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TO THE INDIVIDUAL CITIZEN

The corner stone of the Republic lies in our treating each man on his worth as a man, paying no heed to his creed, his birthplace, or his occupation, asking not whether he is rich or poor, whether he labors with head or hand; asking only whether he acts decently and honorably in the various relations of his life, whether he behaves well to his family, to his neighbors, to the State

This great republic of ours shall never become the government of a plutocracy, and it shall never become the government of a mob. God willing, it shall remain what our fathers who founded it meant it to be—a government in which each man stands on his worth as a man, where each is given the largest possible liberty consistent with securing the well-being of the whole, and where, so far as in us lies, we strive continually to secure for each man such equality of opportunity that in the strife of life he may have a fair chance to show the stuff that is in him

For we believe that if the average of character in the individual citizen is sufficiently high, if he possesses those qualities which make him worthy of respect in his family life and in his work outside, as well as the qualities which fit him for success in the hard struggle of actual existence,— that if such is the character of our individual citizenship, there is literally no height of triumph unattainable in this vast experiment by, of, and for a free people.

In Opening Address at the Exposition, April 26, 1907.

THE NATIONAL GAME

Look we now on seven ages—

Six are past and one still here,
On we march by steady stages,

A little forward every year.
Heroic age, when spirits bold

Undaunted blazed the way;
Romantic, when the dames of old

And cavaliers held sway;
Then glory's age, when freedom won,

Became our right divine,
Then age of Gold 'neath Western sun

Appeared in '49.
Time sped us on to Cuba's aid,

To rescue her from Spain—
A knightly quest 'twas we assayed,

'Twas chivalry again.

Learn we of these, but they are small

Compared to this good day,
For now the patriots all play ball

Or pine to see the fray.

It's Casey at

The spot called "bat"
And see him swat the sphere

And hear us shout,

As he hits out
The home run of the year.
Read we the past, but now*s the age

Evokes our vocal powers—
The diamond age is all the rage

And thrills this land of ours.

Edwin A. Herndon. Lynchburg.

AMERICAN MOTHERHOOD

No piled-up wealth, no splendor of material growth, no brilliance of artistic development, will permanently avail any people unless its home life is healthy, unless the average man possesses honesty, courage, common sense and decency;

. . . unless the average woman is a good wife, a good mother . . .

There are certain old truths which will be true as long as this world endures, and which no amount of progress can alter. One of these is the truth that the primary duty of the husband is to be the home-maker, the bread-winner for his wife and children, and that the primary duty of the woman is to be the helpmeet, the housewife and mother. . . .

On the whole I think the duty of the woman the more important, the more difficult, and the more honorable of the two. . . . The woman who is a good wife, a good mother, is entitled to our respect as is no one else.

Into the woman's keeping is committed the destiny of the generations to come after us. . . . The woman's task is not easy—no task worth doing is easy—but in doing it and when she has done it, there shall come to her the highest and holiest joy known to mankind.

. . . . she will have the reward prophesied in scripture; for her husband and her children, yes, and all people who realize that her work lies at the foundation of all national happiness and greatness, shall rise up and call her blessed.

TO OUR BEAUTIES AND BELLES

Here, dusky Matoaka, we drink first to you,

With pity so tender, and friendship so true;

And Evelyn Byrd, with your pride and your fame,

The belle of two countries, who ne'er changed her name;

To the Mary and Martha of Washington's time

We bow low our heads and salute you in rhyme.

Dolly Madison's wit in the White House hall,

Parke Perkins, the Queen of Centennials ball.

The "Gibson girl" too, with form so divine,

All, All, we now hail of Virginia's line.

But the beauties that raise our glasses higher

Are our girls of to-day that we all so admire.

Julia Magrudek Tyler Otey. Walnut Hill, Va.

THE FIRST LADY OF THE LAND

Here's to Mrs. Roosevelt! Rich of sympathy and intuition, large of vision—worthy comrade in the mental life of a great intellectual leader.

Ideal Wife And Model Of Maternity!

The peer of any queen in dignity and poise, whether doing the honors of the White House

As Hostess To Royalty,

or cooking breakfast at Pine Knot, down in Albemarle!

Julia Wyatt Bullard.

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