Ashland tidings. [volume] (Ashland, Or.) 1876-1919, 1912-06-13
The Home Circle
Thoughts from the Editorial Pen

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If you would have your wife an
angel. treat her like one.
An hour of triumph comes at last
to those who watch and wait.
There is a crop that the household
ought to reap every day. 1t is the
harvest of happiness. But it is a
crop that must first be sown. Have
you planted the seed?
Never bear more than one kind of
trouble at time. Some people bear
three kinds: All they had, all they
, have now, and all they expect to
have
A child needs disciplining when in
ill-health as we'll as in good. Some
people imagine that a child cannot
| be petted and INDUCED too much
when in delicate health, but it is a
mistake. Ye mothers, We beg of you
| do not let your child's disposition be
more impaired than its constitution
is by spell of sickness.
Is it right for the mother of fam
lily of small children to have to leave
them alone, as they so often do, to
go out to scrub and wash to earn a
miserable livelihood for herself and
them, and, alas, also often for him
who promised to cherish and protect
her for life, but does not do it? 1t
is stain and disgrace upon the man
hood of this country that they take
so little interest in this unprotected
class OF helpless ones. They are very
merciful some ways; a man cannot
drive his horse without a shoe, but
he may let his wife and children go
barefOoted without fear of interfer-
ence; he must not Overwork or half
starve his beast without being justly
amenable to the law, but his wife and
children may be overworked and un-
derfed, and half dressed, and it's no.
body's business-they must look
out for themselves. There are more
nenglected women and children right
here in this Christian country than
we like to own to.
In the rush and hurry of modern
life do We think as much as we might
of the happiness of those who are
growing old? They have lost so
much! Their youth, often their
health, most of the friends and COM
panions who started with them on
life's journey; and yet we often
grudge them the brightness and JOY
we might so easily put into their
lives. We will not stay to hear the
recollections of old and happy days
which they love to tell us; we let
them see so plainly that their day
is over and ours has come? That
those who have borne the burden and
heat of the day, toiled and struggled
and worn themselves out for others,
should be left to feel lonely and
neglected is sorrowful. We can and
ought, each and all, in our own place
and way, do something to bring the
glow of summer and the remcm-
brance of the days of roses and love
into the lives fast nearing their win
ter and their end
Never put your arm through the
handle of a Jug" is piece of advice
given by an exchange to the young
| ladies. Most of them ought to know
what it means without further eX-
PLANTATION. A woman is never so fool
ish as when she hopes to reform a
man after marriage. He loves me-"
she trustingly says, and because her
own love is pure she expects the pure
! article in return. Poor girl, you do
not know the witchery of the jug,
nor the strong bands which bind the
soul of the man to whom your hap
piness is entrusted. True enough, he
is good heatred and kind, except
when in liquor, but as his slavery
increases his kindness decreases.
While seeking for some one to shield
him in his helplessness, he may in
deed flatter you that you only can
redeem him. After you become his
slave you may well wish for an early
grave. Many an error it hides, many
a heartache it cures. But the lack
of love soon follows protracted in
dulgence in folly. Young ladies,
never put your arm through the han
die of a jug.