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Mother and Home Country’s Safepards, Says Rev. Sunday (Continued Prom Page One.) may pile up your luxuries around you. Your larders may be filled with the most delicate viands that the fields and markets of this old world can produce and by your wealth you may be enabled to put them on your table until it groans and staggers with the weight of the ^luxuries. You can spread the car pets of fabulous-wealth, or Persian ring on your floors. You can sit be neath the flash of the candelabrum, of wealth. You can eat your food from hand'-painted china. You can have, priceless tapestry hanging on yopr walls. You may have your servants do a marathon to see what you want, you may roll around in your limousine; you may scintillate in your pearls and your diamonds until you make the-milky way ,look like a second hand store. Paintings from the easels of the famous miasters of old may gaze upon you from the walls. But nothing will eyer make happy the father or the mother who waits for the coming footsteps of some girl who had become careless and frivolous and coquettish, and they are. afraid- their name will be dis graced because, perhaps, she will help to feed the brothel, or shr- will become the mother of an illegitimate child because of her indifference. Or some whiskey-soaked boy who bears your name is putting a stain upon the family escutcheon that wealth and culture can never in the universe be able to erase. Not only 'does happiness center about the home, but the social and the moral and the civil and the re w ligious power centers about the home. The downfall of most men and women can be traced to some defect in the home. Not all of them, for there§are are homes where the children are trained rightly, but they get out with some God-forsak en, good-for-nothing moral assassins who electrocute and murder every thought and ambition, that might lead them tb be decent and serve God, and they go down the long line with a bunch wihose names are synonymous with whiskey, with booze, with blasphemy, with every thing that is degrading and pollut ing and infecting and infesting and blighting and pestilential. Every gambler leaning over his card table and staking his soul on the next show down, every drunkard reeling and staggering, and jabber ing, and maundering, and mutter ing, and vomiting, and spewing, and puking, and every debauched char acter and every fallen woman mer chandising^her wiomanhood for gain in some dark, rotten, festering spot of a great city, once was as pure as the morning dew. They knelt by their mother’s side and perhaps 3aid: “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the, Lord, my soul to keep.” Crimes of Vagrancy. Now nearly one-half of the in mates of the reformatories in this country committed the crimes for . which -they were incarcerated while they were in a state of voluntary or involuntary vagrancy. The genesis of vagrancy is too big a question for me or anybody else to attempt to handle in one ad dress but it is one of the most prolific sources of juvenile delin quency to be found. One-tenth of the boys and girls in the reforma tory have lost both parents and one half of them have lost father or mother, and 65 per cent of them came from homes where the parents had been divorced. s. So, broken homes and (wrecked lives seem to be synonymous and in separable, and many times sons and daughters brought up in idleness, w unrestrained in the expenditure of money, rapidly acquire profligate habits, and they figure conspicuous ly in the disgraceful escapades in scandalbus society and they indulge in fast horses and fast women, wiines, champagne, the most costly from the vineyards of France and .Galjf^rma,: and the long list of the . diversions of the indolent, idle,, in f differehtj, apatheitc, stolid, lazy and : they go to premature graves be cause of the dissolute, disreputable, arunKen, licentious lives tney uvea. Women Like Men. And of many of the women too much cannot be said in just con demnation. Oh! many of them, they are frivilous and they are silly, and they are extravagant, and they will throw to the winds all restraint of modesty and prudence, and pf religion, and the many virtues which are so noble and attractive in womanhood, and they allow themselves to be flattered, and bam boozled, and cajoled by a Jot of good-for-nothing, empty - headed ginks who call themselves men. They ought to be arrested for go ing >around disguised as men! You wouldn’t call some of them men if they didn’t have whiskers . and breeches on—and they loan their presence to. vaudeville, ,have it in their homes; they indulge in driking and gambling and the more familiar with poker chips, they are more familiar with these terms than they are wiith English and classic ’ literature—m'ore familiar with the costly brand 'of champagne and wines—they know about Piper Heidsick, and they know more about the names of expensive champagnes and wines than they do about the Word of God. They are more familiar with bridge whist — that is a sort of Twentieth Century name for draw poker. I have as much respect for gamblers in • a gambling room as I have for church men and church women who sit around and gamble under the guise of bridge whistr I think one of the prettiest pic tures' that God or the world ever looked upon is to see a father and a mother who are Christians lock arms and then take hold of the hand of the oldest child and the next oldest and the next and then the next and on down to the young est; and see the whole family go on singing and praying toward heaven. The Vilest Picture. And the blackest, vilest pcture that God or man' ever looked upon is a father who is not a Christian, a mother who is not a Christian, ,-lock arms and tlake hold of the ; oldest child and then the next and then the next ad then the next and see .the whole family go shrieking 'on to hell. And the biggest mon strosity that God or the world ever; looked upon is a mother with child ren playing around her knees, and they never hear from her lips a prayer, and never are taught Jesus Christ. Oh! the step-mother would be a godsend if she only had relig ion. That is not all. Sometimes ^stepmother would be a blessing if she were a Christian. Train up a child in the way that it should go and when it is old it will not depart from-thee, and if they are properly trained they will not often go astray. The normal way to get rid of drunkards is to get rid of the dirty, rotten, stinking hell-holes that are making them drunkards. I dion’t know, it always makes mfy blood boil to see a cop v^alk up and pinch a drunkard and lake him off to the police staton, while they throw the protecting arm of the law around the dirty, stinking, hell-hole that sold him the liquor. It gets my goat, it maxes my tuooc Don, aon t you know it. I can hardly wait to get at that dirty, stinking gang. Oh, it is not the great buildings, not the wealth, that attracts me as I go from city to city. Above the clamor of the market place comes the sobs of the boys who had no boyhood, the cries of the girls who have had ho girlhood, the children who will be crushed and damned and blighted because of sin. It isn’t the bright lightp of the White Way that dazzles me, but the faces—white, pinched, wan, pale, anemic—of the little children peering out of the s'hadowB of' misery. And I pray God to help me close my fist and drive ifin the face of the devil and drive him from the earth. One of the great papers of New York Gity had a picture while I was preaching there, of a poor boy, with a troubled careworn face, hiding on a strange doorstep, afraid to go home because of the drunken fath er, and the look on that boy’s face liaunts me yet. There are thous ands and tens of thousands in that great busy, whirling, teeming, rich, poor, praying, cursing, virtuous, li centious city. Gladstone and Talmadge were talking one time. Gladstone said: “Talmadge, talk about the ques tion of the day. There, is only one question. Settle that and you will settle every question and that is the quesion of religion in the home. Settle that and you will settle every social, political and economic and every other question, capital -or labor, because it will be whatsoever you would that men should do to you, do ye even so unto them. Then the world would be right, if we’d settle on the basis of religion.” He said, “Go fry the experiment first in your own home.” Mothers Greatest Need. I have no faith in a woman who talks of heaven and makes a hell out of her home. None at all. If I was going to investigate piety, J would ask your cook. I would not ask your preacher. He sees you on dress parade one day in seven. This talk about a clean hrjhrt is discounted when the kids look as though it was raining dirt. And you can read of a mother’s care, my friends, in the hieroglyphics we call the garments, the uncombed hair, the ripped dress, stockings hanging down like the skin on the back of a merino sheep, dirty nose, that does not mean the wisdom of a phophet, mothers down in the club perhaps. Atlanta’s Example. If you go down to' Atlanta, Ga., they will take you out to Piedmont Square and show you a monument and then you will ask: “Whose is that?” They will say: “That is Henry.” You will say: “Henry who?” and they will say, “Don’t you know|? That is Hienry Grady.” Henry Grady’s life was too short for the good of both the North and the South. Henry Gradv was a re THREE—SUNDAY—_ porter on one of the New York papers. I think it wds The Tribune or Herald, if I remember right, and he walked down the steps one rporning to go to work and he saw crepe on a door. He turned back and said to his landlady: “Who is dead down there?” She said: “I don’t know.” “Haven't you heard anybody was sick?” She said: “I should say not; I have troubles of my owin.” iHje said: “You are going to the funeral?” Ignoring the Funeral. She said: “I am not; I am going tio put a piece of oilcloth down in the kitichen and wash my curtains.” “What? Haven’t time to run in and see a sick neighbor? Haven’t time to help put them beneath the ground?” “This is no place for Henry Grady. We may be a little behind the times down in the Southland, but we are not so crazy making money that we can’t run in and say a word and help them, and that we can’t knock off work and help follow our friends to the graveyard and dr&p a few tears an$ a few flowers, ana I am going back to Dixie.” Hie resigned. On his wiay he stopped in Wash ington, and as he looked at the Cap itol on the hill he said: “That is the Capitol of my Na tion, where we send the Represen tatives and the Senators and all to make btir laws which govern' and control the millions of this great country.” Then on his way home he stopped In the home of a southern planter, where he brought the servants in and twice a day read the Eible and prayed. And when he got home he wrote an editorial in the Atlanta Constitution and said: “I was wrong when I said that magnificent building on the hill of Washington at the head of Penn sylvania Avenue w|as the Capitol and the home of the nation, The home of my nation is the home where men and women are taught t)o pr^y and the children to love God and hate a lie.” Back to HU Mother. He found himself drifting into a great whirlpool of business and pol itics, and one day they missed him and for several days no editorials appeared in The Atlanta ’Constitu tion from Henry Grady’s brais or pen. H;e packed his grip, he went into the hilly country of Georgia to where his old mother lived in the old house, where Henry and the rest of her babies were born. Hie walk ed around to the kitchen door, un der the spreading elm and he said as he dropped, his grip: “Mother, l am drifting and have come back.” She knew what it meant and she took him on her lap, like she did when he was a boy. And she bak ed him corn pbne and boiled him cabbage, and black-eyed beans and fried him chicken that nobody knows how to fry like mother, especially down South, then made him These little biscuits that' are about that high that they make, and he stayed for supper and when he got^ready to go to bed she took him up and and tucked him to bed. She would not go to live with Henry in the big nineteen room house on Peach tree street in Atlanta—she wanted tio live out in the country. Believes in Blood. I believe in blood. Blood tells in quadrupeds, in horses, hogs, dogs, and, in human beings as well. Blood tells, my friends. Oh, I believe in blood, good blood, bad blood, proud blood, human blood, honest blood, thieving blood, heroic blood, cow ardly blood, infidel blood, Christian bloody drinking blood, sober blood, licentious blood, virtuous blood. The large thick lip of the house of Hapsburg of Austria tells of li centiousness. If you don’t believe it, read the history of the house of Hapsburg. And the house of Stu art tells of cruelty and bigotry and sensaulities from th/e days of Mary, Queen of Scots, to King Charles L., Charles II., King James I, who showed the world what a big fool a Scotchman can be when a Scotch men is a fooL King James II., Scotch blood, stands for persistency, bull dog tenacity, stlck-to-it-iveness, never give up, fight to the last ditch, and then refuse to acknowledge defeat. I know a good deal about the Scotch Mrs, Sunday is a full blooded Seot. I feel toward N.ellie a good .deal like Joseph Choate felt towara his wife. Someone asked: “If you could choose to be some other man, who would you like to be?” and he said, “I’d rather be Mrs. Choate’s second husband.” And that is how I feel toward. Mrs. Sunday—I’d rather be her sec ond husband. Ahd, English blood stands for the reverence of the ancient asj. .shown by the fact that England spent $50,000,000 to put a crown on George’s block. Danish blood stands for love of the sea. Welsh blood, religious fervor and zeal for Jesus Christ. And the Jew blood capacity to make money, from the days of Abraham until now. Wealth of Ancients. According to our stand' of gold and silver, Abraham was worth a billion dollars. Da^id was worth $3,000,000,000. Solomon could have hired John D, Rockefeller for |a chauffeur. Solomon could have hired Andrew Carnegie for a butler. He could have hired J. Pierraont Morgan to cut his ilawn. Nero’s mother was a murderess, that is why that old libertine took stakes, , fastened them into the ground and th#n took men and wo men who believed in Jesus Christ and covered their bodies with resin and tar and strapping them to posts, set fire to them: and then he drove his chariots in his drunken revelry, while they were incinerated to ash es, because they would not deny faith in Jesus Christ. Patrick Henry’s' mother was elo quent, tha tsi the reason that every school boy. from New York to San Francisco knows, “Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death.” Phillip Good rich’s mother taught him Biblical history in the old Dutch fire place and the pictures in front of it. Home authority and home examples are needed. Home Neglect r atal. I have traveled up and down this land and I have met every beast upon the arena and I am convinced now that neither law or gospel can make a nation great without home authority and home example. Par ental neglect is one of the princi pal causes for the failure of, boys. Judicious control and moral training ar§ absolutely indispensable; neglect is not less fatal. That fool-doting parent who can not bear to correct that boy, may be compelled to see him corrected in the reformatory'and by the sov ereignty of the power of the State. I know a good many people go abound and sheer at the boy and say, “Oh, he is tied to his mother’s apron strings.” But that is an an cient term of reproaph and it in de signed to separate youths with pink hair from the last vestige of self restraint hnd from self-respect, mid that sneerng use of that phase will convert a fairly decent boy into a. loud-mouthed, swaggering tough with the vocabulary of * bowery bum and all the refined tastes of a wharf rat and ^the symptoms are: Ability to ^absorb more finecut than * tMjro-sfcory cuspidor can bold; a lie on his tongue that would make old Ananias look like a chrome of truth crushed to earth, and when a boy begins to hang his hat over one ear and hit the cigarette, and the booze, and calls his father, “the old man,” and puts a #>od share of the night chasing with some chicken down the white way, and trying to win a jack-pot on two fours, and. lays up against a quart of Red Eye in some suds parlor, and rrayds into the hay from the last dance with a three-step headache, its’ dollars to doughnuts that some cheap skate of a sport has called upon him to assert his independence of that string dangling from his mother’s waist len known as her apron string. . A Weak Sister. But, say, the young fellow who allows himself to be laughed into a cheap imitation of a three tyirat sport is a weak sister, take it irom me. And the indifference of some l'ool parents helps the devil’s game along. The father who crawls under the! blankets at 8 o’clock and allows his son to give the cops a merry chase j until the cocks crow will need a four-section fire ladder to get a look intd Heaven. . Some parents are so darned afraid that their boy will be called a milk sop that they let the bars down so low that there is nothing to stop him in his mad, wild rush to hell. But I have noticed this, that the boy who is tied to his mother’s apron strings, who cant’ tell four acqs from a load, of alfalfa—when there are forty applications for the job be goes home wiith the blue rib bon and tagged number one—-in other words he comes home with -the bacon. He is the fellow, yes; now, oh, the sporty guy, with a green vest and spats, a silk lid, puffy eyelids, he looks as good to a hard-headed business man as a counterfeit dollar. You bet your life. ] Better Than Gambling. I would rather he a hundred times over (and I would rather have my boy and I know you would yours) ; tied to his mother’s apron strings than hooked up to an appetite for sixty-cent- booze and a consuming desire to steal the next jackpot on a pair of fours. One of the danger signs of our time is the curse of idle mothers who just board around. They never darn a sock, they never patch a pair ( of pants, they never hemstitch a handkerchief or put any insertion —what' do you eall those? They just kind of drdg themselves down to their meals and if they ever go out it is to some entertainment, to some opera, to some fashionable dressmaker or milliner, and if they die and ydu keep it out of the papers, nobody Wll miss them—ex cept their husbands when they get the milliner’s bill. Are you one of those mothers who let their frizzle-head, lip-stick, man icured daughters go riding around the country and don’t know where they are going? If you don’t know what time of night your daughter trails in and what kind of company she keeps your howls won’t be noti ced when the tongues of the gos sips get busy. The girl who insists on spooning with every pfarriage able young man sought to be taken to the woodshed and her over-sup ply of passion stilled with a slipper laid over both hips. I'tell you, you can’t goldbrick a sharp-eyed suitor any easier than you can put a pair of pajamas on a hilly. Not on your life. The question of obedience is settled in the home. If the child ren won’t obey the father and moth mv they won’t obey the civil author ities when they grow older. Home Being Neglected. We are neglecting Idle home life today for the chib, for the lodge, for the lierary, for society and a thousand and one things sir. Fit yourself to be the intellectual com panion of your children. The learn ing of the school and college will soon fade from ther minds but what they learn at your knee will. stick after they have to hobble on the crutches of descreptitude, taking their teeth out and cleaning them at the sink. ^ There are mighty few things more important than conversation. Oh! the good you can do with your tongues or the evil and pain you can give. A loving conversation is a great panacea to iron out the wrinkles. Many nomes nave none. No affectionate greetings when they return from school and the store, no regretful goodby when they go away, no fireside chatter. Meals are eaten in silence and the old man never speaks unless he grunts for, somebody to pass him the grub and you’d think you were in a deaf and dumb asylum: I believe the devil inspired sen tences like this: “A child should be seen, not heard.” _ The only time a child should be seen and not heard is when he is in his coffin. Get that fool idea out of your head. The perpetual scolding, don’t don’t, don't. A child should never' be told tbjat they were to be seen and not heard. Of all sentences that ever crawled out of hell, I think that is the rottenest. Forget it! A fellow was asked one day: ‘Are you going to the lecture?” “hfo, I am i\ot going to pay for what I can get at home for nothing.” “Is your wife sick?” “Yes.” “Is she danger ous?” “No, sir; she is too weak to be dangerous.” A Few Don’t*. Njow I will tell you some “don’ts.” Don’t tell your children what you don’t mean. Don’t wait on them too much and don’t make them wait on you all the time you lazyloon. Don’t break a promise. Don’t talk about your neighbors. Don’t hurt their self-respect by punishing them when company is present, wait- un til the company is gone and then dust them on both hemispheres if they need it. Don’t overdress them because you are able, and thus shame your neighbor who has a big brood that hasn’t got so mueh^M you; for it will make your kids feel that they are above his and this will create strife and enmity} don’t do* that. Another thing, don’t give them a task they can’t perform, like a wo man I heard wh**-lives down South. 1 She sat looking out of the wdndPw and she saw a carriage drive up, and in it a woman with all her brood. She said: “Great heavens, what have I done that she should inflict her presence on me in coming here unannounced? Children,, hurry, up, and take that chair out. Take this kimono and get the other one. Hurry up,” and so on and the woman caller came up the steps, and she rang the door belj. She Changes Her Face. / She went to the door and said: “How do, you dp, Mrs. BroWn, I am delightted to see you and I am so glad you have brought the children. Why, my dearie, why, I am so glad to see-you.” Smack! Smack! Kiss! “Take off your things and now we will have a good time.” She did so and th - kids played" London Bridge is fallingxdown, drop the handkerchief and then they had some refreshments and then she said: “Now we will have luncheon.” and after luncheon they sat there and wind-jammered' and her visitor said: “Well, I must go. I promised my husband I wouild he home early.” She said, “Pont* hurry I am en-j joying your visit.” She said: “No I must go,” so she cottpled her train and prepared to steam out. She said: “Don’t wait so long be-1 fore vou return again will you, dearie?” “Well, goodbye.” Goodby.” (Kisses lall the children.) 'After the Woman had gone, she said: “Heavens! Bring me, the smelling salts quick, I know I shall faint.” What She Called Lying. , And so, as the kids were lugging the chairs and stuff back into the parlor they brought in a little china dog about that long—and she said: “Who broke that dog? Tommy, did you break it?” “Albert, did you break it? Doro thy, did you breafc it? Estella, did j you break it?” “One of you children are lying to me, and I propose to find out who it is. Now, wjho did it?” Finally one of the kids turned crime on another culprit. She took state’s evidence and' fastened the’’ him by the ear, lqd him into a back. room and dusted him, fhook him up and said “Do you know why I pun ished you? Oh-h! It hurt mamma worse than it did you!” Cut that old. bunk. That’s stale stuff; forget it! And she said. “Do you know why I did it? “No.” - r “Not for breaking the dog, al though it was an heirloom ; my grandfather’s grandfather w h o fought in the Revolutionary War gave it to me,” she said, “I have punished you for lying to me.” Source Of His Habit. Where did he learn it? I’ll you where hq learned to lid. He learned it from his miserable old lying moth er. He heard what she said \yhen the carriage drove up. Where I did the child ,learn to lie? From his old lying mother. How old are you, my boy?” ask ed a friend of mine of a little fel-„ low. He said, “I am five at home* six at school and four ion the street car.” ! * We let t^e moral training go to our school teachers. I have never aspired to hold but one office that is to be a member of the school board and the first thing I would do would be to raise the salary of the teachers and pay them twelve months a-year. It is a disgrace the salary we pay our preachers and public school teachers in America, t!he two in dispensable people on earth. I bet yqu the jockey that rides the Derby winner will get as much money for that as the average preacher gets for a wjhole year’s work. I say, it is la disgrace that in America, the richest nation on earth, we pay such insignificant sal aries to our preachers and teachers. I remember one friend of mine, a teacher, who went to the bank to cash her sfcjary check. “Do you want it in gold or paper?” asked the teller. “Paper.”5 “Aren’t you afraid of germs?” he queried. “No,” she answered,. “There can’t enough germs get on my salary to hurt me.” The collapse of the educational the teachers suffer. .Resignations increased last year 131 per cent. It is the children who lose. They are being taught in crowded schools by discontented teachers. Recently, out of 155 teachers ap pointed in New York City, 111 re fused to serve because of the con temptible salary. Oh, your child ren are the ones whq wjll be the losers. * f A fellow gave a friend of mine a dog, a water spaniel. A little later on another fellow gave him a rat terrier. One day the fellow says to him: ' “How are the dogs getting along? He said, “By jinks, the water spaniel is a better rat, dog than/the rat terrier, ana the Water spaniel is, keeping the rats out .now.4 He is the best dog of the two.” v Poster of imitation in the world! Many a kid is sent to a reformatory who ought to have been licked and sent home. If I were /a judge, so help me God, I never/ would put a hoy or girl behind prison bars for the first offense. 1 woiild suspend sentence, and I bet my life against a counterfeit /cent I would save 99 out of 100." Themistocles said, “My children rule Greece.” “How is that?” He said, “Why, my children rule their mother, their mother rules me, I rule Athens and_ Athens rules Greece, therefore children rule Greece/’ Judge Fawcett of Brooklyn said after five years as a jujjge. “I Save sent 2,700 to the 'reformatory and not one was * member of the Sun day schQol.” , Not so! So you see what a great moral force the church and the Sun day school are. That is why we are going to the devil, that is why America leads the world in crime. Think of the millions without Jesus Christ. x Figure* oo Crime. In a western state 500 inmates of the reformatory are between the ages of 16 and 30. Listen to these figures, will you? Three hundred eighty-six of them never attended Sunday school and only one of them was a member of the Y. M. C. A. Four hundred six had no trade and 252 of them were unemployed when thfey committed their crimes. Three hundred arid , twelve of them used liquor. Three hundred seventy-four of' them smoked cigarettes. Four hundred and four used tobacco; 325 oj: them had not reached the fourth grade in the public schools; only 26 of them ever entered high school and not one of them ever graduated from a high school. So the greatest moral agencies in the world today are the Sunday school and the public schools. '• A woman who wjas the mother of seven noble sons was asked how she Raised them so successfully. She said, “I did it with prayer and a good hickory switch.” I don’t know of two better in struments on earth. Sometimes you can put it over with a stick where ‘prayer won’t make a dent. You can 5S5SH5K=S5*=S-52B! «ot pray »H the time all the time; you can't do .sir. ;n .. '^om| Now, I don't believe in lickinji kids all the time and for ture of your! laws and rules,' are homes that need <Uhe switch hanging around above it the motto, “I n« every hour.’* Devil’s Last Theft. When the dfevil robs a boy th* last thing he takes from him is whftfc he learned at his nfother’s knee. , You tell me what is in your honM! and' I will write your history. e£| me look at the names of the book*’ on your library shelf and although I have never crossed your threshol I will write a perfect history what your life is, yrhat youy homo will be. I preached in a tow® out iU' Penn sylvania. The first time I ever preached in what they ca0 tfeej East. The malodors of the bar: on me yet and I am proud in this town, in Sharon, P; going home one af^ernpoinT the Shenango river and I I down the street and I saw a mi wagon. Bfehind was an old mooing along the interurban Youngstown to Newcastle, pay; no attention to the people " steel mills or the automoj up and down, and I lot I saw a little spotted calf in box right behind. I said: “Oh, that is her baby., She poses to know where that cal every minute. She don’t propose that anything is going-to divert her attention.” 1 looked across the street in front (Continued on Page Eight.) FRESH Gathered EGGS Fancy Fresh Creamery Butter Churned in our plant eve: day. Prices are always rigi Carolina Butter Co. 4 N. Brevard St. Plume 5497. ——.»■." ii^. The Best, The Cheapest The Mutual B. & L. is the best savings institution I know of, and I know many. I also knowi Charlotte and North Carolina contain more fools about small finance than her share. Our people are not saving. They're simply throwing their money away. Some day, not far distant, sickness, lots of position, increased domestic expense will strike many of them the face, and they’ll have no stake to tide them over. WHAT THEN, BILL? Where’s your pride? Have you no manhood? Do you want your; and children to beg? Looks like it. Ye, gods, what a man you are] ambition, no desire to get ahead of the common run. I leave it with, you. JNO. R. PHARR, President. B. L. 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