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THE BUNNY SOUTH, ATLANTA; GEORGIA; OCTOBElV* 4 189 3.
Our Boys apd (jirl^
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Editor Sunny South.
M Y LITTLE PJPER BOY.
For This Page.
For a girl of fourteen the following
is a well written and bright produc
tion.
He used to come by every day
And say, “Good mornln’ inarm,”
Trudging along with honest step,
His papers on his arm.
And there was always in his coat,
Come sunshine or shower.
It made no odds—’twa< always there,
A Utile sprig or flower.
One day I asked him bow it was,
He blnsbed and touched bis cap,
Ar>d muttered with a foolish smile,
fc* My sweetheart gave me that.”
And so one morning as he came
Imagine my dismay
To see my little paper boy
Without a rose that day.
How my heart bled for that poor boy
To be by love so smitten.
••Poor ebap,” said I, “1 know it all,
She’s given you the miiten.”
He laughed enough to have a fit.
I felt all in a whirl.
••No inarm, you are wrong this time,” said be,
I’ve got another girl.”
Knoxville, Tenn. —C. L. M.
He Wore flray.
McKinney, Tax. Oct. 1893.
Dear Editor and Cousins : I am a lit
tie girl and have never attempted to write
to a paper. I read all of your nice good
letters, and so wish to be one of yon. We
get the Sunny South every Friday, and
mamma and I harry and get through so
papa can have it when he comes. I read
the "Boys and Girls” page. I erijoy that
best, but Mama doesn't know which she
likes best. She just says all from begin
ning to ending, but I am going to tell you
right low, Dear Elitor, who she reads
first: "Mary Wilson;” and as my papa
wore the Gray you can guess which in-
tarests him most.
Well yon see I have not followed the
rales, bat if I see this in print I will try to
oonfine myself to some "subject” next
time. May b. (12yrs.)
Betdelbnrg, Miss.
Dear Cousins : I don’t think I could in
terest myself any more pleasantly than to
write to yon. I live in a small town called
Heidelberg on the N. E R R , which runs
from New Orleans to Meridian, and con
tinues on to Cincinnati, Ohio, and is called
the Queen and Crescent Rente. This road
runs through the center of our town and
on the east side is a beautiful Magnolia
gteve in which the railroad company have
• very large platform where they have an
annual picnic, and it is a delightful resort
V 1 ® yo ? ng pe °P le the place for moon
p “d other .ntertaSLSSS
1)01111(1 Party on the
Ath and we played so much that when we
!y sSSiTup 6 W6re 80 tir@d we C3uld bard-
any kinfolks in Alabama. I have some
friends living in Montgomery and in Bir
mingham, Ala.; but then we will claim
kin anyway.
I have never been to Shreveport. I
passed through there when I was coming
from Atlanta, Ga., but then it was at
night.
We have a fair here every fall and they
are getting ready for the one this year,
which opens on the 17th of October. They
have a very large mnsic hall and they
have two bands. There are concerts at
night at which Madam Decca sings; and
then they have the Royal Marionettes
going on all day.
Some of the stables out at the fair
grounds burned down not long ago, hat
they are busy repairing them.
A new hotel named "The Oriental,” is
to be opened on the 9th of October. It is
said to be one of the largest and finest ho
tels in the South. There is to be a grand
ball on the night of the opening.
Made, write again soon.
Indian Myrtletina, write soon again ana
tell us something more of your life.
Yours lovingly,
Dallas, Texas. Kate.
A Tattler.
visit
up
My Aunt Nina Oliver is here on a
and I never miss the boys and girls na*e
when she is here. I am a little girl ft
yaars old. I have never written before
Hope I may receive a hearty greeting, ?f
•o will write again. Very Truly,
Fannie L B.
Frsa Kate.
Dear Editor and Cousins :
In reading the Sunny South I saw a
letter from Made Yellowhammer, who
thinks that I may be her cousin.
Well, Made, I am willing to claim kin
with you, although I don’t think I have
Bon Jour, Cousins: Here I am hailing
from the old Palmetto State, once the
proudest State in this dear old South
land.
Earnest Willie, I would like to know
your honest opinion about that mystic
thing they call love, which has dictated
the greatest sacrifices, and infiaenced all
societies, and all times.
Our great national poet has said:
"Love is the master of all arts,
And puts it into human hearts,
The strangest things to say and do.’
Love to me is an enigma, which still re
mains unsolved. I have so often seen
that which they call "true love” prove
false and treacherous, that sometime*
have been almost tempted to doubt as to
whether there was any such thing existing
outside of our own immediate relations
but then when I pause to think, and take
a broader view of life, and look at the
world at large, I must be bound to con
f< ss, that I’m convinced, that there is such
a tiling, for when we are tossed out on the
sea of life, like foam on the waves, it
then we wonld realize that this would he
a dreary and monotonous world indeed
without love
I well know that we cannot always
judge from our own surroundings, for as
some one has said:
"Things are not what they seem!”
Why, just a few days ago a small—very
small—boy informed me of the fact that the
"little tremor we fett about a month ago
wasn’t from volcanic disturbances in the
earth,” but that his "Billy goat jumped
high in the air and came down with such
force as to jar the whole State”—so be
says.
So you see we are very often deceived
I guess I had better close before the dear
Editor will say:
"Oh, give me a rest!”
I will come again one of these days.
A Tattler.
Marion, S G.
Palalka, Fla
Dear Editor: On the evening of Ssp-
tember 25tn, the good people of Palatka,
(the little "Gem City” on the beautiful St
Johns) gave an entertainment for the ben
fit of the yellow fever sufferers at Brans
wick.
River street was a marvel of picturesque
beauty, a vista of loveliness with Japanese
lanterns hanging artistically in every
direction. Tne evening was an ideal one.
The queen of night smiled in many happy
faces- Listening to the bana, and watch
ing the boats sail up, and down the lovely
St. Johns one conld well imagine one was
in Fairyland. Lovely maidens and manly
men were plentiful—"every laddie had his
lassie” ana I am sure the evening was
grand enough to awaken noble thoughts
in every one’s heart.
The girls of Palatka deserve unstinted
praise for their untiring service waiting on
the numerous Tables feeding the' hungry
multitude with dainty viands prepared by
their own fair hands. Yes, the many
tables groaned beneath the abundance of
good things donated by the philanthropic
people of Palatka. The crowd present
was estimated to be over one thousand.
The military hoys looked splendid (as all
boys in brass bnttons do) and no donbt
coy Gnpid, that dangerous little god,
played havoc with hearts which hitherto
had been invulnerable to his darts.
Many happy couples conld be seen
strolling under the magnificent oaks on
the river banks, saying sweet nothings to
each other, while the river, with its soft
soothing murmur, glided along to a happy
destiny in some far away ocean’s bosom.
Palatka is a charming South Florida
town "of forty-five hundred inhabitants,
and could well be called a cosmopolitan
little city During the winters the hotels
are overflowing with northern tourists.
The "Putnam” can well be classed among
the popular hotels of Florida.
I could well write pages about our little
’Gem City” and her kind, hospitable peo
ple, bat for want of space I’ll desist. I’d
ike to mention my favorites also. Our
department seems on tbe wane. That
will never do! "Come one, come all,”
and make our page the most charming of
the dear old Sunny.
Sincerely.
Florida Girl.
Palatka, Fla. Box 505
From Opal.
I have been
bat unusual
Analysis of the air, water and soil of
Spitzbergen has bronght to light the ex
traordinary poverty of these regions in
bacteria. While the air of the streets of
Paris contains on an average 51,000 bacte-
IJ.*’9* *h® Arctic Sea contains only
three cubic metre. As to the water of
Spitzbergen, not only is it devoid of any
pathogenic micro-organisms whatever bur,
all bacilla are absent.
Dear Friends:
This warm afternoon
spending in a pleasant,
way.
Shall I tell you how?
With a number of Sunny Souths (which
have accumulated daring weeks when I
have found little time for reading) beside
me, I have sat in a hammock so shaded by
vims as to conceal me from the view of
passers-by, and clipped from these papers
—one by one—such pieces as I wish to
preserve.
Occasionally some chord within my own
heart is touched as I read some sentiment
expressed by one whom I have never seen
—probably shall never see— and involun
tarily I sigh, lay aside the paper and let
my thoughts wander as they will from the
present to the past or future.
I think it is helpfnl sometimes to throw
aside every care and anxiety, and just to
go off to some quiet spot and dream day
dreams.
What though our air-castles rarely
stand.
We are happy at least while we build
them, and when they fall, there lingers
about our memory of them a tenderness
almost equal to the sadness we feel.
I used to spend a great deal of time
"day-dreaming.” I seldom do so now,
because I have learned to know that "life
is real, life is earnest,” and there seems so
much to be done that though I feel
my own weakness, I know that "when I
am weak then am I strong” and through
the strength which God will give me I
hope long to "act, act in the living pres
ent.”
Satan is always trying to prevent onr
doing what go< d we can by showing ns the
enormity of tbe sin in the world, and the
amount of work that must be done ere the
world isjwon for Christ.
How many of ns have felt at times that
the whole responsibility of saving the
world rts ted on one weak pair of shoul
ders—and that pair onr own?
That is the wey I have felt sometimes,
though I am only a girl; but I have
wakened to the fact that I shall be held
responsible, not for the sics of those
whom it is beyond my power to help, but
certainly for failing to help or bless in any
way whomsoever, wheresoever and when
soever I can.
I believe th*t the secret of contentment
lies in unselfishness; in an earnest desire
to live as a blessing to others I also be
lieve that there is no time in onr lives
when we can be more nsefnl thus, than in
youth.
Youth means brig fitness , and brightness
is what is needed in this life which means
only trouble and sorrow to so many.
Yon will say that youth has trouble,
too ? Yes, but nearly always some selfish
trouble—or that of its own making.
Resolve to forget your own trials for a
while and take a bright face and kind,
pleasant words into some darkened home.
You will soon s«e then how quickly your
own sorrows sink into insignificance.
Will you try this?
I have so much more to say, but already
my letter is much too long, and I shall
have to leave the rest unsaid till next
tims.
Earnest Willie, forgive my failing to
keep my partial promise to yon. I have
not forgotten it, bat circumstances have
been such that I conld not do as yon
asked.
To all who have called me back to the
L B., I re torn thanks.
I have not been unappreciative of yonr
kind words, though I have waited so long
to acknowledge tfiem.
As of old, I am,
Opal.
say, “Ye ’stan,’
out her tongue,
her nose, and
and said, "Ye
; for
something an^ ^
ye *stan?”
I’d shake my hi
|! Finally she
placed her thumb
waved her fingers
crazy.”
1 was glad to get off so
instead of their coming to harm
they had only come for a bucket
water.
“Mississippi girl” our well was thirty
five feet deep. It was curbed with
large pieces of rock. And the green
moss, and beautiful ferns, completely
concealed the rocks. There was a
bucket at each end of the rope; and as
one ascended the other descended.
They too were fringed with moss and
ferns.
This scene made me think of the
piece of poetry that you and I, and
many other boys and girls have beard
recited on “speech-day”, (Friday.)
“The old oaken bucket,
The iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket
That hung in the well.”
"Zkna.
Biding the Wheel.
The Fern-Draped Well.
Dear Boys and Girls:
I am and have been a subscriber to
the Sunny South for quite three
years, and daring this time I found
pleasure unspeakable in reading your
dear, interesting letters, and must say
that each week they are better than
they used to be.
Little Miss, Mississippi Girl, yon
spoke of a beautiful well of your
grandmother’s. It made me think of
my experience on a farm.
1 was born in a town and never
knew anything but “town ways,” till
I was unexpectly placed on a farm.
My experience was not at all pleas
ant; for tbe little old log-house was
situated in tbe center of a broad field,
away off from “Nowhere.”
The corn bad just begun to tassel,
and the butter-beans on tbe vines
formed a canopy from tbe front door
to the garden gate. I was completely
hidden from view.
The old man who owned the farm
was a grass-widower. Be said that
he bad to have a family, to look after
things generally. So John accepted
his proposition.
I am naturally a big coward; and
some time John and tbe whole busi
ness would go and leave me all alone.
But they would return time enougn
for meals.
One day tbe old gent told me that
be had been robbed since bis wife bad
left bun. He also took us to his little
log cabin, and showed us tbe chest
that bad been broken open and eighty-
four dollars taken out. My hair com
menced to rise; I felt as if I was sink
ing in tbe floor.
Another day—I was left alone and
had just finished washing dishes,
when 1 went to the door to empty the
contents of the dish pan. 1 saw three
gigantic Italians and one woman com
ing through the watermelon patch.
My first thought was, that they were
coming to rob or to murder me, for
they all had stioks, and brick-bats,and
tbe old woman had a bucket. They
jabbered something but I could not
understand.
The old woman tried to tell
Galveston, Texas.
Dear Editor :
We have just been reading last
week’s Sunny South and I, letting my
enthusiasm overcome my timidity, de
termined to try to express to you how
we do love and appreciate it.
I enjoyed “Bab’s Wayside Inn” very
much and also, but if I begin to tell
all I enjoyed L shall be obliged to
mention the whole paper, for every
page is interesting. I will say though
that I enjoy most the “Gray and the
Blue” page.
Your commands are to write about
something we understand, so i’ll give
you a funny experience I had only last
week. I think I have thoroughly
mastered my very difficult subject
now, though a day or two ago I knew
verv little about it.
My subject is a wheel, and my ex
perience was learniDg to ride the
"onsartin” thing.
After much good advice my father
and several friends assisted me to
mount and then came the “tug of
war.” My wheel would not go or even
stand straight, but persisted in lung-
iDg from side to side and I with it.
My friends would catch me occasion
ally, but oftener I would fall and be
come so tangled that it would take
some time before they could distin
guish which was me and which was
tie wheel.
But I persevered until my "little sis
ter remarked that I looked as if I had
been “doing a hard day’s washing,”
'and my audience (all the darkies in
the neighborhood congregated across
the street) despaired.
At last, propping my wheel agaiose
the fence, (my friends had left me ont
by one) 1 mounted and away I went. I
went feeling so proud, and hearing ou
all sides:
“Why, ef she ain’t gone and done
it.”
“Wall, she kin ride that pesky mer-
sheen atter all,” and “Ef dat chile don’
look out she gwine er fall and brek
her neck.”
I had gone about a block when I ran
over a stump, and the next thing I
knew wheel and girl were sprawling
in the dnst.
It was very humiliating, but I
sho ild have remembered that “Pride
gueth before a fall.”
However, after many more falls and
some very hard work, I at last suc
ceeded in learning to ride alone with
out falling and that very night took a
moonlight ride with a party, and was
quite as proficient as some who had
been riding for weeks.
Early the next morning I rode
again, and now have perfect confi
dence both in myself and my wheel,
and am devoted to the excercise.
When I came home that first
night 1 was completely exhausted, and
as 1 dropped into my chair and closed
my eyes I heard a voice say : “There,
now, honey, 1 know you’se born tired,
but don’ yer give up this’er way, but
let ole Nancy ile yer jints fer yer.”
And looking up I saw my old “black
mammy” standing beside me with a
bottle of liniment in one hand and a
box of salve, both homemade, in the
other. "Liitlebit.”
Galveston, Tex.
Willie Tillbvook
Son of
ayor Tillbrookl
-f McKeesport, Pa., had a Scrofula bunch m
one ear which the physican lanoed and the
became a running sore, and was followed
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