Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-04-19
The Training of Jimmie Mcbride
BY EDGAR A. GUEST

The Training of Jimmie Mcbride
BY EDGAR A. GUEST
Jimmie Mcbride was commonsense
lad,
The son of a commonsense mother
and dad,
Who had born him and bred him
to labor,
He'd been taught what common
sense lad understands,
That the Lord in His wisdom had
given him hands
For handing a pick or sabers
Your feet are for walking" his
father once said;
ITO see with God gave you two eyes
in your head,
And your mouth is for eating and
drinking.
And that you'll remember, I'm MAX
ing it plain
You've also been given what men
call brain,
And the brain is put in there for
thinking.
Now you've all the equipment the
greatest possess,
And some men have risen to glory
with less
So don't be afraid, but go it;
If it's honest and useful, and ought
to be done,
Don't think it beneath you, but
jump in my son,
Go straight to your duty and dc
it,"
When Jimmie came home with dirt
on his face
They never once said: Its a shame
and disgrace!
Poor boy. you are worn out and
weary"
No pity for Jimmie his 1abors in
spired-
His old father said, "It is sweet tt
be tired,
1t makes the homecoming sc
CHEEKY"
His old mother said, with pride il
her eye,
There's nothing like work to put
| flavor in pie,
Come in and sit down to your din
| ner''-
And they said to themselves, wher
! he'd gone to bed,
| He's earning his way, and he:
forging ahead,
Our Jimmie Mcbride is a winner
And when their old age came or
them at last
No touch of great stole the joy from
the past,
Nor envy or happier neighbor,
And they thanked the good Lord
who had sent them their Jim
| That they'd had the wisdom in deal
ing with him,
To teach him the value of labor.
Rain, pass US by,
Come again next July"
| is about the song the people in this
I'Tennessee valley would sing righ
now if singing should occur to them
| But am afraid there is not a great
number singing. There is twice a.
| much tobacco being smoked, and {
| great many more men are reading
| the papers and some, of course, are
mending plows and fixing tools 81
as to be ready for the day that is
| fair. There has been a vast amour
| of water poured upon this portion
of the earth's surface this year. W.
are a hopeful people, and when the
rain falls we hope this is the las
| shower for awhile. A sunny da!
| comes and the men begin to plal
for blowing; we have planted ou
garden twice, an acre that wa!
| meant for oats and never got DIR!
| enough was then broken for earl.
corn. The farmer said, I'VE will
get the seed in the ground tomor
row." The stars came out and tn,
air was the growing" sort. A
usual, [ went out the last thing be
lore the house is shut up to see i
a certain bunch of chickens ar,
properly housed, and I told thu
| farmer he would plant his corn from
a boat or use an umbrella. Sur
| enough, the heavens opened and tn
floods descended. Not far from us
in plain view, is a dip in some LANE
that belongs to a neighbour. Whel
| the creek rises there is a large, me
| dunn, or small lake over there
Sometimes it's not there day, some
times several days, but this year i
has come and gone pretty regularly
| There is sure to be an UNUSUAL,
late planting This year, and this sor
of weather should make the farmer
see the wisdom in planting for food
feed and grazing.
I believe I can safely say that tn
average farmer, not alone in thi
section, but in much of the south
is afraid that their corn will not las
| until nlOWtir1a is over R1esced i