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BOYS AND GIRLS.
w e insist that they shall not
with sending merely so-
We invite young people to contrib-
Bte to this page, but in the interest oi
readers
be content
called letters, but must send letters
about something. The best topics for
pinners are to be found in the ex
periences of every-day life. If they
bave jived always in a city they should
no t undertake to describe country-
life: if always in the country, they
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this department with an original
short poem every week.
Emtos Sunny South.
To the Easy Chair.
What I- arc those from your gifted pen,
Do the ", xsy South readers hear?
That ii" oil" "id “Christmas gift” to you,
Then here’s to a glad New Year.
You’ve u-iv- i t ns the “be anti fullest” gift
In tlii- the hi t copy of December,
U iT!i its fair white cover in letters of gold,
Anil vitur poem we all will remember.
Then •’* to you whose loyal pen
That I i rile path tried to guide us:
I! |ie. j ■>' an.! pence may the New Year bring
lou, whoever in love did chide us.
Yours truly, Dolores.
Sevrev, January 1,1694.
About V/riters,
Dear Editor:—Why shouldn’t a
writer speak a commendable word
about his writings? If I was a writer
and had sense enough to write a good
thing and hadn’t the sense to know
that it was good after it was written,
1 think I would stop writing.
1 don’t thin* Mr. JBently conceited
at all for bringing notice to his
poetry. 1 think him a sensible man.
This thing of writers not being ap
preciated is all wrong. They ought
to be paid better wages and praised
wore than any other people.
1 believe l should laugh if the tables
were turned and the editors and
publishers had to get on their knees
and beg the poor scribblers for this
Work.
Oh, dear, that makes me think of a
picture 1 saw once of a poor fellow 7
down on his knees and a savage had
him by his hair and he was grinning
gleefully.
'• <nv if I had enough of the savage
in my nature, wouldn’t it he funny for
me to inarch up to one of these terrible
men, catch him by the hair of his lit ad,
and iairly screech, “Now, pay me for
niy writings, or I’ll never let you go?”
Wouldn’t that scare the life most out
oi him, though? The way he would
empty his pockets would be a wonder.
1 don’t expect he’d stop trembling for
a week.
„.ght here let me
• s hue that the editor lias not been near
diligent in publishing my letters as
• ’I’Ve been in sending them. But, all
1 ' n,1,r s taken into consideration, 1
he did well to publish any of
hings taken
t hi nk
them.
''' d, after all my painstaking care,
never a word did I hear fr in the boys
m ‘ .sirls either. The old soldiers
pri-hed me, though. They sent me
■iind letters. I have put those letters
amoco niy treasures, and I often take
th“in out and read them over.
-unit st "Willie, you told the kind of
'W'n an you wanted for a wife; listen
whim 1 whisper low the kind of a man
. nil! choose for a husband—if I
A thoroughly businessman
; Christian gentleman—one who
, e willing to give up even life
ll rath — il - ”—** -- —
ler than defraud, or wilfully
, :i m another. One who would shield
1,. ( ; l )r °tect me from the hardships of
, 0 ; and wh°6e love for me would.be
lin-o lt ’intt it would hide from view
f i*,’ 1 ar| d feelings, and he would
Wm. K 1U . e ^ le dearest and best little
sh': 1 ? in all this world; as, indeed, I
JUld try to be. Am I getting senti
mental? pardon me, I didn’t mean to.
I don’t object to signing my name to
my letters, but as ngrns seem to be the
fashion, you may hear from me later
under that of “Irish Girl.” I certainly
am Irish to some extent. My father's
father came from Ireland, and I am
very proud of it. Dear girls, I expect
you will envy me when I tell you that
my first name and Mrs. Bryan’s are the
same—Mary E., and my eyes and hair
are like Mnry Wilson’s; my eyes are
dark gray, and my hair a sunny
brown. I expect I would be a great
writer too, if— Ah! that if.
Mary E. T.
Laurens, S.- C.
Patter of the Shingle.
Bremo Bluff, Va., 1893.
Dear Mr. Editor;—I have thought
several times that I would drop you a
few lines, and if you are in the same
boat with me, I would walk half way
to cracker land to shake your hand in
silent sympathy.
Now to state my case. I shall put it
under three heads : First, 1 am a son;
Second, I am a brother; third, I am
building a new house with a bay win
dow in it.
Now, Mr. Editor, a casual reader
would not think the above statements
strange, but let us flgurate. Being a
sun, it follows that I am a son of a
mother, or, in good old Irish, I am me
mother’s son. Now that same mother,
whose son tradition says I am, is both
the joy and terror of my young life.
She is tall, past the meridian, with the
look of a maiden aunt, and a blazing
red coil adorning her caput.
S -me fair maiden, in a war of words
with that now silent Condurango,
said: “God Almighty made some of
them foolish to match the men.” That
may be so; but in the name of all that
is highest and mightiest, get her to tell
us what hs made some of them red
headed for. Now, perhaps this same
little maid has a red head of her
own. If she has, and you know it,
please consign this to tee coal box.
Mr. Editor, has your roa got a red
head? If so, l can console myself with
the thought that red headed mas raise
editors. No doubt that is why we have
them, for editors are a long suffering
people.
Please keep this from your ma; for
if she were to see it she might write
my ma, and ve might get strung up
by our toes and have to chirp to the
patter of the shingle on our breeches.
Ma is a great reader of that good
book known as the Bible, and as her
eye? are not so good as they once were
she often presses me into service, and
I soon soothe her to sleep, usually, by
reading some chapter in Kevelations.
A few nights ago I was called into
requisition, and, being desirous of send
ing her hurriedly into M orpheus land so
I could go back to my story paper, I
commenced the 9th chapter of Revela
tions, and, after reading the 15th verse
about the angels being set apart to de
stroy the 3d part of men, the mater
opened one eye, looked wise and re
marked :
“To kill the Third party men.”
“Oh, no,” I replied, “the Democrats
did that ilie 7th—election day.” But
enough of ma and her blazing caput.
Eet me tell you of my two old maid
sisters : , ^
They both teach school. Cundurango
says they are not thought respectable,
but I will wager my best girl’s affec
tions that either one of them would
l ck him if he were to say it to their
face One of the lasses is of the lean
kind while the other seems to have
b°en corn-fed. The lean one is away
at her school six c t of the twelve
months in the year, while the one who
sterns to be corn-fed gets home on Fri
day and leaves early Monday morning.
The climate is fairly healthful at home
from Monday to Friday, but I steer
clear of home and loved ones from Fri
day until Monday morning.
Mr. Editor, bave you two old maid
sisters to make things uncomfortable
and abu-e the men, and at the same
time flirt with every old bachelor or
widower they chance to meet? It so,
you bave my heartfelt sympathy. N ow
my third trouble:
I am building a new house with a
bay window in it. You surely have
not this trouble; for if you have, I
shall chink the long-prayed-for time
lias come—the world is christianizing
if people are paying up back subsenp-
Now, Mr. Editor, if you are riding
in mT boat, grab the helm there, and
we will stuff our brier roots with good
’’and sail and smoke in silent
“bacca,
sympathy.
More anoD.
Billy Gordon.
When the house is completed
I will send you its photograph with a
bay window in it.
A Marriage.
Dear Cousins : As the shadows of the
evening close u pon this dreary day I will
tn to write, as the editor says, about
something. I will t*ll 7°“ 01 * wed ’
ding that occurred in this vicinity. The
couple were both very happy, judging
m>m looks,but we can not read the heart.
I he bride was twenty-three years of
age, the groom forty-four. Do you think
they will be happy, cousins—he so old,
she so young? Perhaps, some will say,
he is not very old; but he is far older
than she—a man through whose once
raven locks the silver strands aresteai-
ing, who in a few more years will lay
down the burden of life. I believe in
youth mating with youth, but then I
am only an ignorant school girl and
can only give my opinion. What do you
say, Mother Hubbard? Some say he was
wealthy; perhaps that was the reason
why she married him. But that is not
for me to say. Maybe she did admire
him, but I do not see how she could.
Well, as I am afraid of making my
stay too lengthy, I will close.
M. F.
Grandfather’s Marriage.
One day last week dear old grand
father came to see us. We are always
glad to see him, for he is the best old
man I ever saw and we love him very
much. He was sitting in the corner
of the fire, and we w^re all discussing
the latest marriage in the settlement.
Grandfather says:
“Well, I rarely ever tell the little
story concerning my marriage, but as
we are on that subject I will tell ir to
you. I lived in North Carolina and
Fannie lived in Georgia. I ctme here
on horseback—three hundred and fifty
miles. Fannie was a pretty little
maiden of sixteen, a perfect blonde
We bad been engaged over a year and
now that engagement was to be ful
filled. I arrived at her home on Thurs
day morning, and on Saturday morn
ing we mounted our horses and started
to Marietta. I bought the license and
we walked into a store and there the
words that made us one were said. We
visited our relatives and then a crowd of
us started to North Carolina in a wag
on. We camped out every night,and, of
course, we had a jolly trip.” Then
grandfather’s face assumed a sad look,
as he said:
“Your grandmother and I lived to
gether fifty-three years, and I believe
we had about as much pleasure and
happiness as anyone on earth, but she
left me all alone one dreary day, last
February was two years ago.”
Dear old grandfather! He is now
seventy-six years old, and his hair
is blossoming for the grave. Soon lie
will leave us to go to that world above,
to join the bride of his youth.
He is one of the best Christians I
ever saw. He has fought a good fight,
and soon he will reap his reward.
He and grandmother were perfectly
devoted to each other, and they were
happy. Though they were not rich in
this world’s goods, yet they were hap
py in each others love, and happy in
knowing that they had an inheritance
laid up above.
One bitter evening in February,
grandmother placed her wrinkled
hand in grandfather’s palm, and said
sweetly:
“Darling, kiss me, I’m almost home.”
Ah, her life proved that she had a
home up above. She.lived a consecrat
ed life, and she died a triumphant
death. She left the sweet assurance
that she was “going home.” Blessed be
her memory.
As I listened to the simple, yet ro
mantic little story of grandfather’s
marriage, I thought: “That was true
love.” Ah, I fear the young people of
to-day do not love as truly as our old
grandparents did. They do not con
sider marriage as seriously as they
should.
What an example these dear old
grandparents have given us. Fifty-
three years they walked side by side,
loving and trusting each other, and
above all, loving and serving their
Father in heaven. Angeles.
A Modest Artist.
Dear Cousins: Having read and en
joyed your letters for so long, I can no
longer resist the temptation of joining
your charmed Tircle—that is if you
will admit me,
I want to tell you about a young
artist I know, or rather about a pic
ture she painted. She has wonderful
talent, but she is so timid that very
few ever dream that she is a genius.
I was in her room one day and she
showed me her last picture. The scene
was the edge of a forest, where a haw
thorn, covered with white blossoms,
grew over a muddy, swampy place.
Near the hawthorn grew a wild rose
bush, and one of its branches had
twined itself about one of the branches
of the tree. But a storm had blown
down the rose, and it lay in i lie muiL
all except that one branch which bung
a few feet above the mud, held up by
the stronger limb of the hawthorn.
And this girl had painted the pic
ture— a picture of life. Below was the
black mud, emblem of vice and degra
dation; above was the tree with its
white blossoms, purity, and there over
the mud was the red rose held up by
the tree.
At first I did not see the meaning
of the picture, but when she said in
her shy, timid way, “Don’t you see?—
Purity holding up Passion,” I under
stood and wondered at that timid girl’s
depth o# soul. Media.
Paris, Tex.
From Sherman, Texas.
Kind Editor and Dear Cousins :—A
strange fancy to see my name honored
by be=ng put in the dear old Sunny
bouTH has taken possession of me, and
I canuot resist the temptation to
write. •
My father has been a subscriber to
your excellent paper for a number of
years, in fact, it seems to me it has
always come to our home.
I, as I suppose all otoer children
are, am glad in anticipation of the
good old Christinas times, with all its
attending joys.
Of course w T e all expect fruit cake,
turkey, mince pies, and many other
such nice things, for you know it!
would not seem like Christmas with
out these things.
Theory of hard times is to be heard
everywhere, and I suppose old Santa
Claus feels it as much as anyone, con
sequently w r e are not expecting as
many nice presents this year, but I am
sure we will not be forgotten when it
comes to nice things to eat.
As I have never written to the de
partment before I will not attempt a
long letter this time, and, too, by be
ing brief, I feel that my letter stands a
better chance of escaping the waste
basket.
IS will give me much pleasure to
join your happy band and see my
letter in print. M. G. H.
Sherman, Texas.
Dancing.
Dear Cousin : I had the pleasure of
seeing Bonny Blanch not long ago at a
dance. Sue is one of the prettiest dan
cers 1 ever saw. But having just read
Earnsst Willie’s letter on dancing, I
gave the entire evening to looking on.
Was surprised at the exactness with
which he described the pleasant pas
time and its attending evils.
Do any of the Letter Boxers recollect
Lucile? I had the pleasure of attend
ing church in her little city not long
since. She was organist then at the
M. E. church. Some say she is soon
to don matrimonial honors. Who
knows?
As this is not leap year, and if it is
agreeable to her, would like to get the
address of Gill, of this department.
Good bye. — Juan.
Cock I'Uni, Miss.
Palmetto Girl.
Dear Cousins—How I enjoy reading
your letters! My brother Sterling is
going to let me take The Sunny South
for a Xmas present. Now, don’t you
think he treats me lovely?
‘ Louisiana Girl,” I don’t see any
harm in robbing a bird’s nest. My
chum is named Jinnie. She is the
prettiest girl in school. My nearest
playmates are Opal, Merle McL., Lillie
and Gladys and Miss Addie.
I bave a pet house; her name is
Blanche.
Do write often, Rosebud, for I love
to read your letters.
Happy New year to you all!
If this is not published, I’ll write
again. Palmetto Girl.
Sally, S. C.
Roswell, Ga.
Mrs. William Lohr
Oi Freeport, in., began to fall rapidly, lost an
appetite and got into a serious condition from
HveriPncm SIl ° could not eat ▼®g&*
^10,, or meat, and even
toast distressed her. Had to give up house
work, In a week alter taking
Hood’s Sarsaparilla
She felt a little better. Could keep more food
on her stomach and grew stronger She took
3 bottles, has a good appetite, gained 22 lbs.,
does her work easily, 13 now in perfect health.
HOOD’S PlLLS are the best sfter-dinnat
Pills. They assist digestion and ear# headache.
A second story comes from the oppo
site direction and relates to a million
aire who was at the head of a great
business and known as being a strict
man and rather exacting in his de
mands upon his employees. One of
these having been drawn for jury ser
vice, came to his employer and asked
leave of absence for the purpose, say
ing that he had no reasonable excuse
to offer.
“You can go if you like,” said Mr.
X , “but if you go you need not
come back again.”
The man went to the judge and asked
to be excused from service, saying that
his employer had threatened his dis
charge in case of hD absence,
“Who is your employer?”
“Mr. X .”
“Ah,” said the judge dryly, “your
reason is sufficient.” Then turning to
an officer at hajp :
“Summon 'Sfft X as this man’s
substitute. From Mr. X no excuse
will be accepted.”—Washington.
“I can heartily say to any young man
who is wanting good employment,
work for Johnson & Co., follow their
instructions and you will succeed.”
So writes an agent of B. F. Join son &
Co., Richmond, Va., and that’s the way
all of their men talk.
Dear Cousins : I know you all will
be surprised to hear from me again,
for it has been some time since I was
with this happy band of cousins, bat
hope I am not forgotten. I still have
little Nellie Newman’s picture, and
often look at it and think of old times.
The consins were so kind to me. I can
never forget them. I have improved
some since you last heard from me.
What has become of cousins Gertrude
Whitaker and Maud Bean? Before I
close I will ask the editor to please
send me a copy of the Sunny South.
With much love to all the cousins, I
am, Daisy Dean Winton.
There are but seven or eight of the
1804 issue of silver dollars known to
be in existence. This coin is called
“The King of American Rarities.”
The “legend” of its scarcity is that a
vessel bound for China had on board
almost the entire mintage (1804 was
$19,570), and was lost at sea. By others
it is claimed that the fiscal year end
ing in midsummer (June 30), the re
port entered on the register of the
mint in 1805 ($321), including the
mintage of the months of 1804 subse
quent to the fiscal report and entry of
that year.
Temple of Ephesus was a famous
temple of Artemis, or Diana,
in ancient Ephesus, Asia Minor.
The original temple, erected in the
sixth century, B. C., was inten
tionally burned by Herostratus, with
a view to gaining notoriety, on the
same day on which Alexander the
Great was born, B. C., 356. The new
temple, which occuped more than two
centuries in building, was one of the
largest and most gorgeous of all those
erected by the Greeks, and was re
garded one of the wonders of the
world. Scanty remains of it still
exist.
Hood’s Calendar for 1894 is out, and
like its predecessors, will be welcome
in any home which it enters. A hap
pier combination of calendar, of beauty
and utility, of art and advertising, has
seldom been produced. To be appre
ciated it must be seen, the beautiful
head of a girl, just “Sweet Sixteen,”
being lithographed in many delicate
colors, while the pad in plain^|pures is
printed in harmonious and jileasing
colors. Get a copy of your druggist or
send 6 cents in stamps for one and 10
cents for two copies to C. I. Hood &
Co., Lowell, Mass., proprietors Hood’s
Sarsaparilla.
A break in the main water pipe in a
street in Tombstone, Ara., last week,
was found to have been caused by the
roots of a tree which had grown around
the pipe and crushed it so that it burst.
The rudder of the Cuuard steamship
Campania consists of a single plate of
steel twenty-two by eleven feet six
inches and one and one-fourth inches
thick. It was rolled at Krupp’s German
gun factory.
The house property of Australia is
more valuable compared with popula
tion than in Europe.
OVer 500 Lessors ip piisipess.
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