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Thursday, March 21, 1912.] THE fmmr ■Jt^e Mfife trol your representatives in Congi'ess, wlien there are more than a hundred farmers to one merchant ^■ho voted for them? Are you going to allow your interests to be ignored by an insignificant minority? If not, then you’ll have to get busy, and also cause your neighbor farmers to get busy and go into the letter-writing business, and stay Ja it, until you get results. WHAT THE UNION FARMER SHOULD DO. (Continued from page 1.) must go along as if nothing had happened and be- 9eve they’ll come right after awhile. These are only a few of the qualifications in- flispensable to the leadership that must perpetuate the Farmers’ Union. I believe, though, we are de veloping this class of leaders gradually, and I largely attribute the phenomenal increase in mem- l^ership to that fact. If these traits are required of leaders, it is certain that qualities no less pos itive are required of members generally. They must exact loyalty and a rigid accounting of the leader, but they must uphold his hands, dismiss ing idle suspicions against liim, and resist the overlasting temptation to kick out of the organi sation because it may have made one or two fail- tives in their locality. A menace that should be oarefuly watched is the outside critic. Frequent ly. he is an old member who became dissatisfied fiecause he was not elected to some petty office, or liecause of a private grudge against some officer Oi’ member, or because things didn’t go just to ilt him in his local. There has been treachery, failure, weakness and all sorts of the sins he ^harges, in the union. Nobody denied that. There nve been similar offenses in every large organi sation, of whatever nature. But the man who aaves the Farmers’ Union, or any other associa- lon simply because its members are not possessed ®f superhuman virtues; the man who refuses to *10 his share in solving the problems and lessen- hg the hardships of his fellows because he finds re not angels ought to go out and associate ''ith the animals. That’s about all he’s useful for. ^ We are, slowly, overcoming another fault that weakened the organizaton, and that is devel oping leaders whose sole ambition is to use the J|ifluence they create in the Farmers’ Union to them in other lines. There are plenty of ^en I could name to you who have joined the Union with the deliberate intention of leaving it, ^ffer they have built up fences for political pres- for a commercial career, or some other sel- ^®fi end. This sort of leader must go. The only ^^ind who counts in the long run, is he who en- entire war, not for one battle, and n goes into a Farmers’ Movement, not to curry ength for himself, but to stay in the organiza- ^^n, growing more useful as he learns more and the folishness hammered out of him. ^ It is well in a year that promises to mark even ^•Sher membership records than those now ob- ^ ^P^Pg, that members bear in mind these simple ^''^t rules. They are necessary, if we are to live to our mission, develop our highest usefulness P make our influence felt in every field of activ- ^ ip this country. CHARLES S. BARRETT. Hpicn City, Ga., March 14, 1912. NOW AND THEN. Trojan, In Raleigh Christian Advocate. fPoPt the high cost of living or the cost of I foil. I^'^iP^. here is something feb ‘o ouiinjLinag apropos, 't like it would be good for me and my folks to tParli have a shad. I ’phoned to the fish ^Pt and the man said: buck, cents; “Roe shad, $1.75; 85 cents; pair of hickory and a bunch of herring, 20 Sood 50 di(jj.,' ^P® latter being so full of small bones, I even ^ hickory shad I didn’t want Pie ^^Ptis. The prices of the roe and buck cut to PPtirely. Consequently I told the butcher lay Pp P pound of round steak at 15 cents, and One n ^ preacher’s daughter, took that Sravv heef, cooked it right, made nice ppd hot biscuit, and wjio wanted anything better? So we said, farewell shad; beefsteak is just as good and doesn’t cost so much. Thinking of shad takes me back to other days when my home was in Fayetteville and where I was born, a little previous to John Hall. ‘Take me back to the place v/here I first saw the light. To my own Sunny South, take me home; Where the mocking bird sang me to rest every night. Oh, why was I tempted to roam?’’ That’s the idea exactly. We never paid any such price as that for shad. We never paid more than 50 or 60 cents for the best roe and ^20 to 30 cents for bucks. As for hickory shad, you could get them for 10 cents per pair. Don’t think me a kicker and wanting to go back to the old days, I am just remarking. Folks, generally, are much richer now than in those sweet days when the mocking bird sang his delightful songs and shad could be bought at reasonable figures. I am not of the rich but I was raised with shad and can’t forget my raising. We got plenty of them in sea son, right there at Fayetteville, out of the dear old Cape Fear River and nobody thought of charg ing such outrageous prices. I never tired as a boy and young man in eating shad, but from pres ent indications, there is no more shad for me. It’s a shame. What are we coming to anyway? I wonder if the Legislature wouldn’t do something for us in the way of relief as indicated in the com plaint? Why it is much higher, comparatively, than sweet sugar and kerosene oil, and they are both handed out by wicked trusts. Good-bye shad. But I don’t want any more sausage thfs year, thank you. A man c.alled sometime ago and asked if I wouldn’t take a few pounds of his home-made at 17 1-2 cents per pound? That it was very nour ishing. I suppose so, and especially for a man af flicted with more or less uric acid and his entire circulatory system out of gear. However, I agreed to take a pound and gave the man 18 cents; that was too much but T couldn’t make the change, ex actly. “You are not in very good health?’’ he said. “No,” was my reply. “You used to sorter preach, didn’t you?” he continued. “No; I preached!” was the answer he got. “Well, I am a kinder preacher myself,” he went on, “but here lately I have the Brown’s-skeetis so bad that I don’t preach much.” But according to my notion,'if he can eat that sausage and preach a litle bit, or “sorter,” he is a wonder and almost a miracle. No surprise to me that he has the “Brown’s-skeetis.” He says he makes a little home-made” every now and then but he will not get any more of it on me. I ate a small cake next morning for break fast. It was tremendously lean meat and I look ed at it with some fear and trepidation. Two o’clock the next morning uric acid rheumatism had my right foot and it looked as if it was going to tie it up in a knot. My good doctor had to come and straighten out the foot as he has come many a time and given me a lift. Shad wouldn’t have done me that way and SNiusage won’t any more. * * * Som« days ago there died on Blackwell’s Is land, in the Alms House, an aged lady, who had been known to many as a reputable physician. For many years she was in active practice, giv ing her services largely to the poor and, conse quently, saved no money. Her own health in old age became much impaired and she landed in the poor house. She was high-minded and too proud to let her condition be made known to old friends, who would have been glad to have given her aid. A nurse in one of the hospitals where Dr. Bald win had given atenion to the sick, learned of the woman’s death about the time her body was to be consigned to the grave. She obtained the body, and, securing a nice casket, had the remains in terred decently as was proper for one who had done so much good for suffering humanity. Dt * In the same city there lived another woman and she owned a dog and much money and property, too. You know in this day there is to be found once in awhile a woman who prefers a dog to a child. The dog was taken ill and for several days lingered attended carefully by the best dog doctor in the city. The poor mistress was sick too and denied the privilege of watching over her poodle but a trained nurse was employed. The dog died. The body was placed in a fine casket with his name on a silver plate and lay in state in the re ception hall. Friends sent flowers with cards at tached bearing expressions of deep sympathy. The deceased was carried in a fine hearse to the cemetery for pet poodles and laid in a grave spe cially prepared for him and on which was placed the flowers sent by the sorrowing friends. Now then. Dr. Mary Baldwin died in the poor house and was about to be laid in a pauper’s grave when her body was fortunately secured by an old friend and properly interred. But what a differ ence between her funeral and that of the dog’s! “Rattle her bones Over the stones. Nothing but a pauper Whom nobody owns.” * * * It is none of my business how much a woman loves her dog, but it is a sad commentary on the conduct of many women who, apparently, care more for dogs than they do for children. Thous ands of dollars are spent for dogs and their luxur ious keep, while human beings, unfortunate in their battle with the issues of life, must die in the poor house and be buried in pauper’s graves. This uneveness must be an evidence that in some day Almighty God will strike a correct balance and settle in full. It is nothing to the dead what kind of funeral is given them, but to u® who are liv ing, a five hundred dollar funeral for a dog and a pine box funeral for a human being are not ac cording to the fitness of things. And this does not take into account the valuable lives lost by hydrophobia caused by the worthless curs. * * * Sometime ago in Fayetteville, Hiram Whaley, after living more than eighty years, passed over the River to enter into his well earned reward, the rest prepared for the people of God. He made harness and saddles to meet expenses; his busi ness was serving God. He was my first Sunday- school teacher and taught me much that was good. My mother sent me one day down town on an er rand and in passing the old Hay Street Church I noticed the door of the Sunday-school room, in the rear of the church, was open, and curiosity prompted me to investigate. I peeped in and saw some men and women, more of the latter, and the women most of them wore sun bennets. I saw Mr. Whaley going from one to another and he was talking and then would pause and listen to the members as they told him how they did splrit- Mally. He was holding an old-fashioned class meeting, although I knew it not then. I had slipped in and ocenpfed a rear seat. Presently he came to me, wearing his usual benign smile, and placing his hand on my heiad, said: “Johnnie, you are young but you may die and in your grave soon may lie. Be a good boy amd when that time comes it will be well with you.” Well, I wasn’t al ways the good boy he advised me to be but the impression made on my mind and heart by the kindness and goodness of Mr. Whaley remains with me until this day. In 1892 I went back to Fayetteville after eight years’ absence and my mis sion was to preach in the old church. My first visit after reaching town was the harness shop, and as I went in he took both my hands and said: “I have never lost faith in you and t,hat you would become a good boy, and to think that tomorrow I am to hear you preach.” There is no use talk ing, you can’t get away from the impression made on your mind and soul by the life of such a man as was Hiram Whaley. The greatest work that any man can do in this world is to help in the sal vation of the sinner; and this writer, in what may be the sunset of his days, passes through sunlit hours as he often thinks of those who extended him the cordial hand and spoke the encouraging word. Don’t forget to do this often, brethren, as you pass on, some one is waiting for you to do it. Hyper-sensitiveness may come from overwork or illness, or from plain selfishness. To be eas ily annoyed is to be sick er selfish. When we are played out or worked out, our nerves are worn to the quick, and writhe at the touch of trifles. Then -rest for our lives. We cannot afford not to. But there is an irritability that is not physical. It is moral—or immoral. It comes from being self-centred. We live, but will not let live. We want our way any way. If we are Interrupted, we are visibly annoyed. Interference, corrections, suggestions, light our fire-crackers, and we ex- I'lode. Other people’s pleasures and pains, their children, cats and dogs and canary birds, are im pertinence*. Why? Because they do not pertain to us. This is plain selfishness. Let us beware. It Is the spirit, the essence, of evil. Let us go to the cross of Jesus and learn to love. We shall always be in relations in the world. Let us make them loving relations. Let us look out for hyper- sensitiveness. It means peril for body and soul. -Maltble Davenport Babcock, in “Thoughts for Every-Day Living.” The glory of life is to love, not to be loved; to give, not to get; to serve, not to be served.—Hugh Black, r: ( ; J j i't
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