Industrial freedom. [volume] (Edison, Wash.) 1898-1???, 1898-11-26
GHllADREN'S CORNER +, ,
Communications for this d. part
ment should be addressed to
H. q Miss HELEN J. WESCOTT, I
Sss" State Agricultural College,
Manhattan, Kansas. >:

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BROTHERHOOD is LOVING SERVICE.
Oh, children, what are all our contrivings,
And the wisdom of our books
When compared with your caresses
And the gladness of your looks?
Ye are better than all the ballads that were
ever sung or said,
For we are the living poems, and all the rest
are dead.
-Longfellow.
Dear Boys and Girls
We have nice letter from a young
brother this week, who remembered
us when he found poem he thought
we should like to read, and so he sent
it to the corner, where we could all
read it; he writes:
Dear Sister Helen.
am young Socialist. l live in Albany,
the capital city of New York State. | Just
wish that l could get out in Equality and go
nuttlng with the boys and girls and run err
rands for men andwomen. am twelve years
old, and hope to live in Equality by next
spring if not sooner.
l like to read the Childrens Corner in In
dustrial Freedom, and will write letters for
IHe paper lF6que II you nave no ODJeculClS.
l send you for publication this little clipping.
Yours for cooperation,
RALPH LEWIS.
Albany, New York, Nov I, 1898.
SOME OF THESE DAYS.
Some of these days all the skies will be
Some of these days all the burdens will be
lighter:
Hearts will be happier-souls will be winter
Some of these days.
Some of these days. in the deserts upspringing,
Fountains shall flash while the 10Y bells are
ringing,
And the world with its sweetest of birds shall
go singing
Some of these days.
Some of these days. Let us bear with our
sorrow.
Faith in the future-its light we may borrow;
There will be JOY in the golden Tomorrow
Some of these days.
/ hope every girl and boy who reads
this will read it more than once, and
will think what it means, and will try
to realize how beautiful it is to know,
not only that such glad and joyful
time is coming, but that we are all
ableto help in bringingit. Not a single
boy or girl who reads this, no matter
where he or she may be, but can do
something to hasten that beautiful
"sOme day. 1t doesn't make any
difference how poor you may be, nor
how far out in the country away from
people you may live, there isn't sim
gle day that you can't do something
to bring that "sOme day" nearer than
it would be if you didn't do it. Isn't
this a beautiful thing to think of?
Let me try to tell YOU how it seems
to me that the little things that each
one of us may do, no matter where
we are, may help or hinder the gold
en- tomorrow.
Of course you all know as well as |
do that it is only kindness that makes
the world happy, and that if we had
our deserts full of fountains and sing
ing birds, and had all the beautiful
things we wanted about us every
where and yet men hated each other
and there was no kindness in their
hearts, no one would be happy.
Then let us think of all the kind
thoughts and words and acts as max
ing one great reservoir of kindness,
and that the gladness of all the world
Ndli SloN OiliN etS lhS NolNio III lAllS
reservoir rise.
Now suppose there were little pipes
from this reservoir-invisible pipes,
you know-connected with the heart
of everybody, little and big, and then
every time there was really kind, I'M
selfish thought or impulse, prompting
one to do kind act for someone else,
that heart throb should send a drop
ofwater through this invisible pipe to
the reservoir; there it would mingle
with the other waters, and all these
little pipes-so many millions of them
altOgether-always flowing in, would
keep the waters rising all the time,
every single drop adding its mite to
the whole. You can all see how this
would be-
Now it seems to me that it is really
very much like that when we try to
be as kind and unselhsh as we can,
even in the smallest ways. 1t doesn't
make any difference whether anyone
knows that we have done a kindness;
the kind impulse goes out and be-
comes a part of the great reservoir of
kindness that is helping to lift the
world into the beautiful time spoken
of in the poem. Your little bit Of self
denial for the sake OF tired father, or
fretful baby, or nervous mother. or of
some playmate who perhaps may not
have been so kind to yOu-all these
will AO,,, ont aud swell the ever RISING