The Newark journal., 1917-05-17
The Joys and Sorrows
 of BOyhood Accounted

Editor Journal-I am thinking of the days of me" childhood A day then, to a boy, was a rich inheritance. Especially if the day was one for fun like fishing, hunting,an old-fashion- ed barbecue, the old swimming hole, with nude boys diving and ducking each other in the water, a foot race, jumping "rasseling" and once in while "a set to" between two boys Oh, the joy of such days-and yet, did not know it's depths or its full meaning. To be a boy is to have been a wonderful thing, for boy-a real boyish boy-healthy, strong, active, playful-is a remarkable being He is good, and he is bad; he is lazy, and he is full of energy, when time for play is on hand. He is all right when the dinner horn blows, and can hit the path leading to the table like q bee line, and he has an india rubber appetite
 He eats-yes, he can eat any tnn.. from green apples to a ginger-cake He is amphibious-he can live in wa ter or on land. But one of his heavy crosses Is to wash his feet at night after he has gotten sleepy. Ugh! that cold water! Sore toe, yarn string around it, greasy, stone bruise on the heel. Ouch! my! how it hurts.
 Now, son, don't cry"
 Well, papa, if you had one as bad as this you'd cry too-Oo! hoo! hoo! how 1t hurts.
 Adam never knew the luxury of a stone-bruise, sore toe, stomach ache, six months collie or cutting teeth. No nor the luxury of drawing a sawbriar between his toe as he walked through 5he wheat stubbles after the cows. No nor chapped hands and feet to smart and sting as he put them into the water. But real boy knows all these luxuries at first hand.
 Well, we are having great meet ing at East side church. Up to date, "A converts and 38 additions; 29 to the Methodist and 9 to the Baptist. Great gations-reminds me of 1907-at Newark But 1 have never taken in as many at one time any where as l did at Newark when 75 came in at one service Do you rem ember it, reader?
 What about your new church? War times got you all scared? Why, the South fed herself, her army, and the last three years of the war she fed the "feds," and did not have a fam inc, nor anything like it. In 1862, Gen. Curtis camped at Sulphur Rock for six weeks with thirty thou sand men; about 10000 cavalry Think what it took to feed that gang for ONE DAY. And we did it, and lived, and had three square meals a day Rub that grouch off your face you croaking, narrow, gink, you, and see plenty and prosperity in spite of war, high water, or h-l.
 Work; work, is the word. Quit spending money for that which is not bread and butter and be careful and old Germany may go on with her "bush whacking" war method Old Glory will wave herself at last over a democratic world Not that we want or need the world. No, we only want our own land of the free and home of the brave, but that all the nations of the earth may be free, and kings, and thrones, and monarchs will be known no more forever The Germans are doing some manly, brave work on the land, but under the sea they are "bush whackers," pure and simple. Then when peace comes, as come it will, and that before long, may the King of Kings and Lord of Lords rule all nations and war will be no more
 JAS. F. JERNIGAN,
 Paragould, Ark, May 15, 1917.
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