The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1911-02-25
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-FOUR FEET ON n FENDER.

love is than a stalled OK and hatred there.
with."-Prov. 3N, II.
Twas Oliver Wendell Holmes who
said Happiness consists of four feet
on a fender''-another way of spelling
home. Understand, one can get con
siderable pleasure" elsewhere, coarse
or refined. There's considerable graft
fcation in night of fellowship with
the boys" at the lodge. One may be
wildly hilarious at fun factory" at
| Coney Island, but when it's all done
after the last guffaw at the factory"
after, with more or less treacherOus |
memory. you've sung Aud Lang !
Syne." then you start-homeward. The |
| cheap tinsel of regalia, the hollow |
ness of ritual, somehow crowd in on /
you. The trite saying of the "suverin |
gran potentate'' as he gave you good /
night grip at the street corner, I'VE |
can go home Jim, when we can go
nowhere else" strikes in still deeper.
To Adam paradise was home; TO you
home is paradise. There the 'kiddes'
are; there 1.-THE best Wo~'HN God ever
made" greets you wit . and eyes
bright as June morn. What do
the Chinese say? "A hundred men
make an encampment; it takes wo-
man to make a home" Any intlu-
ence that makes man think less of
home is traitor to the man The
strength of the Republic is built on the
American home. It's a political safe
guard. No anarchy for the man with
home. mo home" means Goths and
Vandals It's the strength of the
church too. Hearthstones were laid
before altar stones. To the true home
angels might be invited to stay and
not find themselves amiss,
House or Heme7
The worst tragedies are not enacted
on stage, but in homes. The divorce
courts indicate that. Poverty tragedies
In the little street back of us where
some actors suffer nobly rather than
beg. Tragedies in the big house on the
avenue" gilded prison houses for
women, infernos for men, chambers Of
horrors for children. Breaking hearts
whitening hopes, maddening brains,
: the crowd goes screaming by. No, all
e the tragedy is not back in the little
r street. But when poverty comes In
d the door" doesn't love fly out the win
dow?" No, I've seen too many lovers
in overalls and sweethearts in ging-
u ham aprons to believe that. When |
y write a book of fables the first one will
begin: "Once upon time there was IL
house of poverty. But when the wolf
came to the door he turned away, for
l he heard them laughing and singing.
Home doesn't consist in things, but OF
- hearts. A woman in magnificent pal
= ace In Nebraska said to me, doctor
the happiest days of my life were speh'
In a sod house ten miles out yender OF
the prairie" She is now at Reno.
Home as He'll.
Remember picture in Chilean build
ing at Pan-America exposition by Har
ris entitled mo More Homer l cam
forget it For the first time the yount
husband staggers into that rich homo
intoxicated. And it is rich home; no
hce the draperies, the pictures, tht
furnishings. The baby's crlb, which
the young mother prays may becom'
" its casket, rocks to sleep innocence.
n thousand things are worse than death
d The husband wears a flashing Ola
~ mond, but lacks the diamond of char
- acter. See the roses dropping from th'
" vase, whitening, dying. See the rose
dropping from the wife's heart. with
Il ering, dying. The closed piano-musi
X is dead The light is going out. M
hi, fhn- urh
q In homeless houses-houses where !
husband gives black looks and viii
n paths; where n womans sarcastic an'
q nagging tongue drives man to drlnl
n quicker than snake bite; where laz,
son gives abuse and heartbreak IN
stead Of gratitude; where a shallow
thankless daughter believes 1t her chic
end and aim in life to dress swell an'
marry a bank account and an auto
as though happiness always Travelled
in touring car! Deliver us from sucl
a home! Close it up quick! Put up tn
sign House For Sale" Better sit OF
a stump of tree out in the wood
with an umbrella over your head an
call that home.
= Home as Heaven.
- The earthly home IS only a type
~ Philadelphia has 2S3,000 dwelling
= houses-nearly a home for each famil,
ia city of homes In my Father
house are many mansions" said tn
homeless one of Galilee. Birds of tn
& air had nests, foxes had holes in tn
ground, but he had not where to la.
N his head. John Howard Payne, VIII
4 wrote "Home. Sweet Home was ais
an exile, like his master. In littl
b village graveyard a tombstone to
mother has this homely epitaph: Ssh
Made Hone Happily" Sounds lik
y Christ's "She hath done what sh
n could" A real home is surely har
Y by place built on the hilltop &C cheer
fitness. No shadow rests there. Morn
+ ing comes early; evening stays late
n Life is stormy sea, home harbol