The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1919-01-17

A woman who was the mother of
seven noble sons was asked how h
ever raised them so successfully. She
said, Il did 1t with prayer and a good
hickory switch"
/ don't know Of two better instru-
ments on earth. You can't pray all
the time nor lambast all the time;
you can't do that. No. sir.
Now, I don't believe in licking the
kids all the time. and for every frac-
ture OF your laws and rules. There
are homes that need that hickory
anss. y y. 'aette 27c&e 'sN~ ese,T
When the devil robs a boy the last
thing he takes from him is what he
learned on his mothers knee.
I preached in q town out In Penn
=, lvAnis. The first time I ever
preached In what they call the East.
The maIodors Of the ~barnyard are on
me yet and ! am proud Of 1t. Out in
this town in Sharon. Pa. l was going
home one afternoon across the She
mango river and / looked down the
street and j saw q movers wagon.
Behind was an old COW %piooing along
the interurban from Youngstown to
Newcastle, paying no attention to the
people from the steel mills or the
automobiles going up and down, and
l looked up and saw a little spotted
calf in the box right behind. / said:
20. that Is her baby. She proposes
to know where that calf Is every
minute. She don't propose that any
thing Is going to divert her attention"
/ looked Gro the street In front
OF the fashionable booze joint where
the bioods Of the town used to go and
hit It up. and saw III young fellows
standing out there with their hats
like friend eggs; breaches creased SO
you could sharpen a lead pencil on
them. dressed In the height of
fashion, and / said:
Il suppose the mothers Of those
boys are down at IN bridge whist
or literary society discussing me. or
leaving the dis off. They don't know
where their boys are or don't care"
Il looked again in a minute and /
said: 'By gosh, I take my hat off to
the old COW"
Now, II Is the nature of a child to
follow. You have started across the
room and heard a dull crash and you
looked UP and saw your little one
sprawling on the floor.
Humbolt tells that he found par
rots In South America. the only living
VI GALLUP tft6l COuIu cpcdh the IAN
guage OF a 1oet and forgotten race
and although the teachers were dead
the pupils remained and they knew
the characteristics Of the teachers,
through the pupils of the parrots that
lived to be one hundred fifty years
of age.
A friend of mine sat one day in his
beautiful parior. He heard laughter
In the hall. opened the door and looked
cut, and his little f~our-yeaf-oid boy
lad gone up stairs and dressed up in
his fathers clothes. The trousers were
away down to the floor. but he had
rolled them up and the coat hung down
a foot behind. his sleeves hid his hands.
he had his hat DIT. 1t fen dow over
his head and rested ON his shoulder.
and his fathers collar looked like a
horse collar around "A midget. and his
fathers vest touched the floor and he
said:
Like His Daddy.
THAT Is the most solemn picture I
have ever seen. TAX him to the pho
tographer and have his picture taken
Just as he IL. That tells me he wants
to be like me"
So they too his photo and when he
left home the last thing he put in his
grip was the picture. and the first thing
he took cut. when ne would get to the
hotel was tire picture. He would put
II on the dresser and look at It, 1t was
the last thing he said good night to
ana the frst thing that he said good
morning to. And every time he looked
at IT. II seemed to say: Y
Go on daddy. but be careful where
yon are going ~becauserI am following
you, I want tn he msSou-"
Don't shut the doc Of the house and
fear the sun will fade a little patch
Of carpet. Oh. don't drive the chill
1~AAA yAt~ tAa atrcnt fr yYnv yAC$ thA
merry. laughter will shake the cob
webs from the corners. II you want
to ruin your home, let your children
understand hat mirth and laughter
must be left out OF doors. Let them
regard home as only a place to work
and sleep. and the work has begun
which will end in wreckaCe.
Young men and women must have
| fun, and IL they can't have II at home
they viii hunt out the haunts OF vice
where a great line of God-forsaken
, good -~for-nothing cormorants congre-
gate to lead them from JesuS~Christ
and virtue. from truth and decency.
Don't repress the buoyant laughter. Oh!
a halt hour round the fire side telling
| stories will iron out their troubles and
will be a panacea to their aches and
their pains.
Put your home first: put your home
nrst Oh! men. women. the time will
come too Foon when the family circfe
will be broken. the time will come TOO
soon. Whenever 1t comes, II Is too
soon. and death is an unweicome Wis.
ftor. When ne comes suddenly or at
the end OF a long sickness, he Is never
welcome. The time will come too soon
when you will long for the touch OF
hands hat have turned to dust and
sigh for . voice which is still. the sad
fdest time in the life Of a Young person
is when home loses its influence.
Oliver Wendell Holmes said. Man has
a thousand roosts, but only one nest,
your home"
In a Scotch regiment In the war in
India years ago. the men were dying
, and It baffled the skin of he physi-
| clans. They could not discover the
reason. but finally they discovered thew
, were dying from Inconsistencies. The
Scottish musicians were piping the
home airs. they were PLAYING annie
Laurie" Coming Through the Rye
and The Bluebells Of Scotland" and
this made them think Of the heaths
and hills. They were diving from home
sikness. We are drifting away from
our homes.
Fathers are busy. mothers give the
care of their children over to some