The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1922-05-16
TRIBUTE Is PAID TO
! MEMORY OF MOTHERS
"A SPECIAL FEATURE OF THE
PROGRAM WAS AN ADDRESS
BY COL. r. r. JONES.


baskets and vases, For mothers liv-
ing flowers bright, for mothers mem
DRY flowers white, was an appropriate
setting for the following program ar
ranged by the Sunday school in honor
of Mothers day:
Opening song, How Firm Foun-
dation;" Van Dykes Prayer for
Mothers" Miss Rowena Bum; scrip
ture lesson, John l9:25-26-27, Miss
Catherine Roberts; Origin of Moth
ers' Day." Col. R. R. Jones; James
Whitcomb Riley's Tribute to Moth
er," William Lewis; solo, my Moth
Ier's Song" Mrs, R. R. Jones, with re-
lfrain by choir; selection, Mother, "
Mrs. c.. A. Harris; MY Mothers
Hands, " Josephone Hunt; song, Shall
1--WE Gather at the River" by the audi
ence. Closing prayer by the pastor,
Rev. Reese Griffin.
Young ladies stood at each entrance
to the church with white and red
/ flowers for those not already wearing
the emblems. Superintendent r. D.
Smith with a number of others were
at the church early to welcome the
large crowd. Arrangements were made
to accommodate the Wesley Bible
class on the church lawn. At the close
of the exercises members of this class
carried bouquets to a number of those
shut in by illness or inhrmity of age
By unanimous request made in fore
NAL vote by the large congregation
we publish below the beautiful address
of Col R. R. Jones:
Mothers Day
"We honor ourselves and the moth
ers of America when we do anything
to give emphasis to the home as the
fountain head of the state" These.
words are in the preamble of the Con
gressional resolution which fixes the
second Sunday in May as Mothers
day. The idea of a mothers day was
first conceived only a few years ago
by Miss Anna Jarvis, of Philadelphia,
when she wanted to commemorate the
death of her mother She suggested
that one day in each year be set aside
as Mothers day. Her suggestion met
with public favor, and sentiment was
quickly crystalized, resulting in this
day being conseerated by the solemn
ty and sanctity of this great govern
ment of ours, as memorial to the
greatest power, with the sweetest SEN
timent and the tenderest relation of
humanity, a mothers love.
The appropriate emblem for Moth
ers' day is the rose. Not only for its
subtle fragrance, but because its inn
maculate purity suggests to us the
hottest of LIES relationships. What
love is purer than a mothers? 1t con-
tains no faint of selfshness Both in
essence and in origin, it is something
divine 1t recoils from no sacrifice, it
complains of no labor 1t outlingers all
the other loves of earth 1t never lets
go. A mothers love adapts itself to
every varying fortune. In prosperity
it is an ornament; in adversely a
shield; in disgrace a mantle; in power
ty klondyke; in sickness balm of
Gilead; and in death a beacon to a
better land.
Although the years may have sped
since. some of us sat around mothers
freside, and our locks may be turning
white with silver threads among the
gold, but no matter whittier we have
drifted on the voyage OF life, nor how
far we have gone, we have found no
holier shrine at which to bend than
mothers knee.
The father may turn his boy adrift.
He may deny him the shelter of the
ancestral home, he may disown him
before the whole world, but mothers
love is spun of finer silk.
There is still within this world,
A brilliant, fadeless light,
Which, like a star, shines through the
cloud
OF sorrows darkest night;
Which hovers round our pathway,
Wherever we may rove;
1t is the light reflected
From a mothers holy love-
We are fated to forget many things,
but there are some accents which ring
in our ears like the music Of silver
bells. In our journey down the path
way of life we can hear them distinct
ly above the roar of the loudest catar-
act In our darkest days the recollec-
tons of our mother pour laughter and
sunshine into our heart, and these are
sweeter to us than the bugle echoes,
because they are mothers.
Who will ever forget the pies that
mother used to bake? Who can rival
the wonderful stories which she was
want to tell us on evenings of long
ago, when she unlocked for us the
realm of the fairies, with the key of
once upon a time2'
Whether she be here among these
blossoms of an earthly springtime, or
yonder, beneath the boughs of .the
fadeless evergreen, she is with us still
in ten thousand hallowed recollections.
Yes, we will wear the rose for moth
er. for when ali the keys have been
touched, and all the chords have been
swept, and all the Ministries have sung,
lit still remains that the sweetest OF
'life's lingering strains is the one
which tells of her. We will pluck the
fairest flowers in all the garden as
tribute to the pure heart, for it mat
tiers not what riches we accumulate,
or what honors we attain, or how dame
fortune lavishes her gifts upon us, LIES
greatest debt we owe to her, who
twined her arms about us in our in
fancy, and who, as night came on, be-
meath the tender benediction OF the
golden stars, taught us at her knee to
whisper:
Now | lay me down to sleep"