The Future citizen. (Milledgeville, Ga.) 1914-????, June 20, 1914, Image 4
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THE FUTURE CITIZEN
The Future Citizen
“A Paper with a Purpose”
Printed by the Reformatory Boys
Doing the Best They Can.
Published Promptly as Often as Possible
An echo of the State’s effort to give
every boy a chance in life
Published Every Saturday Afternoon
Georgia State Reformatory
J. E. LOVVORN, Supt.
Entered at the Milledgeville, Georgia
Post Office as Mail Matter of
the Second Class
Subscription: $1.00 In Advance
CHAS. A STALLINGS, Foreman
ABBOTT C. SIMMONS, Compositor
HOWARD A. LANG, Compositor
FINLEY L. BERRY,* Compositor
JAMES B. SIMMONS, Compositor
Brethren and Uncles of the Geo^
gia press, If you have not already
done so, please place the Future
Citizen on your mailing list. We
will appreciate the exchange, and
it will help us and won’t hurt you,
if you think it will, as uncle Jack
Majors say’s, just send us the “Ex.”
and keep the “change.”
The papers help us wonderfully
in getting out our little sheet and in
studying the different make-ups.
besides we have plenty of boys to
read them when we get through
with them. Perhaps we have one
or more from vour county, and they
are alwav glad to get hold of a
home paper.
Just another word, if you see
anything in the Future. Citizen
worth copying you will find it
credited to the original source, and
if no credit is given you may rest
assured it was hatched in our own
incubator.
A newspaper office is a mighty
good place to practice honesty and
and square dealing, as well as
preach it, and we are scrupulously
careful to tote fair. Our purpose is
to help each other and even now
to begin to render some service to
humanity.
We like for the Future Citizen to
attract some public attention, hon
estly if it can ; ot herwise we prefer
p> “Blush unseen and waste our
s weelness on the desert air.”
LEARNING TO FLY
It is said of the eagle that when
the time arrives when the young
birds should leave the nest and
learn to fly, the old eagle takes one
on her back and sails way up, then
lumps the little fellow' out into
space where he learns to fly like
Uncle Remus’s rabbit climbed a tree
“Kase lie’s jisl bleeged ter.”
Of course the mother bird re
mains within a safe distance ready
to catch the ycung eaglet before he
should strike the ground.
Since the boys started to publish
their little paper they have done
double-duty themselves,and besides,
have almost worked the superin
tendent to death, to keep up in di
recting their work, supplying copy
editing their reports and stories.
This working over time without
extra pay has had it's logical and
inevitable result. The superinten
dent has struck and left the boys
to go it alone.
Except for this explanation all
the work of every kind on this
feveek’s issue has been done by the
Reformatory boys aided only by a
murteen year old boy scout.
f I verily believe if these half a
dozen boy printers were placed on a
flat rock in an island in the Pacific
Ocean, with a little printing out
fit. a bundle of second-hand mag
azines and a dog-eared dictionary,
they would produce by Saturday
noon a readable paper, teeming
with boy life and human interest;
provided they had the other hun
dred boys to furnish inspiration
together with department reports
and wireless messages.
How do they do it—Why do
they do it? I-n-t-r-u-s-t and
w-u-r-k. (Where’s that diction
ary?) Oh yes, interest and work;
that’s the answer.
* * * * *
This article was written by the
superintendent and intended to be
used as his only contribution to last
week’s issue, but events of the day
of publication made it necessary to
leave it out to make room for an
article or. the editorial page about
another matter.
It is inserted this week because it
would apply almost as well but
for the absence of the boy scout.
Prayer Oils The Wheels of The
Wagon of Life.
No day should pass without
prayer to Almighty God for guid
ance. You cannot afford to live a
prayerless life. A prayerless life
is an empty life. The old wheels
of life begin to creak when prayer
is neglected. If your life is grow
ing monotonous you are neglecting
to pray. There is nothing that so
intensifies life as to begin the day
and close it with prayer.
A missionary in a heathen land
had grown sadly weary and dis
couraged. He was going forth to
his work with a joyless face, when
his young wile called him back,
went to him, put her hands on his
shoulders and with tears in her
eyes, said: “Oh, Willie, Willie!
Much work and little prayer is
hard work,” Then she led him to
a private room, and there, kneel
ing down, prayed with him as only
one who loved with a true heaven
ly love could prav. From that
room he went forth strong in the
strength which never failed him;
never again was he tempted to sev
er work and prayer.
Prayer is helplessness casting it-
N selt upon power. It is infirmity
leaning on strength and misery
wooing bliss. It is unholiness em
bracing purity, hatred desiring
love. It is corruption panting for
immortality, and the earth born
chiming kindred in the skies. It
is the flight of the soul to the bos
om of God. and the spirit soaring
upward and claiming nativity be
yond the stars. It is the restless
dove on drooping wing turned to
its loved repose. It is the soaring
eagle mounting upward in its
Bight, and with steady gaze pursu
ing the track till lost to all below.
It is the roving wanderer lookin'g
toward his abiding place, where are
his treasures and his gold.
It is the prisoner pleading for
release. It is the mariner of a
dangerous sea, upon the reeling
topmast, decrying the broad and
quiet haven of iepose. It is the
soul, oppressed by earthly soarings,
escaping to a broader and purer
sphere and bathing its plumes in
the ethereal and eternal. Do you
not see that when you neglect
prayer you are neglecting the very
thing that should be most vital in
your lile?—The Musical Light.