Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-01-31
AUNT JULLA'S COUNCIL
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Dear Aunt Julia: Would you be kind
enough to publish letter of a lonesome
soldier in the Hawaiian Islands? l have
been here twenty-five months and find it to
be a very uncomfortable place for a person
Of my age
The grass skirts and the beautiful Ha
waiian sunshine with the lure of the uku-
lele mak-s this a very desirable place for
tourists, but to 4 solder this soon gets
tresome, white girls are scarce over here
and what few there are do not care to
associate with n soldier, so you see this is
good encouragement for the blues
Win be pleased to hear from any one that
wishes to write, and will answer all letters
that / receive. Yours sincerely, -
WILLIAM CARPENTER.
Hq. Battery 18th r. A. Brigade,
SchofeId Barracks Hawaii.
Dear Aunte and Cousins Here come
agaiu knocking for admittance, guess the
wastebasket got my other letter. Oh, cous-
ms, l am Just up from the measles. l
didn't like them either believe me. l get
awful lonesome these days, for most of my
pastfme is reading and ] can't read now.
DO any Of you cousins remember me? IT'S
been about four years since ~ other letter
was printed. I will not describe myself,
only say | will be nineteen years old Feb
ruary >, have a twin? If So please write,
If this is printed Will come again and tell
~ (MIss) BEATRICE, DAVIS.
Englewood Tenn.
Dear Aunt Julia and Cousins: Please
make room for another girl from Florida.
have been reading the Letter Box for
long time and l think Aunt Julia just fine
to give so much of her time to the boys
and girls. Don't you agree with me cous-
ms? I guess most of YOU cousins are in
school now. l have been out of school for
over five weeks account of my health /
am a junior. My, but we have been having
cold weather for Florida, even the milk and
eggs have been frozen. I have just returned
from a wonderful trip to Deland Wish
al you cousins could have seen the pretty
lakes and orange groves. James Terry,
come again. l lost your address. I don't
want to break Aunt Julia's rules so will bid
you all farewell All of you cousins write
to a lonesome girl, who can't go to school.
] (J1SS) WILLIE BELLE TERRY.
Fort White, Fla,
Hello, auntie and cousins! What a crowd
of cousins. ! fear there isn't any room for
me. But, listen, every one Of you. 1t will
soon be two years since ! visited the Letter
Box. Probably l will he admitted il | will
promise not to take up much time. But my!
Such a beautiful afternoon! How can any
one write a short letter? I have just fin
ished reading Saturdays paper. When The
Journal comes l always look the first thing
to see who has written TO the Letter Box
for l surely do enjoy reading letters from
all you cousins How many of YOU cousins
school now. I am in the eighth grade. We
have eight teachers in our school We do
have lots of good times at recess and noon
Who has my birthday, July s? Guess my
age; It is between twelve and seventeen.
If any of you wants to write, just send
your cards and letters to me. 1 will try
and answer all received. An old cousin
(MISS) CHRISTINER PERKINS0N.
Morliua, \. c..
Dear Aunte: Knock, knock! Oh, but it
certainly is cold this morning. | hope /
will be able to gain admittance into your
happy. Jolly and interesting council It
sure is good of auntie to give us corner
all to ourselves. l will take a subject this
time, on Life" You know, cousins, we
are all actors on the broad stage of life,
some so good as to make their actions al
most real; others so poor as to almost seem
pitlful. But, 'all actors right from be-
ginning to end We are all ships sailing
the broad sea Of life. Some with colors
flying against the wind under full head of
steam, carrying Our loved ones safely into
the harbors of love, honor sincerity and
integrity. Others only common fretghters
carrying useless cargo to be discharged
upon the shores of failure and desolations
While still others are rushing across this
wide ocean of life without rudder or COM
pass leaving in their way desolation and
sorrow and despair, until finally they sink
beneath the dark waters Of life consisting
of broken hearts and their own misdeeds.
But cousins, remember, it Is up to us
to take our own course upon this boundless
sea Of life to man our ship and sail
her to the port we desire. And also remem"
her that,
When this old world turns her back, dear
And points with finger of scorn,
Remember there's One who thinks of you,
cousins, "GOd,"
AS pure as the day you were born.
One who overlooks all your faults,
And sees lust only the good,
One who win shoulder all your cares,
Make you happy if He could,
For we are only an atom,
stone on the highway OF life,
Battered around by the world
OF sorrow, trouble and strife,
A bundle of weeds to be blown here and
there,
To lodge wherever We may,
Until beat to the ground by storms and rain,
And have nothing else 10 say,
But when the clouds they hover above,
And your heart it is heavy with pain,
Remember the sun is sure to shine out,
And make YOU feel happy again.
So remember the friends who stick to you,
cousins.
All along life's dark highway,
Who do all they can to tighten your cares
And to brighten your way,
The sun may be bright and sidney TO-DAY
Tomorrow may bring storms, showers ana
So cousins, never forget the friends Of to-
day,
Tomorrow you may need them again.
MABEL WHITESlDE.
Citra, Fla.
r Aur+ Tr1io ond Cousins: 7 have