The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1907-1917, 1912-02-08

was ABOUT the ola req Mills Of GeOr-
gia and it was amusing and crafty
ing TO see him display such a patri-
otto spirit in speaking it, and it
brought to my mind the thought that
hundreds of children are preparing
for Georgia Day in their schools. I
thought of the maxim, "hold your
country in honor reverence and ave."
Patriotism is grand thing; besides
The exercise of justice to individuals
there is a wider manifestation of it
which the moral code enjoins, this
embraces our duties toward the
various institutions and organizations
OF government and society which have
done so much toward securing our
welfare and our sefty the home, the
school, the community, the nation,
all deserve and should have our high
est gratitude for their benefactions
to us. Justice requires from us love
Tor our native land. It's honor, it's
glory, are matters of pride to each
individual; in time of danger men
gladly leave home and friends to do
their duty as defenders of their coun-
try However, in time of peace,
other patriotic duties demanding
attention are often neglected. MANY
of those who have reaped most bene-
fit from the peace and security in
which they live, refuse to go to the
polls and vote as they should, and so
unworthy men gain power to be used,
not for the community or country,
but for their own ends. But what
Georgian does not love Georgia? Let
me tell you an experience in my own
life, and you boys and girls who
dream of the golden West just stay
in Georgia with loved ones.
[ was raised in Cobb County, near
Lost Mountain, with father, mother,
one brother and sister. We lived
near the dearest old grandmother
and father; he was one of Cobb's
pioneer citizens, and a close friend of
Governor Joe Brown, father of our
own governor. And such grand
times as we had at grand-pa's; we
were so glad when we could go for
a bucket of water from the old spring
below the orchard and get our apron
full of golden sweet apples, and i'll
the winter we were sure to find sacks
of apples, peanuts, walnuts, hickory
and chestnuts from the mountain;
stored away for the children. Then
our school days were another happy
feature. Some times it was log
house, with hard benches and Web
ster's old blue-back speller, but who
is not happy when the heart beats
young and school days are on hand;
but alas they lasted only short time
with me. One day after school
mother called me to her bedside, and
told me my school days were over,
and in few short days mother was
gone. It seemed more than I could
bear, but her words to me: You are
true Georgia girl, and I know you
will always be brave, came to my
mind and helped me so much. BY
and by, married Georgia man, and
we went West, but the love Of home
and friends were too strong, and
back to Georgia we came.
How thankful we should be for
this, our Sunny Southland. We have
just read that out in Montana
the lakes are covered in ice from five
to twenty-five inches thick and swift
mountain streams are frozen. The
deer, stock and birds are starving
and freezing, and yet the people there
love their country. 1t is sentiment
born and bred in almost every
human heart indigenous to the
soil OF the poorest and meanest
country. The Esquimau and Indian
delights in his frigid zone and above