Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-04-28
DON'T WORRY

DON Il WOhNI
A little peach in the orchard grew,
Listen to my tale of woe;
Johnny Jones and his sister Sue,\
Listen to my tale of woe.
I might substitute a little chick
and make heart-moving song for
am sure that there has never been
steadier succession of upsets to
plans than have come to this place
this year. For the edification of
some, and to show others that we
must not give up, even after the
seventh calamity, I will tell you
some of mine. But in the begin.
ming I want to say that bless the
Lord for His goodness and mercy.
I am thankful for the sunshine, for
haelth and friends, and that our mis-
haps have been in a sense minor.
Much money, labor and time have
been sacrificed, but all that could
have been worse. Gardens replant.
ed, etc. I have used my little Buck.
eye constantly for five years, six
months in each year it is full and
faithful. The price of oil went up
and the powers that be decided that
the grade of oil did not matter as
much as the price, so the stuff we
must use is a encouragement to any
self-respecting incubator. Did you
ever notice how things happen on
Sunday? Well, one Sunday after.
noon I found mine smoking like a
steam engine. The mercury tried to
break the top out. I got things
cleaned up, the eggs aired. and dis
covered, a leaking tank. Those eggs
might be good so they must be given
a chance. I set a saucer under the
leak and filled the tank every day.
I got AZ out of SIS eggs. Of-course
would not send those chicks away.
gave them to good hen and kept
them in a warm place for 10 days.
until the weather got so balmy that
I put them, box and all, outdoors,
and that was the night the mercury
dropped to IS, They got chilled and
lost all of them. The Japanese
are fatalists, and they would have
said, "Doshi demo, -those chicks just
had to die"
| hated having to write some GUS
toners that I couldn't fill their or
ders on the dates promised. But
machine and was getting straight
VIXEN a hen, setting on eggs from
two hens that I had refused twenty
dollars each for, became sick and
spoiled the IA eggs two days before
they were due to hatch. They were
as cold as the worlds charity next
morning. I've have & basket stol-
ZEN, and one set too near the steam
pipes and it has cut short my own
flock, but L had a bunch that were
delight to the eyes, thrifty big
bodies a month old and last Sun
day some one left the gate open On
the western side of IAN acre garden.
had the hen in the northeastern
corner and shoat found them and
left three.
Words failed me. I went in the
house and sat down and wondered
like Job did about some of his
calamities. I picked up the Ala
bama Christian Advocate and found
entirely across the front page these
words when Everything Goes
Wrong" Rev. James l.. Gordon
had put into words the thought in
my mind. L read his sermon and
= NAAAi SUNS ~ SAfO -yOu IL llII6 OIL
1t; The day when everything goes
wrong is the day when your phi
losophy of life breaks down. We
all have our share of circumstantiaI
misfits. There is no work, place
or position in life without it's wor.
ries, annoyances, perplexities, anx-
ieties and surprises. No tale of woe
is quite as bad as yours-destiny has
given his choice bitS of tribulation
to you. The gods have an evil eye
On you. You were born under an
unluclly star, for no matter how
much or how well you plan, things
go wrong and there are days when
everything goes wrong. This is
your experience, and your neigh
boris and NINE
I wish I might give you the en-.
tire sermon, but here is his closing