Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-10-26
Our Household
Conducted by
MISS LIZZIE O. THOMAS

JEAN OW1SHT FHANAL1H
little child with lessons all unlearned
And problems still unsolved before me
stands:
with tired. puzzled face TO me upturned.
She holds a slate within her out
stretched hands:
MY sums are hard, / cannot think to-
night;
Dear father. won't YOU make the an
swers right"
Thus do come to Thee. great Master,
dear;
Ny lessons too. are hard; my brain is
weak:
Life's problems still unsolved the way
The answers wrong, Thy wisdom l
would seek.
A tired, puzzled child. I pray tonight:
Here IS my slate-o MAKE the answers
right"
RAISING MONEY FOR THE CHURCH
The little church here needs a roof,
so does the parsonage. and then there
is the deficit on the pastors salary.
Something has to be done every month
to keep the wheels moving and-but
what's the use 10 write any more, there
is the same problem in every church,
whether in town or In the country.
We had ice cream and cake on the
lawn as long as the weather permit
ted. then last week We had the play,
Mrs. Tunbbs. OF Shanty Town" anG
right here I want to say that if you
want a clean, clever bit for the stage,
that is the one TO get 1t takes people
who are willing to buckle down to mem
orize for there is plenty of talk for
every character and hearty laughter
from the audience.
Three weeks were spent in getting
ready, every one OF US was so busy that
We literally snatched the time to men,
orize. One girl told me that her mother
would work a little (she was crochet
ing a yoke) then she would stop count
ing stitches and say: Fur be ii from
me from sayin' anything agin and liv-
ing being, but that man IS so mean that
he'd put green specs on his nose an feed
him shavings. maxim him think il was
grass" Then she'd go to counting
again, and pretty soon she would break
out again.
A man said that his wife would be
making the bread for dinner or gather
ing eggs, and she would stop in the
midst of things and say: "Oh. my gra-
cioUs. please somebody bring me the
book and see how this goes"
Another husband thought his wife
had company. and wondered why she
churned right through the converse
ton He tip-toed to the door and
found her memorizing her part.
One wife laughed and said her hus-
band would have to be excused from
a Saturday practice as he had to dig po-
tatoes.
But we had lots of merry laughs
among ourselves and when the final
evening came we went through the little
play with no plumbers that really count
ed.
Mrs Tubb's husband was dead, and
when she was talking TO the census
| taker she said, ''Mr. Tubbs was hand
some man. He belonged to the Impe-
rial Order of Wooden Men. He GER
tainly was a thirsty man The thtrs'
tiest man 1 ever saw"
"oh" was the reply, He was bibu-
ious. was he?"
'sBibulous. Mr.. Tubhs bibulous, Why
mister he didn't know no more about
the Bible than my sisters cat, and
what's more. / amt got no sister,.
The census taker asked her what her
profession was
Just a widow" He then said, i
mean what's your calling?"
We'll, mister, I amt really been
called, but I've A leaning to the Epis'
copal church"
+ This would make fine play for next
month The children are talking about
/ THANKSGIVING Queenie Shelby, aged
/ twelve and in the fifth grade, had READ
about IL in book"
But what is Thanksgiving? Elmirs
! Hickey asked her.
/ We'll" was the answer. IF some
body gives you turkey. its given AIM
+ it. And then you say thanks, and that
makes Thanksgiven.''
Her brother, aged eleven. asks them
Amt YOU never eft no turkey?'
Why. ScufFles Tubbs, just listen a
i YOUR grammar. Amt you never ct nc
, turkey amt good grammar"
When he finally asked her what he
I should have said she told him AIM
! YOU never ate no turkey"
/ And thus il goes. Get up a play anC
get lots of fun for yourselves and
/ funds for the church.
Faithfully yours,
LIZZIE o. THOMAS.