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Show MOTHER I You may have been only a freckled-faced, dirty-eared,1 touseled-haired boy to most people in your native town, or about the countryside over which you roamed if you were born on a farm, but to your Mother you were a king of royai blood. To the teacher at school you were possibly a common; pest in need of a seat on the chair reserved for dunces, but' in the eyes of your Mother you were the height of all that was loving and thoughtful, and one who would later on become be-come qualified to sit in the highest executive office in the nation. And as the annual observance of one of the sweetest holidays in the year Mother's Day approaches, time finds Mother thinking these very same thoughts. Your mind ana your interests have wandered far afield, so far as your thoughts of her are. concerned; and there may have been, since first you were at her breast and a little later at her knee, more or less neglect of her. Perhaps you haven't been as promising and considerate of her as you told yourself as a boy you would be. But Mother is not thinking of that. She is recounting the joys you brought to her heart in your childhood days the sunshine you cast into her world and the happiness your presence and your smile brought, joys that no other smile and no other happiness can bring a Mo. ther like those she had from you. There are never two sides to a boy's life in his Mother's heart only the good side. So it must be your heart that aches on Mother's Day if there are memories of neglect ,in connection with it. So that is, in all possibility, the reason why we have this beautiful holiday, and one of the reasons why we observe it. It affords an opportunity to soften such mlemories by a display dis-play of genuine love and thoughtfulness for the most noble, faithful, floyal and sacrificing friend .a boy can have his Mother. If she is in health ,and near enough for you to be with her this Mother's Day spend the day in loving conversation and communion with her. One day spent at her side now when memories are about about all she treasures will make amends for those acts of thoughtlessness of earlier years. Ahead of her alone is life's highway, and it is nearing the sundown for her. One smile from you now will serve to light that road for her as nothing else can; one kiss from you would make of it the path to glory in her tired, kindly, loving old heart. If she has passed on to the end of that road, place some blossoms on her resting place, or wear a flower this Mother's Day as evidence that through the turmoil tur-moil and strifes of life, and in all your wanderings you have not forgotten the dearest creature who ever had a part in your life. i ; But a fortnight ago many Milford citizens raised their voices in praise and brwed their heads in humble observance of the resurrection. Then we honored Jesus Christ, the savior sav-ior of .men. Now we come to honor the Mothers of men. Join in, for your 'Mother was among them. And if ever there has been anyone approaching the Savior of Men in al. His glory and majesty and goodness and love it is our Mother. I i |