Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1916-01-04
NJ. NJ. CORNER.
edited by Aunt Hannah.)
Wed, Dec. 30.

"As the day lengthens, Winter
strengthens''-isa an old saying.
True, no doubt, but we would
rather think of how each day is a
minute or two longer, and already we
can perceive it. Then, have you
stopped to think that we're having
the most beautiful winter weather:
the snow falling gently, without wind
or storm, and fine Sleighing at this
holiday time. Above all, there are
no very near war clouds, and in our
land at least, we may claim peace on
Earth" Then let us be glad and
happy, and look on the bright side,
for there is Arrays bright side.
Some of the older people may have
heard Chaplain McCabe deliver his
famous lecture: THE Bright Side of
Libby Prison" | did not hear it, but
my cousin told me how. for more than
an hour, he entertained his hearers
along this line. | recall one incident:
The Fourth Of July was at haad;
they determined to celebrate. Tho
in starving condition, they managed
in some way to lay by a little food
to represent knick-nacks. But where
was the flag to come from? For what
would a Fourth be without the stars
and stripes? Finally man was
found who owned red shirt, another
had blue one, piece of cloth that
had once been white, was found so
the flag was made and hOisted on
stick, at the risk Of their lives, of
course.
New Years Day.
Well, now, this is different again
A drilling rain freezing as it falls.
ga dreary day." you say with
dreary look, but remember; One day
doesn't make winter, any more than
one robin makes a summer. Gather
around the cheerful fire; if you haven't
learned how to make sunshine in the
house, or rainy day fun" it's time
you did. The children will teach you.
The poet LOngfellow reached
place in his life when he could say
'Only the sorrows of others cast a
shadow over me-" but today we will
even forget these, lest it dampen the
Joy of the little ones. Let them
shout, and sing, and romp; all too
soon they must face life's stern reali-
ties. When they are tucked in bed,
it might be well to think seriously.
Ask yourself if you might not have
done little something to better con-
ditiOns about you. And you might
read over this little soliloquy. Some
have repeated it every Saturday night
for many years.
SATURDAY NIGHT
Pause, my soul: week hath ended:
one the less for thee below,
In this week there hath been blended
Hope and fear, and Joy and Woe
Weary soul thou canst not murmur;
Ger thy sky bow is cast;
One week TO thy haven nearer;
Courage gather from the past.
Pause. my soul: a week hath ended:
What its record borne for thee?
Whom oppressed. has thou befrended
Who the happier been for thee?
Hast thou love for hate reQuited
To thy neighbOr vast thou true?
What, my soul hast thou neglected?
What performed thou shouldSt not do:
Pause, my soul; week hath ended
Time is bearing thee away:
Only for while extended
Is the life we live today;
Let US prize the precious moments.
Fill them with what will endure
Light the pathway for the children:
Make their journey safe and sure. |
You may note a slight discrepancy |
in the lines. The fact is, the original |
copy is miSlaid, and a few of the lines |
could not be recalled, and had to be |
supplied. They may appear later.
We meet on Jan. : at the home of |
Mulligan, 424 Henrietta street