The Presbyterian of the South : [combining the] Southwestern Presbyterian, Central Presbyterian, Southern Presbyterian. [volume], November 08, 1922, Page 5, Image 7

About The Presbyterian of the South : [combining the] Southwestern Presbyterian, Central Presbyterian, Southern Presbyterian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1909-1931

Image provided by: Library of Virginia; Richmond, VA

                
Our Boys and Girls
WHY SAMMY SQUIRREL SAVED.
Utile S ;i ill ill v
Squirrel kni-w that
summer luul slipped
away, for mow the
mornings were cool
an.] crisp, .lack Krost
had made more llian
one visit to the woods,
paint in eolors of rod
and g<>? i on t lie lea ve>
as lie passed.
Sammy had spent the long, glad summer
? ays in liappy play in the treetops, where,
?waved hy jjiciille breezes, he had watehed the
lieeey eluiids go sailing hy. Now the mornings
were so eool that Sainniy shivered. His moth
t i not iced and said :
"?Von are netting to he a l?i?i squirrel now.
Sammy, and yon ninst help gather lints for the
winter: the work will keep yon nice and
warm."
I '.at Sammy did not see the need of this.
??.Mother, what's the use of all this work,
saving tip. when the ground in the woods is
eovered with lints'.' All we have to do when
we are hungry is to eal all we want and spend
the rest of the time in play. It's a lot of work
to lill that old storehouse."
"Yes. 1 understand the way you look at it;
yon had an 1'nele dim who was just like you.
and your I'nele Bill was another who thought
the same way."
? I'nele >1 im and I'nele Hill." said Sammy.
"I" never knew I had an I'nele J?m or I'nele
Hill."
"No," his mother answered it was all very
sad, and we had no reason to he proud of tie;
way they aeted."
"What did they do. mother?" asked the Ut
ile squirrel. all curiosity.
"Well, Sammy, I'll tell you the story. It's
not very long. Your uncles felt as you d-,,
ihat it was silly to work; ami your grand fath
er told them if they did not work they could
not have anything to eat out of tin4 storehouse
when winter came. So dim and Hill ran away
from home, shouting: 'We are going to enjov
hfe; we are not going to waste our lime work
ing!'
"Well, the winter came on early that year
deep snows, and the trees covered with iee ?
so that any squirrel who had not saved any
tints for the winter was soon in danger of
starving. The nnts were soon lmried deep be
nealh the snows, and the huds on the trees
that squirrels loved to eat were encased in ice.
"We all went out looking for your uncles,
tarrying food, hnt we could not find any sign
of i hem until we asked a blue jay that we met
a long, long way from our house.
"?Yes,' the bluejay said. 'They used t;>
live over in that big oak, hut I have not seen
them for some time. They were always dig
ging in the snow, but I never saw them find
;ni\ thing.'
"We thanked Mr. day and scampered over
to the oak." Mrs. Squirrel wiped her eyes
and continued:
We found your I'nele dim and your I'nele
Hill, Sammy, but they had died of starvation,
because they were too lazy to save any food
when they had the chance. Now. Sammy, do
you want to help mother lill this basket with
mils?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Sammy fairly chattered in
his eagerness.
?" i thought y??u would. Sammy; you sire :i
I I'iirltl little squirrel. * '
So they tramped 1 li roujrli t i i ? * beautiful woods
! 1 1 lil! llu'ir basket. When they came to a nut
t rec Sammy would climb up and piek olV the
i:;iis tiiat I lit' frost had not louchcd hard
enough lo make I'all. lie would throw litem
down into the basket which his mother was
holding up to him. am! in a very little while
they h;td tilled the basket and the bag they
had brought , and earned them into their store
house for the winter.
Day after day they worked until every bin
was full, and Sammy kept saying:
"Why. mother, this is more sport to work
and save than it is to play. 1 love to see the
lins fill up."
It all eaine baek to Sammy, the sad story or
his l'nele Hill and his I'ncle Jim, when one
morning he looked out on a fierce blizzard.
The snow was whirling and sweeping through
the woods: the great trees were groaning be
lore the fury of the storm.
"Well." said the little squirrel. "I can see
where I would be hungry if I had to find my
dinner out in all that storm." ? The Congre
gat ionalist .
WHEN FATHER IS IT.
When it rains all day or the weather is rough.
And dull in t he limine we sit.
There is fun to be had playing blind man's
bill IV
W h -n fat her is ' * It."'
We tie ;i big hamlkerehief over his eves,
lie moves very quiek for ;i man of his size.
And knows where we are by our laughter
and cries,
W hen fut her is " It."
I lie little girls ereep up and tickle hi< ear.
When fat her is " It "
lie doesn't quite eateh iheii!. but eo.nes pretty
near,
When father is '"It."
They pull at his coal tails, he gives a great
start.
Then spins around twice and is ? ? tV like :i dart.
We dive "neatli his lingers with louti-hculiui*
heart.
When father is "It."
lie whoops and he pramvs. lie eapers am!
bounds.
When fat her is "It."
We re a set of wild heathen, lo judge h\ the
sounds.
When father is "It."
I oiii laughs till lie has to lie down >>11 the
floor.
And Archie and .Toe ? you should just hear
them roar.
For we feel that we simply can ! stand any
more,
When father is "It."
-?Selected.
STUDYING THE CATECHISM.
Dear Presbyterian: I have gone to Sunday
School three years without missing a Sundav.
There are sixteen in my class. Mr. I. M.
Drown is superintendent of our Suvday School.
AVe all like him so much. We have about 1
in our Sunday School. Rev. .7. McD. l.aey
has just held an evangelistic meeting at our
church. and we had nine lo join our church.
I have lols of friends my a?r<\ an<l we
Itiivc a tin*' lime together. My cousin is stay
ing with me this w i n t ?-i*. and v.*.* aw trying t<?
recite 1 lie Catechism ant uet onr llible.
I have two little kittens named .lack and -lill :
they want to play almost all the time, hut
as I hav ? to work very hard to get my les
sens at school I don't have much lim* to play
with them.
I think the little I'.irthday Prayer i?. beauti
ful. and I will try lo remember it. I will close
I >y nuking a Uihle oucstion which I hope will
he an-wered soon: What verse in the I'.ihl ?
contains all the letters in alphabet except -I
Your little friend.
( Jladx * < 'alhoun.
Helspring. Va.
Hear (Jladys; We are glad you like tin*
birthday t?ray -r. but you forgot to tell us when
your birtlnlay comes. We hope yon and t!i?>
cousin will both get vour llibles Write again
soon. 1 1 ^
WAKUYAMA
GOES TO
MISSION SUNDAY
SCHOOL
IN JAPAN.
Wakuyama swiftly down the si reet
oil lift* wooden shoes. As she walked it secine J
; i s if her baby b rot her s little head would >u rely
In* jolted oil". How Wakuyanui. who was only
a little girl herself. could carry that big. Iieavx
Itahy on ho i* luck was a pn/./l \ lull sin- had
carried him there since ho was a liny hal?y.
and now ho seemed almost like part of her
self. She nev M" let him fall, although she ran
and jumped and played; hut often her poor
back grew very tired.
l>y and by she spied one of her friends
shr? sat down for a rest and a visit and a gaime
of jackstones. They play the game inuch as
you do. only they use small stones instead of
the metal stones which you huv at the store.
Suddenly 1 hey h 'ai d the sound of singing.
"What is that.'" asked Wakuyama.
"That is the American missionary's Sunday
School." answered the other little girl.
Wakuyama jumped up so <|ui?*k I \~ that she
nearly toppled over backward on h baby
brother. "Let us ?jo. " she said, and away Wa
kuyama ran with her baby brother. Through
the door they saw the happy children seated
011 the floor. Tli 're were bright pictures on
the wall, and a pleasant t'ae 'd woman was t el! -
ing a story. She nodded at the two lit tie stran
gers and beckoned for them to come in. but
sli ? did not stop talking. At tirst they were
afraid, but the story, about a kind man named
?Icsiis. was so wonderful that the children soon
slipped in and sat down to listen.
All that week Wakuyama thouirht about the
Sunday School, and over and over she sang
tli* soiivr which the teacher had tauslit :
' ' .1 csiis loves me! this 1 know.
For the l.ible tells me so."
When the next Sunday came, two hours
before time. Wakuyama was at the door of tli."*
little mission room with a crowd of other chil
dren waiting for Sunday School to begin.?
The Sunbeam.