The news & observer., 1905-12-17

cnQfcn all over the state ana all over
| the country-services with beautiful
| music and eloquent sermons and lib
eral contributions; but nowhere in all
the round earth is there or can there
be a sweeter or richer observance of
| this modern Feast of Tabernacles
| than with the fatherleSS in an orphan
| home. Spend it, if you will, with me
| at Thomasville this year and let us
| enjoy it together.
The Day and the Child.
AS bright a day as ever beamed
upon our earth with just the edge of
the winter in it; and d special cause
| for thanksgiving that il is so. For
on this day all over the State the peo-
pie are gathering in their accustomed
places of worship to render thanks
| to the All-Good and pour out their
gifts to the fatherless.. For these
boys and girls and their like, PRAYERS
are ascending today in many church
and home; unnumbered offerings are
being made by willing hands; and
| from thousands of heart-fountains the
| streams of sympathy are set flowing
hitherWard. 1t is a happy concep-
ton and a beautiful custom that with
us the day of national Thanksgiving
is the especial day Of the orphans re-
membrance. The day and the child
blessed union; let no man put them
| aSunder!
BaptiSmS FOurScOre
In the ravine by the Dining Hall
| there is a temporary pool and this
is the history of it: For two weeks
| Pastor Harrill and Evangelist String
field, yokefellows true and tried and
tender have been holding revival SER
vices here day after day. Nowhere a
1 coil fnx hn dc
of truth and never a better time for
the work spiritual than upon hearts
| which are WAX to receive but marble
| to retain And yesterday was the
| FIST sheaf of the harvest: for in
this Orphanage baptistry hundreds
crowding the slope on either hand. a
! balmier air than usual enVeloping, and
the open heaven bending above-here
seventy-nine of the orphans and four
of their friends passed through the
baptismal waters into the visible SER
vice of the Father of the fatherless.
| An impressive scene, one worth going
| many a mile TO see and never to be
! forgotten.
Boys and Biddies.
Commotion at the chicken lot Of the
| Simmons Nursery: a half dozen of the
| wee boys of the Orphanage are all
| aglee. Evidently something unusual
has happened: what can it be? Turn
aside and you learn that four new
biddies have just arrived and some
little Columbus made the discovery
| and spread the news through the
| building and SO here they are to well
come the tiny feathered newcomers
| They do it with a will, and the she'll
| burSters chirp back their apprecia-
| ton.
/ TatherieSS Farmers.
Broad, rolling acres AROUND and
| about, and many q strong boyiSh arm
| to be made stronger still and more
| useful tilling the fields and raising
the Orphanage crops. Sixty or more
of the boys are at the disposal of Mr.
| AVeritt as they are needed and about
thirty-fiVe are regularly employed out
of school hours. Tools enough are at
hand-mower and reaper and drill
and harrow and rake and roller-to
help on the work and now you see
thirty-tive acres in wheat, eight in
| crimson clover, six in oats, and four
in rye. This past season the wheat
crop ran up to four hundred and six
ty bushels and the corn, owing to a
destructive hail, was only about four
hundred bushels. Air and soil and
sunshine and crops-good for every"
body and good especially for these
|
! stalWart manhood.
The Orphanage Gridiron.
What boy does not love ball? And
| these are boys. In the leisure of the
holiday you expect them to show
their hand and-foot! So here is
Frank Williams, sock rent at knee,
sweater on, and knife chained, blow
ing up a ball; and B. Snider, James
| IJ11tpbirc and others ready to
| join in the game And with what zest
| they Kick the ball! Better still is the
afternoon game on the Background,
| reckless and rootless, clean and mel
! low. See the dust fly as they tumble
| together-nobody hurt, all in good
| spirit, then up and at it again! Boys
are boys and ball is ball and we'll they
fit together.
Kites, Crossbows, and Darts
| Group of boys by the Chowan
! Buildng-something going on, sure.
! Stop and see. Yonder is a kite sail
| ing far up above the trees. Here is
| Benny Ingram with his crossbow
| shooting a nail at a tree. Jay Ingle
the crossbow manufacturer, is stand
| ing by, and there is James Burleson
with his knife whiting out another.
| And here is Shuford Adams with his
stick and knotted string to which he
! affixes a white pine dart and hurls 1t
away with fair accuracy and for
good distance. Here in the window
| sits Crawford Smith coming a speller
as he views the scene. And peep
within reveals two little youngsters
with needle and thread stitching and
stitching away. Kites and crossbows
and darts. books and needles and
| thread-something is going on, sure.
Rabbit Hunters.
There is game on these acres and
of course there are Nimrods among
the older boys in these buildings. The
rabbits in particular are prizes to be
coveted, and the veteran hunters at
! the moment are John Owen and Ken
meth Pittman. John says they have
six guns set. and any boy on the
ground can tell you they have already
caught twenty rabbits this winter A
good record. and it has not been
equaled, as the knowing ones can tes-
tify, since Cyrus Howell caught fifty
two one winter in the by-gone
Visit of the Death Angel.
Beautiful day and blessed spot