Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-04-30
Sunday breaches
On The Home
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grandfather about the neck he almost
strangled him. They went down, came
up, went down again, came up. A man
on shore saw them and got a boat and
rowed as fast as he could and they
We're going down for the third time
when he got them. The trouble was he
swan out too far, and that's the trou-
BILE with a lot of people. You are
swimming in pleasure, in society, in
unbelief and worldliness. Maybe you
will wake up to realize that, and when
you do you will find that the boy who
bears your name has gone to he'll, has
ruined scores of girls and is drunken,
puking, rotten, sinking sot, and not
yet 20 years of age. There is where a
whole lot of you are making a mis-
take.
A friend of mine, a clergyman. was
one day making visits. He called at
one home where they had little son,
boy with Fauntleroy hair. That boy
got pair of scissors and cut his own
over his head. They asked him why
he did it and he said he wanted to look
like his papa. His papa was bald
headed. Look out. you old booze
fighter, they will have heads just like
you.
A friend of mine told me that one
day he sat in his home when suddenly
ne heard the greatest shouts of laugh
ter, and some one said: Come here,
come here" and he ran, and there COM
ing down the stairs was his little g.
year-old boy and he had on his father
er's coat, and the sleeves were hanging
down and the tail of it dragged on the
floor He had on his fathers hat, and
it dropped down on his shoulders. He
had on his fathers collar and it looked
like a horse collar around a mosquito.
The father said: THAT is the most
serious and solemn picture / ever
looked upor. That tells me that want
to be careful, for my son wants to look
like his father" He said to the nurse:
Take him to the photographers and
have his picture taken" And they did,
and my friend has that picture hang
ing in front of him. on his desk, and
in his morals or his loyalty to Jesus
seems to say: I'm coming up; 1 want
to look like you, papa"
Children Must Have Fun.
Walk to the grog shop and they will
follow you in. tell you, don't shut the
doors and windows Of your house. for
fear the sun will fade little Csc in
grain carpet. l hate to go into a house
where in the parlor you will find the
pictures of the family and some wax
flowers. where they never open up the
old joint unless to air it out. I tell
you, my friends, don't shut up the
doors and windows of your homes lest
the merry laugh of the children shakes
the cobwebs from the corners If you
. ,ant to ruin your home, let the chill
dren understand that all mirth must be
left on the threshold; let them regard
their home as simply a place to eat
and sleep, and the work has begun
that will end in ruin. Young people
must have fun and if they don't have
| 1t at home they will have it somewhere
else. If you have a carpet too good for
them to play on furniture too good for
them to stand on, anything too good,
| the quicker you get rid of 1t the bet
ter you will be and the better your
| home will be. Let the fires and the
lights burn. There are three things
that I never skimp my children One
| is plenty Of grub, one is plenty of
| light and the other is plenty of heat. I
have a big room about twenty feet
ErrJ,% N1 I1v ;oj-x "a
and you can't see anybody across the
room. Light up! Put in dazzler!
| That's the reason the grog shop at
tracts the boys, because they are light
ed up. 1t is like the light that draws
bugs. Make your home bright; make
it cheerful! The time is going to come,
too soon will it come to me. and when
your family circle will be broken. The
times, will come, too soon, when you
will long for the touch of vanished
hands and sigh for the faces that have
turned at dusk The saddest time in
the life Of a young man or woman is
when home begins to lose its influence
over them.
oliver Wendell Holmes said: "Man
has thousand roots but only one nest
and that is home"
read the other day where Scotch
regiment had gone to help the English
soldiers, and they began to die, but
they were unable to find out the cause
of the deaths, altho they brought
to bear all that experience could do. AT
last the discovery was made that they
were dying of homesickness. The
Scotch pipers were playing "Annie
Laurie" and "Blue Bells of Scotland -
and it reminded them of the heather
and the hills, and they were dying OF
| inconsistencies.
In old Marshalltown, here, you are
drifting away from home. Fathers are
too busy; mothers are too busy. You
are wrapped up in politics, in the
lodge. You will spend your time play
ing cards and drinking beer and smok-
ing when you ought to be at home
with your children, and you mothers
turn your children over to some nurse