Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-06-03
THE COUNTRY HOME
CONDUCTED BY MRS w. n. FELTON,
Ship Full of Returning Soldiers
New York City, May %, 1919.

warm udy VI SlSilL-SeelHS III anu
around New York City.
After we left Staten Island on re-
turn trip we saw a great ocean
liner coming toward us. 1t was
American soldiers-all in uniforms
and they were cheering to the echo.
Our ferry boat was full of pas
sengers and they began to cheer and
wave newspapers and handkerchiefs
We thought for awhile that the
ocean liner was going to dock near
where we were going in. but they
were halted by tug boat, and were
quarantined out in the bay. 1t must
have been a disappointment to the
soldier boys-because they were so
near to New York-and doubtless
there were good many relatives
ready to greet them.
Their impotence was very natural,
because they have been kept. over
seas since the armistice of Novem-
Der ia long time for homesick
boys and anxious parents here in
America-and war over, as they
think. We also passed near a hos
pital ship, and we saw them letting
rails into the boats that were ready
for them.
We saw an Italian ocean liner
come along filled with passengers
that was also stopped before landing.
New York bay is beautiful sheet
of water, and filled with all sorts of
shipping boats, big and little.
Governors Island" is prominent,
where an American officer, high in
rank, occupies the fine military post.
There seemed to be very large
number of soldiers houses. built
near the stone wall, that encases the
whole island.
Liberty Enlightening the World"
was in full view. that immense
statue on Bedloe's island. that greets
every returning American-from
overseas.
We rode over the famous Brooklyn
bridge in the afternoon. and more
than twenty miles across Long Is
land, before we started back to New
York City.
Crowds of people were going down
to Coney Island. Cheap fares and
very frequent trains induce sight
seers to visit these summer resorts.
We were able to ride on the ele-
waited trains, and the subway trains,
as well as on the surface cars.
New York seems to be crowded,
hotels and restaurants crowded to
the limit.
The God Of Day-The Sun
hope our young readers will
read and remember the bit of poetry
I am going to copy in this article.
1t will make a fua speech for some
girl or boy when the school term
closes and we must celebrate the
closing:
The Sun
When all the skies are clear and
blue,
The sun has lots of work to do,
But when his rays by clouds are
barred,
He's shining somewhere farther
Yet, when he works, he works all
day,
And never stops for food or play;
And even if he's in eclipse,
He does not cease his daily trips;
And when we think he's gone to
rest,
He's shining somewhere farther
And while we fold our weary hands
His beams are lighting other lands.
He's not like men who work for pelf,
And has no evenings to himself,
For with the sun it's always light,
And where he goes there is no night,
If we could all be like the sun
How smoothly everything would
He is not gruff and rude, and thus
Is different from most of us.
He's never cross like you and me,
Though in July he seems to be. 50,
He's happy when he does his best,
And brightest when he's busiest.
Arthur Macy, in Youths Com
panion.
We have all noticed the cheerful
ness that the sun brings when we
have had long spell of snow, or
a long spell of rainy weather, or
clearing-up after the hailstorms
cease, and the thunder and lightning
subsidies. There may be a good
many clouds in the sky, when the
sun shines brightly, but they are
not the sort of clouds that cyclones
and hurricanes bring along with
them. But some will say-what
about July and August when the sun
gets up hot and stays hot until it
goes down in the late afternoons?
The sun knows it's own business
better than I can explain, but we
must have that hot weather to hur-
ry up the growing crops, so that we
sunshine is a great disinfectant,
great purifier also. When sunlight
gets into dark hooks and corners,
where mould gathers and vegetation
rots, then we see it's rejuvenating
power. If the young people will no
tice closely-all the beasts of the
fields and the fowls Of the air show
glad signs when the sun beams
down on the wet grass. They are
py that they must lie down and
wallow. They are full of joy.
And the little plants that have
been beaten down by hairstorms-
they sit up and take notice-they
put forth new sprouts where the
old storm had thrashed off, and ev-
cry little plant puts on smile and
split milk with these Industrious
little plants. And the little birds
they start chorus of gladness at
che break of day. No matter if yes
terday's storm has beaten out some
well-built nests, and things are in
disorder and the eggs are mashed
on the ground or maybe the unf1edg-
ed little ones are no more, the work
never stops. They start over again
rs soon as the sun shines, and they
pick their wet feathers and prun
themselves like a girl with vanity
box, and maybe sing a song Of
praise, ttat it is as we'll with them
as it is-they are real philosophers.
The brave people of this old world
are not those who talk most about
courage, but it is the steady ones
that are glad that it is no worse.
Nothing can be hopeless for us that
leaves us alive, and able to start
over again.
What we can't help we must en-
dure, and the brave ones, who get
busy to repair the damage as soon
as time and strength allows, are
wonderfully helped when the sun
steps forth and bids them God
speed! AS our poet says: