Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-12-06
KIDD|ES To HEAR
Of UNCLE REMUS
Birthday of Noted Author viii
Be Observed in Atlanta
Schools Monday.
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house behind the trees. for their fathers
used to take them into Gordon street and
they'd stop at the walk.
There's the old wooden letter box on
| the tree" their fathers would say. "A
wren built a nest in it once and Mr..
Harris asked the postman to put his mail
somewhere else and not disturb the bird
mother That's why they call the place
| The Sign Of the Wren's Nest
And there's Uncle Remus, himself.
there at the edge of his porch in the sun
shine. Don't ever forget you've seen him,
dearie. 1t will be something worth re-
membering when you've grown up He
is the man who loves children so much
that he wrote whole books-oh, so many
books-just to make them happy And
the children from all over the world
have laughed and gone to sleep smiling
! because their mothers read to them OF
Brer Rabbit and Brer Fox from the sto-
rieS Uncle Remus had written"
Old Home VIII Be There Always.
But the littlest children, still in the
kindergarten and the primer grades, were
| born too late to see Uncle Remus He
went to sleep one day a few years ago
after he had told all the stories he knew
and he never walked up again But he
| left behind him whole dozens and dozens
OF stories which never will go to sleep as
| long as there are little boys and little
girls who listen to them and believe that
Brer Rabbit did really and truly hit the
! Tar Baby 'kersmack" and was thrown
| in the brier patch afterward
And the old house up the terraced lawn
VIII be there always, to show Atlanta
children and those who come travelling
from far-away places, how the children
who had grown up with Uncle Remus
| from the very first little boy story to the
very last. loved the man who had made
| them laugh so many, many years.
| Some Of the other homes in West End
are being torn down and ugly stores are
going up in their places, but never, never,
as long as children keep on being born,
will any one dare to tear down the house
where Brer Postum and OF Sis Cow and
Brer Wolf skipped out of Uncle Remus
ink bottle and down his pen to the paper
and turned into stories for children to en-
| joy.
Gathering "Wren's Nest" Fund.
Atlanta women who used to be little
girls and now have little girls of their
own have saved up lot of money and
! bought THE Sign of the Wrens Nest"
| its trees and it's flowers, and the house
it to the boys and girls of all the world,
to keep and look at and sometimes play
in, when there are parties on Mr.. Har-
ris' birthday.
And Mrs. Harris has given them the
very same table and ink bottle and all
| the pens which helped to make the queer
| little people who will dance on the lawn
next Monday Just as they have danced in
the dreams of children.
The women haven't saved all the money
they need to buy the home, but they ex-
pect to have it soon. They need only
about $4,000 more. and children and
grown-ups are sending a little more
every day. The Louisville school chill
dren sent 500 few days ago, and
the Children of the Confederacy sent
$40. Charles Winship, the little son Of
George Winship, gave $25 the other day
to help buy the home for the children,
and others are helping, too.
Next Monday His Birthday.
| And next Monday, on the birthday, all
the schools in Atlanta and lots of other
places, will stop work for little while.
The teachers will ring their little bells,
and then the children will put up their
grammars and their arithmetics, and the
teachers will read them stories about
| Uncle Remus and the queer little animal
people he told them about.
And the little folks will hear of the
women who plan to buy the home under
the trees, and they'll go home and tell
their parents, and soon there will be
money enough to pay for everything.
For the parents will remember how
much Uncle Remus did to make them
and their children happy, and they'll
send as much as they can spare to Mrs.
| A. Med Wilson or Mrs. Thomas Stevens,
TO help buy "Wren's Nest" and keep 1t
for the children of all the world to en-
Joy forever and a day.