The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-03-02
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D RING your weather No matter what is it cannot
- last more than eight weeks.
There is fearful on between the Woman's league
and the Woman's club Of Battle Creek Mich much
that the of the two organizations will not speak as
they pass by Such the evil effects of breakfast food
atmosphere. - +. s'.,~.s:-.. 81 '--E<
The troubles in the Equitable Life promise be long
drawn that of the pocyhoder likely to get
policy in Equitable Death before they settled
Miss Ellen Beach Yaw, the marvellous soprano, has
changed her Mile Eanna and has just made her
debut in Rome The French and Italians could not master
her real Their changes Ellen Beach Yaw have been
grotesqe certain journals referring to the Miss
Ellen Beast Jaw" -~..~-. '-....
The West End Mothers council Of Chicago has been try
ing to change the old childhood "Now lay down
to Sleep and to put in it's place something 'more
euphonous and poetic With all due respect the mothers
Of the West End their suggested lines not sturdy and
fearless the good, old CHOW lay me- Mrs Edgar
A. Hall stated that to her. the line eff should die before
wake' horrible She wanted it out. Here
Is her improvement:
Father, thank Thee for the night
And for the pleasant morning light,
- For rest and food loving
And all that makes the world fair
Mrs. Robert W. Smith had a poem in which the ine
Bess thy little lamb tong h Some of will still
prefer the ''Now lay me- As little boys begin get
along in months in they grow to dislike the e
lamb SMILES and resent Them Bess thy little Indian
tonight would be more in line with their feelings.
Speaking Of childish prayers and things you
sung to sleep to the old hymn tune Of Greenwich Some of
the Words memory carries them, something like
ths<
Hush, my ehild, slumber
Holy angels guard thy bed,
Heavenly blessings without number
Softly fall upon thy head
When read tho dreadful story,
How the Jews abused their king;
How they slew the Lord Of Glory
Makes me angry while sing.
There is something about the tune "Greenville that
awakens tender recoections It composed by Jean
Jacques Rousseau Years ago clipped poem by Ada c.
Sweet entitled Greenve and have kept ever since It
is worth reproducing and keeping:
Something haunting, sweet and TENDER
Borne upon the evening air,
Subtle thoughts no word could render,
Half sigh and half prayer.
South winds blowing, stars showing
And the summer moon is low,
Family growing, fainter going,
Breathes thy song Jean jacques Rousseau!
Lulling, soothing magic singing, -. ~:.:
How the shadows fly away
At b ss sss tiE low op sstss bringing a
South winds blowing, stars showing
And the summer is low,
Years are going-grass is growing
On thy grave Jean Jacques Rousseau
Couldst thou dream of all thy numbers
This the world would love the best9
Sung to ull the children's SAUNDERS,
Message to the tired of rest.
South winds blowing, stars showing,
And the summer moon Is low,
Thy life knowing, tears flowing
Yet for thee, Jean jacques Rousseau
Surely thy weary spirit
Fell an hour Of rare content,
Long ago and still hear it y
Sung, thy mood in music pent
South winds blowing stars showing,
And the summer is low,
Ono flower growing Of thy sowing,
"B1ossoms in tho dust, ~ Rousseau!
So God rules 1t, makes undyine,
Peace and faster every hour
Fades all hatred, wrong and crying,
.- Good alone has lasting power,
South winds blowing, stars showing .*
And the summer moon is low,
Family growing fainter going,
Breathes thy song, Jean Jacques Rosseau!
M->
Several times have expressed severe disapproval
the people who go without breakfastye they persist
wrongheadedness is most annoying especially after the
have been told Breakfast rightly understood outwar
and visible symbol Of inward and spiritual health. Th
quiet and resfu night has washed the mind and heart
and swept them clean. No seeing the morning lih
breaking hate his negbor The little sparrows chipping
and chaterg around the and in the symbol
Of the persistent life We step outside and drink grea
draughts from the invisible cisterns Of It is impossible
to believe in evil.
8 Suddeny-the breakfast bel Glorious sound
Did you square off before glass of spring water
sliced orange chop, baked potato, cup Of fragran
coffee large hole entirely surrounded by doughnu cook
and the broad expansive family SMILE without great
the soul Of thankfuness and good natureq If
have % w