The Ocala banner. (Ocala, Marion County, Fla.) 1883-194?, 1912-08-30
"DADDYS COMM "A TEXAS Ed
TORS EPIC

throughout OuIISl euuOn lOudy
more than a million sermons will be
preached They will proceed from
more than an hundred different relig-
ious sects. Jew, Gentle and Moham-
medan will pour out their supplica-
tons to the Throne of Grace From
the little. unpretentious log churches
in our rural districts 10 the magnif-
cent cathedrals in our great cities,
plain and eloquent discOurses will be
delivered on the life OF the Man of
Gallilee." These discourses will be
listened to by all sorts and conditions
of men. But we doubt if any sermon
delivered today will have the same
carrying power. or will produce the
same pathos and tenderness Of feel
ing as Will the Texas editors epic
that We print below
In speaking of this most beautiful
ly and ,ouchingly written story Hon.
Tom Watson says that the author
must be a man possessing more than
the average feeling OF love for his
fellows
Says the gifted Georgian:
The newspaper game is a hard
one; ones ideals get smudged.
"One sees behind the scenes too
much to have veneration for any
thing that once appeared heroic.
"One regards the exalted merely as
so much copy-but when one finds a
man, on big daily paper, whose
heart beats as true as it must beat
to write such good stuff as this
one takes hold on hope with a new
grip, and the rainbow seems to be
real after all"
The editorial (taken from the Hous-
ton, Tex, Chroniclel follows
"Daddys Comm"
The workday on the farm draws
near its end; the sun, glowing like a
ball of fire. has sunk behind the state
ly forest trees which border the little
field, and the shadowy curtains of the
twilight which foreshadow the COM
ing of the night have begun to drop
about a world passing into sleep.
"A few lingering lines of light flick
er across the sandy road which winds
through the forest, fecking it here
and there with fantastic shadows, and
the plaintiye cry of the whippoorwill
breaks upon the stiffness of the even
ing air. The weary plowman, leaving
his pillow standing in the furrow and
hanging the traces by the rings upon
the top of the names, turns toward
the humble home in which await his
coming those his love of whom is the
inspiration of his honest. arduous
toll"
They have counted the hours of
the long and sultry day. and the wife
and mother gazes longingly down the
road while the children with youth
full Impotence hang on the gate or
perch on the fence or press their fac
es against the openings to get the
first glimpse of daddy coming from
the field; and, as they catch sight of
him in the gathering twilight, they
greet him with clapping hands and
childish laughter, crying in chorus,
'Daddy"s comm, daddy's comm
Never did the notes of triumphal
march haralding the coming of re-
turning victor fall upon his ears in
accents as thrilling or as sweet as
does the loving greeting, 'Daddy's
comm upon the ears of him who
comes from the field of humble, hon
est toll into the kingdom of his home
where love rules in sweet and tender
tyranny.
There he is king. She who shares
his joys and his sorrows is queen
and her willing, eager servitors and
courtiers are the little watchers at
the gate who hail him with the joyous
cry born of love and springing from
happy hearts-'Daddy's COMMIT
The clock in the bell tower in the
crowded city has struck 5, and the
whistles above many a roof which
shelters scores of weary workers at
bench and forge and furnace and
lathe and loom give forth the signal
that the hour for rest has come.
Soon the roar of the furnace, the
hum of the spindle, the whirr of the
loom and the ring of the hammer are
hushed, and silence settles upon the
scene-and brawny, grimy. stalwart
worker, who from early morn has
sweated and sweltered amid the heat
and noise, passes into the crowded
street that leads to his mean and low
ly dwelling.
With thoughts intent upon those