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SIXTH <PAGR
THE SUNNY SOUTH
FEBRUARY 24, 190&
In Woman's Realm of Thought and Home
^Edited by Mrs Mary it B ««: i
& With i >e Household
.IOW THE FIRST CONFEDERATE
FLAG WAS MADE.
Since the flags of the southern con
federacy have been brought into the
Household, it may be interesting to re
vert to the story connected with the Hrst
time the flag of stars and bars was made
and unfurled In the southern states. The
story -was retold a few days ago to a
Constitution reporter by an old engi
neer, named Robinson, who has been
pulling the throttle for sixty years. He
aaid his train, left Mongomery, Ala.,
then the capital of the confederate states,
on the day when the Stars and Bars
was made the national colors of the
confederacy. On the train were a num
ber Jt distinguished southerners who took
prominent part in the war drama that
nad then just begun. Among these, was
Hon. Alexander Stephens, vice president
of the confederacy; General Memmin-
ger a member of .Mr. Davis’ cabinet, and
Colonel Bee, then in charge of the mili
tary forces In Atlanta.
Soon after the train left West Point
Colonel J-.ee requested the engineer to
stop at the next station in order that
the material for a confederate llag might
be bought, saying that there were ladies
on board who would ma.ee the flag. The
stop was made at the little town of
Grantville. There the fabrics red, white
and blue, were bought, together with
needles and thread. Soon half a dozen
southern girls were plying the needles
while the train was rolling on. When
the flag was finished, another stop was
made and Mr. Memmingcr soci^ed a pole
from the railroad yards, and to this the
newly made emblem was attached. It
was flung to the breeze from the rear
platform of the cars, just as the train
.was entering lkiGrange—the home of the
eloquent Georgian. Ben Hill. It was
greeted wit it enthusiastic cheers by the
crowd at the BaGrange station and at
the Atlanta depot. Afterwards, for a
long time, it was passed around. as the
model from which many other Hags were
made. It is a pity it was not preserved,
aS it would now be a most interesting
memento.
It was a flag of this pattern —the red.
blue and white bars—that at the last
moment, as the body of General Wheeler
was being lowered Into tile grave, was
thrown upon his coffin by a southern
woman. The coffin, as containing the re
mains of an officer of the United States
army was allowed to bear only the
union flag, but no one hindered the plac
ing upon it of the "conquered banner"
at the moment when it was passing from
human sight. And so. the old hero was
buried with both the flags under which
be had fought so gallantly.
M. E. B.
A LOVE SONG.
The old, old song you know so well.
Its tune to you I’d sing;
Fond eyes alor.e its words can tell;
True hearts its music ring.
My eyes are fond; will yours receive?
Their glances soft Impress?
ily heart can sing; will yours believe?
And singing answer "Yes?"
(Revised "Mother Goose" Ballads.)
To market, to market.
There’s callers to tea;
Jew all the hucksters
And taste all you see.
To market, to market.
For cutlets and shad.
And when you get home again
Find they smell bad.
—ALBERT S. DAVIS.
Petersburg, Va.
Friends; I send the above for your
jonsiderution, and If the Household has
«. member In Petersburg or Richmond.
Va., I feel sure that more of the verses
Of A. S. Davis can be secured.
Troy, Ala. ENGINEER.
THE OLD, OR THE NEW, WHICH?
Sometimes it seems sad to read book
reviews—even well written, appreciative
ones. So much labor, perhaps so many
heartaches, of the author are involved.
In the first place, and such skirmishing
over the fields of plot and character and
thought and language, that we are
templed lo loosen our grasp on things
literary and to leave the whole field of
letters to thjose whom circumstances
have appointed to write of what has been
written. Certain it is that most of us
need our literary vision clarified in order
that we may assure our wordy struc
tures by logical coherence and enhance
their beauty by the addition of the three
facades, purity, 'propriety and precision.
We are but amateurs in the craft and
must depend rather upon precedent than
upon personal knowledge; we must take
the designs of the great masters and
see that this beam of logic rests there,
and that shaft of oratory rises there;
must learn from the pages of the book
of the past just where we are to lay the
corner stone of our castle, at just what
angle we are to Insert the memorial
window. How important, then, that our
models should be perfect, "a mount of
marble, a hundred spires," and how de
plorable it is that so many of us are
Content merely to erect hovels—are satis
fied with mere safety from the slings
©f outraged English. Bet us build grand
ly. broadly. If slowly and laboriously,
that our works, though they prove to be
no mecca of literary pilgrimage, may
yet be found hospitable refuge for the
humble and Innocent pleasure for the
youthful.
As a matter of culture, much of the
reading of the present day is absolutely
■worthless. The foolish mania for new
books. the crowding of-the mind with
disordered conceptions of plots and
scenes and characters, tends toward a
degeneracy of intellect appalling in its
import. It is distressing to go over the
index columns of any book catalogue and
to think of the enormous mass of un
classified. unclassifiable matters which
is' thrown within reach of every class of
people, and which exerts an unknown
influence in the mental and moral lives
of the readers. Why should I go into
ecstacies over the crude production of
some popular writer, when I may have
all the pearls of Shakespeare for the
asking? Why should I waste the mid
night oil with some fiery ebullition from
some smoking brain, when I -may listen
to the logic of Bacon, the wit of Burns
may smile with Oliver Goldsmith and
argue with Samuel Johnson? I pause for
reply. FURMAN B. COOPER.
WITH CORRESPONDENTS.
R. B. Downs asks: "Where can I pro
cure Thomas Dixon's book, 'The Deop-
ard’s Spots?' We have no book stores
near us." You could obtain It direct
front the publishers. Doubleday & Page,
of New York city. Mrs. Anna Waller
asks, "Tell me something of Thomas
Dixon. Was his novel. -The One Woman,’
a transcript of his life, or did he take
Elbert Hubbard as his hero?" Thomas
Dixon, lawyer, lecturer, minister and
author, was born in Shelby, N. C., in
1864; was graduated from the Greens
boro, N. C., college, admitted to the bar
and practiced for several years; was
married to Miss Harriet Bussey, of
Montgomery, Ala., in 1889; resigned from
the -North Carolina legislature to become
pastor of a. Baiptist church in Raleigh,
N. C.; then was called to Boston; after
ward? went to New York and became a
popular lecturer and magazine writer. In
1902 appeared "The Beopard Spots." He
has since published "The One Woman,”
• The Clansman” and "The Bife Worth
Bivins.” Ills married life, I believe, is
happy. “The Beopard Spots" is dedicated
to Ills wife in these words, “To Harriet,
sweet-voiced daughter of the old-fash
ioned south.” Elbert Hubbard is not the
hero of "The One Woman.” The book
was published before Mr. Hubbard's di-
. vorce and remarriage. The character and
conduct of the derelict husband is said
to have been drawn from that of a Bos
ton minister, with whom a rich woman
became infatuated. She offered the wife
£30,000 if she would consent to divorce
her husband, and the wife, who had
children to support, unlike "The One
Woman," took the money and gave up
the husband, who was already lost to
her. Mr. Dixon lives partly at Dixon-
dale, Va., and partly at Ashland house,
New Y’ork.
N-ordica asks: "Where did the often-
repeated phrase (spoken about one who
!,as died), 'Gone over to the great ma
jority,’ originate? I have asked this ques
tion of several newspapers and have not
had an answer.” You will find It in Dr.
Young’s seldom Toad and never acted
tragedy, "The Revenge." It occurs in the
soliloquy of Alonzo, who is struggling
with love and jealousy, that at once for
bid and urge him to murder his wife.
Here Is part of the passage;
"Our Bife is but a chain of many deaths;
Should Death be feared then; rather fear
we life.
Bife is the desert; life the sollitude.
Death joins us to the great majority,
'Tis to be born to Flato and to Caesar,
*Tis to be great forever."
Pope said of Dr. Young that he had
"much of sublime genius without com
mon sense.” He possessed little every day
sympathy with his fellows and shrouded
his finest thoughts in stilted rhetoric.
Therefore he is little read.
Can any of you tell D. A. Newberne, of
Farmville, N. 'C., where the books,
"Ariel" and "Millennial Dawn" are pub
lished? Also a book which he has heard
or relating to the finding in the great
Egyptian ~ pyramid, "Cheop" of hiero-
g.v'pnics, composing a synopsis of the
world’s history, past, present and fu
ture. I have not read of the incident
and think It must be fiction. Of course
we all know of the wonderful discoveries
recently made by the scientific excava- J
tors In Egypt who have discovered deep .
under the sand and ruins of temples |
many hundreds at rolls of papyrus ithe
books of the ancients) written in hiero- |
glvphles which our learned men are now i
ar>le to read and throwing much light
on the past history and attainments of
the Egyptians and kindred nations. The
great pyramid at Girzeh was the vast and
costly tomb of King Cheops, who reigned
about 400 years before the coming of
Christ,
Mrs. Mamie Thurman, Bouislana—Any
book so<Br in New Orleans will order
Mark Twain’s "Tom Sawyer" for you.
The "Old Book Store” of Chambers
street. Now York, or Brent and's. of
Broadway, New York, will be sure to
have the book.
All Communications to This Depurtmint Should Be Addressed to MRS. M-\RY E. BSYAN, Ciarkston, Ca. Inquiries and
Letters Requiring Answers by Mail Must Ba Accompanied by Postage.
Chat With Householders.
NE of our shut-ins passed
from among us a few days
ago—Miss Sallie Burdette—
who, blind and bed ridden,
lived alone with one faltn-
the half-mile track and teepees erected i was speeches and recitations bv the
on *f I * lore - ,, . boys, i was one of the boys who were
At the word Go, the air was filled j to inflict the ears of "a large and select
with paralyzing phrases and
with poles, canvas and tent pegs, and | audience
. . — - wildly pounding heart. My
rath-i slow—race around the. track. name was called l stepped to the front
As soon as the first team was under of the stage, bowed as profoundly as
. the wire, the squaw threw out the teepee I though I were doing homage to Mary
ful sister in a lilt e is and comihenced setting up poles, stretch- Tudor in the days "When Knighthood
ing cnm.is and fastening it at the hot- , was in Flower” and then stood speechless
tom with stakes. In the meantime the as the "Collossus of Rhodes ’
second team had arrived, and by some ' My mind—if indeed I owned such a
remarkably swl-tt movements this squaw ; thing—was a perfect blank. A sea of
drive the last peg ahead of | faces was before me. Just in front of me
the other one. and was awarded first j sat a lady ;uid her daughter, on whom I
prize.
Iowa.
lated log house among the
pine hills a few miles from
my home. The place was
very much out of the way, managed i
and but for one faithful
neighbor, those two lonely
women, poor and helpless,
would hive suffered in
tensely, although the ladies of our
Clarkston Club and one or two of our
noble young girls—one particularly brav
ed the bad weather, and the fearful
roads, and carried cheer and help to the
dwellers in the tiny log nest.
Some of our dear Household friends
are putting on their studying caps, try
ing to form plans to help the shut-ins
practically—which Is very sweet and kind
In them, but when they ask me to urge
through the Household the carrying out
of these plans, I must tell them that
this is beyond my official limit. It would
not do to urge any charitable movement
upon the Household, since so many of
our valued readers and members are noL
really able to assist In such a move
ment, however much their hearts may
prompt them to help, arrd I -fc'ould not
for anything have the slightest sense of
a burden cloud our free and pleasant
homelike Household. So far as I can,
I will gladly assist the shut-ins througn
the Household by giving their addresses,
publishing its many of their letters as 1
have space for and telling of their noble
efforts to bo self-sustaining—of their
books, agencies and fancy ivorK, much
of it beautiful and dainty. By the way,
un ingenious piece of work, made by-
Mary Ellen Willis, of Finleyson, Ga.,
came to me the other day. it was a
large, brilliant butterfly, made of can
celled stamps, so nicely lapped^ and
ranged as to give the color
ANA GRAM.
ar-
FURL IT.
Dong ago the great poet-priest wrote of
the flag of the lost cause:
"Furl that banner, .for 'tis weary,
Round its staff 'tis drooping dreary;
Furl it, fold it; it is best.’
I heartily agree with Father Ryan and
the Grand Army of the Republic men
that a public display of the near olu
Stars and Bars does no good, lot us for
get it in public and cherish it only in
our hearts. We are now one country;
one people, one flag.
"Furl that banner, softly, slowly;
Treat It gently—it is holy—
For it droops where heroes rest,
Though 'twill live in song and story,
For their deeds of deathless glory,
Furl it, fold it; it Is best. '
Y'et we who fought under that flag may
be forgiven if we wish that in death
its lolds should lie upon our breasts.
My life, my pride, my bride.
Cover me deep aid let me lie
With thaL bloou-w sited eunlem of days
gone bj,
In my lonely gra'e to bide.
Fifth Georgia
r itlVATK,
tyslry, Wheeler's corps
Ve been .smutty "taking not*
lie Houseli'lkur talked—my;—up
AN ALL ABOUND CHAT.
1 iia
while tit
wliat a num-oer ai)i variety of matters!
Many ol tlieir oimuous and, sentiments
j were new and Kgorously expressed,
mottled butterfly. Miss Willis sells her I Among these was fci. urton s conlession
book, “Little Sunbeams.” Evie Bancas- that u w, it aaj ton ltaiij loved vvom-
ter makes lovely things out of bits of en - / ® Grton. I know
silk and scraps of brignt worsted. Eglaii | a few things aDouflie t nicer
and several others ask me where they; Another sensible fcn.nei, whose trank-
may send contributions for Mattie Bev- j ness. called forth a tde of rebuke, was
eruge’s churc-h. Send them to herself; j Marie Edna, wii
her postoffice is Dabney, Ark. I learned j married
Another senslbl
ness called forth a
itnowledged that she
_ ;ood aiicituuny man princl-
through our Tennessean some weelts agoj'PO-liy 'because he iito money, with which
that Mattie had received SI I. She will'she could help thcfcir, and also gratify
soon report her progress through the her love of beatuirarul art. .Nothing
Household. In this connection, 1 must | wrong in tha t, Shoid gone through lie
toll you 0' the continued illness of gift- j emotional experiento sue had had the
ed Tom Lockhart. He Is now for the> bubble loyo to burAn her hand; if she
first time unable to write, as 1 learn j chose to form a lifAtrtiH-rsiiip on other
through his faithful nurse. llis novel, grounds, she had night to do so. 'i'h.
"His Mysterious Way,” has gone into a impulses and cru.li|s of early youth
second edition—very neatly—even hand- j had given place to iffon ana philosophy
samely gotten out by the Dr. BlosSbi
Company, of Atlanta, and his new book,
"Plain Talks and Tales,” is in the hands
of a western publisher and will soon be
out-
Bachelor Parson was first to respond to
Bomacita's suggestion about voting for
Household favorites next fall. I hope to
hear from all our members. It Is de-
both .with iter and tl man she married,
in whom she had,Si doubt, confided.
Young people man- Wo early. The gov
ernment ought to puki law that no man
should marry until jjs? 30; n 0 girl until
she Is 25. And thatjte Joined in matri
monial bonds, no ‘-force court could
break the tie.
Otto Jem's Hubby, lu reason well, and
your talk is lovely ft? interesting, but
aren’t you giving too Hfch credit and
lightful to me to keep in touch with all' too xnueii scope to worrit Man may
the circle, and I would so much enjoy i a poor critter, but he l’t to blame
be
poor critter, Dut he n to oiame for
writing to each one, but they are so | everything that’s wroi oncer the sun,
many and my time so limited that 1 rail'and woman is not th|pvinclble an
to answer promptly even those who write, °! v ’’ lla wil1
me such kind and inspiriting messages, j a.nd'^emaktT'the
Many of our mends I have not heard I nu , nt , without a bit
from in a weary while. lhey are not ( That is an extre
forgotten by the Household. Cards comej b . j can - t coincide
every day asking about our absentees. , the fairfcl . an<1 better
They are waiting to hear more train our| They must lel us put s
pie. _
As to. New Thoug! mental science,
etc. They are not m-Only ingeniously
as Buddhu
had often called. They saw me—actually
saw me—making the most unhallowed
blunder of my life. Their eyes dropped
to i ae floor, so did the eyes of many
others. My orbs of vision turned floor-
ward also. An awful feeling crept over
m<- 1 longed to be gone, a most utter
amt enduring goneness. Oh; lor somu-
uj'i’fT t° break the frightful monotony.
O'l. thal the Helvetians would lay waste
the fields of the Gauls wth fire and
sword. Fragments of inane and Inap
propriate quotations flashed through my
orain. “All Gaul is divided Into three
parts, " The rule for dividing the frac
tion of a fraction is—” "The 'parts of
speech are nine—namely,” "After Na
poleon s expedition Into Russia,” etc. It
seemed as If my cranium would soon be
!,J tal wreck. I could stand it no lon-
.;er; with bulging eyes and flaming
cheeks I took my seat, feeling that I
was an object of contempt and a fit sub
ject for a lunatic asylum.
(Mortification made me so restless that
I could not sit still. I sprang to my feet
and once more stepped to the front of the
stage, i told the assembly that I bad
forgotten my speech, but that I remem
bered another, which l would recite. I
held up my head and'Went through with
'The Kicking Mule" (a sister of’Maud")
like a shot cat. I felt a shade better
then, but let. me beg you, my friends,
never to sit quietly and see a fellow
suffer like that. 'Raise a row of some
kind. Snatch him from the stage and
drive him full of lightwood splinters.
Put him in a barrel decorated with iron
spikes and roll him down a mountain.
Tie him to a stake—as the Indians did
Colonel William Crawford—heap a lot
of wood about him, apply the fire and
then do the Indian, ghost dance. Lynch
him on a telegraph pole or do any
strenuous stunt that you may think of,
but for the sake of humanity do some
thing to relieve the situation. Break the
monotony or break somebody’s neck—if
it is his own. SMILING JONAS.
North Carolina
I from its hook in the closet nty scrap-
; bag, and drawing nv ■ hair ne ;‘ ‘’V
! window I soon lose my little vexations
! of spirit among its gay colors.
; The children select the pieces, and alter
! I c-ut them they match the colors and
string them for me, and tho'ign in y
seem eager and happy to help mo '
fear they will never realize the true
pleasure and satisfaction In my I test
methods that I did in those of ye
times, for now. when l get.ho
all cut and strung, I put *'
on the sewing machine. •‘hustls them
off to a needy widow near by. wn°
q'Jilts them hurriedly, and "hustles i
them back home again. Wiien co ' a i
weather comes I “spread ’ thorn on the
beds and cover them with a "machine-i
ma'de" white spread to iti-ie their oM-
fashionness from view. But 1 lov- trut”
bright colors, :«*ui >n ckd nights w.i'.j|
the darkness wraps its mantle u round,
the outside world, and I think of i
"Jo John" trudging homeward - lllv --gPi
Its chilliness, I get up, trke the
spreads off, turn the fleecy blankets r aeic
just a little, place soft feather pi.-ows
where the stiff “sham” ones have been,
and heaping more coal on the gra:e, with
"Bill Nye” nodding in his lit'.e cnalr in
the corner and “Badyom ' in niy inp.
I sit and listen for the dear familiar
footsteps that have nev-?r disappointed
me with any unsteadiness nor willingly
lingered between his place of business
a;.d home. _
HONOR BRIGHT.
“Alabama.”
Never Too Late
or
LIKES GERTRUDE.
Will you kindly allow a very busy
:nan to step into your charming circle
for a few moments? If I get in, please
seat me by Geraldine. Bast week’s
Household was esceiLlertt—tbetiter than
I’ve seen In a long time, though every
number is good. Smiling Jonas wrote
a “cute” letter, and It seems to me all
who wrote did their best.
I once had a seat in the Household for
a few minutes—got in “by the skin of
my teeth." By the way, can any of
the cousins tell mo Who first used this
expression? If any of you have second
hand records for the Victor talking ma
chine, and would like to dispose of them
please address me as below.
O. B. .TODDY
Care Uiric. C. Bailey, R. F. D. No. I,
North Gainesville, Fla.
everything to
erer has mud-
y and govern-
Ip from mere
lew, dear Hub-
whole thing to
of humanity.
11 linger in the
i vi i etc. They are not nrmuy i
a visit is looked lor Vn f ™ m J’ made over theories, old a:
Lss Bu tler, of New York^jRo Mato and Solomon.
A MESSAGE.
I built a palace long ago
With towers passing fair;
X gave It to my love, and so
She dwells In beauty there.
Upon the north I built a wall—
A massive wall of stone;
’Tis moss-grown now, and over all
Full many suns have shone.
Go out. -my faithful muse, and long
On tireless pinion soar;
Fly to my love and learn what song
She singeth evermore.
Go bear to me. like Noah's dove.
A message from her hand.
Writ in the dialect of love.
Which all men understand.
—JAMES BARK IN PEARSON.
Moravian Falls, N. C.
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BMEtCHWII
Cousin Reddy on his new and broader
line. Camilla is called for to tell us
what the busy World's Fair City is do
ing, and
E. B. Miss
lias won reputation through ^r poems , mIss some of ti sprightly talkers
We are all glad to have Mr Orton anctj ln )h( . circ i e _ Musa ann. Gana, Gem,
Knight ol the ^ ire with us again. Mr., ucumt|er Gre t an<-, Faye. Old
Orton is meeting with deser% ed S“«ess Camilla Aver ion't you know we
in big-crowded C^tham where want to hoar fruIU , r And there are
such c , nr P *' Sunshine Toe we others, many of the whose pen names
S™o?muVTro.poS"nVo,-»”!l - - rod'. '-J.te-0 tettfj.
home. Mr Wheeler, thunks for your j loved to.read. And lallulah. is
appreciation of the Sunny and for that if*® ^nning frthe »*£ower. or
very clever design of a new head for Millei Hand -tdneed iter that a
the Household. I hope the management j widower is her late „ T
will accept it. Certainly I need a new j Knight of the \\ i John Mason, F. B.
face—don’t I? I don’t fancy being made) Orton, Piney WooifOin a, uur Good
to take the "black veil.” j Enough, Smiling .je, Louisiana Luther,
° . Engineer, Bachelor roon, Young J-arm-
Several members who have ta.ken np j or aod-oh. a fi your the. s of the tloitse
the study of southern poets, suggested 1 1 —
by Pierre De Beau, wish to know where
they may find the little books lie men
tioned. "Southern Poets.” They may be
had at the Book Depository, Whitehall
street. Atlanta. Ga.; price, 25 cents, with
four additional cents for postage. Four
of these pretty little volumes—gifts from
a young man member of the Household—
have just been sent to four of our mem
bers, a delay in sending them having
been caused by an accident. I have also
some time previously—sent two copies, you among your l- 8 - L too, love silent
to personal friends. I hope we shall I companions, rich hougn:s.
have more about our poets. We will be! Fineta, you arj ■ industrious as the
glad to hear of Irwin Russell from Pierre ] time-honored bee^'v, yoa-ve earned a
Be Beau. rest.
I Alvin, keep up» heht against gam-
Several correspondents ask me to tell j biers,
them if I received any valentines. In- Prairie Flower.® 0, believe in a high-
deed I did—some beautiful eards (valen
tines today are so pretty and artistic)—
the loveliest scarf of falry-llke drawn-
work on silk muslin, from Maud Muller;
a quaint basket-work souvenir from Sol
dier Kintz, of the Philippines, who sent
it shortly after Christinas, and «a big eti-;
velope filled with beautiful cards of Flor-l ... , f
ida flowers and scenes, from "Granola j One more thii^d like to hear from
and the Missus,” who are Mr. and -urs. tbot Household.*® • 1, 0 tl . 1< , s
Pleas, artists of Chioley, Fla. The mostly on the I w # d m t ' 1 s e t -^‘ 00 £Lid be
prized contents of the package were two! 111 th fmis^hkwmis visltlne
tine cabinet pictures of the artists them- explained by '®«»
selves which will appear in the House- cousin, and a s * ma„ic lantern she
hold next week. Borne, our lamented j bad with her.
poet-member who died of consumption,
gave Mr. and Mrs. Pleas the quaint title
of “Grandpa and the Missus,’’ when he
was visiting them in their lovely Florida
home.
hold—here’s to goJellowship for you.
Toni Lockhart, 1 g« to know that you
are going tlirougUll deeper waters.
iNiever let your bi* spirit be tempted
to doubt that you Ye true, sympathiz
ing friends, or tliyou are of no use
to the world. Y- ’lot is a hard one.
but were it not t/®ur affliction, it is
likely you would r er have used your
gifted pen to che- nfl uplift the world.
May you live t*vc your influence
broadened and d' n *' , I 3' e * more.
Bomaeita, if t «d I’d ask to visit
WOMAN’S WAYS.
Unless she wears a stylish hat and gown
Dame Fashion on the woman’s sura to
frown.
So she rips out tihe sleeves she wore
last year
And turns them upside down.
Then takes last season’s iiat and turns
the brim
High up above ,the crown,
And presto! she’s on La Mode street
That leads to Fashion town.
MARGARET SMITH GRAHAM.
MEN’S CLOTHING.
I he neck bands of men’s white shirts
frequently wear out before any other
part. Wash the siiirt to remove the
starch, rip tho old band off and press it
carefully so it will retain its original
Shape; cut a new band of linen interlined
with muslin, baste it in place, stitch it
and work the usual number of button
hole?. 'Make other repairs that are need
ed and the siiirt will be ready for the
laundry.
If the silk ties are soiled, try cleaning
them with gasoline. Pour a iittle in a
cup or bowl, dip a clean cioth in it and
rub the soiled places, dipping frequently.
When the gasoline gets dirty get a
fresh supply and proceed as before until
the ties are clean; then hang them up
where no dust will fall on them until
it lias evaporated. This does not fade the
colors.
A suit of clothes is often improved in
appearance by brushing them thorough
ly. Turn tlie pockets wrong side out
and shake them. The coat collars often
require cleaning. Prepare a suds by
pouring u quart of soft hot water over
one-fourtli of a bar of ivory soap shaved
fine. When dissolved stir it so it will
make a strong suds. Dip a small brush in
tliis, lay the collar flat on the table and
scour until clean. Rinse with clear wa
ter and hang uip until half dry, then
cover with a cloth and press with a hot
iron until dry. Vest and coat buttons
may be purchased at a dry g’oods store
to replace those that are worn or lost,
and if places need mending place a piece
like the garment under tlie worn place-
sew this down firmly, allowing as few
stitches as possible to show on the right
side, darn back and forth over the
broken threads, catching it down to the
cloth beneath; then place a damp cloth
the -place and press with a warm
iron - E. J. C.
UNCLE JAKE ON THE RICH
NORTHERN FOLKS AT AIKEN.
“Mornin’, Miss Jane, I’s sho’ glad to
see you all agen. You’re well, I s’pose?”
“All right, thank you. Uncle Jake.
So you have been with your children in
Aiken for the last few years. How do
you .ike tlie northern people at Aiken?
They seem to have treated you fine.'
"Y'as, mistis, some of ’em is mighty
fine folks and ergin some of ’em ain’t.
Howsomever, de-y’s different turn us eben
in da goodness.”
“Teil us about them. Uncle Jake.”
“Dat’s what I’m gwine ter do. Miss
Jane, soon’s I kin git my old knees
straightened out fum de rheumatis. You
doan happen ter have none o’ daf'wine
you use ter make, mistis? It’s mighty
tine fur old folks what’s got the rlieu-
matis.”
“Its, it is. I’ll get some for you, Un
cle Jake.”
Slip, our genial humorist and clever
sketch writer, lias been much missed in
the Household. I am sorry to learn
that he lias been ill a great part of the
winter. I sincerely trust these bright
sunshiny days will restore him to health
and permit him to visit us soon. Miz-
pah is making a much longed-for visit
to her dear old home—New Orleans. .She
will give us a sketch of the historic and
picturesque French quarter. What lias
become of Enola. whose humorous poems
were always so welcomed? Have the
northern magazines captured her as they
are trying to capture our Ike? I have
messages for many more of my family,
but space forbids any longer chat from
M. E. B.
er life "above jpeyond the physical
existence," yet i wrong t£> go to fa
natical extreme?^® snould be temper
ate in all things?* 0 most lovable and
useful people ar® se who are
“Not too 'bi a S 0 °d
For humanW e s ,lail Y food.”
NEED DOFFK.
Dublin, Texat
HOW I MAD COLOSSAL FAIL-
HE.
Never could •’®' it. though cycles
mav roll and grinding on. I was
a school boy 5 Oakhurst academy.
It was duriiwf* mf, ncement and tlie
programme fr® memorable evening
FOLLOW
THE
FLAG.
the tent building contest.
"Indian Race—3 p. m.” So read thi-
programme of the South -Dakota state
fair at Huron, S. Dak., last September.
About 2:30 I made my way to the race
track, expecting to see a foot race.
Imagine my surprise when three pony
teams, hitched to as many farm wagons, |
were slowly driven up to the judge’s i
stand! Each wagon and team was in j
charge of an Indian driver and an Indian :
squaw.
The judge then announced that the -
Indian race was to be a teepee building j
contest.
The tent material in the wagons was
to be set up, torn down again and load- j
ed Into the wagons; the teams were then J
to be driven as fast as possible around I
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COLUMBIA,
, UTAH,
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And CJ^ENIA POINTS.
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1REEN, D. P. A..
r, Douiaville. Kjr.
HOME AND SOCIETY IN THE OLD
DAYS AND NOW.
T was born and brought up in an old
.fashioned rambling farmhouse, 'round
wh-.'-h nothing was ever allowed to go to
waste trom the ashes in the big open
fireplace, which was reduced to lye, then
made into soft soap, down to the corn
cobs around the pig pen, which were gath-
ei ed up, placed in the shea to dry and used
to smoke the big luscious hams and other
meat that hung from tlie hickory hooks
fastened to the rafters of the old smoke
house to the rear of the kitchen—the
ashes from both hopper and smokehouse
afterwards doing duty as fertilizer around
the fruit trees and in the garden or flow
er beds.
Tlie neighbors around us lived pretty
much on the same order and it was cus
tomary for the girls, when visiting each
other, to carry their faneywork along
with them, and many happy hours were
passed vicing with each other in accom
plishing the most work in a given length
of time or producing the prettiest arti
cles for home or personal adornment,
then when Christmas or borthday roiled
around it was no trouble selecting suit
able presents, as each had taken note
of what the others nad most admired
and they changed ownership m a whole-
souled manner altogether foreign to our
present custom of giving and receiv
ing.
We each of us had our particular “hob
bies,” just as we nave our fashionable
“crazes” of todays and my specialty
was quilt piecing. I never visited *
friend or relative a distance without
bringing jiome with me more or less Tolls
of quilt pieces and :n tnis way I man
aged to keep a gooeiy supply of all
kinds of colors. On ra'ny evenings 1
would shut myself up ’n th e little i.ing-
side room and while th.* raindrops pat
tered overhead I pieced thorn Into quilts
that rivaled “Joseph s coat,” so many
and weird were their colors.
After setting one together, mother
would help me card the bats, then we
would put it in the frames 411J Invite
the neighbors to spend the day and help 1
quilt it out.
When It was taten from tlie frames
the girls would each take a corner, while
some of the mar'Vd ones hunted up the
old cat. and throwing it in the middle,
we shook the quilt up and down until the
cat collected its wits sufficiently to run
and jump out, tho old superstition being! get into the hands oj wives, the domes'ti
When the old man had drained the
glass and manifested his satisfaction
with a vigorous smack, he continued:
"Yes, urn, de yankees sho' is dil’funt
from we uns. Dey’s tree wid da' money.
1 kin say dat fo’ 'em. Dey don’ tote
da money in der vest pocket lak we's all
does; dey puts it in da outside coat
pocket, what dey carries about wid ’um,
en wen dey wants more dey just goes
ter de bank an’ gits anodder pocketful.
•Huntin'? Y'as ’in. Hit’s sho’ 'cats
all how dem -folks hunts. Dey turns
lopse de foxes en den takes two’ or tree
days ter ketch ’em ergin. Den wid all
der huntin’, dey leaves some er de- var
ments ter ketch folks’ chickens. Yas’m,
dey all goes huntin’, de mens an’ de
womens, too, en whar ebber dark ketches
’em dar dey stays till day. fiem'yan-
kee horses kin jump lak rabbits. Mis
Hitchcock, she kin beat envbody "rldin’
I ebber is seed. She jes’ leads de ban’
ebb'-r time. De ladies rides wid -dey hair
plaited down dey backs en tied wid er
black ribbon. Dey rides straight down
er hill steep es er mountin, en dey
don't ask fences en gullies no odds
needer.
"Dey ain’t none ob ’em lak Mr. Whit
ney, doe. De cullud folks shore tuck on
when he died. Ain't you heard ’bout de
win' changing on him when lie was oper
ated on.’ What’s dat? Shorely you’se
heard dat ef er pusson is put under de
’fluence ob chloroform an’ ef de win’ i
is settin’ in the east den if it turn sud-
dintly to de west de doctors never kin
git dat pusson ter wake up no more
De win’ changed on Mr. Whitney, heney'
dat what make ’im dead.
"Mrs. Whitney? Yas’m, she got ’er
neck broke er ridin' under a bridge. She
never git 'round no more after dat. She
sho ’quired heap er waitin’ on Dev
paid cullud girls SICO er week ter wait
on her.
“Dey’s good ter niggers, de yankees
is, but I ain’t got used ter dey sportin’
ways. De men don't pay no 'tentlon ter
der own wives, en de women don’t pay
no ’tension ter dey own husbands. Dey
ties sport ’round lak folks what ain't
marrit at all. I doan. see what time dey
has to git tired er dar wives an’ hus
bands, but dey does, an’ den dey gits
er ’vorcement en marries somebody else.
Uncle Jakes continues, but I am not
sure Mother Meb’s patience will do the
same. If the Household folks find him
entertaining he will be glad to chat
Ag<iin. JANE.
Perhaps yon arc a man
a woman of mature
years who feels that you
have not been as success
ful as you could wish.
Don’t feel that the fu
ture is closed to you.
Thousands of plucky
men and women all over
this country have made
their lives all over again,
and made them success
ful, representing in their
towns, upon large com
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Saturday* Evening Post.
Selling subscriptions
to these publications is
dignified and pleasant. It
must not be confounded
with “canvassing” for
inferior publications or
worthless books. It is a
calling in which thou
sands of men and women
of refinement are profit
ably engaged.
Every new subscription and every
renewal pays a liberal commission to
you. We distribute every month
nearly $6,000 in prizes for subscrip
tions taken. And every few months
we distribute $40,000 in prizes.
The prizes alone, in some cases,
amount to an average year’s salary.
And there are always the large com
missions. Write and we’ll tell you
how it pays you.
THE CURTIS PUBLISHING CO.
507-E Cherry Street
Philadelphia, Pa.
lowed to fancy that he is managing
himself?
HERMIT.
Newton, Ga.
1 think. Hermit, that the old song ha3
it down just right, where the wives say
"We’ll even ’et them hold the reins.
But we'll show them the way to go.”
M. E. B.
MY POPPER.
“What are you doing, Jack?”
"I’m taking out a kink
In piggie's tail; I'll tell you what
”1 will make the piggie think—
For my Pop says so, >
And he ought to know.
'My Popper, he knows a heap—
Of almost everything—
He can tell wiien a frog is asleep.
And he’s heard the big owl sing.
There’s nobody can whistle so,
Bike my dear old Pop—
It makes my feet want to go
Hippity, hippity hop.
if you don't believe me.
Why make him whistle and see.”
—AN-NICE.
“THE REASON WHY.”
Your brow isn’t white as tlie crest of a
wave.
And your liair hasn’t “Dear Paddy's”
glint;
Be you ever so stalely, or ever so brave.
Your eyes have a hint of a squint.
"Perfection,” ah, no! by no manner of
means.
In general you’re not over wise;
Your comiplexion resembles a pot of
baked beans,
And um-m! what a mouth for mince
pies.
Y'ou ask why I think you created for me.
For one who is "high as the skies.”
I’ll own up, you think I am "it” and
you see
Pm sure you would never tell lies.
—MAUD MULDER.
THE WIFE HOLDS THE REINS.
Whether they know it or not, ail hus
bands are managed, or at- least influ
enced, by their wives. Some husbands
pretend that they are independent, and
even that they manage their wives, but
tliis is only for a short time. There is a
story that one of these would-be rebels
in his wife's absence, invited some of his
men ifriends to spend the evening with
him. They were having a high old time
over the wine, cigars, etc., and the talk
turning upon marriage, the host declared
that he was master in his own domicile.
“I believe in a man being the ruler of
his ifamily,” he said. “As for me, I have
things to go as I want them. I am a
regular Julius Caesar in my home.”
Just then his wife stepped in unex
pectedly, and after a short, scornful sur
vey of the empty glasses and the smoke-
fllled room, she said: "Gentlemen, it is
time you were taking your leave. Julius
Caesar you will walk upstairs with me
this minute.” And he went.
But, should a wife, after taking a vow
to obey her husband, undertake to man
age him? This depends on the character
of the husband and the wife. If he is a
weak person, easily led, some one will
Influence him. Better this should be his
wife, who has his interests at heart, than
a false friend, who will lead him in a
wrong direction. The reason it sounds
badly to say that a wife manages a
husband is that some wives manage
their husbands for selfish ends. If they
would seek to influence him to make the
most otf himself in a noble way, it would
bo all right; but some wives manage
their husbands solely with the purpose
to get the most out of them.
As a rule, however, when the reins
THE ROOT OF THE MATTER.
Some time ago there appeared in the
Household an interesting story with the
heading, "Tlie Use and Abuse of Whis
ky.” It told of a young mother alone
in an isolated cabin, saving the life of her
child, whose frail vitality was exhausted
because of croup, by snatching a flask
of whisky from her drunken nusoand,
as he entered the house, and administer
ing part of the stimulant to the prostrat
ed child.
Why did not the writer go to the root
of the matter in telling her story? Was
not the frail constitution of that deli
cate child due to the weak physical and
mental condition of the father, under
mined by the habitual use of whisky, and
the similar poor health of the mother,
caused by the treatment of her drunken
husband? Prenatal influences most cer
tainly affect children. Nature’s laws—
God’s laws—can not be disobeyed by pa
rents, else their Sins will be visited on
their children. Any up-to-date physician
can tell you of stimulants equally as ef
fective as whisky, and inexpensive
enough for every family to be able to
keep them on hand.
Tessa Roddey, you are right in what
you wrote about unknown correspond
ents. 1 love Bomaeita and Grace St.
John, and they are right as far as their
experiences go; but, my dears, there are
many paths in this life where good, pure,
impulsive women—and men—can he and
are misjudged, causing them serious trou
ble. Truth is stronger than fiction, and
while now, dear Bomaeita, you are at
liberty to be your own free, pure self,
some day you may be forced to see as
do Tessa and others. I hope not, how
ever.
MRS. D1LLU oktii y.
THE MAN YOU SHOULD MARRY.
Don't let romance and impulse sway
you in your choice of a life companion.
Choose a young man of good habits—one
who is affectionate and respectful to his
parents and considerate of his sisters
and brothers. Choose a .man who has
shown that he can save money as well
as make it, and can therefore provide for
a family. Beware of the young fellow
who jollies you with taffy; he is the one
who is likely, after marriage, to lie In
bed while his wife gets up in the morn
ing and makes the fire. Don’t snub the
boy who is too diffident to pop the
question; he is apt to be a diamond in
the rought. Give him a bewitching smile
to help loosen his tongue. A fellow who
is over-confident is likely to be con
ceited and to love himself better than he
IS yo ?B Marr y ior genuine love cam-
bined -with respect and esteem. These
en ,' e 1 ? ve , a surer foundation, but as
the only basts of marriage they won’t
do Dove is a gift and there is no aub-
stitute for It under the sun
Mississippi. UNCLE GEORGE. ■'
that whoever it was nearest to pussy
when she jumped would marry first. Much
laughter followed this proceeding and
congratulations were z-hov, ere-1 mu the
lucky friend.
Years have passed, silver threads
coach goes along much more smoothly
It Is best that husbands should be lookl
cd after by their better halves, when
these are sensible and have hearts in
the right place. Most men are like boys—
interesting and indispensable, but big
threaten to outnumber the brown ones I blunderers In some matters, apt to sav
clustering around my foretop, cl- ildren 1 a.nd do absurd things and offend persons
of my own play around niy chair; I look through lack of tact. It is wifelv dutv
out; it is raining, but the thick walls; to prevent this—to cultivate in the hus-
and the rush and Lite roar "f the city Lunj mmiitiaa ei,. — , , •
somehow drowns its music, but the cool
nights following these rains warn me
that winter Is fast approaching and from
habit more than anything else I take
band the qualities she sees are lacking
and keep him wound up like a watch so
that he will go right. What is pleasanter
to a wife than for her huslband to be
well managed, yet at the same time al-
ANXIOUS MOMENTS FREE
Anxious Moments'' an Vrsrt rrmT*»etoi»
»~wJes» of modern COt &- Jr?!?" °«i« of the
■oerirthint po^lb'e fpjt »«« toon
•ad father are shown in the hscknooiid nwther
Is larce size, 16x10 inches. In nUhiwHfr??.. * Y* P*ctura
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