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The Presbyterian of the South : [combining the] Southwestern Presbyterian, Central Presbyterian, Southern Presbyterian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1909-1931, October 25, 1922, Image 5

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Our Boys and Girls
SOME BIBLE VERSES FOR YOUNG FOLKS.
In Matthew 6:33
Christ is teaching you and me.
In Mark 11:22
Christ is teaching me and you.
If you would learn how to pray,
Matthew 6:9 shows the way.
At Matthew 28:19
Christ' rf Great Commission will be seen.
If faith Is weak and you wish more,
Read Matthew 11:24.
A verse that leads through heaven's gate
Is found in Matthew 5:28.
For every daughter, every son ?
Luke 6:31.
If there's any one you hate
Follow Luke 6:28.
Tell me what God's love can mean ?
John, chapter 3 and verse 16.
Acts 8:22
Shows what sinners ought to do.
Ecclesiastes 12:1
Tells how happiness is won.
'Chapter and verse just the same:
How many great ones can you name?
(Matt. 6:6; Matt. 19:19; John 10:10; John
13:13; Romans 10:10; 1 Cor. 2:2; Phil. 4:4; 1
Timothy 6:6.
? Selected. |
SOWING SEEDS.
Luke 8 :4-15.
If you wanted to plant a garden what kind
of soil would you want? "Would you plant
your seed in the middle of the path, where
the ground has been paeked down hard!
Would you want the seed to fall on rocky
ground, or on good ground?
Jesus once told a story about a man who
went forth to sow his seed. Jesus said that
as this man sowed, some seed fell by the way
side ; and it was trodden down, and the fowls
of the air devoured it. And some fell upon
a rock ; and as soon as it sprung up it withered
away, because it lacked moisture. And some
fell among thorns, and the thorns sprang up
with it and choked it. And other fell on
good ground, and sprang up and bare fruit an
hundred fold.
After Jesus had told this story He said, "lie
that hath ears to hear, let him hear."
Then His disciples asked Him, saying, "What
might this parable be?"
Jesus said, "Now the parable is this: The
seed is the Word of God. Those by the way
side are they that hear ; then cometh the devil,
and taketh away the word out of their hearts,
that they may not believe and be saved. Those
on the rock are they, who, when they hear
receive the message with joy, and for a while
believe, but they have no root and in the time
of temptation they fall away. That which
fell among thorns are they, who, when they
have heard go their way and are choked with
cares and riches and pleasures of this life and
bring no fruit to perfection. And that on the
good ground are they, who, in an honest and
good heart, having heard the word keep it,
that is remember it and obey it, and bring
forth fruit with patience/'
What kind of soil is your heart! Will the
seed of the word of God which fall there find
it too hard to grow int Or, will it take root
quickly and for a few days help you to be
better, but be choked by other things soon?
Or will it fall on good ground and grow and
hring forth fruit in your life every day!
?i
THE BOYS AND FRISKY.
One bright, frosty morning in November
young Mr. Frisky poked his head out of the
door of his dwelling high up in a tall hickory
nut tree and peered eagerly around. He looked
so cunning and pretty that you could not have
helped admiring him had you seen him.
Things must have been quite to his liking,
for his little black eyes snapped with delight
as he watched nut after nut drop from the
branches and fall into the rustling leaves be
low.
"Just the kind of a day to fill up my
larder!" he cried with an approving flirt of his
tail.
And, being an active young fellow, he
straightway hopped out of his cozy nest, curled
his bushy tail over his back, and sat- down
for a minute to reconnoiter. Assured that the
coast was clear, he scampered gayly down
the tree, his little squirrel heart leaping with
delight when he saw hundreds of beautiful
shellbarks scattered over the frosty floor of
the forest.
No need for him to worry. Here were nuts
a-plenty, and more, to keep his sharp white
teeth busy all winter long what time he was
not soundly sleeping curled up in a warm,
furry ball.
So he sat briskly to work and ran hither
and thither all day long, carrying three nuts
at a time ? one in his mouth and one tucked
away in each cheek ? to the foot of his homo
tree. By the time it had grown too dark to
see he had gathered a pile of nuts any squir
rel might be proud of. Then he drew the
leaves over them and climbed up to his den,
a tired but very happy squirrel.
The next morning was clear and crisp, and
Mr. Frisky whisked out early and was soon
busy adding to yesterday's store. He was so
gay and lively about his work that old Mr.
Frisky, who must have been at least five years
old and who lived in the next-door tree, came
over and watched him with a wise look on his
face.
"Why don't you carry up the nuts you
gathered yesterday!" he asked the young fel
low. "The first thing you know some of these
creatures with only two legs will come along
and carry them all off as they did mine two or
three years ago. I tell you I've kept a pretty
sharp lookout on my food supply ever since,
for I nearly starved to death that winter. This
is what I am doing," and he juggled two nuts
into his mouth, scampered up his own tree,
and stored them in his den.
Old Mr. Frisky soberly kept up his way of
doing business all day long; but young Mr.
Frisky, who didn't want any second-hand ex
perience, kept adding merrily to the pile under
the tree. He had enough to keep him busy stor
ing them away for two or three days, and he
would begin the- task next morning, he said.
So once more he was up bright and early,
whisking up and down the tree, and the busi
ness of putting away his stores was progressing
finely when the quiet of the forest was broken
by the shouts and laughter of a crowd of merry
boys out nutting.
Frisky poked up his ears to listen, with his
poor little heart fluttering in his mouth. NeareT
and nearer they came, running here and there,
and picking up the nuts and shouting every
time a handful rattled into their tin pails.
And here they all came, bearing right down
upon his tree and his nuts. They were almost
upon him before he darted up the tree, quak
ing with fear. When he was safely up,
he peered cautiously down to see what was
going to happen. He didn't have to wait long,
for the shout that went up as those boys fell
upon his hard-earned pile of nuts told poor
Frisky too plainly th.^y had found them.
"My, what a find," cried one of the boys.
"What's the use of hunting for nuts when
you can get squirrels to do it for you?"
"That's so," laughed another as he tossed
a double handful into his pail.
Poor Frisky was frantic. He ran out on the
lowest branch and, holding one paw over his
aching heart, sat there and scolded away at
the intruders. He made such a fuss that they
heard him and looked up and laughed at his
antics.
"Keep still, old fellow," one of them cried.
"There 's plenty more nuts if you want them.
Anyway, we are much obliged" to you for
these," and kept right on putting Frisky 's nuts
into his pail.
But one of the boys did not touch the squir
rel's nuts. He loved his little four-footed
friends and believed that they had rights as
well as people.
"Say, boys," he interrupted as he saw
Frisky 's pile disappear, "don't you think it is
pretty shabby to take a poor little squirrel's
winter store of food? He worked hard to gather
those nuts, and they belong to him. Come off,
boys; it looks too much like b.nrglary. And
half the fun's in finding your own nuts, any
way."
"That's pretty strong, Ned," added one;
and "Whoever thought of a squirrel having
any rights?" laughed another.
"Just as good a right to his own bread and
butter when he works for it as we have to
ours," earnestly responded the Doy who liked
animals. "He's scolding us good and proper
for our meanness, poor little chap," he added.
This was a new point of view to the other
boys. They had never looked at things in that
light before; but now that the boy who liked
animals and sympathized with them presented
the squirrel's side of the case, they one and all
took the nuts out of their pails and put them
back in a neat pile for Mr. Frisky just where
they found them and added a few more for
good measure.
"Come down and get your old nuts!" they
cried as they started away, pitying a few at
poor Frisky, who was till scolding and jump
ing frantically around.
"It's all right, Frisky," called the boy who
was the friend of fur and feathers. "Come
down."
Then they all went off laughing, to hunt
their own nuts and enjoy rambling through the
woods in the crisp glory of the autumn day.
In a little while Frisky crept cautiously down
the tree -and wondered how it ever happened
that those strange creatures had left his nuts.
But he, too, had learned a lesson. ? Exchange.
CHUM8.
"He lives across the street from es
An' ain't as big as me;
His mother takes in washln', 'cause
They're poor aa they can be.
But every night he brings his slate,
And then I do his sums
And help him get his lessons straight,
'Cause him and me*is?chuma."

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