Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1910-04-28
MOTHER is QUEEN O'THE MAY
SECOND SUNDAY IN MAY DEslG-
MATED MOTHERS DAY.
Honor Her on That Day by Wearing
q White carnation, Typical
of Mother-Love.

with evangelistic services, and re-
| suited in so much kindly thought and
happiness that it has since been OBJ
| served in many places.
The State Congress of Mothers APP
peals to the Christian Ministry of
Iowa, to help make it a memorable
success by devoting at least one serv-
ice, Nay 5, to Motherhood.
1t asks each person who would do
honor to Motherhood to observe the
day by wearing white fiower-white
carnation preferred, typical of Mother
love; and suggests that each person
give one such flower to at least one
other person in the community.
1t wishes to remind every son and
daughter in Iowa, especially busy, sue
cessful men and women, of the unset.
fish devotion that guarded their child
hood and requests each to make the
mother feel that today, and always in
the hearts Of her children, she is
Queen O. the May"
Sunday schools are also requested
to make mothers guests of honor at
their services and admonish children
to more loving care and thoughtful-
ness.
All Mothers clubs, Child Study
clubs, Parent-Teacher associations,
ETC., are asked to cooperate with
the churches in every way possible,
that Mothers Day may be appropri-
ately observed and may come to have
beautiful significance in Iowa.
Old man, have you a mother? How
many years since she laid life's bur-
dens down? Do you ever think Of
her? Did she ever do anything for
you? Have you honor in your heart
today for the frail life that brought
you into being? Wear a white flow
er.
Busy business man, have you
mother? Is she old and wrinkled,
and stopped and faded? Is her hair
scant and white? Does her hand
shake so that her letters are scarcely
legible? What has made her such a
nervous wreck? Is it years alone,
for you in the years of your helpless
childhood and your reckless manhood
contribute their part to the tragedy?
Write her a letter. Send her some
flowers with the fragrance of your
love about them. You are her baby
still-her big, brave boy-her ideal
lied college lad-the hero of her hap
piest dreams! She gave you life; she
gives you love without measure;
wear the white flower.
Young man, have you a mother?
Are her eyes dim and her hands red
and the bloom faded from her cheek?
Are you just little ashamed of her
sometimes when your swell friends
come unannounced? Did you ever
think that she was once young and
fair, that she gave her freshness and
strength and beauty for you, and
Do you grow weary of her frequent
complaining, of her headaches, and
back aches and oft-recurring ills?
There was never night so dark or
so cold that your first plaintive cry
did not bring her to your bedside.
You never heard a murmur of COM
plant when she nursed you through
the measles and mumps and whooping
cough and scarlet fever and diphth-
eria and smallpox. When disease
held you in it's clutches when you
were attractive in no other eye, your
I'd
no complaint through the long night
watches and the weary days when
she bathed your burning head and
kissed your fevered brow and held
your nervous hands in her own cool,
firm ones. You may win much love
in the future, tender and passionate
and true. You will never find love
so unselish, so long-suffering, so
endless as the love of your mother.
Wea rthe white flower.
Boys have you a mother? Good!
That means lot, don't it? You
know who bakes the little pies, saves
the fat doughnuts and keeps the
gravy warm when a fellow is late.
You know who wipes up the mud,
lets the cat out of the barrel and
covers up a multitude of sins with
her broad charity. You know who
understands a kid-who is his best
chum, the best confidante, the most
lenfent Judge; wear the white flow
er.
Girls, bright, beautiful, thoughtless
girls, have you a mother? Do you
think that it is by chance that break
fast is ready when you come down in
the morning, that dinner is waiting
when you get home at noon, that the
house is kept tidy, the dainty dress
es pressed carefully and the new hat
and coat always in season, though
mother wears her old ones from year
to year? Mother does not mind. She
rejoices in your happiness. Your
fresh, young beauty is like vision of
her own lost youth and she covets
for you every joy it can bring. She
loves to forget herself in your pleas
ure, but do you forget her also? DO
you save your smiles and kisses for
your casual friends and your conf
dences for your sweet girl chums?
Bring in the breath of your active
outside life to enliven the grim mo-
notony of her household tasks, Moth
ing in the world is as dear to her
as your caresses, nothing so precious
as your confidence. An appreciative
Thank you, mother, it is beautiful"
amply repays her for days of nerve
taxing toll, so don't forget to pay
unn as you go along. and-Wear tho