The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1921-11-13

The time Will come too soon When
you will long for the touch OF hands
that have turned to dust and sigh
for voice which is still. the sad
dcst time in the life OF 4 young
person is when home l1aes its in
oliver Wendell Holmes said
Man has q thousand roosts, but
only one nest, your hom2."
In q Scotch regiment ih tho var
In India years ago, the men were
dying and 1t haffled tho skill OF the
physicians. They couid not dis
cover the reason. but finally they
discovered they were dying from
home-sicknesa We are drifting away
they were playing annie Laurie,
Coming Through the Rye and
The Bluebells OF Scotland" ond
this made them think of the heaihs
and hills. They were dying from
homeslckness. We are drifting away
from our homes.
Fathers are busy. mothers give
the care Of their children over TO
some nurse whose only interest," in
your child rs so manv dollars n
week salary. They will throw the
care OF the household Into the
hands OF the servants They viii
spend five nights week down At
the opera. down at the Dutch lunch,
hitting the booze, cocktails. cham
pagnes and wines Oh you can
cluthe your child IN silks and saiins
and laces and ribbons that would
/ confound aud confuse AMI max" u
/ French milliner buRhouse. But your
/ children, my friends, they are
/ orphans. In India they throw their
| children 10 the orocodiles in the
| filthy Ganges To-day We are toss
| Ing them into the maceratnr OF So
/ ciety, OF differences, OF apathy
| Great God. 90 something!
The average little sissy that
hasn't sprouted long skirts, Knows
more about the devil and sin at iG
years OF age than her grandmother
did when she was 20.
An old missionary returned to the
Pacific coast and the San Fran
cisco Examiner hired him to go up
and down tho iand month, Visit
ing the homes of the rich and poor.
and then come back and write an
editorial on what impressed him
most during the 80 years of absence
He thought he would write about the
|searchlight. He thought he would
write about the sky scrapers and the
new skyline. lie thought he would
] write dDOuI u nuluifu anu bllN
things but he said this;
when | went away from America
80 years ago It was a rare thing
that could find a home where they
didn't pray and read the Bible with
their children at least once day.
have for one month. from Seattle
down to San Diego, visited the
homes OF the rich, OF the working
class, OF the educated and OF the
ignorant and II is a rare thing thai
have ever been in a home whore
they open the Bible or even ASK
Il blessing at the table. IL you want
to know what astonishes me 1t 4,
that America has forgotten God II
80 years
Wake up! Ny God! ten you
love my country, but we can't throw
1t into Gods face all our days anC
defy the Lord. Don't forget It.; az
long as you breathe you can't do it
No. sir
And II we live right, then oui
children will never grow up to wal
as did my friend, the poet. Thorn
as Hood:
Il remember, I remember
The house where | was born;
{ The little window where the sun
He never came "a bit too soon
Or brought 100 lang a day;
But now 1 often with the night
Had borne my soul away.
II remember, remember.
9 The fir tree-dark and high;
, Why. | used to think her slende
r top
Was close against the sky.
oh ftau In
But now it's little Joy to know
! That I'm farther off from heaven
Than when was little boy"
oh. there are lot of men jus
= like him, God pity them! l tell yol
We are drifting away.
r No leaders were more closely fol
lowed than the mother. If 1t ha,
! not been for the pleading and ex
= postulations Of his mother, Georg
. Washington would have been n mid
I shipman in the British navy an
= CORVALLIS would have given hi
| sword to someone else at Yortktowl
@ and that magnificent monument ol
. the banks OF the Potomac would no
5 be there and IL It was, IL would no
be. to perpetuate the deeds OF som
n other. and the name OF our capita
4 OF the nations would not be Wash
r ington.
= John Randolph with that excit
d able nervous temperament, rose i
:. the house of Representatives q
e Washington and said, III 1t had nc
p been for my mother" somebod
l. had sneered at religion and jon
@ Randolph sprang to his feet an
r with his black eyes swapping and hi
:, hair like ravens wing, hangin
. over his shoulders, John Randolp
d said.
:, "lf II had not been for my mother
sir who taught me when a boy I
q kneel by my trundle bed and shu
E my eyes and say, our Father VIII
G art in heaven. Hallowed he IN
C name and Now lay m- duwn I
sleep, l pray the Lord my soul {
n keep /, John Randolph OF Roam
Il oke. would be an infidel."
e Gray, the author OF "Elegy in
e Country Churchyard. said, that h
= was one of large family OF childre
r who had the misfortune TO suryiy
IT his mother, and live a little ionge
~ than she lived. On. What a tribut,
i my friend, to the memory of he
d The ideal mother. my friends. is IN
product of civilization, which Gu
Al minated In ana radiated from IN
n manger Of Bethlehem, Jochobed III