Watauga Democrat. [volume] (Boone, Watauga County, N.C.) 1888-current, 1913-01-09
Old Year 3. Elections.

VIC I0er Bl m0otl0nA.
When these lines are read, deal
old 1912 will bavs slipped from
the calen Jar Of time, and will b,
numbered with the eternal by
cones. 1t is a time for memory
and Tor tears. The record is 6n
ished. the book is closed, its pa,
- DsAled and stands for .stesai'
lty: An ~ blot must rnais.
! I6e STAN rea-ak b. srsa0se.l.
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ssyl = past, aad. lssrn,aE
|soss leSoIs ~ ths ,sture from
IexpaFipuss lilies most faithful
and unerring teacherAit h a G
brought us. And W. are in q
frame OF mind at this blessed
season Of joy and good cheer
and merrymaking to bp fair and
just and impartial, and write
down in bitter malice nothing a.
gainst our fellow.beings. The
precious echoes OF the soothing
and and comforting raroling OF
peace on earth, good will to
mankind now fall upon us like
the mellowlng strains OF a sweet
and far.off melody, and they give
US tender thoughts and nobler
impulses and holier feelings. and
make us feel the klnship Of hu.
manity and our. obligations to
each other. Yes, it does us good
to review the past. 1t strene.
thens our DEVOTION, purifes our
affections, ennol'lps ouc aspira-
tions, and it makes us better and
nobler, for We are made to see the
little j-alousies and little prejud.
ices and little animosities that
revealed our llttlen ess in all irs
deformlty and responsiveness, And
seeing all "f this ugliness in the
lens OF memory We resolve to
subdue such low passions in the
future and try TO emulate the ex
ample of Him, whose glad birth
night We have just been ceIebra.
ting and whose mission on earth
was to cheer, to comfort and tn
bless, and to give to the weary
and hervy laden peace and rest.
And now, in looking back over
the past twelve months we find
much ior.,which. to feel profound.
|y grateful. Our section has not
been swept by any dreadful be.
som OF death dealing pestilence,
which strikes communities down
noison OF it's breathlngs, and
foods every passing zephyr with
The wailings OF it's horrors. And
while some sections. have not
yielded as bountiful q harvest as
some have wished, still there is
10 fear thatthe wolf of hunger
will prowl around our doors and
make night hi,leous by it's
lowls of,want, for in every home
;he hand OF plenty has bern open.
ID, aud the song birds Of cheer
Ind f.omiort e~re singing their
'weetest carolings to gladden. the
PASSING hours And now as we
ook back oyer the old year we
ee that it bad it's smiles and it's
ears, it's anthems and its dirges
ts bridal marches and its funeral
,rOcessions. Some have oamed
u the warm tropirs of llxuriant
uccess, where every breeze was
'ermpated with the odors OF thrift
nd where the gulf waves of pros
'erity threw the spray Of its
waters upon the petals
1 those aowers that live in the
loom and the fragrance OF eter. :
al cheer and happiness, Others I
ave been exiled to the Siberia
'astes OF iciest failure, and there
mid the wintery desolation of 6
he coldest December Of despair I
ney gaze in shivering anguish
YER the snow shroudds skeleton /
! dreams that perished and j
opes that die. And 80, it will be c
zen that the millennium has not