Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1918-05-10
MY WAR ROSARY

Gray lOup-a sigh:
Gray knot-a wish;
Cray rev a chain of wistful prayer,
For this to sit and knit and pray
This is az war the wOman's share.
And so / knit,
And thus 1 pray,
And keep repeating night and day.
May God lead safely those dear feet
That soon shall wear the web of gray.
Now and again
A selfish strain?
But surely woman heart must yearn
And pray some time that she may hear
The sound of footsteps that return.
But if. God,
Not that-but if
II must be sacrifice complete,
Then will trust that afterward
Thou yilt guide Home those precious
feet
JUST ABOUT THE HONEY THINGS
Occasionally 1 get this sort of letter:
Dear Mrs Thomas: We enjoy and
appreciate every word you write, anu
believe that you are making lots Of US
90 more Tor the Allies than we would
have done. But please don't forget that
We are interested in that Experiment
Farm you moved from Georgia; tell US
abou. Beautiful. the garden, your chick
ems and what you and The Farmer ara
doing. We just love to read about your
everyday life. We get inspiration ana
encoura cement?
This sort of letter is the cause OF
my being so personal today. The
Farmer is breaking corn land. Some
OF YOU are almost ready to get roasting
ears out of your early patch. l sup
pose But May is the month that this
Farmer uses for planting corn. The two
IiIlies are pulling the big pillow and
they keep The Farmer on right
smart OF a trot" as one observer de-
clared When he came TO dinner the
team looked fresh, but he said that if
there had been another row in that
part he would have been tempted to
have left il. The harrow was taken
over to the field when the wagon took
the pillow. That neld now contains a
Big Willie" il you know the big, red
cuItivator by that name, a disk har-
row, the double pillow and the other
double harrow. . Last year corn was
planted in rows six feet apart, and
peas between each row. This year the
corn goes where the peas were last
year. and then the peas in its place.
/ won't begin to tell you how well the
peanuts turned out. just get peck of
the White Spanish kind and try them,
if you have never had any. One patch
of rye has fed the calf and hogs. chick
ems and turkeys since last fall, the
calf is hidden in it right now, but
pretty soon that will be diSked under
and a sweet potato crop counted on.
The rye in the chicken yards will be
cut and seed saved for next fall We
paid $3.50 for one bushel of Abruzzi ,
rye, 1t has given US pasturage two
winters and furnishes seed for the next
crop. Every year The Farmer says that
he is going to plant it in the corn but
the plan gets "sidetracked.'
We have rape in the garden and it
takes no time for me 10 gather enough
every afternoon for chickens, and If
The Farmer is not around throw some
over for the pigs, but that is his job /
at milking time If you have never
tried dwarf Essex rape let me advise
you to get one pound and plant IL.
The soil must be the sort that would
make good turnips, for rape does moth
ing on poor soil. Thin out literally and
later IN the season break the leaves
OF Just as you would from collards
and you will be amazed to see how
fast they grow.
But some of you want to know about
Beauty. She is as fine a mouser as
ever Her son BiIlikins mysteriously
disappeared last November. l always
kept them in the house at nights, as
the dogs would have too good a chance
at them. Anybody would call off a
dog in the day, but at nights the cats
would have 10 defend themselves. One
night Billikins ~was in a chair on the
plaza I was going out for a while,
and said. Il will let him stay until
we come back" We have never seen
him from that time. He had never
been away even at meal time, so we
think that the 'possum dogs that were
busy al that time got him. He was
the Farmers special property, and
was such a big, nice cat. February %
Beautiful again presented US with a
pair of snow-white kittens. Little Beau
tiful and Billikins the Second. They
are froIicing all over the house as 4
write these lines. Their mother
teaches them the incest sort Of man.
ners. They are not any trouble to me,
and do not get into any mischief ex-
cept dragging things all over the floor
She let's them frolic until we put out
the light, and then you should hear her
calling them 10 bed
don't think that I've ever told you
abUAA AAtI UltdAS. Cue was given TO ma
when "A tiny kitten, and 1 was told
that meat was not good for her except
cooked, and then only a little. L fed
her on vegetables, and she knows what
she wants. She does not want bread
with gravy on it. nor grits with gravy;
both are heartily eaten if given plain
She never makes any fuss while we
are at the table, but if we linger too
long she jumps in my chair. behind
me, and puts her paws on my shoulder,
OF she ts:as TO climb into The Farm
ers lap. Then the first chair that is
vacant is hers. She shifts a moment
and locates what she wants and then
TO matter what L put on her paper
suder the kitchen table she never
leaves that chair until [ get the right
tling. One day the Farmer came IN
and she was 'meOwing' and following
ne He asked her II she wanted to
get out and held open the screen door
No, she did not want 20 90. I told
aim that she wanted the canned toma-
toes, and / had another use for wha;
was on the table.
Let her have them" he said. as If he
was surprised at the idea of Beautiful
not getting what she wants. Let her
nave them, she pays good board" l
felt rebuked and she got her tomatoes.
She brought in five grown rats, not
mice, and nine smaller ones last week.
She brings in an occasional mole some
times a sparrow, but never any other