Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-12-30

the first week in January. OF course
| you know how I'm hoping that
many of the letters will contain good
health records.
| Lovingly,
AUNT JULIA.
| P. S.: Will also publish our last
honor roll of the year next week.
Camp Hill, Ala, Nov. IS, 1922.
| Dear Aunt Julia: Am sending one
of my pictures for our album as re-
| quested. And, Aunt Julia, if it is
not asking too much, I would like
to have a postcard or kodak picture
of yourself and family, too, if you
have any on hand. I'm going to
get me an album just for the pic
lures. of the cousins of the letter
box, and would like. very much to
have one Of yours for the front
page.
Will finish my letter in rhyme:
We all~should ever, my dearest aunt,
Keep from our lips the words, Il
can't"
We may climb the steepest hill
| By the aid Of the magic words, Il
will"
|
live,"
Are contained in the words, For
get and Forgive"
In spring the flowers could not
bloom,
If they only remembered the win
ters gloom.
We all have many a blessing lost
Because we couldn't forget the
frost,
In the cold the flowers not buds will
form,
But bloom in the sunshine after the
storm.
With love and best wishes, your
nephew, ROSS HOLSTON.
P. S.-Picture will come in diff
ferent package.-R. H.
Good morning to all: "Wish you
a Merry Christmas" How it rings
out from every home when we reach
this greatest holiday Of the year!
No home so humble, none so
great, that this is not the greeting
which comes as the dear ones meet.
Christmas! The very word thrills
the heart! 1t gladdens young and
old. 1t brightens the pathway of
lonely and happy hearted. For just
one day we forget the aches and the
pains, the troubles and the secu-
lar joys, the worries and the little
pleasures of the everyday life and
give ourselves up to the lure of the
beautiful Christmas day.
| Why is it that Christmas
pulls so at the heartstrings? Why
save that day as the time for giving
the best we have. On other days
we sometimes make gifts that seem
to us appropriate, and they always
bring something Of satisfaction. But
when we give at Christmas we
empty every storehouse Of it's treas
ures and pawn them out without
stint or measure, and we do it so
gladly and so eagerly that we for
get every thought Of SACRIFICE.
Giving, giving to the limit! This
is the secret Of Christmas season,
and such giving, and only such,
brings joy that cannot be expressed
in words. We receive and we know
love could do no more. We give
and those who are blessed under
stand that we have poured out our
hearts best.
Now and then we hear some one
say, Il wish Christmas never would
come again! 1t. costs sou Stop a
moment and think!
Do you really mean that? If you
have found it true, then you may
fear that you have measured your
gifts with the yard stick of money
You have not let love hold the CUB
while you, filled it.
For after all love is what makes
Christmas the happiest day of all
the year. Love makes the gift sa-
cred. Love sweetens and bright
ems and sanctifies whatever we do
in the right spirit. Love crowns
day, act and thought. Blessed be
the day of the Christ, who first
taught us the meaning Of love to
the uttermost.
Again wishing you a Merry
Christmas and a happy New Year,
your loving cousin,
ELSIE LEE THOMAS:
Herbert, Ala.
November Is, 1922.
Dear Aunt Julia and Cousins:
1 have just finished reading the
letter box and decided 1 would write.
NV grandmother takes the paper
and I always get it from her. 1 am
going to give my mother The At
lanta Tri-weellly Journal as
Christmas present.
Don't you consins think 1t is
fine paper? I do. I always like to
read the paper.
What are all the cousins doing?
I guess you are in school. I live
in the country on a farm and like
farm life.
We have parties for amusement
Our teachers gave a box supper for
the benefit of the school. 1 am a
girl eighteen years old.
Will answer all letters received
and will tell you more about this
part of the country.
With love and best wishes to Aunt
Julia and cousins.
Your new cousin,
ELMA MALONE.
Mccullough, Ala.
Dear Aunt Julia and Cousins:
| Will you admit another Georgia girl
| into your happy band Of boy and
girls? I've been reading the letter
box for quite a while, and enjoy
it very much. 1t is so nice Of Aunt
Julia to let us get acquainted with
each other this way. I was sixteen
years OF age December 9.
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