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You may talk about your rabid raids on
appetite appeasers and tell of the gorm
andizing of sated aristocrats, but unless
you have been a part of a Georgia bar
becue you don’t know all about eating.
The concoctions of a short mustached
Frenchman with a big salary and an artis
tic temperament may be fit to set before
a luxury loving people where bright lights
and happy music and the syncopated
laughter create a situation intended to
satisfy the disciples of epicurus. but a
bright day, a smooth sandy field, a shal
low trench over which is stretched a sec
" tion of woven wire fence, a half dozen
hogs split down the middle and fattened
out, the same number of sheep, treated
in the same way or a couple of sides of
beef, a pile of pales for coals and six or
eight sons of Africa to manage the affair
and you have the beggining of a big eat
feast in Georgia.
Everbody and his relations are there.
The mayor with his distinguished smile
and beautiful daughter, the high-school
principal with his dignity and satellites
of less dignity, the pillars of the church,
the judge, who was once a senator, the
banker and the ex-bookmaker, gray
headed colonels with spring in their step
and maytime in their eyes, old folks and
young folks, al! gay and effervescing with
suppressed enthusiasm and ill-concealed
anti cipation.
THE FOLKS AT HOME
BELIEVE IN ME
By Rev. William H. Phelps.
He was a banker’s son, but ran away
from his father’s choice of a profession
e;,nd entered the ministry. This is the
story:
I was a long time figuring out what
I was to be in life and I changed my
mind seven times before I finally decided
on my life work. First of all, I planned
to be a farmer and took lessons every
Saturday at. my grandfather's farm. Then
I decided to be a breeder of fancy chick
ens and I still recall the thrill connected
with the incubator’s first output, two
chicks by actual count. X raised exactly
50 per cent of this first crop.
While I was building a substantial
chicken house I was sure that a carpen
ter’s life would be mine, but- the next
house was more elaborate and I looked
forward to being a contractor and builder
and possibly an architect.
A little later the physical laboratory
stirred in me the desire to become an
engineer, mechanical and electrical in
turn, and the minister's son and myself
wrote to the consul at one of the South
American pdrts to see what the prospects
would be for engineers of Class A. He
had, doubts, but we did not shate them.
-The lure of my father's business never
got hold. of me. I worked in the bank
for two weeks emptying wastebaskets and
running errands and opening shutters. 1
never dreamed that my father was se
cretly hoping that I would like it and
show an aptitude for it.
All these high school years I had been
ident’fled with the church and the boys’
department of the Y. M. C. A. Both the
secretary and the pastor trusted me with
a little responsibility and I did some re
ligious work.
A Canadian evangelist became pastor
of our church and his enthusiastic min
istry unconsciously challenged all my life
plans, and without a word from him or
anyone else I turned slowly but surely
toward the ministry. I felt that tha’
was what I ought to do and I soon came
to waijt to do it. As I look back I ■wonder
at my nerve, for I knew so little of the
b’g responsibilities of the ministry. Nor
did I think of salary or what size church
1 would be able to fill. I just "went to
it."
It was all done so quietly in my own
heart that I have forgotten most of the
details except the word of my mother.
“That iij just what I have always prayed
that you might be.” Surely that is part
of the rccret. I have always been glad
that I was not named John Wesley and
reminded daily that I was to be a min
ister. There was a better way; I was
given the inalienable right of the child to
seek and find God's plan for his life.
Only a few days ago did I learn the
real part that father played. Here it is
in my mother's own words:
"Father always hoped and expected to
have you with him In his business. The
night you told him that you were to be
a minister I had gone to bed early. When
he came upstairs after a long talk with
vou, his first words were, ‘What do you
think Will wants?' It frightened me and
I said, 'What is it, tell me quickly.’
‘What do you think. Will wants to be a
preacher.' I said ,‘Why, of course. I. al
wavs honed he would be.’ He answered.
‘Why didn’t you tell me; I never thought
of such a thing, for I have always want
ed to have him with me in the bank.’
Page 14
A GEORGIA BARBECUE
The meat is laid on the wire and hot
coals are shc veled into the trench under
it. Deep gashes have been cut into the
hams and the thick parts of flesh, evid
ently to give smoke and cinders a better
opportunity to permeate all parts of the
flesh. At intervals whenever they happen
to think of it a couple of negroes grab a
pig, catching it crosswise by diagonal
legs, and flop it over by the count. This
assures each side getting its share of cin
ders and sand. Also it furnishes a mom
entary thrill for the spectators,
for the holds are slippery and
the movements of the actors clumsy. One
constantly expects carcass or negroes to
fall into the pit. This ceremony is kept
up a number of hours, depending on the
patience of the audience and the pay of
the cooks. When the appetites of the
crow 1 have been werked up to a pitch
where- the people would eat anything
cooked, raw, rare, well-done or burnt, the
barbecued meat is taken’ off, cut up and
the "line” starts.
Meanwhile fairies have been at work
when the people were not looking. Things
gbod to look at and better to eat appear
on the long wooden tables —yarns sugared
and fit for the great Yam-Yam himself,
pickles, potatoes, rice, tomatoes, bread
and butter, a big caldron full of real cof
fee, etc. Also there is a wonderful and
"When you decided, then ho said. ‘lf
that is to be his work, I shall give the
very best I can that he may do it well.’
The plan of telephoning' to you each
Sunday night to find out how the day has
gone was his own idea. He watches the
papers every week for anything about you
and always is delighted if he finds it be
fore I do. His heart has always beer
bound up in you and your work, closer
I believe, than many fathers.”
Who would not be faithful to his trus<
when backed by a father like that? My
debt to him cannot be paid in the coin of
this realm. Every Sunday night for many
years he and mother telephoned me, some
years half way across the state. The
knowledge that the folks at home believe
in me has been one of the greatest force?
injriy life.—From Association Men.
FATHER AND SON WEEK
JOSEPHUS DANIELS 1
Secretary of the Navy
There is nothing more important at
any time than that there should be
intimate and sympathetic relations
between fathers and sons and any ef
fort to further this puspose has my
cordial endorsement. There is noth
ing more stimulating and helpful to
both fathers and sons than an inti
mate feeling of comradeship and mu
tual understanding. In these days of
stress and sacrifice, when our sons
are being called upon in great num
bers to carry on for us the battle for
freedom across the seas, it is especial
ly' important that the ties hold them
to their hJmes and to an intimate,
sympathetic relation with their fath
ers. This should be conserved and
strengthened in every possible way.
Nothing will do more to keep our sol
diers straight and clean than the
right sort of home ties. Thespian of
the association for a national father
and-son week will help to conserve
the spiritual interests of our enlisted
men.
A MOTHER’S PARTING
(Rev.) T. E. Duffield. •
Good-bye, good-bye, my boy;
You're going to the war;
To part with you 'tis hard.
But rfiy joy it will not mar.
CHORUS:
Good-bye, good-bye, my boy;
Fight for your country dear;
A slacker do not be
Like others who are here.
Good-by*, my darling boy;
. Your country’s call obey:
Fight right for liberty,
She beckons you today.
Good-bye, my soldier boy;
My tears are flowing fast:
But in my heart is joy
To let you go at last.
Good-bye. my own brave boy;
To Teuton never. yield:
You will return to me.
With or upon your shield.
TRENCH AND CAMP
awfully’ built hash, spicy and mysterious,
as hash should be, but irresistible.
Os course an elaborate stuffing is hand
ed out with the barbecued meat. And un
fortunate is the one who misses the dress
ing that is ladled out with a rag tied to
stick. Dip the lag in the pot and let
the dressing drip over the meat. Unless
this is done conscientiously the
whole effect is spoiled. However,
if done according to regulations it
gives one a ravenous appetite,■imakes him
think he is a savage at his annual full
feed.
Then you eat, regardless of former hab
its, your own good name, or the reputa
tion of your family. Tour only regret in
life is your limited abdominal capacity
and you pay little attention to that unt'il
you have passed the last danger signal
Then the ladies come around with more to
eat. This adds a touch of tragedy for no
one could resist their invitation to eat a
little more of "this or that. After it is all
over you can go home and sleep it off. It
aa ill leave nothing but a pleasant memory
GILPIN.
Ambulance Co. No. 109.
“LET YOUR VALENTINE BE
FLOWERS.”
Through our Florist Telegraph Delivery we can
deliver anywhere in the world for you.
An artistic thought is what we have in mind for
you.
STULB’S NURSERY
wl 1 C
OUR» DEFENSE
Our boys are defending
this country on the high seas
and on the land. Our own
defense against a common
enemy is to keep the system
clean by ridding the body of
the toxins, or poisons, which
are bred in the intestines.
When you feel tired, sleepy,
headachy, when your breath
is offensive, or pimples ap
pear on the face and neck,
it is time to recognize the
danger and protect your
bodily health by taking a
good laxative or liver medi
cine.
i The machinery of the body
needs to be oiled, kept in
good condition, just as the
guns or machinery of a ship.
Why should a human person
February 13
Army Well Cared For
After a gruelling examination before
a congressional committee Secretary of
War Baker addressed his examiners as
follows:
let me be frank with you
and let your judgment be frank w’ith
me about this. Has any army in his
torv. ever, since the beginning of time,
been so raised and cared for .as thia
army has? Can the picture be dupli
cated? We have raised this army, tak
ing the regular and the National Guard,
raising it to war strength, and sup
plementing it by the operation of a
draft, and there are senator in this
room who said to me in grief, when
we proposed that that form of raising
the soldiers should be had, they shook
their heads and said, ‘Mr. Secretary,
it can’t be done. It is too sudden to
address to the American people that
mode of selecting soldiers.
‘And yet, has any great enterprise
within the knowledge of any man in
this room, ever been carried out with
more unfailing jus e, with more in
telligent explanation and commenda
tion to the good sense and patriotism of
the American people, and has any great
and revolutionary change in our mode
of practice ever been accepted so splen
didly as the operation of the selective
service system?
"We have got those young men in
camp and they are surrounded from
the day they left home until the day
they come back to it, if in God's Prov
idnee they can come back, with more
agencies for their protection and com
fort and health and happiness, physical,
spiritual and mental, than any army
that ever went out on a field.
> “I have gone fro..i camp to camp
among these cantonments, and my first
question almost invariably to the camp
commander is ‘What about your dis
ciplinary problem?’ Old men in the
army, men whose lives have been spent
in it from their boyhood and who have
been all over the continental United
States and through its insular posses
sions wherever our armies have been,
who know the life of the soldier and
the camp and the post, all state with
one accord, and no exception, that they
have never seen anything like it. The
disciplinary i roblems of the army are
reduced to a negligible quantity, and
instead of the melancholy and pathetic
parade through the Secretary of War’s
office of court-martial after court
martial, of men who have fallen down
and yielded to temptation under these
unusual circumstances, which used to
obtain, I have an infrequent case now
of court-martial by reason of such
weakness.”
neglect his own
more than that of his auto-f
mobile or his guns? Yet
most people do neglect them-'
selves. Their tongue has a
dark brown color, skin sal
low, breath bad, yet they fail
to see that their machinery
needs attention.
Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pel
lets have been known for
nearly half a century. They
are made of May-apple,:
leaves of aloe and jalap,
made into a tiny pellet and
coated with sugar. They are
standard and efficacious. You
can obtain them at any drug
store in vials for twenty-five
cents. Ask for Dr. Pierce’s
Pleasant Pellets—and get no>
other 1 !
