About The Future citizen. (Milledgeville, Ga.) 1914-???? | View Entire Issue (Jan. 16, 1915)
THE FUTURE CITIZEN page 7 L LITTLE :: LOCAL :: LINES m MEMORY GEMS Jj | (Compiled by The Future Citizen) —Every little newsboy has a birth-' day all his own—frequently. —Our paroled boys this week are Wesley Blanchard to Columbus, Jesse Fuller to Newnan, and Earnest Randall to Macon. —Wesley Blanchard, Willie Howell, Julian Dodd, Abner Kiel, Roy Brubak er; and Charlie Evans, each received a nice box from home this week. —Messrs H. L. Johns and W. I. Eady of Wilkinson county called in to see us Saturday, and had their names placed on the honor roll of The Future Citizen subscription list. —Frank Satterfield is proud of a check for a dollar sent him by Dr. T. M. Hall as a reward for finding, and returning the piece of the Doctors operating table that was lost off by the State Farm wag on in moving it to the hospital. —The Milledgeville W. C. T.U. held prayer services at the home of the president Mrs. D. W. Brown Thursday afternoon, this being the day set apart by the National Union as a day of pray er for National Prohibition. —Dr. D. W. Brannen, pastor of the first Presbyterian church of Milledgeville conducted services in the Sunday school room Sunday afternoon at three o’clock, preaching an excellent short sermon to the boys. We are glad to know we are to have Dr.- Brannen with us again occasionally, as we missed him so much last year when his after noons were all taken up with services at the state Sanitarium where he was Chaplain. Under the plan of rotation among the pastors of Milledgeville, that work has been assigned for 1915 to Rev. Harold Major, the pastor of the First Baptist church. —We regret very much that two of our newsies have lost their jobs by vio lating the rule against soliciting or accepting tips. This practice is hard to regulate, but with the assistance of friends in Milledgeville the superinten dent will keep it reduced to a minimum. The rule strictly forbids boys to solicit any kind of gift, or to accept any money tips. The flagrant violations have caused some of the new boys to go to the other extreme by declining to ac cept small tokens voluntarily offered in a purely social way. Our aim is to- have boys conduct themselves always like little gentlemen in normal life We always luce for boys to have good sales, provided they sell only to those who want the paper, but the sale pf papers is a secondary matter; the main thing for them to learn is to conduct themselves like gentlemen, and to observe those rules which we know are necessary. The tippingroad leads by the house of Mendicancy to the station of Dishonesty. When J« A Memory Gem Not A Memory Gem? When Not Committed To Memory Idleness is a constant sin, and labor is ;i duty. Idleness is but the devil’s home for temptation, and unprofitable, dis tracting rn usings. —Baxter. Truth crushed to earth shall rise again: The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, i-.nd dies among his worshipers. —William Cullen Bryant. (continued from page six.) to dive and swim away each one for himself but I would not consent but just told them to stand by me, and they stayed. Now, you would think that a man would never want to go into it again. The message they sent me was this—I can see Charette with his heels to gether as he "said ;*• Sir, the men asked me to tell you that they would go in with you again to night.” Gentleman, we have just taken great responsibility upon congress. What a piece of work is man! How I know responsibility weighs heav- noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! j ily upon each one of you but I want to tell you from my own per- tn form and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, henv like a god! —Francis Bacon. Happiness is reflective, like the light of Heaven: and every Countenance, bright with smiles, and glpwing with innocent enjoyment, is a mirror trans mitting to others the rays of a supre-ne and ever-shinig benevolence — Wiliiam Cullen Bryant. For ’tit the mind that makes the body rich; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, S o . honor peereth in the meanest habit. —Francis Bacon. Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee: Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace. To silence envious tongues; be just, and fear not. —Francis Bacoa. What, thought I, are the distresses of the ri.h? They have friends to shothe— pleasures to beguile—a world to divert and dissipate their griefs. What are the sorrows of the young! Their growing minds soon close above the wound—their elastic spirits soon rise beneath the pres- sure--their green and ductile affections soon twine round new objects. But the sorrows of the poor, who have no out ward appliacces to soothe—the sorrows of the aged, with whom life at best is but a wintry day, and who can look for no after growth of joy—these are indeed soerows which make us feel theimpoten- cy of consolation. — William Cullen Bryant. I-know not what the future hath Of marvel or surprise, Assured alone that life and death His mercy underliei. And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from him can come to me, On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I oi.ly know I cannot drift Beyond His and care. —John G. Whittier. sonal knowledge that the confi dence you have placed in the plain privates, who represent the plain average American citizen out there at the front where the drums are beating the flag is flying and the thunder is in the air—the confidence however great you have placed in them and in the officers that com mand them will not be misplaced. —Advance. GIVE THANKS Walt Mason I’m living in plenty, and Heaven I thank; I’ve eighteen or twenty round plunks in the bank; I’ve coal in the cellar, and taters heap ed there; my wife, Isabellar, has plenty to wear. No mortgages hateful are bothering me, and so I am grateful as mortal can be. But every such blessing is common, though grand; it’s little distressing we know in this land; the kind angels guard us and see we have food, and soothe and reward us with all that is good. With calmness stupendous and nerve quite u few, we take what they send us. as though it were due. Our rubles are clanking—we’ve lots of them near; we’ll do all our thinking one day in the year. Of grub we’ve a crateful, stored safely away; we’ll show we are grateful on Thanks giving Day. Out meadow land raises a harvest sublime, we’ll put up our praises some day when we’ve time. We folks who are living in fatness and ease should spend our Thanksgiving this year on our knees; whole nations are starving where war dogs are loose, while we are a-carving the turkey or goose The paper—just skim it for news of the fray; if grateful, why limit our thanks to one day ?. 4 'The tipping Koad Leads by the Mouse ot Mendicancy to the Station ot Dishonesty
