The Washington herald., 1918-01-11

children popping out from the
shadows OF want and Of drunkenness
and OF vice.
Real Mothers Needed.
Obi God, may the church and every
decent man or woman. my friends, in
or out Of the church. let US do some-
thing to save these families from the
blight Of drink and lust and put
smile on the face Of that boy and OF
that girl when their daddy comes
home sober frou the sawdust trail
Gladstone and Talmadge were talk
ing one time. Gladstone said:
"Talmadge, talk about the question
Of the day. There Is only one ques-
ton. Settle that and you will settle
every question, and that Is the ques-
ton Of religion In the home. Settle that
and you will settle every social po-
litical and economic and every other
question, capital or labor. because Il
will be whatsoever you would that
men should do to you, do ye even SO
unto them. Then the world would be
right, II we'd settle on the basis OF
religion" He said. go, try the ex-
pertinent FIRST in your own home.
Napoleon Bonaparte never exhibited
a truer conception of the nations than
when in response to the inquiry as
to what he regarded the greatest need
of France. he replied, Mothers"
Woe betide the nations when you
sink down to the level Of brutes. Oh,
what would the world be II the beasts
had birth control7 You would not
have any milk to drink. What would
you be? You wouldn't have anything
to eat on your tables. What II the
chickens would refuse to lay eggs!
You would not have anything to eat.
What IL the seeds would refuse to
grow? Then we would all starve to
death. We would all starve to death,
II nature could be governed as we
hear a lot of harping nowadays
around the land.
Cooks Know Who's Pious.
I have no faith in a woman who
talks OF heaven and makes a hell
out of her home. None at all. II
1 was going to investigate your piety.
I would ask your cook. I would not
ask your preacher. He sees you on
uTc5o Onc oCNChs LLlS
talk about a clean heart is discount
ed when your kids look as though
it was raining dirt. And you can
read Of a mothers care, my friends.
in the hieroglyphics We call the gar
ments, the uncombed hair, the ripped
dress, stockings hanging down like
the skin on the back Of a merino
sheep, dirty nose, that doesn't mean
the wisdom Of a prophet, mothers
down in the club. perhaps.
II you go down to Atlanta, Ca.
they will take you out to Piedmont
Square and show you a monument
and then you will ask Whose is
that?"
They will say. "That is Henry"
You will say, Henry who?'. and
they will say. Don't you know? That
is Henry Grady"
Henry Grady's life was too short
for the good of both the North and
the South. Henry Grady was a re-
porter on one of the New York pa
pers. think 1t was the Tribune or
the Herald, IL I remember right. and
he walked down the steps one morn
ing to go to work and he saw grape
on a door. He turned back and said
to his landlady.
who is dead down there?"
She said. II don't know"
Havenu't you heard anybody was
sick?"
She said. ct should say not, I have
troubles of my own"
He said, You are going to the
funeral?"
She said IT am not, I am going to
put a piece Of oil cloth down in
kitchen and wash my curtains"
What? Haven't time to run in
and see sick neighbor, haven't
time to help put them beneath the
ground?
This Is no place for Henry
Grady; we may be a little behind
the times down in the Southland
out we are not so crazy making
money that we can't run in and
say a word, and that we can't
knock on work and help follow our
friends to- the grave yard and drop
few tears and a few flowers, and
am going back home"
On his way he stopped in Wash
ington and as he looked at the
capitol on the hill he said:
That is the capitol of my na-
ton, where we send the represen-
tatives and the senators and all to
make our laws which govern and
control the millions of this great
country" AN
Then on his way home he stop.
ped In the home of a Southern
planter. where he brought the SER
wants in and twice a day read the
Bible and prayed. And when he
got home he wrote an editorial in
the atlanta Constitution and said
Tribute to Grady.
Il was wrong when I said that
magnificent building on the hill OF
Washington at he head of PennsyI-
vania avenue was the capitol and
the home of the nation. The home
Of my nation Is the home where
men and women are taught. to pray
and the children to love God and
hate a lie."
He found himself drifting into q
great whirlpool of business and
politics and one day they missed
him and for several days, no edi-
torials appeared in the Atlanta
Constitution. from Henry Grady's
brain or pen. He packed his grip
he went out into the hilly country
in Georgia to where his old mother
lived in the old house, where Henry
and the rest of her babies were
born. He walked around to the
kitchen door, under the speaking
elm, and he said as he dropped his
grip:
Mother. am drifting and have
come back"
She knew what It meant and she