The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1900-12-10
"Son9S Of the Soil"
Ry FRANK L. STANTON
All at Home.

g. FRANK L. STANTON
All at Home.
Dey won't git desc hesh toy drums.
Don't live on honeycomnD
Dey don't git much wen Christmas
comes.
But do chiliun all at home
Oh. de chillun all at home!
Dey sees rich chilluns wild dey toys,
Ez by de do dey roam:
Dey don't have things lax yuther boys.
But bless God. dey all home
De chillun al! at home.
En- wen de night win BLOWN col.
En- do white snow fall LAX foam;
L bless de Lawd wild all my soul
Dat de chillun all at home
De chil!un all at home!
Some Georgia Nuggets.
The saying Is. Christmas comes but
once a year" but, brethren, after you
pass thirty it seems to come twice.
Time flies so fast that when we wake
up to find that it has left us forever we
wonder how We ever kept up with 1t at
all
There is plenty of gold in the land: but
the trouble is we don't like to pull off our
coats and roll up our sleeves and dig
for It,
We are supposed to make hay while
the sun shines. That's why some of the
lazy fellows eternally thank God for rain
His Christmas Dram.
l drinks my dram in de Christmas time
NY dram er con en- rye:
But 'possum meat
Is all ! eat
Kaze dc turkey roos' too high.
/ 'bleege ter pass i'm by
Wen he wake en- wink his eye:
He up en- low:
II got YOU now.
Fer YOU des can't climb dis highr'
Oh. 'possum good in de Christmas time.
En- de whole year roun'-my. my!
But turkey meat
Would be mighty sweet
Ef he didn't roos so high!
1 'bleege ter pass i'm by
Wen he wake en- wink his eye:
lie up en- low:
Il got you now.
Fer YOU des can't climb dis highr'
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THE fire Of genius" says a Georgia
philosopher. wont do to warm by in
this shivering weather."
Christmas Times.
Christmas times in Georgia--them's the
times fer me!
Fellers jest as happy as the Lord would
have EN- be.
All yer cares fergotten-not a cloud in
sight;
Tune us UP that fiddle. an swing the
corners right!
Christmas times in Georgial Fellers.
femme say
Frost fakes in the furrow beats roses
in the May!
DO the winds blow chilly? Gray clouds
in the sky?
Hear the oak logs crackIel Watch the
red sparks ny!
Christmas times in Georgia, Come in
thar you folksl
Here We air. a-crackiu' of hick rynuts
am jokes
See the big fire bla7in ike the sun by
day:
Roof wen be a-raisin' when all the hd-
dies play!
Christmas times in Georgia-that's the
word I said
Violets blue. l reckon. but the holly
berrys red!
All the cares O. summer laid with her
away.
songblrds hushed an quiet; but hear the
hddles play,
Christmas times! I tell you they're times
that's hard to beat.
Don't the boys step lively Don't the
gals look sweet!
Come in thar. you people-room here in
the hall
Take yer rosy partners-swing yer sweet
hearts all
Several of our friends" says the Bill
willie Banner, who were coming to spend
the holidays with us, were wrecked by 4
railroad train on the way. Provisions
have been scarce with us for some time
past. and we consider this Providential
Interference"
A Picture.
In path where the thorns are crimson.
GIold fast TO the faith that's strongD
In bitter path. with the thorns Of
wrath
And life rs brief as song,
In n night that is dark and lonely
Where the black storms sweep along;
Crying for light I'm that lonely night
And life as brief as a song.
In world of the unforgiven-
A pale face in the th.ong.
1t is only Love makes heaven
And life as brief as a song!
A Holiday Schemer.
Look out fer de lii chllun,
When de Chris mus time come long!
Don't pass 'em by
Wild a half-shet eye;
Dey singiu' de Christmas songl
Look out fer de liz chillun.
En- min dat 1 toll you dat!
En- member dis
Dey sholy is
Thirteen whar ! lives at!
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