Ashland tidings. [volume] (Ashland, Or.) 1876-1919, 1912-08-08
The Home Circle
Thoughts from the Editorial Pen

pull the farmer toward prosperity at
very gratifying pace.
One of our most popular young la
dles recently went into a drug store
Tor bath sponge. In asking for it
she made the ludicrous mistake of
requesting the clerk to give her a
sponge bath. The clerk swooned
and his recovery is doubtful. In or
der to get this item in we promised
to mention no names.
III you know of anything we don't
know and which the public ought to
know; If it is worth knowing. don't
you know that it is your duty to let
us know it, that the people may also
know? You may know, but they
don't know, unless you let us know
the things which you know. That
VIII be good for all the people, don't
you know?
II the printer is paid promptly,
and his pocketbook kept plethoric by
prompt-paying patrons, he puts pen
10 MS paper in peace; his paragraphs
are more pointed; he paints his pic
lures OF passing events in more
pleasing colors, and the perusal of
his paper is pleasure to his patrons.
Paste this piece of proverbial philos-
opny In some place where all persons
can perceive.
The hypocritical watermelon now
rolleth to and fro, the comforting
roasting ear invadeth the peaceful
abode of man and moveth him live
ly; while the healthy cucumber
tempts the unwary mortal into a
wilderness of grips and woes, where
upon the druggist smilingly places
his lotions near at hand and the doc
tor filleth his pockets with camp.
opii and caps.
He sat in his door at noon-day,
lonely and glum and sad; the flies
were buzzing about him, led by
blue-winged 'gad;" not a customer
darkened his portal, not a sign of
business was there, but the flies kept
on buzzing about the old mans hair.
AT last in misery he shouted. Great
scott, I'm covered with flies" and
the zephyrs that toyed with his
whiskers whispered, why don't you
advertiser
ANobihS NdlCl is dH dTI ne
learned by experience. AS a desert
it is not success. 1t falls too heav-
lily on a dinner. Like a pretty girl,
it is best by itself. 1t should be ripe.
Its flesh should blush like a gradu-
ate. Its heart should glow like a
sun-kissed cloud at the close of day,
and its temperature should be as
chilly as the smile of Boston belle.
When you get such a treasure do
not bother with other food. Open it.
gaze upon it, bury your face in its
sweetness and let your appreciation
run riot.
One kind of heroism is displayed
every summer by many teachers. No
calling has more right to vacation,
but they give up most of the holiday
relaxation and summon courage to
go to the summer school, Here is
no small sacrifice. 1t means the
daily seat in some drowsy lecture
hall, and the evenings spent indoors
under the hot glow of lamp about
which June bug bumps. This is
not mere selfish ambition. 1t con-
tains the germ of the finest renunci-
ation-the sacrifice of personal
pleasure to learn how to perform
more perfectly the task of educating
others. 1t is but one more bit of evil
dence of the nobility of true teach,
ing,
Mary had little lamb, its fleece
was white as snow; it strayed away
one summer day, where lambs should
never go. Then Mary sat down and
tears streamed from her pretty eyes;
she never found her lamb because
she did not advertise. And Mary
had brother John, who kept the
village store; he sat down and
smoked his pipe and watched the
but did not stop to buy, John still
sat down and smoked his pipe and
blinked his sleepy eye. And so the
sheriff closed him out, but still he
fingered near, and Mary came and
dropped with him sympathizing
tear How is it, sister, that all
other merchants here sell all the
goods and pay their bills and thrive
from year to year?" Remembering
now her own bad luck, the little
maid replied, THE other fellows got
there, John, because they advertise. F"
1t is the practice in some of our
public schools to read selections
from some of the daily newspapers,
not only as reading lesson pure and
simple, but also as means of in
structing the pupil in contemporary
history 1t must be a fearful wrench
to the boys veneration for the bril-
| liant names of history to read that
one great man takes a bride when
ever he gets a chance, that another
gets intoxicated with unfailing regu-
larity as often as once week, that
third sells his country for pile Of
| guano, that the fourth is liar Of
! gigantic proportions, and that gen.
orally they are one and all the mean
est specimens of humanity that ever
crawled between earth and heaven.
1t must be fearfully trying to a
school teacher to reconcile the his
tory of the books and the newspaper
history. But would it not be well
for all editors to do all in their power
to stop this wholesale abuse of pub
lie men?
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