American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1908-02-22

and d grassy lawn costs almost nothing,
yet they make US better men, better
women, better citizens. II brings US
nearer our Creator, as we live in
home that gives the purest thoughts
and inspirations. The human soul longs
for the companionship Of trees and flow
ers, and one who loves them cannot be
wholly bad man, woman or child
often wonder what kind Of an idea
some Of our old bachelors have when
they come 10 Idaho TO make home.
DO they think Of home without com
psnion? remember once stopping at
the home of an old bachelor. He had
tin plates to eat from and tin cups to
drink from. wondered why he had so
many cats. bat when the meal was over
found out He set the plates down
with things gathered from the table
and the eats washed the dishes.
What kind Of an ideal must the old
maids have in coming TO Idaho TO make
home? A home without companion
10 share their joys and sorrows? We
csnno, think of such a thing in eonnec-
ton with the better sex. Old maids
have cats too, but have never been
able to make out just why they have
them. Perhaps it is because of the
maternal instinct. Any way. they do
not use them for the same purpose that
the old bachelors do.
have spoken of the outside, now
wish TO speak Of the inside of the home.
A home cannot be such without hus-
band and wife. IL is 10 our shame that
many people get married never intend
ing TO rear ehihren, and sometimes
when they do come they are not well
come. A home must have more than
husband and wife, there must be in it
father and mother and children.
The handspring of the true home is
love. Perhaps no home is so happy and
so complete as the one in which the
Man of Calvary is enthroned, where
His teachings and His loving precepts
are put into practice. A home where
love dwells, be j; ever so humble. is the
true American home. They tell me
that in some languages they have no
such word as home. am sorry for the
people who do not have the idea or the
word indicating what the home should
be.
Many of US older folk who have passed
the prime of life, whose hair is begin
ming TO blossom for the grave. are not
looking forward with the same zest as
We once did; we are, rather, looking
backward. At this time of life the
home and the home scenes become
dearer, especially the memories of our
early childhood home which give COM
fort amid the cares that the old man OF
the old lady nearing the other shore
may have. This is especially true il
they then be living in their homestead,
the product Of their combined ideals and
lsbors, where they can go down the sun
set side of life sitting under their own
vine and fig tree, approaching the other
shore with calmness and confidence
that all is well.
In closing this address TO you. my
friends, ] wish to repeat to you the
language of song that learned many
years ago, and sincerely hope, as the
shadows begin to draw over your life,
that your experience at that sunset may
be as indicated in these lines:
I am dreaming = dream. this afternoon.
OF days accounted eAien.
i When laughter came silver chime
And youthful smiles were golden.
Ny daughter sec and the little boy.
1 Those pledges Of love that crowned my JOY
And The tAhc comes too and W. all now meet
And wekiss them oft-o my dreams were sweet,
But am dreaming no more this lone midnight.
/ For the enhers give out but feeble light
4 hear a step in the outer hall
/ Good night. good night, for the angels call