Jt is to be strongly l condemned. Somebody says that watched virtue 1 is not worth the sentinel. That is a mistake. It sounds smart just because WE ADVISE YOU GIRLS, To Read the Warning Words of Sen sible May Wilson. IncompHar.ce with Wren Heath Gregorie’s request I shall indulge in a very plain talk to girls and their mothers. The welfare of our girls must be “an all-absorbing topic” to every earnest mother. It seems to me that mothers are very greatly to blame in most cases of wrong doing on the part of girls. Xo girl ought to be left in ignorance of the dangers that surround her. These dangers are peculiar in their nature. They arc like dark pits surrounded by sweetest flowers, like steep precipices bordered with vines hanging with tempting fruit. Temptation is not teuipiation if the beauty is torn from it. it is a mother’s duty to pull aside the vines and show the bare, naked steep; to tear the flowers away and exoose the dark pit. it is a mother’s duty to talk plainly to her daughter, for if the girl is old enough to receive attention from men she is old enough to know what these attentions shouid be. Old enough to lay aside the ignorauee that was a shield to her childhood and assume the knowledge that will make her “wise as a serpent and harmless as a dove.” And her mother must be her teacher and guide. title must be able to detect the first gigu of disrespect on the part of others and she must Know that true love has for its foundation a great, reverential, ever lasting respect. She must know that the man who loves her would be as careful as her mother that even an evil thought come not in her presence. If she is taugfifc these things she will know the ring of the true coin. But there are motherless girls. There are hundreds of girls who arc orphans so far as this leaching goes. Then read what I eliail say to you. 1 shall speak plainly, for the matter is important and I am, in ear nest. Yoa are young, and you want to get a good time. Your idea of a good ■time is one real sweetheart and a few nice second best ones. A lot of pret ty dresses and plenty of places to go to. Xow isn't that so? If it seems a little bard, forgive me. Of course each case is a little different but you will admit that you like these things. Well, suppose you have the one real sweethejut. This is the way to treat him. Unless he tells you he loves you, never let him know you care for him »r. ali. If he does love you, and if he’s an honesi man, he will tell you all about it. Then you can just tell him the simple honest truth. But remem ber it is not best to allow your sweet heart too many privileges and your peopleoughfctoknowium vary well. whoever said it», knew how to use words well, but it is false all through. We are all weak and need to be shield ed and cared for lest we fall in sins of some sort. A girls virtue is her one priceless treasure and she wantsto keep it white as snow. There must not be one stain upon it. The man who loves her, treasures it even as she herself does. It is not always the wild and wick ed girl who steps down into sin, but it is always a tempted girl. Then it is well to keep out of the way of temptation. Once a little girl said: “Such an idea! What do you take us for! Why I wouldn’t go with a young man like that. I knew all the men with whom I keep company.” Of course she thought so, and of course she was mistaken. Xow I don’t want to tell you that young men are going about like roar ing lions seeking whom they may destroy, but I do know they are very human, very weak and very easily led astray. Xow you are shocked again. Has your mother never told you these things? You should never appear be fore any man with bare neck and arms, or wearing gowns that are so thin as to expose any part of your per son. And your manner should be such as to keep the reserve that ought to surround you inviolate. If you want every thought of you to be a pure thought, you must- see to it that there is nothing in your appearance or manner to lead to any other kind. Sometimes a girl’s manner invites familiarity. She does not mean it to, but then it does, and “familiarity breeds contempt.” She only means to be jolly, a bit daring, and a wee bit fast. She has only a vague idea of the danger that she believes to be very far away from every good girl, and she does not know that her course is lead ing up to it. And so this is the danger to young men. The girl’s ignorance is a snare to both. For very few men, perhaps none at all, set about deliber ately to rob a girl of her greatest treasure, sensational novels to the con trary notwithstanding. And now a word about these novels. I wish I had them all in a heap before me. I’d lay aside my pen, lock the sewing ma chine and devote the rest of my life to burning them! That’s exactly what I do with every one I lay my hands on. Oh, the harm they do! Why isn’t there a law to lock the writers of them up and compel them to spend their lives alone with their evil thoughts? Talk about whisky—it’s bad, it’s awful, but in comparison with foul lit erature it is like the limpid water from the mountain spring! And I hate liquor, its manufacture and the traffic of it. I have a friend who is a popular Western writer. She is known and admired by thousands of readers who enjoy her bright magazine articles and charming stories. But her first book was a mistake. In it she stands on the pinnacle of virtue and points out to her readers all man ner of vice. Her women are either naturally prone to evil, or weakly fail into it. Her men are indeed roaring lions. The book is foul and danger ous. There arc thousands like it and when I read one of them and then watch it change into a heap of harm less ashes I want to exclaim: “Oh, Virtue, what sins are committed in thy name!” Girls don’t read them. I know there is a morbid curiosity that longs to be satisfied, but this is not the right way. If there is a question you want an swered, go to your mother or your father, or to a sensible, trustworthy friend. Failing in any of these try to be content, and when you are doubt ful choose the side on which you feel safest. I cannot close this paper without a protest against the fashion I have noticed among young people of “lock ing arms.” It is wrong for a man to offer any other way of supporting you than by offering you his left arm, unless that is powerless then he may offer you the right. You simply lay your haud on it. That a girl should allow a man to take her arm, pressing his own against her side and holding her haud in his, is preposterous!. It is worse than waltzing. Think of it a moment. Xearly all great evils come by degres. If these little things did not pave the way to destruction, none would be destroyed. Of course I need not warn girls against kissing young men. Surely their innate sense of delicacy Is suffi cient, and need I warn them against allowing a delicately veiled bit of scandal to creep into their conversa tion? To be frank and open, true and pure, noble and womanly. Value all things that are good and your holy woman hood above everything. Respect yourself, make every glance from your eye, every word from your lips, and every action of your body bear testi mony to the spotless woman’s soul within. Rid yourself of the false modesty that hides danger as a covering of flowers may bide an open pit-fall, and be a woman wise and wary, walking fearless anil firmly far from the way of temptation. You will not only have t-aved your own soul, but you will have guided many others from the brink of ruin. And you need not be a “Frude.” You may still be a bright, happy, natural girl—the very sweetest thing this side of the pearly gates! Mary Wilson. THE UNEXPECTED HAPPENS Truly it is the unexpected that happens. Only a few weeks atco we were on Atslena Otie. that Old beloved lc*l®. Where sea-billows roll and bright sunbeams nolle, where the moan sheds her light with lustre on to d And nature speaks peace to the storm-troubled soul. 1 ’ Since then we are away from the “flowery land” anu at lho Gate Clt». 'the most delightful ‘•unexpected” happened, when W0 raw earnest Willie, resting ia h ( s Safiny South chair at tha First Dapiist Church, VIVACIOUS MUSA DUNN’S Medley of Amusing Talk for the Household. Pandora, we all mourn with you over the death of our winsome Corn flower. I never knew her outside of the Household, but she was one of my dearest, always cheerful, bright and „„ . ^ . . . j womanly, and my heart will ever The harvest is past, the summer is j treasure the beautiful lessons she ended, and lam not particularly sorry | taught me. Listen to the lines re- of it, either, for the lamps are trimmed j pealed by Fraucis E. Willard over the and polished, a dozen new books waitj lifeless form of her mother* for winter reading,1 he mosquito plumes j his wing for transmigration, and 1 i have a delicious hope that frost will 1 be along directly and nip the life cut j of the potted plants I’ve toiled over all! summer. I I didn’t want the [things in the first j “Wren Heath Gregorie, I am glad to place;! forgot their names as fast as | welcome you back frein the Lorder written, but Will purchased some of j land, and now you must not make them for me, a mistaken “friend donat-j y° ur letters so few and far between— ed the others, and as I’d read seme-! 1,or you, either, Muda Hetnur. where that flowers jjn the home indi-j Dear Earnest Willie,has you] rated culture and refinement, 1 lit into .these with ail my might, and thought I’d accomplish wonders. Of course I love flowers—I just fairly “Weil done of God, to halve the Jot, And give her ail the sweetness; To me the empty room feud cut, To liei-ihe Heaven’s corn pit teat ss.” our aman uensis “struck” on you? I hope lit tie Rosalie L. will cheer herself, and please us ali, by another dainty little Jet ter. Happy Mother, you can get Tal- mage’s “Life of Christ” all the way from two and a haif to five dollars. I gave three and a half for the nicely bound copy I presented some one last Christmas, and regretted it in less than a week, for the great Webster’s Our Household and Letter Box pe*! of the house, up and down and deservingly so. For surely we i off and on the porch ; dilij shouid give something for the “light divine” that his presence sheds among us. For the benefit of those House hold friends, who have not the privi lege of knowing Earnest W’illie per sonally, we must say that he is the most cheerful and enthusiastic person we ever met. Surely the most sceptical would need no stronger proof of the reality of Hie religion of Jesus Christ—of its power to lift us triumphantly above the most adverse circumstances, the sorest dis appointments this life can hold, than is given in Earnest Willie’s daily life. He can testify to ihe fulfilment of this promise: “Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is staid on thee.” « Another surprise was, a pleasant visit, with Earnest Willie, to the old home of t he Sunny South. We t here met Col. Seals and Anut Judy. Since meeting with its former editor, we un derstand why the old Sunny South towered “head and shoulders” above ail other literary and family papers. For, in him, we have the true type of the grand old southern gentleman. The old picture at the head of the Letter Box is not a very true likeness of Aunt Judy. She is young enough to have a living and a very lovable young mother. The artist who “took” that photo of Aunt Judy must have had a spite at her. For what else could have caused him to trim the roundness off her cheeks and hide the soft light in her eyes with those ugly “specks?” We have long admired and loved Mother Hubbard a far off. But, since hearing Earnest Willie’s enthusiastic praise of her many virtues, we feel that to know her personally would sweeteu the “goblet of life” wonder fully. While at the old Sunny South home, we heard a conversation between Col. Seals and Earnest Willie on a subject which we believe every member of the Household and Letter Box feels a per sonal interest in. For our long established repu tation as a “hightoned” intellectual family is involved in Earnest Willie’s book. Xow, let me assure eacli one that they need have no fear of failure. Rather its pure light will shed an ad ded glory around our dear family cir cle. “It is,” (as Col. Seals expresses it) “a rare collection of bright and sweet flowers, gathered into a fair bouquet.” It wilt contain counsel for the young; wit for the fun loving; com fort for the disconsolate; sentiment for the lover; and now and then, if we listen closely to those “Echoes from a Reeluse,” we shall hear sweet voices that speak from the “holy of holies” of that inner life of his that is “hid with Christ iu God.” Burton. idolize them—growing in the fields, the forests, on the mountain side, in the crevice of a rock, along the banks of a stream, in a garden if you please, or even out in the yard, but when it comes to packing earth into pots, mix ing soil, sand, leaf mold and worms, t 0 watering, watching,waiting for months | Unabridged he gave me was not haif and months, I beg to be let out of the | a » interesting, though I monied it business altogether. I have labored, worse, but it wasn’t polite of him to early and late with these, however, j intimate such a thing, i daily have I wagged them in and out j Martha Patience, you write like a own the stairs, j fi fory bock, and if I had tLe depth of diligently have j thought to draw from that, you have, I dug about and aired the roots; faith-; I’d never look at crazy work (I never fully have I flooded them with the j d°> anyway), and I wouldn’t caii for drippings from the ice chest every! “chow-chow” like this, evening.carefully have I exposed them j Verder—little mountain violet—I to the burning rays of tne sun every ! think of you often; so aoes the ram morning; patiently have I humored ! bier away up in yankee-laud—prem- their tendency to slioot out in every j ised me he would, direction, hopefully and prayerfully j C. Weed, did you ever find Zirline? have 1 aided and abetted their very j Xever mind, we’ll both find you at the evident inclinations to grow as tall as j World’s Fair. Together we mean to a Sbang Hai rooster, yet not a bud has j “take the bine ribbon” at that institu- encouraged me, not a bloom has repaid j tion, and that’s how you may know us me, not a whiff of perfume has reward- j —how shall we know you? ed me, and now I make bold to say I i Dear little, poor little, crashed little shall rejoice when the time comes for j Sister Hubbard,haven’t you recovered them to fly away and be at rest, for j sufficiently from the “long sobbing then I shall be at rest, too—without j sigh” the printers caused you to sug- llyingaway. ge.-t as a bauge, a date, and a place of Lell says there are only two mosqui- i meeting for the Household members tos left in her room—a big and a little j at the big fair? And then put the one, “before and after taking,” a bass j vote to the band, and let’s see how and a tenor, one with a large full voice, the other with a stilt small squeak, and when a pimple appeared on the upper bridge of her highly classic nose, she seized on to some thing, and yanked out what she said was the mosquito’s sting, left in the wound, but it looked strangely like an eye-lash to me. i wanted very much to be able to tell “Jtalie” how to circumvent the pests last sum mer, for I was in the thickest of the battle then, myself—the whole house odoriferous with kerosene and penny royal—but all I could think of was dynamite, and I was afraid to advise her to use that. 1 like “Jtalie,” and I don’t want her dynamited or mosqui to-bitten, either. “Zee,” did you ever find the nests the hens made such a cackle over—do you believe they had any nests? May be’twas snakes! Love to cook? O, my fellow-citizens, the one thing on earth I dislike to do is to cook! I’d plow if 1 could, I’d hoe, if I must, I’d plant, sow or reap, if it was my busi ness. I’d do anything and everything a man must do—especially stand around with my hands in iny pockets! and look at the circus pictures— but j cook! 1 pray thee have me excused!; many will be there. Count me in for one, dead or alive— in fact more if dead Ilian alive, for 1 11 stand a better chance of getting therein the spirit. Xow, don’t you scold me, Mary Wilson, I’m not irrev erent, I’m in good solid earnest. You dont want me to disappear, as did the “Vanished Haud”—I know you don’t, for “It rained all day long Monday, AnU soaked thn week cl* ar through, And now the clvitds just hang about W lth nothing else to do.” and I am almost tempted to afflict you with another budget in spile of your long silence, but will “bide a w.ee,” because I know when you love me you will “tell me so.” Ira Jones, I was really, truly glad to see you in the household once more. You know we w'ondered what had be come of you—did you wonder any about us? Of course you have friends all over the Southland—are’nt. you something of a pessiini.-t! Suppose yon try the other extreme awhile— love everybody, trust everything, take it for granted the world worships you, and be happy. I love bushels and bushels of people, and if they don’t When I get rich—which I mean to do j love me they “play like” they do, and when I come into my next stage of jit doesn’t hurt me a speck-does it, Billy Cucumber—to believe they are at least as earnest, honest, i.nd sin cere as Waxahachie, Texas. Musa Dunn. existence, and get a better start—I am going to have my nuaJs prepared a thousand miles from home, on the co operative plan or as Edward Bellamy saw in “Looking Backward,” and or der them sent up by telephone, with plenty of hard boiled egg and pepper, grass for the canary birds. 1 have hut seventeen green and gold-clad birds [bTone'fbat S?» JKfS ! **•—X «A. th. see the world, and I meant to switch j Eleventh Hour,” ends with this num- A New Story From Mary E. Bryan! Objects to the Whiskers. Dear Householders:—Allow me to introduce myself to you a Xorthern girl, the daughter of a Union soldier. You may object to forming my ac quaintance, but as t lie war is over all prejudice should be laid aside. 1 have been an .interested reader of the Sunny South lor some .time, and like it very much. Marion Durham, your ideas on letter writing are good. I heartily agree with you. Dorothy Dix, let us hear from you again. I am interested in you. Mr. Editor, may I ask you why you do not take the whiskers off of Talr mage? If my first letter does not land in the waste basket, I will write to you again—descriptive of northern life. Dear Cousins, will you receive me in the family? |“Da Bowen.” the fur off of her back fer it, too, but shewent away iii some haste and board ed at the barn for a montb.Topsy’s got sense; she knew 1 wouldn’t go about that barn, because I saw a big chicken snake there in the spring, and what ever eise I may have inherited from Mother Eve, I cultivate no familiari ty with serpents. I never killed but one in my life, and 1 did that quite accidentally. He was very small, very young, very green, but he licked out j BLACK MI5*E.” his saucy tongue at me, and I just j thought I’d check his impudence with a far off end of a long fishing pole, whereupon he fell over with a counte nance mutilated beyond all recogni tion, and he couldu’t have been more astonished than I was myself. “Xight Blooming Cereus,” did you occupy the red seat at the Dallas fair this year, and did you ferret out Pats and the baby? I didnt contribute my valuable presence at all, and I hear the fair wasn’t near as attractive as usual. “Florida Girl,” let me guess, “Daisy” is going to be the heroine of your promised story, though I love “Lil” the best; maybe because I think her a wee bit like me—saving her sweet ness, her loveliness, and her indul gent old papa’s money-bags, alas! Lucile, give us another bright little letter, and Marie Montague, can’t we conjole yon into the Household again? ber, but the readers of The Sunny South will be gratified to know (bat we expect to begin a new and thrill ing serial from the pen of the favor ite Southern author ia our issue of December 10th. The very taking title ig “THE MYSTERY OF THE We trust that the friends of The Sunny South every where will make known to their neighbors who may not see the paper the fact that Mrs. Bryan’s writings may be found in its columns. How“3kp©rtune WASTED—Salesmen; who ran cas;!y make 3:2 to 975 pci week, Mi.iog the Celebrated Piclese Clothe*Liar or ihe Kent. ok. Fountain Ink Enuer; patents recently i*suc?I. St«lU on :.* hr salt amen to whom we g ive exclusive 1 ::Y _ The Tiuless Clothe* Line is the onlyline ever invented that iwhta clothe# without pin*—a perfect success. Tiio Fountain Irk Eraser ia entirely new, will erase ir.t; instantly, srul is Vi eg si ail. 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