Williston graphic., 1916-08-24

make life and home happy for her
husband and children, but If she IS
treated as a slave, and only given her
board and clothing in payment for
her services as mother, wife, cook,
laundress, nurse girl, chambermGald1
and seamstress, is it any wonder that
little or no happiness eylsts IN that
home? If a mother spoils her son
bv pampering and waiting on him all
the wears of his childhood and boy
hood, and makes him think that d
man should always be waited on by
woman of his household, is it strange
that he expects a wife TO do the same,
and that, in all likelihood, she either
wears out in a few years from such
service or else becomes bitter or dis
heartened. We are often told that
in every true and ideal marriage both
husband and wife must learn to bear
and forbear. In every home where
happiness exists, there must be per-
feet trust, confidence and love be
tween husband and wife. There are
two kinds of sunshine in the world,
and both quite necessary-the one
which il caused by the SUMS shining
ocJ door. and the other by shining
in our hearts. It is the loving deeds,
the CHEEKY hopeful words and the
kindly thoughtfulness that each mem
Der Of the family shows towards the
others that makes an ideal, happy
home-a perfect heaven on earth.
The best way to get along in this
world is to take things easy. If you
are disappointed, laugh it off and
resolve to enjoy yourself in spite of
an occasional streak of hard luck.
Hard luck soon tires of pursuing a
jolly disposition.
Look on the funny side of your an
noyances.
We may not realize, perchance
what home means to us until seas and
mountains separate us from the loved
ones-perchance not until sickness
and misfortune come-perchance not
until the Dreaded Shadow falls upon
the threshold and the Raven croaks
above the bust of Pallas. But when
some tie is snapped and some link is
broken and some chair is vacant at
the freside then we realize that the
cords which bind US to the homestead
are knotted in the bosom's core ard
center-then we realize that the poet
sang for us and sang for all the
world when he sang beside the
Thames:
enid pleasures and palaces tho |
may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place
like home."
The parlor as parlor will soon he
a relic of the past. The very name
seems to suggest stiffness and lack
Of comfort. The new homes will have
the best room, the one in which the
whole family gathers, warm, sum
ny place, home room in its truest
sense. The next generation will not
waste space on parlors. Perhaps
little library, for privacy, will also
be indispensable to many. This cher
ry room Of the future will hold the
piano, the general books, the pictures,
work baskets and everything that
serves to make home heaven of rest
for loyal hearts. Speed the day.
Our prisons are rapidly being filled
by those who make the mistake Of
beginning life at the top Of the lad
der. ,
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The spirit of order must reign in
a house before the children can ac-
quire it.
Little arms cncircling the neck will
make the heart light, over which no
diamonds sparkle. All the grand
pictures and splendid works of art
one can possess will never adorn a
room as do the smiling faces Of those
dearest to us. Things that may
be bought are pleasant to have, nor
is wealth to be despised; but never
pity the poor man who has the wealth
that gold cannot buy, nor the woman
whose jewels are those of which Cor
nelia was so proud-good and obed-
lent sons.
Whoever takes a little child into his
love, may have very roomy heart,
but that child will fill it out. The
children keep us from growing old
and cold; they cling to our garments
with their little hands and impede
our progress to petrification; they
win us back with their pleading eyes,
from cruel care; they never encum-
ber us at all. A poor old couple with
no one to love them, is most pitiful
picture; but hovel, with small
face to fill a broken pane here and
there, is robbed Of it's desolateness.
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You can get into the habit of living
pea cefully and happily, and that
habit Is juite as difficult to break as
any habit we know of. Let there be
no long poutings; let there be no long,
careless, Indifferent fits. If little
storms arise-an they will arise
le: them be brief. Don't let US sleep
over it, and wake up the next morn
ing and cudgcl our brains to remem-
Der who nagged last. This kind of
thine is mean it is ungenerous and it