Williston graphic., 1916-08-31
The Home Circle Column
Pleasant Evening Reveries-A Column
Dedicated to Tired Mothers as They
Join the Home Circle at Evening Tide
Crude Thots from the Editorial Pen
WOMAN's WORK

! WOMAN'S WORK
The quiet faithful way in which a
woman often of superior intellect, and
decided talent for higher things, will
dish-wash her life away for her nus.
band and children, is. marvel OF
natient endurance. Here the servl-
tude of woman is the heaviest. No
sooner is her work done that it re-
ouires to be done over again. Men
take contracts of work on them, i'm,
ish them, and they are over for all
time. The prospect of ending them
and drawing pay for the Labor, is az
luring. And Woman's work holds no
such promise. She washes on Mon
day after Monday the same. garments
until there is no more of them to
wash: then they are replenished by
new ones like old, and the rubbing
and wringing goes on until the worn
ont hands are folded for their eternal
and only rest. She mends stockings
with tireless fidelity, week after week,
and year after year. Every morning
the same rooms are to be put In order,
! onlv to be in the widest disorder bty
evening. The same stockings, the
same washing, the same cleaning ana
cooking in endless rotation, Whlch, II
done promptly and properly, leaves
no time for reading and self-culture
which; aside from the pleasure it at.
fords the woman, is the only means OF
fitting oneself for the intellectual
culture of children.
! What wonder that women are not
thinkers, or that the daughters OF
successive generations are Vapid' un-
cultured creatures, incapable OF form
ing an opinion on the most important
subjects of human consideration. -,
| There is too little brightness IN the
| lives of women. They have too llttle
help in their domestic occupations.
The crowning grace Of home is
cheerfulness.
| Tn nine cases out of ten, mans life
will not be a success if he does not
hear burdens in his childhood. If the
fondness or vanity of father or moth.
er has kept him from hard work; If
another always helped him out at the
end of his row; if instead OF taking
his turn at pitching off he slowed
awav all the time-in short, it what
was LIGHT always fell to him, and
what was heavy about the same work
to some one else if he has been per-
mitted to shirk, until shirking has
become a habit, unless a miracle has
been wrought his life will be a fail
] ure and the blame will not be SO mSi much
his as that of his weak and foolish
lparents.
Invite YOUR friend to church. You
Invite him to your home, you, invite
him to your lodge, you invite MN TO
your political meetings, your nartles'
your lecture courses and your enter
tainments. why not invite HIM to your
church? Tell your pastor to preach
little better and the choir to- sing q
little more sweetly next Sunday ana
then invite your friend to your church
home to worship with you.
The life of the world is strenuous,
and the door of the home should shut
ont the storms and stress but should
not shut out new and wholesome IN
spiring Influences. 1t should stand
wide in hospitable welcome to friends.
The home life this is narrow and sell
fish is dull and enervating.
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Why should hearts spend years on
earth growing into one, knitting lie
into life, blending soul into soul, Tor
a union that is not to reach beyond
the valley of shadows? Husbands, you
are the head Of the homes; why not
be the head of the home for eternity?
AS king over the stalwart oak and
lofty pine, the fig tree would have
been a dead failure and as much out
of place as some of our politicians are
in congress; but for bearing figs the
oak and pine are it's interiors. Bearing
| figs is the grandest thing in the
world for fig tree. 1t shines IN ITS
own sphere, but stripped of its fig
|bearing power it has no excuse for
existence. Sometimes mother, who
reigns majestic queen in her own
household, forsakes her quiet sweet
ness of home rule for noisy. rough,
public career, for which she has not
| the slightest qualification. OF course
there are no such mothers who are
readers Of this paper, but we have
seen them and so have you.
On the shores Of the Adriatic sea
the fshermen's wives come down at
sunset and sing to guide their loved
ones home. On the mountains Of Ty-
rol hundreds of women and children
90 out nightly and sing their native
songs until fathers, husbands broth
ers and sons answer on their return
4 home. What beautiful home-com-
ling. Is it not worthy Of imitation by
our our most polished citizens? A type Of
that welcome we hope every reader
of this department will receive when
thew reach the golden gates OF Eden.
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"The hand that rocks the cradle
rules the world" This is a saying as
old as the hills, but were it true our
great men in our great cities would
not be on trial and sent to prison pens
for "boodle" and ''graft:" When the
hand that rocks the cradle rules the
world there will be "a school house on
every hill top and no saloon in the
valley"