Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-07-21

sun put it in fine condition, and the
three owners felt sure they could get
along on what was left. But q three
days singing attracted Mr.. Thresher-
man, and today the remainder will
probably be dumped to the hogs. There
should be some way to impress the re-
sponsibility of ownership on people.
Parents should teach their children that
great truth, the Golden Rule; then,
when the conflicts between desire and
duty come, duty might win the victory
little oftener.
Certainly to people who enjoy such
things, an all-day singing is a great
treat It's really a picnic set to music
people listen a little and talk lot, and
| let me state right here that as many
men as women have the habit. Just
now these singings are great place
for calamity howlers. They know that
they are going to starve this winter. /
know Its bad, I've seen field after field
of corn and cotton that seem ruined
but there may yet be a time for peas
and rye and and I've known some healthy
specimens in foreign countries raised
on rye bread. The sections of the south
that now have the rain could learn a
few lessons, but will they? There are
thousands of farmers this morning, who
cannot pillow, nor hoe, sitting around
chewing worse than goats, or smoking
line eng anu pIOOulHS over lAlcAI
bad luck" There never was a time
in a home, nor on a farm, when there
was not something to be done. 1 don't
mean to insinuate that any one should
work all of the time, but l do say that
the difference between thrift and trif.
lingness is keeping up with so-called lit
tie things. L knew a man to refuse
to lend some money to a neighbor be-
cause the borrower kept his place in
Il Il
that a man who let his gates stay off
the hinges and rolled a block up for
his wife to step on, and let his wife
work the garden while he stood at the
fence and talked to anybody that would
stop was not safe man to trust with
his money.
Where are the plows, hoes, machinery
and wagons? Scattered all over the
place? This is fine weather for rust and
decay. Don't have any "lay-by time till
wagon shelter is built, and let it be
large enough for the farm machinery
What would a man think if his wife
used the stoye under some trees and left
it there? He couldn't think of a word
to fit his indignation, yet that is no worse
than his neglect of his farm tools. How
clean is your cowstall? Certainly you
don't throw that out, so why not fix
things when the weather won't allow
llelQ WOTKs w nat ABOUT that SHcll III
the kitchen, or the one on the piazza?
Certainly there are times when every
thing must be neglected except the crop,
but it is not all the year. L know that
the men work hard, but at least once
a week everything in the field stops and
the men go to town. How often do TIE
women go? There is a rest and relax
alton in going away from home that all
people need, but the day the men go to
town the majority of the women In the
country wash, iron, scour or try to catch
up with the mending. I've heard too
many of them talk. They didn't know
how pathetic some of their everything
experiences sounded.
This wave of canning clubs pig clubs
and installing waterworks and oil stoves
in the homes is a great help to the
housekeeper. You may make whatever
excuses you please, but when the wom-
en- have to draw water and have nothing
but a heavy, unwieldy washtub or n
pan that holds about a quart she is too
near Jagged out to give the children
the daily lessons in personal cleanliness
that even health demands. Something
must go undone, and too often it's the
bath, and fine stock owned by the boys
or girls truly owned by them and not
lust claimed until the head of the family
decides to sell, or kill, will hold mary
n boy at home who might otherwise
take matters in his own hands and get
out where he'd have fair play.
But enough of this. Let us all remcm-
her that there is One who heeeds even
the sparrows, and are We not greater,
more precious in His sight? Lasting
good comes to all of us if we are
strong-hearted and keep up our end OF
the burden. Many of us dump 1t JUST
before the turn in the rough road ana
lose what would have been years
reward.
Give TO the wind thy fears;
Hope and be undismayed;
God hears thy signs, and counts Thy
tears;
God shall lift up thy head
Faithfully yours,
LIZZIE o. THOMAS.
Tuscumbia, Ala.