The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1909-04-23
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variety is the spice OF life"

By ). NICK. I.

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One Of the finest citizens in the
United States passed away last
month. Wncn George f. Angel
died in Boston he was sincerely
mourncd by thousands. His little
paper, "Our Dumb Animals" was
circulated all over the country and
was "A power for good. The only
unpleasant thing that ever happened
to him was the fact that the Wash
ingtuu School Board prohibited the
reading Of this magazine in school
the useless slaughter of animals by
the President of the United States.
At the funeral in Boston many
horses were in line and all of them
wore II mourning rosette in their
harness, and In fact every horse in
Boston wore this same badge. Count.
less tributes were paid to him by all
the prominent writer's in the coun-
try. The one by Elizabeth Stuart
Phelps Ward began with these beau
tiful lines:
Nothing counts you, nothing helps
you,
When you leave the sun,
But the love that you have given,
And the love that YOU have won. :"
There is 50 much discussion late
~ in the newspapers regarding the
rest room for the country visitor
that am glad to see the report from
the W, &. T. L. at Poplar Bluff
which shows that the room has been
"a ~urcezs; hut believe that is the
only town i'm this section that could
report IA success. The W. {. r. t.
mad" an earnest cudeayur years ago
to establish one in Pennington.
When th",Grand Leader was in bus
mess here they had special room
set apart withacvcry convenience
for their country friends, who failed
to avail themselves OF the privilege.
Then, more recently, the Y. w. G.
A. kept rest room, well furnished,
for many months, without any spc-
cial results. / know | have often
begged women with little children
who were sitting around i'm the
stores to go To the room, but they
seem to prefer the crowded store.
1t has been said that some OF these
women get into town so seldom that
they prefer the hustle and noise of
the store to the peace and quiet of
the rest room. You can't give pco-
pie the things they don't want, has
long been n theory of mine, and 50
when anyone suggests IA rest room
in town, | say there is no need for
il.
Here is Il bright, optimistic little
poem full of charity and good will:
Three Things.
There nre three lessons | would write.
Three words rs with burning pen,
In tracing Of eternal light
Upon the hearts Of men
Have hope. Though clouds cnv iron now,
Ana gladness hides her face IN scorn,
Put thou the shadow from thy brow,
No night but hath us morn.
Have faith. Where er thy bark is driven,
The calm's Dis, port the tempests mlrtn
Know ths-God rules the hosts OF heaven,
The Inhabitants OF earth.
Have love. Not love alone for one,
lut men. nll men, thy brothers call
And scatter. Ike the circIing sun,
Thy charities on all.
Thus grave these lessons on thy soul
Hope. faith ana l0ve-nnd thou shalt md
strength when iife's surges rudest roll.
Light when thou else vert blind.
From the German of schiller.
The pie season is almost over I'M
til the fresh fruits come, but this
will he found to be very delicious
pie. IL is called chess pie or trans
parent pudding: The yOlks of six
eggs are beaten until very light, and
one-half cup butter and one cup
sugar are beaten to II cream and
added to the yOlks. This makes Il
filling for two medium size pies.
The whites are used for frosting,
having a little sugar and pinch of
cream of tarter added. In my early
| dnys of hoISp-kpppinp this WINS ana