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"SOMETHING TO How well I remember those words long ago, When running to father, with shilling in hand, How he patted my head in his fatherly way, And gave me a smile that was sunny and blatd; How he put down the paper just fresh from the press, And looked into my eyes with his own blue and clear And said, in a voice that was earnest and true, "Have something to show for that shilling, my dear." I treasured the words of mv father that day, And straightway I went then and bought me a book, And often that summer I culled its bright thoughts, While seated for hours in some shady nook. And the pood that I cot from its pages was great; Although but a child, yet my memory was clear, And I always remembered my own father's words, "Have something to show for that shilling, my dear." If you have a dollar to spare, then, young man, w Why fritter that dollar so easy away? Vhy not sow the good seed as you journey along, And invest that same dollar to do good to-day? What though 'tia but little you have of your own. Thai little spent rightly wilt happiness give, But one hundred cents, do not squander it now, Have something to show for that dollar you have. Erid old Farmer Brown to his neighbor Sinclair, "How is it, my friend, that your son prospers so? Why, he owns a nice farm and a home of his own, And he is but twenty; yes, that much I know." Then replied his old neighbor, with bright, gleaming eye, "You know hid aunt left him some money last fall; So. instead of spending it foolishly then, He got something to show for his money, that's all." IT.ive "something to show for it" nil through this life, How well it applies to the youth of the land, As they get their hard earnings each Saturday night. Be they workingmen's sons or the sons of the grand. Have something to show for that hour you have. For an hour once gone it can never return: And would the dear laddies and lassie so bright Have something to show from each lesson they learn. Maud Jluller, in New York Weekly. Legs and By FRANCES 4-M MIMMH MlfllM At first all he wanted was legs. He didn't know anything about a tongue. You see he was a stone toy, a "legless, armless, tongueless tone boy, and he had been on the wall for years and years. Grown-up people thought lie was a stone, but the children knew he was a boy. He had an eye and an ear, a long fHse, and a funny mouth that turned up at the corners. The children "were very fond of him. But the stone boy was getting dis contented. He was tired of staying on a stone wall, he wanted to run with the other boys; you could tell this by the way he fell off the wall very time the boys jumped over It. Unfortunately for the stnna hnv. there is a law in the universe which says that once you get inside of a thing (the real you, you' know) .you've got to stay until something happens, and nothing had happened 40 the stone boy for ages. One day, however, something did "happen. Some men came with a horse and a cart and began to pick up the stones on the wall. The stone boy watched them and would have shuckled with delight if he'd had anything to chuckle with. Was it possible that the stones were going to have a ride In the cart? Where were they going? How long would they be gone? The stone boy asked these questions eagerly; but, before he had a chance to find out anything, the- children came running out of thaiivniise. - "Don't take our stone thejL cried, "don't take our tone boy." Of course the stone boy was very much put out with the children, and he declared then and there that, if he ever got to be a real boy with le's, he would take care and not be a selfish one. Well, fortunately for the stone boy, the men were Portuguese and didn't understand a word the chil dren said. So, when they came to the part of the wall where the stone boy was, they picked him up and threw him face downward on the cart. Now, if you hadn't had a ride (or several hundred years, you migbt think it rather hard lines to have to go face downward, but the stone boy didn't think so; he had stayed on that wall so long he was glad enough to go any way he could. When the horse started, the stone boy could hardly believe he was him self, JoltUi jolt went the cart, and the more it jolted the better he liked It. Of course, the cart made a dread ful noise, and the stone boy couldn't get much idea of what was going on along the road; but by and by he heard a noise that was a great deal ier than tho rumble of the cart. las such a dreadful noise the boy was thankful for once that he had but one oar. As the noise grew louder, he began to feel queer InsidWI the same as people do when something ia going to happen. All at once the cart stopped with a bump, and the stone boy was rolled over on his bid. The first thing his one eye lighted upon was a great black hole right in front of him. It was a bad-looking place, and the stone boy couldn't help wondering if they were going to throw him into it. Would he have to stay there? Wouldn't he ever get back to the wall again? While he was wonder ing about it, up tipped the cart and down went the stone boy with all the stones on top of him. He had just time to wish himself well back on the wall again when something hap pened; he was taken between the Jaw of a big creature it was really a stone crusher and ground into little bits. Of course this was an un pleasant experience; but after all it was the best thing that had ever happened to the stone boy; for, with the dust from the crushed stone ris- Ine ud through the dust shaft, lo and behold! up came the stone boy, tooXfeeling as light as a mosquito a oc oli- an1 Tin wnnflpp' and as free as air, and no wonder, for hadn't his great stone body been all ground up? Ha was nn air boy now. not a stone boy at all. ,-Vow, when you are an air boy, YCuwlshes come to pass the moment you wish. Our air boy knew nothing SHOW FOR IT." a Tongue. J. DELANO. whatever about this, and, as he sat on the edge of the dust shaft, -winking and blinking and thinking, he suddenly spied some autumn leaves whisking about in the road, and he immediately wished he could whisk about with them. The wish was no sooner thought than, lo! he was down among them, and, then, such fun as there was! such hurrying and scurrying! such chasing and racing! such huddling together in corners! It was glorious, and the air boy thought there was nothing more to wish for In this world, but, dear me! he had no sooner got well into the spirit of the fun than the wind went away and left the leaves scattered all about everywhere. They could neither stir nor move, no more could the air boy. Of course, after the air boy had kept still on a wall for several hun dred years, one day's frolic in the wind only made him want more. Being too ignorant to know that the wind was sure to come back if he waited long enough, he began to look Imz lo trio The glory of the world in the plowed furrow, now lures back to boyhood's country haunts many and many a farm-bred townsman whom the Great Go, Success has not blinded to life's purer joys. And happy indeed is the man who comes back often for such sweet communion with old Mother Nature and who understandf-the truth of Spurgeon's beautiful paragraph: "He who forgets the humming of the bees among the heather, the cooing of the wood pigeons in the forest, the song of the birds in the woods, the rippling of rills among the rushes, and the. sighing of the wind among the pines, need not wonder if his heart forgets to sing and his soul grows heavy. A day's breathing of fresh air upon the hills, or a few hours' ramble in the beech woods' umbrageous calm, would sweep the cob webs out of the brains of scores of toiling men who are now but half alive." o 4fr about for a change, and the first thing he saw was a funny little crea ture standing against a fence. It had a yellow pumpkin for a head, a fat sweet potato for a body, and two carrots for legs. Its mouth stretched from one ear to the other. The air boy thought he had never seen anything so funny. He stared at It half the night, and then he wished he could get insido it and have some legs of his own. Presto change! he had no sooner wished than ho found himself inside the pumpkin, not an air boy any longer, but a pumpkin boy with legs; and he thought he was -.tho happiest boy in town. There ho stood against the fence and grinned, and in the morn ing, when the children went to school, they stopped and stared, then they laughed, then they danced around him, and, by the end of the day, every child in town was talking and laughing about him. The pumpkin boy now thought he had everything heart could wish. He had two legs all his own, a fine place to stay, and every morning and every night he could look forward to see ing the children on their way to school, and he knew they were fond of him. What more could he want? Well, you know when we think we have everything to our liking, some thing is sure to happen; and it's a good thing, too, else, for aught we know, we might all have been pumpkin boys. One night (this was what happened nest) Gustave Souza came along with a bag. He stopped in front of the pumpkin boy, and, after looking all around to be sure no one saw him, he seized him by his sweet potato body and threw him into his bag. The pumpkin boy tried to scream; but, not having a tongue, of course he couldn't. Then he tried to kick; but his legs were just car rot legs and wouldn't kick at all, so all he could do was to lie ia the bag and wish he had legs and a tongue. Gustave ran home with him as fast as he could. "Mother, mother," he shouted, "see what I've found a pumpkin and a potato and two car rots." When Gustave's mother saw the pumpkin boy she commenced to laugh. ' "Soma boys made him to make the children laugh," Gustave explained. "To-morrow we'll boil him for din ner." And with that Gustave dropped him in the T)ag. The poor pumpkin boy was fright ened nearly to pieces. He didn't know what being boiled might mean, but he had a feeling that it was some thing unpleasant, and of course it was. But, a3 I have said before, un pleasant things are sure to be fol lowed by something good if one only takes them right, and this was the case with the pumpkin boy. In the morning Gustave's mother took him out of the bag, then she took him all apart and began to peel him. Never did the pumpkin boy long for a tongue as he did that moment! If he could have told the woman that he was alive, all would have been well, but of course he couldn't, and in a few moments he was clapped Into the pot and the cover put on him. But, bles3 us! as soon as the steam began to lift the pot lid, up came the pumpkin boy as good as new and a great deal better; for he was not a pumpkin boy any more, but an air boy again, and a much older and wiser boy than when he sat on the edge of the stone crusher. He knew that he must be very care ful about his wishes. He had a queer feeling that there was some thing he had wanted very much when he was a pumpkin boy, but he couldn't quite think what it was. So, instead of rushing ahead and wishing for the first thing he saw, he very wisely sat on the lid of the pot and winked and blinked and tried his best to think. By and by it was one morning when Gustave had a new little brother come the air boy suddenly remembered his wish; it was for legs that would go and a tongue that would scream. Wonderful to behold! he had no sooner wished than he was no longer an air boy, but a real boy with legs and a tongue. And didn't he kick? and didn't he scream? and wasn't he the jolliest little roly:poly that ever lived? Of course they put him to school after a while, but what did he care? Didn't he -have legs, and couldn't he run? And didn't he have a tongue, and couldn't he shout louder than any boy in town? And didn't he know that, no matter what happened, he could never be a stone boy any more or a pumpkin boy or anything but a real boy? Indeed he knew. From the Christian Register. The Things to Print. There is hardly a newspaper reader In any community who, in his own estimation, could not conduct a paper better than the local editors. And each one of these literary geniuses differs a3 to what a newspaper J&k. Al. (Xoimtrp. early snrins. the mystic sDell of o should be. Some demand that all the sporting news shall be published down to the most minute details, others hold that the full details of the market report, both local and foreign, should be printed, others still wonder why some obscure quar rel which happened late at night in the lower end of the city was re ported, although never reported to the police, while a few would ever lastingly criticise every public offi cial in the city every day. These different classes could be properly educated into the news paper business in a few years, but the chances are that they never will be, for the reason that they are so sure they are right that nobody by any chance can set them right. The function of a newspaper is to print the news all the news." A newspaper must print the most im portant happenings in all depart ments of news, and this maes it im possible to go into minute details in any particular department. But above all things a newspaper must not be personal. It is neces sary sometimes to criticise the con duct of individuals and men in office, but when this is done it is not be cause the newspaper, or some em ploye of the newspaper has a person al grudge at the person thus critic ised. It is because this, criticism is in the best interests of the com munity, and any newspaper which thus criticises merely to satisfy a per sonal grudge will soon go out of business. The function of the pub lic press is as sacred as the function of the courts and in most cases the managers and editors of newspapers keep this fact in view all th3 time. Fairness, justice and truth are the three things which the journalist strives for. Peoria Herald Tran script. Making Them Into Cheese. The Swiss are going to put a new tunnel through the Alps. At 'this rate they'll soon make those famous mountains look like a piece cf theli national cheese. Chicago Post. Paris possesses the largest publi garden and the largest hospital. For f he Younger Children... A WONDER. Pet heard a cricket in the grasi. Where she and grandpa chanced to pass. "O hark! " slie;ud, and peered around; "What is it makes that queer-shaped Round V D. II. S., ia Youth's Companion. A GOOD TRICK. We all know that when we cover a drinking glas3 quite full of wa'ter with a sheet of stout paper ln such a manner that not a single bubble of air remains between the liquid and the sheet, the paper will cling to the rim of the tumbler, on account of the pressure of the atmosphere, closely enough to enable us to turn Doing the Trick. tho glass upside down without the water being able to escape. The fol lowing is one application of this principle: Attach a string to the centre of a square of cardboard covering a glass by means of a simple knot on the in side, and securely seal the aperture with wax so that no air may gain an entrance. Now suspend the glass by means of thi3 string to a hook fixed to the celling, and you will have a pendu lum that you may safely swing with out the danger of the glass falling, the whole day If desired. The experimenter will do well to grease the rim of the glass, so that no air will get in. Another precau tion is to try the experiment for the first time on some unbreakable bowl or drinking cup. Magical Eiperi ments. UP A TREE. The game called "up a tree" is great sport and may be played on a lawn beneath the trees or in a par lor. Chairs should be placed in a circle, all the players save one being seated. The odd one, boy or girl, is elected to stand in the centre of the circle and wait his or her chance (which is found through quick wit and tongue) to procure the seat of one of tthe players. A "speaker" is chosen to conduct the game, which goes as follows: The speaker is seated in tho circle and, turning to the child on his right, asks the question, "Where do palm CAN YOU GE'J -.HOUGH Find Your Way to Each of the Three Centres in Turn Without Crossing Your Path. trees wave?" (The name of the palm trees is simply given here as an ex ample, the speaker beginning with any tree he may wish to name.) The player thus questioned must quickly rise and as quickly answer "Africa." In the case of the answer being tardily given or incorrectly given the boy or girl in the centre of the circle has Bis or her opportunity to get a seat by answering promptly and correctly. Thus the slow answerinj one must take the centre of the circle and await his turn to "tree" some one. The boy or girl holding the centre of the circle is said to be "up a tree" and only gets down upon answering the question that the speaker has asked of one of the play ers who is either tardy in answering or responds with tho wrong answer. . And so the game proceeds, each boy and girl in the circle being asked where some certain kind of tree waves. Just as long as the speaker does not run out of tree names the game can continue, but he must not ask for the location of a certain tree more than once during the game. If he does he has made an error and must take the centre of the circle, being then "up a tree." In this case the player at his right assumes the role of speaker, and the game con tinues. A few of the trees that are com monly named in the game are the wil low, elm, oak, cedar, pine, hickory, rubber, olive, rosewood, date, palm, hemlock, walnut, chest- Inut and spruce. In the ca3e ci the North American trees being named the answer should give the name of the State where they are most abundant.--Busy Bee, SHADOW-TAG. Shadow-tag Is a good game for the early morning or late afternoon, when the shadows are long and clear. It may be played in any clear space where there are one or two trees, or a house, to afford shadows. For the ehadows are the "goal," where the players are safe, and the child who is "it," instead of tagging the others, tries to step on their shad ows as they run from one shade to another. It is great fun, for unless you are careful your shadow is apt to bob up unexpectedly and will be stepped on before you know It. We played "shadow-tag" very success fully on a roof garden, where two sheds gave us the necessary shade and an open space of sun in between made the shadows of the runners very distinct. In cold weather, when yo7i need t exercise, and don't know exactly What to play, it is a good idea to run races and let one of the children find prizes for the races.. The prizes may be anything she finds at hand the more ridiculous the better but it makes the race more interesting to have them, particularly if they are presented with a speech. - It is well to let all the players have prizes, though of course tho winner receives the -first prize. Elizabeth Webb, in the Washington Star. A PATHETIC INCIDENT. A wistful-faced little chap with a crutch boarded a Fourteenth street car the other day, accompanied by a man, evidently his father. Smoulder ing brown eyes illuminated the little face, made wizen by hours of pain, as he smiled up at the tall man at his side, who, broad of shoulder and strong of face, smiled back encourag ingly. A troop of small boys noisily invaded the car. Reckless in their good spirits, one of their number was roughly pushed against a crutch. causing it to fall to the floor. The man's eyes blazed more with anguish than with anger as he exclaimed harshly, "Be careful!" The sturdy urchins, awed at what had occurred, subsided in seats opposite. The man looked over their heads into space. The child looked first at the boys, then with questioning eyes back at the man. "Father," he whispered, as he lightly touched his sleeve, "would you love m better if I was like those boys?" The man gave a startled glance across the aisle at "those boys," insolent in their per fect health and boyhood vigor, then tightly grasping the hand nearest to him said: "No, son, I love you better than all the world just as you are." Washington Star. THE SHAMROCK MAZE? SQUIRREL ROBBED THE MAIL. The robbing of the United States mail by a squirrel was a most un usual incident. One of the ma.il carriers in the city was on his regular rounds, and had among his mail to be delivered an ad vertising card to which was attached a large walnut, inside of which was the matter advertised. A little squir rel, seeing the nut, jumped upon the mail carrier's shoulder and, running down his arm with lightning speed, took the nut and card from his hand, and then climbed a near-by tree, where it investigated the contents of the nut. Fortunately, upon discovering that the nut was not the kind it wanted, the squirrel dropped it and tho card without damaging either, and they were later delivered to the proper address. Primary Education. HE WANTED TO TALK. Little Tommy is very talkative, and, on going out to tea with his father and mother the other night, he was tcld that he mustn't speak until somebody asked him a question. After he had sat silent for half an hour he could not stand it any long er, and he said, "I, say, papa, when are you going to begin asking ma questions?" Christian Register. , A Calculation. "I calculate," says Edison, "that we know one geven-billionth of em per cent, about anythlne." t VIA "VwT-T- TT V- W " II '.5.n'f-iiLllX. SOUTHERN COOKING. All sections cf tho Unitsd States have certain vegetables to which they are especially partial. These re ceipts have been used in plantation kitchens for generations, and are both simple and palatable. Haked Cashaw. Cashaw is a vege table resembling the Northern, win ter squash; It matures in the sum mer, and may be stored away for winter use, as are pumpkins. It la very delicate and finely flavored when properly cooked. Chop off the long neck, which may be sliced and fried, like potatoes; split open thg hollow round part of the' cashaw, and scrape out the seeds, wipe, and bake in a slow oven till tender; scrape the flesh out of the rinds, mash and mix with a tablespoon of butter, a littlo salt, a cup of sugar, an egg and a spri-nkle of nutmeg; put this mix ture back into the' empty rinds and bake until brown on top. Serve as a vegetable, and eat with gravy or hot butter. Sweet Potato Pone. Pare and grate two large sweet potatoes, mix with a cup of molasses, with a pinch of soda dissolved in it, a little salt, two tablespoons of melted bacon grease, or butter, a tablespoon of flour, and a small quantity of ground 6pice. Pour the mixture Into a hot greased pan and bake very slowly till well done and quite brown. Eat this hot or cold, with gravy and meat or with milk and sugar, just as you pre fer. Peas and Rice. Wash a cup of dried field-peas, commonly called "cow-peas," or, if green, two cups will be necessary. If dried peas be used pour into boiling water, but if green, into cold, add two or three slices of bacon, and boil in plenty of water till nearly tender; then add a cup of washed rice, a pod or two of red pepper and a little salt. Stew slowly till the peas and rice are very tender, shaking .the pot to prevent scorching. This needs careful cook ing for a long time, but is a very excellent stew. Eggplant Fritters. Pare and split open a large eggplant, boil until ten der, remove all the seeds possible, and mix with two tablespoons of flour, an egg, salt, pepper and a small onion, 'finely chopped; drop in spoonfuls into boiling lard, and fry brown. Serve with tomato catsup. Fried Green Tomatoes. Cut into thin slices large greeS tomatoes, Bprinkle with salt and" dip into corn meal, fry slowly in a little butter, till well browned; keep the frying- pan covered while they are cooking, j.i - tn i- e i-i.. 4 j fr i su lueji win ue yerieviijr leuuei. luesv are very delicately flavored, and much easier to fry than ripe toma toes. They make an excellent break fast dish. Fried Okra with Tomatoes. Chop into thin slices a dozen pods of young okra, fry until brown in a little butter, and add a cup of stewed tomatoes; season with salt, pepper, and a little sugar, and simmer for a few minutes. Pour over slices of hot toast. Stewed Okra. Have a few slices of good bacon simmering in a sauce pan, wash and cut the ends off a dozen pods of tender okra, add to the bacon and let it cook slowly till very tender; drain, remove bacon and serve with rice. Good Housekeep ing. HOUSE: NTS Clean oil cloth with skimmed milk or milk and water; soap will ruin it. A lump cf sugar dropped into a teapot not constantly in use prevents any mustiness. In baking potatoes put a small pan of water in the oven and you will find they bake much quicker. If you are troubled with black beetles in your rooms, make a paste of red lead, flour and water, roll out thinly with a glass bottle, and put Try dipping your pork chops and pork tcnderlions in flour before fry ing them, and see how delicious they are. To freshen stals rolls dip quickly In cold water and heat in the oven. If the rolls are large they iliouid bo covered with a pan part of the time to prevent undue browning. If shoes have been thoroughly wet don't attempt to dry them near the stove. Rub in plenty of vaseline or plain lard and let stand in a cool place several days, and much of tha original oil will be restored. Never hunt for a leak ia a gas pipe with a lighted match If you would avoid explosions. Instead, paint the pipe with thick soap suds, and where there is an escape of gas it will blow up soap bubbles at th mouth of the leak. Don't spend hours each week blackins your stove. Ten cents worth of stove enamel, which caa be applied in a few minutes, will last six months, and all it needs Is a daily wiping off with a damp cloth. Be sides It loks nich 4r t blacking.
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