About The Future citizen. (Milledgeville, Ga.) 1914-???? | View Entire Issue (Jan. 30, 1915)
PAGE 6. THE FUTURE CITIZEN. MY AUTO. MAL ROSE My auto, ’tis of thee— Short cut to poverty— Of thee I chant. 1 blew a pile of dough For thee two years ago, And now you quite refuse to go, Or won’t, or can’t. Through town and countryside You were my joy and pride— Ah, happy day. I loved thy gaudy hue, Thy nice white tires so new; Now you’re down and out for true In every way. To thee, old rattlebox, Came many bumps and knocks — For thee I grieve. Frayed are thy seats and worn, Badly thy top is torn, Whooping cough affects thy horn, I do believe. Thy perfume swells the breeze, While good folks choke and wheeze, As we pass by. I paid for thee a price, 'Twould buy a mansion twice, Now r everybody’s yelling “Ice—” I wonder why. The motor has the grippe, •The sparkplug has the pip, And woe is thine. I, too, have suffered chills, Ague and kindred ills, Endeavoring to pay my bills Since thou wert mine. Gore is my bank roll now, No more ’twould choke the cow, As once before. Yet, if I had the yen, So help me, John —amen, I’d buy myself a car again And speed some more. LIFTED BURDENS The camel at the close of day, Kneels down upon the sandy plain To have his burden lifted off And rest again. My soul! Thou, too, shouldst to thy knees When daylight draweth to a close To have thy Master lift the load. And grant repose. The camel kneels at morning dawn To have his guide replace the load, Then rises up anew take The desert road. So shouUst thou kneel at morning dawn That God may give thee daily care, Assured that he no load too great Will make thee bei r. —Anne Vaughn Young America at the Scratch Two thousand miles, from Okla homa to Pasadena, over desert plains, mountains and sand, is the ride that Arthur Stert took last fall in order to get to college. He made the trip on an old motorcycle. He had heard of Throop college, at Pasadena, and of the opportun ities it afforded young men for working their way to an education He bundled up his clot hes and strap ped them to his handle bar of his machine. Then he started out up on the journey that occupied two months. lie arrived at his desti nation tanned brown, penniless, with haidened muscles and a hap py heart, and is now very busy at his engineering*studies. His route was northwestward to Denver, then to Ogden, Utah ; a- cross the Nevada desert to Reno, then to Sacramento. In the trip south from San Francisco he fol lowed the coast route. • In the long journey to Pasadena, says a Los Angeles newspaper, Stert met with many hardships. Several times it was necessary for him to push his machine for sever al miles through desert sands. Once, while crossing the * mountains this side of Trukee, he had to push his mount for more than a mile up a sleep road. During the trip he j slept in the open most of the time, < cooking his meals and “camping out ” where ever night found him. Stert is a good example of Young America. Young America is alive with op portunity. He is not “content with the position in which Provi dence has placed him.” lie pro poses to better that condition. The one big, vital word America stands for is OPPORTUNITY. Young America does not sit a- round and wait for somebody with money to send him to college or give him any other advantages. He hustles for his own advantages Young Amer-ica knows there are plenty of schools and colleges where a boy with grit can get education by jiis own efforts. Thousands of’ young men are working their way J through American institutions of : learning, and are highly respected by the student body. . Young America realizes that the untrained man to-day has a poor chance. There is less and less opening for mere manual labor. A MAD WORLD Walt Mason. While seated in my warm abode I see John Doe pass up the road, that man of many-woes; he wears one rubber.and one shoe, the win try blast is blowing through his whiskers and his clothes. He has no place to sleep or eat, his only refuge is the street, his shelter heaven’s vault; I see him in the storm abroad, and say, “But for the grace of God, there goes your uncle Walt.” John Doe with gifts was richly blest; he might have distanced all the rest, had Fortune kindly been ; but Fortune put the kibosh on the efforts of the luckless John, and never wore a grin. I wonder why an Edgar Poe found life a wilderness of woe, and starv ed in garrets bare, while bards who* cannot sing for prunes eat costly grub from golden spoons, and pur ple raiment wear. I wonder why a Robert Burns must try all kinds of shifts and turns to gain his daily bread, the while a Southey basked at ease and stuffed himself with jam and cheese, a wreath upon his head. Such things have never been explained; I know not why it is ordained that I find life a snap; and gazing from my door I see John Doe, in speechless misery, a home less, hungry chap. Every department of industry is calling for the expert head and hand. The boy or girl who will not go to school is a fool. Young America is unafraid, effi cient, hopeful, forceful One has only to look at the pupils in any of our colleges to see the magnificent equipment of America for to-mor row’s struggles and problems. Young America is cleaner, de- center and better prepared than any preceding generation. It is hoped that all those young people who are complaining that they have no one to help them, and that therefore they cannot get an education, may get this picture firmly fixed in their mind’s eye, the picture of young Stert on his two thousand mile journey across the desert to get to college, Hearst’s Magazine. The tipping tfoad Leads by the House ot Mendicancy to the Station of Dishonesty
