Deming graphic. (Deming, N.M.) 1903-1948, 1913-11-21
Home and Its Queen
by Miss Fanny Harrington

but il by misfortune, We have non,
now how sweet To reflect on the
memories of the past In that old
home our lives were started; ON
characters formed, and our earliest
aud sweetest memories cling to it,
The years go by. and sooner or lat
cr, We wander away from the old
home, but still around lis cling those
sweet influences, which were thrown
about uS. rs II protecting arm.
or course there are homes and
homes IN some these sweet influences
have never been felt but write only
of the "ldeHl llome,' aud to complete
this home, ! must touch upon it,
queen, Who is this quecn7 Quickly
WE answer the question with the
word Mother" All, in her small
domain, what wonderful influences
.. this "homr queen can have. Her
sccpter she can sway, aud brnu
about results, such rs the queen who
sits upon u throne eau never ne,
accomplish. From this home where
The "mother.quecn" regns, great men
emerge. II has been said, "the hand
that rocks the cradle rules the
world"
From the humblest and poorest
homes, came some of our greatest
men, and how think you, these men
with poverty staring them in the face
aud with no prestige, could accom-
pIish great things, and write success
with every act of their lives, if il had
not been for that encouraging voice
and loving hand that never failed
them9
Mothers, these "home queens"
can accomplish greater things in the
"homes of wealth." Here they can
have servants for the necessary work
of the day, and in this way, think
more deeply and cultivate their minds
to II higher standard, in order that
they may be more capable of guild.
ing their families.
The sacrifices and love of some
mothers, have gone down in history.
The last act of "wilful' and "worId-
loving Iarie Antoinette of France.
was one of love and sacrifice for her
children. Knowing the fate of her
husband, King Louise, and realizing
the same awaited her, she was told
IT she would leave her children, free
dom would be hers. Gazing mt the
prison wall and almost feeling the
touch of the guillotine, the tempta-
ton TO fly was great, but suddenly
catching II glimpse of her sleeping
children, the mother love" arose
within, and with all the haughtincss
characteristic of her nature, she an
swered, "No, neverw
Many Marie Antonettes are found
among these "home- queens. but I'M
like her, their sacrifices are not re-
corded in the one last act Of their
lives, for theirs is life of ry-day
sacrifices and it is these that count
for il il the doing well of the little
things of life tina is he most diff
cult and the most worth while.
There has been beautiful book
written, entitled Mother, Home and
Heaven" In tbs book, the writer
likens the home to heaven and the
mother with her sweet influences is
referred to as the angel who dwells in
this "heavenly home"
The beautiful song Of Home,
Sweet Home" has been sung wherev-
cr the English language is spoken,
for more than eighty years. II is
possibly the favoritc song of our
language, showing by ,his, the love of
home the world over.
Strange to say, John Howard
Payne, who wrote this beautiful song,
never knew n home after he was
thirteen years of age, but il is said
it was this longing for one that caus-
ed him to write the following words :
Mid pleasures and palaces though
we may roam,
BE it ever SO humble, there's no
place like home.
: \ charm from the skies seems to
! hallow us there,
. Which, seek through the world is not
| met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home
An exile from home, splendor dazzlcs
Q in vain!
Oh. give me my lowly matched cot
t tage again!
The birds singing gaily that came
at my call,
Give me them! aud peace of mind
dearer than all
= Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home!
Tho yary loteet in ladies' station