The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-02-17
'Monest Pleasanf Persons
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WHAT TO sAv TODAY.

Ia a. Table Talk fsr nrsnssdes During the
 Three Meals.
 Breakfast---Well, tt got clear at last This cold weather makes me feel like aast,s aaotssr msn o'd ThsE Is y., mighty sss Council meets again tonight. Seems to me they are always meeting. I wonder what they will finally do about the Fountain. Politics is certainly warm
 funcheon.--I never had any ambi- tion. to hold oface. hope we get q good police commission. valentine Day is just about like Christmas. some thing so ass the shdssn sns wita 1a There land. Prohibition will soon be here. They can't fool me; knew who sent me valentines. Women are all alike; yoS never can depend on them asa most men are honest if you go at them right. I think that I understand wo- men. bet ThAw and his wife sepa- can nnso not hs os how any ons could De angered by 2 trihe like q won't last long. They are not going to move the Fountain when the yemen snsr, settle the car line tonight.
 An Osjecticnasie object Lesson.
 When Henry Thaxton, negro. was hanged February 10 in Birmingham because he had done murder. the sher. iff of the Jefferson County jail admitted four little white boys to the jail yard where the gaIlows stood A bit of the news-stcry of the hanging is here copied:
 "Four little white boys. under 12 years of age, were permitted inside of she sshsrin J. hasns azsfred thaf ar, object lesson be given boys"
 Once upon time six little boys sat upon as many little boughs in tall tree and wstshed q man hanged. When 1hsa only chance results of fortuitous clutches through the foliage beneath them that saved them from going all the way to the ground. One of them, score and ten. has not forgotten how to be a pleasant person. smiled remi- niscently when he told about the fall. He sighed when he told about the hanging. He fought in the war TOT have killed men. The comrades who because of long and faithful compan- ionship on the firing line and at the camp fire had become his friends were cut down by the sciths % tiMe HKe was twice griewousiy wounded. But he never forgot the hanging. Even now, perhaps, the sight of that man, a puppet on string with Fate weariiy to him in the night season. He wishes he had never seen it.
 It was a very morbid sort of object lesson that the high Sheriff of Jefferson coTntg S Srsss ts % %ss sos fSns tssard ads a sort of Roman holiday. Even when one grants that hanging is necessary one is apt to think that those wno perforce of duty must see r are 10 be permitted rather thas envied. Hu- man life is a very triling matter when If is another's human life. But even So. it is rather a morbid interest that finds satisfaction in the spectacle or sons will some day point e moral and adorn tale with the memory. Per- haps they will only have nightmares: :: Perhaps they will become men as cruel as the Fate that smiitngiy joggied the puppet.
 A PIeauan2 PeRuon Protests.
 ''Your dissertation upon the Orna. mentation of the Upper Left Hand Coat desi OSKet st plsssuSe Tss us ssiS n Pisasant Per. son. 'sThere are many pagan prac' tices that have crept into our Chris ''SSS Eve nut on black to mourn our dead the heathen paints his shces white for the same purpose. We put beg gar on the rock pile for being hungry and asking alms--the heathen, espe- him bread and teaches his children to feed the hungry, and send them on
 eve put thousands of dollars into magnificent ediflces in which we may chant anthems of praise to the living God. and come out to find His immortal creatures starving all around us."
 ~r.uA s- ness who sits down to Sunday night sup per with gayety. He is fortunate if he Is even contented. It is the saddest of the score or more of meals that every or not. Except that food for thought is never totally digested. The food for thought at Sunday Night supper Is Ike the food for actual consumption; 1t IS what we have not been able to get rid of during the day; it is cold. cheer less, a promiscuous hodge.podge Of things we should never think or eat if we were not compelled.
 Everybody feels that way about 1t. Everybody is sad with a vague, mex plicable moodiness that defies analysis but yet nay be analysed. Sunday night supper time is just niche in the Chinese wal or tlme tnsL hsia ns1ses snses from the illimitable confines of eter- nity. We are tired of ourselves with whom we have lived all day. We are tired of bAing not tired: onr daily la- bors have been cast aside. and the most of us are but poorly tried indeed in the amusement of ourselves whom we have not our works; we have forgotten how to play. As the long day waaes. and the darkness begins to close about us, we can no longer fight away the op- pressing gloom.
 The gloom is sacred, if we but knew it; 1t Is the subconscious meditation of sins and sorrows, joys and deeds of goodness. done in the past, planned for the future week. Sunday night sup per is a gross violation of the sanotity, and we know 1t. Once 1t is done and over, we are we'll again.