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Made Whale
By MAY COLE KUHN
"The healing of the seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch it in life's throng and press
And we are whole again."
HE first time I saw June
Averill she lay in a wheel chair
under the maples in front of
the sanitarium. I thought then that
she was the most beautiful young
woman I had ever seen. The expression of calm contentment, yes, of real
joy, on her face seemed incongruous
with her condition, for she had not
walked for seven years; and she had
not spoken a word for three years.
She was absolutely helpless and had
to be cared for like an infant, but no
word of complaint ever came from
her. During all these years her
mother had cared for her patiently
and lovingly, and her fiance, a professor in a well-known college for
men, came frequently to see her, for
he still hoped, with her and her
family, that someday, someday, June
might be better.
Further acquaintance with the patient proved her to be as lovely a
Christian character as she seemed at
first sight.
Her experience was narrated to me,
and I have reconstructed it with such
pictures as an old New England home
setting would present. I do not remember the details of her early acquaintance with Jerome, but they had
known each other a long, long time.
take her to the commencement exercises at the high school, from which
they were to be graduated with
honors. Mother would soon be ready.
June turned toward the mirror in
the hall for one last look. She confronted the reflection of a rosy-faced,
wholesome, seventeen-year-old girl,
garbed in a simple white organdie
dress. Her shining chestnut hair hung
in two braids which reached to the
hem of her long dress.
"Am I all right ?" she questioned as
her mother came into the corridor.
, "Yes, June. You always look immaculate," replied her mother. "Has
Jerome come ?"
June nodded. She tripped down the
stairs, while her (Turn to page 3)
June Averill stood at the top of the
wide staircase that wound from the
old colonial reception hall to the just
as simple and dignified upper floor.
She threw her arm about a fluted
Doric pillar at the head of the stairs
and peered down into the hall. Yes,
Jerome Gordon was there, waiting to
"She May Never Walk Again," Was the
Doctor's Verdict, but No Word of Complaint Ever Left June's Lips
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H. A. ROBERTS
DECEMBER 26. 1939
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OING! Going! Gone !
Before we meet again, "Finis"
will have been written at the bottom
of the last page of the Volume of
Time numbered 1939. The covers will
have been clasped shut forever upon
its record of joys and successes, mistakes and failures; it will have taken
its place in the Library of Life with
other records of the past; we shall
have begun the entries for 1940.
Yes, today, and today, and another
today—each one is passing swiftly as
the hours fly. The old year is going
—going—gone !
G
AS it been a happy year? Don't
be selfish with your joy, for
blessings multiply by being divided.
Share your good fortune with others.
There are clouds that you can banish
by the sunshine of your smile; there
are sighs that you can still by the
music of your laughter; there are
needs that you can supply from your
abundance. As you close the record,
close it with a prayer of thanksgiving.
Was it a disappointing year? Never
mind. Disappointments are really His
appointments for you and for me. A
loving heavenly Father knows just
what experiences we need to perfect
our characters, and He is working
out His life plan for each one of us
as best He can, notwithstanding the
hindrances which we place in His
way. So, as you turn the last few
pages of the record, thank God for
His goodness.
H
EMEMBER it is our privilege to
make today just as perfect as we
will. Each new dawn it comes to us
as a precious gift, full of the choicest
ingredients for happiness—all the
worth-while things that life has to
give. And we resolve to make the
most of it—to have a perfect record
for this today. But we are all so
human ! Almost before we realize
what we have done, there are blots
and mistakes upon the snowy whiteness of the page. It is spoiled!
What a blessed, good thing it is that
another today—a new, clean page of
life—is just beyond the sunset, so that
we may have another opportunity to
write a perfect record !
"But can I ever do that ?" you ask.
Oh, yes, if you keep your eyes on
the perfect copy—Jesus.
Once in the long ago there lived a
prince who had a crooked back. He
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felt his physical deformity very
keenly, and one day called before him
the most skillful sculptor in the land.
"Make a statue of me," he ordered.
"Make it true to my likeness in every
detail, with this exception—it must
have a straight back. I wish to see
myself as I might have been."
Months passed, and at last the work
was finished. "Where shall I set it
up ?" questioned, the sculptor. "Set it
in a secret nook in the palace garden
where only I shall see it," directed the
prince.
The statue was so placed, and was
promptly forgotten by the world. But
every morning, every noon, and every
evening the prince stole quietly away
to where it stood and looked long upon
it, noting the straight back, the uplifted head, and the noble brow. Each
time he gazed, something seemed to go
out of the statue and into him, tingling
in his blood and throbbing in his heart.
The days passed into months, and
the months passed into years; then
strange rumors began to spread
throughout the land. Said one: "The
prince's back is no longer crooked, or
my eyes deceive me." Said another :
"The prince is more noble looking,
surely. Said another : "Our prince
has the appearance of a mighty man."
These rumors came to the prince,
and he listened with a quiet smile.
Then he went out into the garden
where the statue stood, and, behold,
it was just as the people said. His
back had become as straight as that
of the statue; his head had the same
noble bearing. He was, in fact, the
kingly man that his statue proclaimed
him to be.
Oh, yes, it is possible, friend o'
mine, for you to live the Christ life,
the perfect life, if you keep your eyes
fixed on Him—"just for today."
H
AS the year that is passing
brought to you seeming failure? Don't be discouraged. Pick
up the pieces of your shattered House
of Dreams and get things in order
for rebuilding. The Great Architect
must have another and a better plan
blueprinted for you, and another today is coming, God willing, in which
you may try again.
"I stood on the deck of the 'Empress of Asia' docked at Yokohama,
homeward bound," says Nora Waln,
in her delightful book, "Reaching for
the Stars." "A neat little man in a
brown kimono bowed before me.
"'Yes, missy, long time I make the
shirts for your master. I know what
master want. I will have them finished when you come back. I will
bring them on board.'
"Then he bowed his funny little
bows again, and, pride shining in the
gaze he directed on the waterfront,
he said: 'Fine city we got—fine city,
Yokohama. Next time you please
come to see my new home and shop.
Master buy long time from me. Many
years he is my customer. Maybe he
like you to see my new place and
tell him. Better light. Better air.
Better everything. Thirty-five years
I work and save. My son there, too.
And my little grandson, he just learn
to walk.'
"Yes,' I promised, and sailed out
of Yokohama harbor before the earthquake.
"Autumn came. I was on the
'Empress of Asia' docked at Yokohama, bound for •China, and stood
staring at the place where a fine city
had been—at a place where in one
swift gesture the hand of nature had
wiped away man's life and possessions.
I heard a voice behind me, 'Pardon,
missy, I bring your master's shirts.'
" 'Yam amoto !'
"The little man bowed his funny
bows. 'Yes, missy, pardon.'
" 'Yamamoto, you all right?'
" 'Thank you, missy, I all right. I
got courage.'
" 'Your home and shop, your wife,
your son's family, all right?'
" 'All gone, missy.'
"He undid his parcel. I must count
the shirts. I must look at each one
of them. He had promised twelve.
I saw them—perfect to the last good
buttonhole—my husband's every little
specialty remembered. I heard him
tell how he had been on board a ship
seeing a customer when the earthquake struck. Now he had a tinroofed hut in which he lived and
worked. He had got a secondhand
sewing machine on credit from Kobe.
A cloth factory trusted him, too—
"I can see him yet—the little Japanese in a brown kimono, a man strong
enough to take courage from disaster."
ES, the old year is going—going
—gone !
But no matter what it may have
brought to you of joy or sorrow, of
disappointment or failure, take heart
and make the most of today!
Gr
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ence may learn. Help her to hold on." fessor is enhanced when he is accommother, taking a more leisurely pace,
Jerome went away to Kent. The panied by a fine-looking woman."
watched her daughter with loving next summer he spent his spare minJerome looked at June thoughtfully
eyes. Jerome met them with the natu- utes reading to June and teaching her for a few seconds.
ral, unaffected manner of an old many of the things he had learned at
"Well," he replied, "I am ready to
friend. He and June had grown up the university. One year passed, then marry you any time."
together, and he was accepted as an another, and another. By the end of
"No, Jerome," she said, "I am not
ordinary, but necessary, adjunct to the fourth year, June could no longer even as strong as I was a month ago.
all the social affairs which concerned hold up her head. The long braids I am useless, and would be only a drag
the Averills.
were heavy.
and an expense to you. I could not
"Don't cut them," she entreated. do my part. Go and find yourself a
Mrs. Averill smiled with contentment. Jerome was such a gentle- "I would feel so shorn without my proper wife."
manly young man ! Any mother could hair."
That summer June's voice left her.
"Humor her," advised the doctor. Now she could no longer talk, and
feel that her daughter was safe when
"Do anything she asks. It is best. had to scribble her communications
he was about.
"In fact, the whole house seems She is cheerful, and we must keep on a tiny pad of paper. Still her courher so."
age did not wane. Her patient heart
finer for his coming," she thought.
That fourth summer, when June had learned to trust in God, and she
Now the bright lights, the buzz of
many voices, the commencement was twenty-one, Jerome finished at felt that somehow, somewhere, there
march, the chorus, and speeches! Kent and was invited to join the would be help for her. Jerome, faithful and brave, encouraged her, and
The diplomas are given, and Jerome faculty there.
"Now you must find a good wife with her learned the efficacy of hope
receives a well-earned scholarship to
Kent University, for he, as well as for yourself, Jerome," laughed June. in the heart.
the Averills, is a Congregationalist, "The prestige of a university proFor three years after she lost her
and he intends either to teach in a
voice, June held fast to that hope.
denominational college or to enter
Then one day something happened.
the ministry. June plans on Mount
The doctor came in and said abruptly,
Holyoke, for it is near her home.
"Well, June, we are going on a
One day not long after this, when
journey, you and I. We are going to
June started to run down the stairs,
a sanitarium and try hydrotherapy and
those friendly stairs that since babydiet and a few other new gadgets."
hood had led to some
June smiled and scribhappy experience, her foot
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slipped and was flung
The next day the amheadfirst, backward, down
bulance came and carried
the stairs into the recepher to a sanitarium out in
tion hall. Unconscious,
the country where fresh
she was carried to her
air, green trees, and green
room and laid on the bed. •
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lawns made a happy place
After the doctor had exfor people who needed
amined her, he remarked,
rest and treatment. The
"Just a little concussion.
nurses and the helpers
By MINA E. CARPENTER
She'll be all right in a day
vied with one another in
or two. Just let her rest.
bringing relief to the
No need for a nurse."
beautiful young woman
Days lengthened into
whose quiet, simple life
weeks. June tried to sit
ET us forget
presented such an example
The little things that irritate,
up, but she seemed paraof bravery and sweet
lyzed.
The things that rankle, things that grate,
Christianity. As for June
"Do something, mother,"
The things that turn our love to hate—
herself, she fell in love
EE
she begged. "There are
Let us forget.
with the place. Reclining
.74 in her wheel chair, she
so many things which I
There are so many finer things—
must do. I want to get
The flowers that bloom, the bird that sings,
enjoyed the morning worready for college."
The little kindly acts of love,
ship h o u r. Afterward
The family doctor, effiThe sunshine sent us from above,
there were treatments and
cient and capable though
The loveliness of things that grow,
a long, full day out of
he was, seemed puzzled
The summer's shower, the winter's snow.
doors with an efficient
over the situation. He
The harvest of the golden grain.
nurse to anticipate her
ordered various treatEarth's beauties were not given in vain:
needs.
ments. He tried electricity
For God doth know if we behold
Every morning, noon,
and massage, and invited
His matchless love, and seek the fold
and night I brought June
an osteopath in to try his
Of His embrace, these little things—
a tray. Sometimes I
methods. Nothing availed.
The bitterness, the word that stings—
helped her eat, for she
Specialists studied the
Will fade from view, and we shall see
was now unable to handle
case, and finally it develOnly the Man of Calvary.
her fork or spoon.
oped that June's back was
Months passed. June's
So let us then go forward, bold,
seriously injured. As the
heart was encouraged by
Remembering not the things of old.
months went by, she bethe assuredness and hope
But clad in armor bright and new,
came more and more helpof Christian physicians
With shield of faith and sword so true,
less.
and their assistants. She
"She may never walk
And prayer upon our lips, may we
began to watch for the
again," the old doctor told
March steadily on to victory.
chaplain's white head at
Mrs. Averill, "but don't
her door in the afternoon,
tell her so, for it may
and to listen for the pasloosen her hold on life.
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face. For two weeks now, George,
in carrying on his colporteur work,
had taken no orders, and had sold
only a few twenty-five-cent books.
Now they were totally without
funds. There were four children
—the oldest seven, and the youngest one year old. Something simply had to be done for their sake.
So thought Mrs. Brown as she
went about her household duties.
The two older girls were soon
ready for school and were sent
happily on their way. Mischievous
little Agnes next received attention,
and then the baby.
Mrs. Brown, at the first possible
moment, slipped to her knees, and
prayed silently but fervently that
God would be with her husband.
She reminded the Lord of His
promises, and claimed them for
herself and her family. When
she rose from her prayer, there
was peace in her heart, and confidence that God had heard and
would answer her plea.
Meanwhile Mr. Brown was having a very discouraging day. Although a prayer was continually
in his heart, God seemed far away.
At home after home he was refused admission; person after person was not interested. After what
seemed like an eternity, the sun
began to lower, and he knew he
must stop his fruitless efforts and
turn toward home. Somewhat dejectedly the tired colporteur set
out to walk the weary nine miles.
He had no money for carfare, and
"Cast Thy Bread Upon the Waters: for Thou Shalt Find It After Many Days"
his feet were sore, and his heart
was sad. He thought of the carefree days of his boyhood—mischievous boy that he had been,
without a mother's love or a father's protecting care. He thought
of the restless, uncertain years
spent in the United States Navy;
of the shy girl of his courting
days.
God had certainly blessed
By IRENE RENNARD
him in giving him such a helpful,
understanding wife to grace his
home. He remembered how trustingly she had promised to share his
WONDER if it really does pay, experience, it must be God's will, and life "for better or for worse." And
after all," sighed Mrs. Brown to He must have some good reason for he wondered almost desperately if he
her husband. "Oh, George, I allowing what seem to be trials and had failed her in giving up his work
sometimes think that we would be hardships to come to us. He has led as an electrician to keep the Seventhmuch better off, if not happier, too, us thus far, and I am sure that He day Sabbath in harmony with God's•
if we had never become Adventists. will not forsake us now. Pray for command. He dreaded to return home
It surely has meant a loss of all our me today that I may have success." with nothing encouraging to report to.
old friends, your job, and our easy=
"Yes, of course I will. You know his family. Tomorrow would be Sabgoing way of living. But," she added that I always do. But you must bath, and yet his heart was not glad at
quickly as she saw a shadow cross realize, George, that we have very the thought, for he knew that thereher husband's face, "I don't think so little left to eat. What will we ever would be nothing for the children to.
except when I'm terribly discouraged, do if you don't take some orders eat.
for I realize down deep in my heart soon? The children must have food."
Even nine miles must needs come
that we have had more true happiness
"And we must have faith that the to an end, and Mr. Brown finally
and deep contentment since we ac- Lord will provide, Laura. Good-by, reached home. At the sound of his
cepted the third angel's message. But dear." Kissing his wife tenderly, the footsteps coming up the gravel walk,.
it is so hard not to be discouraged stanch young colporteur started on Mrs. Brown hastened to the door with
when Satan seems to be getting the his way with a prayer in his heart. a smile of welcome. His answering
upper hand."
Mrs. Brown, a comely young woman smile •was a trifle strained, and she"I know, dear. It is hard. But of twenty-six years, went slowly and understood immediately from the lookalthough we can't fully understand thoughtfully into the house, a slightly in his eyes that his day had been unthe whys and the wherefores of our worried look on her usually cheery successful. Yet (Turn to page so)
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THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR_
Oen the
7-tant
When Evil Spirits Rage
By FREDERICK LEE
0 (JME with me on my itinerary
to the western district this fall.
I hope we shall have a goodly
number ready for baptism by that
time." Thus wrote the director of a
local mission, and I was glad to respond to the invitation.
One always comes back from a visit
to churches shut away among the hills
and isolated farmlands of inland
China with a feeling of gratitude for
what God has done among a simple
and sincere people. Here we find
examples of faith and good works
that would put more fortunate people
to shame.
It was in these hills to which I was
invited that I had met on one occasion
a woman nearly sixty years of age,
who walked fifteen miles to Sabbath
services, and had been so faithful in
her attendance at Sabbath school that
she was given a perfect-attendance
certificate for one year. Not only
this ; she also repeated the memory
verses for one year at a Sabbath
school rally which I attended.
Simple folk, you say, with little
else to take up their time and attention? Ah, no. Life is not so simple
when one is a widow and must earn
a living, or when one must go to
market and work on the farm with
L
As Night Falls, the
Weary Traveler
Finds Satisfaction
in the Shelter of a
City Wall
bound feet. Neither is life for the
people of such regions empty of strong
attractions. There are weddings and
feast days, funerals and birthdays,
that occupy much of the time. In the
temple court are held itinerant theatricals which attract large crowds.
There are buying and selling, eating
and drinking, the same as in more
modern lands. There are enticing
habits to be shunned. When one
visits a friend, the tobacco pipe is
offered for a friendly smoke, or perhaps the opium pipe. The daintiest
bits of food are those found on the
Levitical proscribed list.
For the Christian every day is a
test of integrity and faithfulness.
Husbands are berated by ignorant
heathen wives. Christian wives are
often terribly persecuted by heathen
husbands. Here the evil one often
holds sway and demonstrates his
power over the lives of men. Nowhere else can one see such violent
and abandoned fits of anger. The
Chinese expression that one may become "an g r y unto
death" is literally true.
Thus mingled with
those who have been
transformed by the life
of Christ into humble
and loving creatures
are those who have
given themselves over
wholly to the works of
the devil. On this particular trip we were to
see how such a mingling occurred in one
family. Little did we
realize what an uncomfortable experience we
were to have.
The usual bedding
bag and food box were
fitted out for the jour-
Travel Is None Too
Rapid by Wheelbarrow
and Donkey
DECEMBER 26, 1939
ney. A wheelbarrow was hired; we
put our baggage on it. Donkeys were
provided as mounts to save us from
getting too footsore. As we neared
the end of our journey, we were
greeted by a group of believers who
had come out to meet us and escort
us back into the walled town.
After service that night the evangelist said, "I have a number of people who desire baptism and would like
to have you examine them in the
morning." He was speaking to the
mission director and me. We assented
to this, but warned him against letting
anyone come in to be examined except
those whom he believed to be ready.
"Oh, they have all studied the lessons and can answer very well," he
assured us.
"They may be able to answer the
questions and still not be ready for
baptism," I replied.
"Yes, yes, but you ask them questions and see," the man insisted.
The examination of the candidates
began the next morning. We asked
the applicants to come in one at a
time. We inquired into the spiritual
experience of each one. We avoided
following a list of formal questions
which they had studied, but tried to
make the questions very practical, in
an effort to find out, if possible,
whether a real change of life had been
manifested.
We had not examined more than
two or three when an unusually pleasant woman was introduced to us. She
seemed to radiate a real Christian atmosphere. She was more cultured
than the rest, and knew how to read
and write. We were very much impressed with her sincerity. She understood what it required to be a real
Seventh-day Adventist.
After she went out, her husband
was brought in. He tried to impress
us with his knowledge, and acted quite
sure of himself. There seemed to be
something very insincere in his manner, even though he was able to answer many of the questions which
we asked him. Some of his answers,
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however, were unsatisfactory. We
ended our examination, and he went
out with his head high, evidently feeling quite sure that we would baptize
him.
They were a fine group of candidates. The evangelist had done his
duty in giving them the proper instruction. Most of them were illiterate people who had only begun to
learn to read after they had become
interested in Christianity.
We counseled with the evangelist
about the candidates. The baptism
was to be held the next day. Finally
we came to the consideration of the
husband and wife who had applied
for baptism.
We learned that the man was a
shopkeeper in the town and had a
better education than most of the
other people in the group. We suggested that we felt he was too proud,
and asked the evangelist just how
long he had been keeping the Sabbath.
"He has been coming to church on
Sabbath for many months, but he has
closed his shop only the last two or
three Sabbaths," the worker explained.
"I do not feel clear about this man's
being baptized at this time, but I
would be glad to baptize his wife," I
said. "Do you think that such an
arrangement will be all right ?"
The evangelist thought that it would
be all right, and suggested that we
explain the matter to the man. We
said we would be glad to do this, and
the man was brought in. We tried to
speak to his heart, telling him that
we felt that he should make a complete surrender of everything to the
Lord, that he had been faithful in
keeping the Lord's Sabbath for a very
short while, whereas his wife had
been a very earnest Christian for
some time. We tried to encourage
him, and expressed the hope that he
would be ready for baptism the next
time. He took the rejection very
gracefully, and admitted that he was
not worthy of baptism. He said that
he would try to do better in days to
come.
I had had similar embarrassing rejections to make on other occasions
that had not turned out as well as
this one, and we were glad to know
that the man was taking the right
attitude. We knew, of course, that to
have us reject him when we accepted
his wife for baptism was a hard test.
It was, according to the flesh, "face
losing!'
Mead St
A
DIFFERENT
WAY
,2auta
HE usual way of reading the
Bible is the chapter-or-two-aday method. But not long ago
I read a plea for a different manner
of reading the Book of books. In
speaking of those who follow the
piecemeal method, the writer states
that "though their minds may be
stored with many precious verses of
promise, comfort, and guidance, they
may know little or nothing about the
great sweep of Isaiah's prophecies,
have no clear outline of the life of
Christ, nor any conception of those
majestic arguments that make St.
Paul the greatest Christian teacher of
all times. The deeper levels of the
Bible's riches come only to the one
who reads the Book in a different
way."
We have found in our study of the
Bible that this is true. The prophetic
books, or the epistles of Paul, were
never so clear as when studied as
units—a book at a time, or even
Cir
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A
Otown
groups of books written contemporaneously. Chapters and verses,
though excellent helps, are artificial
divisions, and often interrupt a line
of thought which should be followed
without interruption through many
chapters.
Is it not true that we get more
benefit from other books by reading
many pages at a sitting than by reading one page or two pages a day ?
We would not discourage daily
Bible study. There are many methods
of Bible study in which one can profitably spend a few minutes each day.
Yet for Bible reading, why not next
year try the plan of reading enough at
one sitting to get a clear outline of
the history, the prophecy, and the doctrines of the Bible? The time of reading might be approximately two hours
each Sabbath, or one evening a week.
A suggestive plan for 1940 follows.
This is similar to the regular Bible
Year plan, except (Turn to page 12)
The next morning the evangelist
came rushing into the room at an
early hour to announce that the man
we had rejected was on a rampage.
"He has been raving at his wife
most of the night. He threatens to
kill her if she goes to be baptized.
He has taken out the great vegetable
knife and has been whetting it on
the stone and saying to his wife, `I
will be home here making the knife
sharp if you leave this house and then
return.' " The evangelist was distinctly disturbed.
"Have you seen his wife?" we
asked. "What is she going to do
about it?"
"The wife says she will be baptized even if he kills her for it." The
worker's words were very solemn.
We asked his advice as to what we
should do.
"If the woman wishes to be baptized, we must baptize her," he said.
The time of baptism came. We
gathered the group of candidates in
the little chapel for prayer before
going to the pool outside the city.
The woman whose life was threatened
sat calmly with the other candidates.
The baptism was carried on without incident. The angry husband did
not appear. With what uncertain
feelings the wife must have returned
home !
As we came down the street to the
chapel, which was just opposite the
shop and the home of this family, we
could see that something was happening. A crowd of people stood around.
The angry husband had pulled his
wife into the house and was bolting
his door shut as we came up.
"What was the man doing?" we
asked.
"When the wife came back from
baptism, her husband was waiting
for her, violently angry. He grabbed
her and tore off her outer garment.
Then he took her by the hair of her
head and dragged her up and down
the street before his house, shouting
that he was going to kill her." One
of the candidates who had accompanied her on her return home explained.
We stood before the door of that
troubled home feeling helpless. The
noise inside was demonic. But no
one dared enter. The Chinese will
permit of no outside interference in
family squabbles. The heathen neighbors were indifferent regarding what
the man had done and might do to
his wife.
The little group of believers gathered in the chapel that night and
prayed earnestly for the woman.
While we were assembled in prayer,
the angered man came out on the
street and shouted that he was going
to kill his wife and then come over
and kill the foreigners.
The evangelist came in at a late
hour and said, "The man has his wife
tied to the bed, and he is sitting beside her, sharpen- (Turn to page 13)
THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR
miners were of small consequence
now. Workers would be of no use
when there was no coal to mine.
The sight that met the eyes of the
incoming National Guard was an
eerie one. The entire population, not
only of New Straitsville, but of the
neighboring towns of Nelsonville,
Athens, and Zanesville, were milling
around, the light of pine torches
mingling with the angry glare from
the mine.
The first pale, pearl streaks of
dawn lighted the east, and the stars
paled imperceptibly into pinpricks of
light and finally vanished altogether.
With the coming of day most of
the crowd dispersed to their work in
the other mines or to ever present
farm duties. The National Guard
troops remained, and the primary
issue of the strike was settled. Work
was resumed in the company's other
shafts, but the fire did not burn itself
out. Even the novelty of the "Straitsville burning mine" began to wear off,
and the news-hungry farmers' wives
U.S. BUREAU OF MINES
"jest reckoned it were still aburnin',"
Coal Mining Is a Hazardous Task for the Men Who Work Far Below the
Earth's Surface
and went on about their endless butter
churning and egg gathering.
Not so with the Federal Government. The whole thing began to
worry them when the fire got out of
the control of the mine owners. Obviously, the State could not maintain
a troop of National Guards indefinitely at the mine. It was also obvious by now that the fire was not
confined in that one shaft alone. Reports began coming in of the ground
BETTY WESTFALL
sinking and smoke rising from the
holes. Also, there was the ever present danger of an explosion. The near
HE high, thin, banshee wail of impossibility for anyone to try to residents began to contemplate a hurried exodus, but the flying weeks
a siren screamed through the enter the mine shaft.
moonlit stillness, breaking the
Seventy-five miles away, in Colum- lengthened into months and years, and
midnight sleep of New Straitsville bus, the unnatural scream of the Na- nothing happened.
Now, in 1939, just fifty-four years
into jagged splinters of wakefulness. tional Guard riot alarm brought immeLights flared up suddenly in the homes diate action, and it needed only the after the flaring pine torch began the
of coal miners in the little Ohio town, governor's official signature to send wanton destruction, the Government is
which stretch away street after street the troops double-quick for New out millions of dollars and the time
and effort of the best army and priand block after block. Homes in Straitsville.
The striking miners were not yet vate technical engineers. They have
coal-mining sections inevitably take on
a depressing dinginess and are weary- aware of the full import of their rash exhausted all their powers in a vain
ingly identical in architecture, and in deed. Uppermost in their minds were effort to stem the smoldering menace.
their demands for higher wages. The Only the engineers know the extent
lack of paint and "gingerbread."
"Jes' knew some of them fool refusal of the company to meet these of the loss of valuable coal and of
strikers wuz a goin' to break out and demands had led to the proposal of the burned section itself. The surdo suthin' afore they wuz athinkin'." one avenging plan after another. rounding country for miles is not safe
Old Jake Haskinson grumblingly Finally one of the small, narrow- from explosions and sinkings. The
hitched up his trousers with one hand gauge cars used to haul the coal from sulphurous fumes and smoke are
and vainly tried to light a coal-oil the excavation was loaded, saturated slowly killing off the vegetation of
lamp with the other. He spat vin- with kerosene, and pushed down into this southwestern section of beautiful
dictively at the startled cat and groped the mine shaft, and a burning pine Ohio.
In the Government's effort to check
his way to the front hall to find his torch was thrown in after it. The
whole shaft was immediately in this scarlet menace, they have blasted,
beloved red fire chief's helmet.
Five minutes later the rattling, flames, and the coal in the shaft that dug around, used water, and tried
flapping equipage of the New Straits- was as yet unmined began to smolder shutting off the air supply. At the
ville Fire Department jolted up to in the intense heat and the sweeping present time the Civilian Conservation Corps and the Works Progress
the entrance of the first mine on the draft.
eastern side of town. From the shaft
"It will burn itself out," said the• Administration are building a cement
issued great clouds of oily black smoke mine foreman, more to reassure him- wall as nearly around the fire area as
and licking, scarlet flames. The self than because anyone was listening possible, in the hope that that will
amazed fire-department • personnel to him. He turned with relief at the check it altogether. This may not
gazed helplessly around. There was welcome news of the mobilized Na- prove a success, though, for the heat
very little that they could do. Water tional Guards. But, after all, what may start the coal on the other side
was of no avail, and it was an utter good could they do? The striking to smoldering. (Turn to page r3)
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PAGE 7
A WORD PICTURE
By EVANGELINE H. CARR
HE snow lay deep and soft on the young are beautiful, it is an accimy four-o'clock bed, and a dent of nature; when the old are beauvagrant wind was sweeping tiful, it is a work of art." "I would
part of it over against the rain barrel hate to go and live with a poky old
that had been emptied and turned up- woman," sympathized my city friend;
side down. Inside, the house was but poor Hildegarde didn't know
warm ; there was the smell of dried any better. She didn't know Little
corn cooking, and plenty of excite- Grandma. Not long ago I heard a
ment, for the yearly "box" had come, young woman say, "It certainly is too
and six heads of various sizes and bad that our grandmothers had such
colors were bent eagerly over its con- limited opportunities for education."
tents. Little Grandma had sent a box Limited—well, when I think of what
like this every fall that I could re- Little Grandma knew, it seems as
member, and this one would be large though we moderns are those who are
enough for a playhouse when it was limited.
emptied.
After the usual college course, a
There were warm coats and dresses young woman of those days was not
to be made over, mittens, stockings, considered really well educated until
and socks of beautifully dyed and she had taken two years in housekeepknitted yarns, a flour sack of dried ing or been governess for the royalty
apples and another of butternuts, and for that length of time. Little
at the bottom, in the center, was a Grandma chose the course in houselarge, round yellow cheese carefully keeping, which, as I look through a
wrapped, surrounded by many other college curriculum, must have comthings. There were the fruitcake and prised a home economics course and a
the shoebox full of maple sugar; there dietetics course, with several electives
were books and pictures, a box of thrown in. Much of the good looks
lovely hair ribbon, a china doll, and of the family is supposed to have
jackknives. All in all, it was such a come by way of our grandfather, but
marvelous box that the mythical Pan- the old album shows me that he
dora could certainly wish for nothing brought to America a sweet-faced
more.
bride who had a beautiful character
Is Grandma really little? I wanted behind her "peaches and cream" comto know; we had always called the plexion. Building a home in the
woman who sent these wonderful big wilderness was as much her task as it
boxes Little Grandma. We had an- was that of her farmer-stockman.other grandmother whom we called veterinarian husband.
Big Grandma. "Why, yes," smiled
She was seventy-four years old
mother, "she isn't quite five feet tall, when she greeted us warmly in the
but she is the biggest little woman you front hall, and informed us that this
ever saw. I mean she lives such a was our "home" now. The five stoves
full life, does so many things for in the home were not always used at
everyone, and loves so much—this the same time, but there was always
Little Grandma of ours."
fuel in readiness.
I wish I could go to her house, I
Having a home means learning to
mused. On that cold December day be a good hostess. And being a good
with its cheer, comfort, and joy in- hostess in a house with eleven large
side, no one dreamed of the disaster rooms, a spacious attic, and a threethat would shortly send four of us to room cellar, means many duties. It
live with that little woman for two did not take me long to learn that
years.
Little Grandma knew just about everyI was going on nine years old thing. She needed a "right hand" she
when we arrived at the large white told me, and so for nearly two years
house with its hedge of lilacs by the I was usually at her side.
neat picket fence, and a colony of
Not that Grandmother was sole
barns and stables, with meadows and •housekeeper. She had given up hard
wide, open fields away beyond. The work years before. Now she did
lovely orchard and garden were but only odd jobs that everyone else
a fancy molding to frame Little forgot or did not think necessary any
Grandma.
more. Of course she was legal head
Today I read something that made of the old farm, though she depended
me think of her. It was this: "When on one of her sons to collect on
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grain sales and bank the funds. This
last was a concession made largely
because he insisted that it was safer
to keep one's money in the bank than
in the buckskin bag in the old nick of
the safety cellar or in the canvas bag
in the locked lower desk drawer. So
the larger amounts were put in the
bank, but the returns from small sales,
such as a few sheep, a calf now and
then, or butter, eggs, and cheese, went
into the bags. Little Grandma paid
the hired help with the funds which
uncle brought from the bank ; so the
bags always held plenty of money for
little things, for presents, and for
missions, both home and foreign.
One hot, sultry June day I had just
finished picking the last of the cherries
that grew along the board fence
around the orchard, and Little
Grandma and I were trudging through
the orchard with our baskets. "Why
did grandfather plant such a big orchard?" I asked her.
"It is a long way through it," she
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laughed, reading my thoughts, "and
it does give us more apples than we
can use, but we find plenty of folk
who don't have any. And how apples
help through a long winter!" She
paused by the currant bushes. "See,
the late stragglers are ripe now. Let's
get them. Here, empty your cherries
in with mine and pick them."
"But—" I began, "there are so few,
and the jelly shelf in the cellar is full,
and—"
"Yes, dear, I know that you are
hot and tired, but a few minutes will
get them all, and there are enough to
make two more glasses of lovely
currant jelly for some poor sick person who needs just a bite of appetizing beauty to start him eating again."
"But, Grandma, do you have to
feed all the people who won't work
hard and make good things for themselves ?" I questioned a bit resentfully.
"Oh! no, child, we can't reach many
of them, and we must remember that
some people don't know how to raise
fruit, and some don't have any ground
to plant. God has given us a good
crop to divide with those who are less
fortunate."
"But we have to do the work," I
groaned under my load of cherries
and currants.
"Come," she said, "set the fruit up
on the fence, and rest a bit under
the apple tree." And as we rested I
heard how the stout log hen house was
the first home she and grandfather
had built, how they had kept a barrel
of sugar, a barrel of salt, a case of
matches, two barrels of flour, and a
few bolts of muslin and calico to trade
with the Indians in the long-ago days.
And how when these neighbors were
unfriendly Grandma fed them cookies
and gave them apples from this same
old tree! The Indians soon learned
that grandfather could do marvels for
a -sick pony, that Grandma knew what
to do for an ailing papoose or squaw,
and that they were never turned away
unhelped. "We had very little trouble
with the Indians. Grandfather even
pulled their aching teeth with his
horse forceps," she finished.
There was always something to do
on the farm, we soon discovered. The
milk was sold to the cheese factory
except on Sabbath and Sunday, when
it was saved and made into butter and
cheese. Also there were tallow candles to mold, though we had plenty of
lamps, and soap to make from ashes
and waste fats. "Lamps are getting
safer now," Grandma used to say.
"But candles are lights to carry, and
we have a few old candle lanterns
that are not worn out. And besides,
there are some boys and girls out in
the 'Company Woods' who can't afford oil who will be able to get their
lessons if they have some of these
tallow candles."
When the snow covered the fences,
my principal duty was to bring wood
from the large woodhouse and feed
the fires. Between times I wound
yarn and listened to Little Grandma's
"One Hundred Tales" read by her
and translated from Danish as she
spun. She laid the book on her lap
while her fingers fed the hungry shut-
tle of the little rosewood spinning
wheel by instinct, as it were, for she
seldom gave even a glance to her task.
Sometimes at twilight she used to
knit for a change, and sleep the while.
Knitting and sleeping went fine, she
said, except when she was doing a
heel or ribbing. Then sometimes she
dropped a stitch and had to go back.
"Why do you work so hard ?" I
questioned. "We have all the mittens
and stockings we need."
"Yes, I know you do," she answered; "but the ones we took to the
`Company Woods' will all be worn
out before spring, and I don't• have
so very many years left to help others
now." Then her fingers flew the
faster.
A February thaw and a beautiful
day. "Tell Henry to hitch Barney to
the single sleigh and drive to the side
gate," instructed Little Grandma. We
dressed warmly and loaded the sleigh.
Apples, popcorn, mittens, stockings,
leggings, cheese, cream, butter, jelly,
and candles went in, together with a
hot soapstone for our feet and a
buffalo robe to cover us. Then we
were off to the "Company Woods."
The windows in the little cabins
built of new or weathered pine boards
looked like the showcases in a country
store at Christmastime, for they were
full of faces. Sometimes I held a
sick baby while Grandma rubbed the
little body with oil or prepared a
barley gruel for it. Sometimes I
played with a crippled child, but generally I brought things in from the
sleigh as Grandma saw the need, and
just looked on.
"That family expected you to do all
that," I grumbled. "They didn't even
say 'Thank you.' "
"No," answered Grandma, "they
have never learned to be kind or
grateful. But the fact that they do
not know how to appreciate what we
do is not our business. We are to
do good whenever we see a need, regardless."
Several times that day little faces
brightened and tired mothers gratefully accepted knitted "warmies" and
dainties. That made me feel better.
"You must learn to do things without receiving thanks," reproved Little
Grandma; "but see that you are never
ungrateful."
One day in late summer I saw a
woman walking toward the house.
She was dressed in a queer fashion
and carried a bundle on the end of
a cane flung over her shoulder.
Grandmother, Aunt Jennie, and I were
alone in the house.
"Go to the door," said Grandma.
"But she looks so queer," I protested.
"Never mind. Queer-looking people
are sometimes fine. Open the door."
The Farm, With Its Colony of Barns and
Stables, Its Meadows and Wide, Open
Fields, Was to Be Our Home for Two
Years
DECEMBER 26, 1939
H. A. ROBERTS
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"Why, how do you do, Elizabeth!"
greeted Little Grandma.
The woman knelt on one knee and
kissed Grandma's hand; then she sat
on a low stool and talked loud and fast.
She would not take the comfortable
rocker which I had placed for her.
Grandma motioned me to her side.
"Ask Jennie to prepare a lunch, and
you may bring it on the large tray. Use
the cream linen and the rose tea set.
Elizabeth has walked eight miles, and is
tired and hungry."
"Queer," I told Aunt Jennie while
she made sandwiches and I set the tray.
"Grandma treats that strange-looking
woman just as well as she does women
like Mrs. Peterson."
Along toward night it began to look
as if there would be a storm.
"Ask Henry to hitch Barney to the
light buggy, and then you and brother
may take Elizabeth home," said Little
Grandma.
"The new buggy?" I questioned.
"Certainly. She is old and needs comfort," said Grandma.
Just before we started, Grandma laid
her hand on Elizabeth's rough sleeve
and inquired, "Are you sure you have
enough money to last till your next pension check comes?"
"Of course I have money," stated the
woman proudly.
"Well, let's see how much you have,"
persisted Grandma.
And the queer woman began to search.
She lifted one skirt after another.
Finally, in the fourth petticoat there was
a small pocket, and out of it came a
slightly soiled old handkerchief. She
carefully untied three hard knots and
showed the six copper pennies which
they had been guarding.
"Well, you do have money," agreed
Grandma, trying to keep back a smile,
"but I don't think that would last you.
Let me take the handkerchief," she
coaxed. Then she went to the locked
drawer in the desk. The handkerchief
seemed to weigh the petticoat down as
Elizabeth carefully slipped it back into
the pocket.
Grandma called me to get the somewhat swollen bundle and a package from
the pantry. I obeyed reluctantly. "Listen," she said, "you don't seem to be
quite as courteous to Elizabeth as you
should. She looks queer, but she is old
and poor. Her husband is dead, and
she has no children. She gets eight dollars a month to live on, and she is not
very well. Be as kind and thoughtful of
her as you are of me. Be even nicer to
her. When our older children were
small she used to work for me. She was
clean and industrious and always faithful. That counts for much, remember.
Now she is old and poor, and we should
help her all we can. Even if she does
not use the best language, she should be
treated kindly, and God loves her."
I was as sweet then to Elizabeth as I
knew how to be. And tears came to her
old eyes as I carried her bundle into the
lonely, bleak little house which she
called home.
"Your grandmother is a fine woman,"
she said.
Grandmother never did the weaving.
The loom was built for longer legs than
hers. She just spun the wool or the
flax, and until the American mills began making fabrics that would do, a
weaver came twice a year and wove the
suiting and the beautiful linen tablecloths and dress linens. She tailored
suits for her husband and three sons, as
well as coats and suits for her eight
daughters. She sometimes had help with
the rough part of the sewing and cutting,
but she always did the finishing herself.
She taught her daughters the household
arts and crafts.
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'1/4itt BIBLE
TEACHES
a-A a bar
—Christ admonishes His followers to
seek perfection.
"Be ye therefore perfect, even as
your Father which is in heaven is
perfect." Matt. 5:48.
—Patience and careful adherence to
His command will bring perfection.
"Here is the patience of the saints:
here are they that keep the commandments of God, and the faith of Jesus."
Rev. 14:12.
"That ye may stand perfect and
complete in all the will of God." Col.
4:12.
—The Christian is to grow in grace.
"Grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus
Christ." 2 Peter 3:18.
—This growth is marked by eight
stages.
"Giving all diligence, add to your
faith virtue; . . . knowledge; . . .
temperance; . . . patience; . . . godliness; . . . brotherly kindness; . . .
charity." 2 Peter 1:5-8.
—Christ desires this growth in His followers for a purpose.
"That He might present it to Himself
a glorious church, not having spot, or
wrinkle, or any such thing; but that
it should be holy and without blemish." Eph. 5:27.
—It requires a special food to bring
about this growth.
"As newborn babes, desire the sincere milk of the word, that ye may
grow thereby." 1 Peter 2:2.
"Thy words were found, and I did
eat them." Jer. 15:16.
"Thy word have I hid in mine heart."
Ps. 119:11.
—Perfection means severe discipline.
"If any man offend not in word, the
same is a perfect man, and able also
to bridle the whole body." James 3:2.
—The attainment of a perfect character
is possible with God's help.
"I pray God your whole spirit and
soul and body be preserved blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus
Christ." 1 Thess. 5:23.
She found time to help them with
their early education and to read good
books and papers. I never knew of anyone's going away from her door unhelped
or uncomforted.
The barnyard was full of every kind of
vehicle and team the day we carried
Little Grandma to the churchyard above
the maple grove. Liveried grooms
rubbed elbows with mule drivers, and
tears were dried on fine linens or floursack handkerchiefs, or dashed away by
rough coat sleeves.
"Try to be like your grandmother,"
admonished the old minister kindly.
Looking back over the forty years that
have passed since she was laid to rest,
and coming in touch with people as I
have, I realize that to have known a
woman like Little Grandma is a privilege
indeed.
Faith Rewarded
(Continued from page 4)
his voice was cheerful as he greeted her.
"No, I didn't take any orders today.
I really cannot understand the reason.
In all our experience we have not been
reduced to such straits. But come, let's
have supper and family worship. Somehow it always makes things look brighter
when we talk things over together with
God."
The supper was indeed a meager affair; yet the children's merry chatter
gave evidence of their carefreeness.
Suddenly the oldest girl spoke:
"Mother, please may I have another
piece of bread? Agnes took the last
one on the plate, and I must .have some
to finish my milk with."
"I'm sorry, dear, but there isn't any
more bread," Mrs. Brown answered
sorrowfully.
"No more bread?" repeated the children wonderingly.
"No, darlings. But we are all going
to ask Jesus for some tonight, and He
will send it, I know."
The little family gathered in the living
room, and there knelt reverently. The
baby was asleep, but each of the others
offered a prayer for food to their
heavenly Father, and they had faith that
He would hear and answer. Worship
continued with singing—the delight of
them all—and several Bible stories were
read to the children by their father.
After the little ones had been tucked
into bed, Mr. and Mrs. Brown talked
over their circumstances, and far into
the night they sought God for help.
Sabbath morning dawned clear and
sunny, and the Brown family were up
betimes. Since the Sabbath services
were' held in the afternoon, the mornings
were usually spent in long walks. As
they started out across the fields toward
the river, Mr. Brown thoughtfully contemplated the scene. His thoughts were
interrupted by an excited shout from
Agnes, who was running up the riverbank.
"Daddy, daddy, come here quick ! Jesus has sent us some bread down the
river. Now we can have some bread !
I am so hungry," she added mournfully.
M. Brown hurried to the spot, and
there, within his reach, was a fresh
loaf of bread securely wrapped in wax
paper.
"Mother, do you remember the verse,"
asked Marian in her quaint, grown-up
way, "that you read last night about
how the bread which was cast on the
water returned to you after many days?"
"Yes, dear, I do."
As the little group knelt thankfully in
a secluded spot by the peaceful river,
Mr. Brown said, marveling, "God works
in a mysterious way His wonders to
perform."
That very afternoon, in the little village church, a most inspiring service was
held. And as Mr. Brown was leaving, a
friend placed in his hand an envelope
containing twenty-five dollars, with the
brief explanation that he did not know
just why, but he had been impressed
with a great desire to give it to him.
The Lord had cared for His own whose
faith was stayed upon Him.
It was a happy family that gathered
for worship that evening. Their faith
had been tested and tried, but it had not
faltered.
"Laura," said Mr. Brown to his wife,
"with such a direct revelation of God's
care for us, how can we help but feel
satisfied that we are in the right work,
doing as God would have us do?"
"I don't think that I shall ever doubt
God's loving watchcare again. And
from now on I am sure that you are
going to be more successful in your colporteur work—not only in selling books,
but also in winning souls to the Master.
I feel that the experiences of the last
few weeks have been allowed as a test
of our faith."
"I am sure of that, too," he agreed.
"I admit that I sometimes think a trifle
enviously of that forty-dollar-a-week job
I left; but the joy of knowing that we
are in the Lord's work is worth any
sacrifice."
Many years have come and gone since
that memorable day. Mr. and Mrs.
Brown are still consecrated Christian
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I C. ALLEN
By ELEANOR MUSICK
IL EGGY threw'herself down on the
sofa and tossed her Nature Magazine across the table.
"I can't find anything there," she
grumbled, "and I'm not going to bother
looking for anything so ridiculous."
"Why, Peggy, what is the matter?" her
mother questioned.
"Oh, it's just a story I need for nature
class," she answered. "It must be a
true incident which shows that animals
have feelings and are, in a sense, like
human beings. We all know that animals get hurt, but I don't believe that
they have feelings and realize it if someone dislikes them. How could I write
a story of this type about a dumb
animal ?"
"Peggy, I believe I have the solution
to your problem," said mother. "Would
you be interested in hearing about
Fritzi?"
"Is Fritzi the tiger cat of which I've
often heard you speak?" broke in Peggy.
"Yes," she answered. "When I was
very small, my parents, my sister, and I
lived with grandpa and grandma in a
little country town. One of the neighbors gave grandma a little tiger kitten.
I do not recall the day he came, but a
few months afterward I remember seeing
Fritzi running about in the yard. He
was a small, thin, and very ugly little
kitten that would flee out of sight at the
sound of a footstep. When we moved
to a large farmhouse three miles away,
grandma gave Fritzi to sister and mg,
and he came to live in our new home.
"Fritzi became a very good friend of
the other farm animals and pets, but he
didn't like Prince, our collie dog. Prince
was aware of this and delighted in teasing the poor little kitten. He ate his
food and stole the mice which he caught.
Many times he chased him up a certain
tree; and had it not been for the near-by
trees to which he could escape, Fritzi
would have been obliged to stay up
there sometimes for hours. For Prince,
thinking he was keeping Fritzi up the
tree, would guard it for a long time.
Through all these trials Fritzi continued
to remain a peaceful, quiet cat, and never
tormented Prince in return.
"When I was big enough to go to
school, my mother allowed me to give
the pets their supper. After returning
from school one cold January afternoon,
I prepared their supper, as usual, and
DECEMBER 26. 1939
called Fritzi and Tabby. Tabby was a
beautiful Maltese cat that one of our
neighbors had given us. Neither of them
responded to my call. Where could they
be? This had never happened with
Fritzi before. Mother, too, sensed something unusual. She had never told us
of the foxes which barked every night,
or of the many wild animals that inhabited the near-by woods ; so sister and
I had not dreamed that almost any day
our pets might disappear.
"With tears .in my eyes and a choked
sob in my throat, I gave the supper to
Prince. A few days later Prince
brought Tabby home dead. Bloodstains
and the torn flesh about her neck told
the sad story. This time a fox had
not been the guilty culprit, but the enemy
of many animals, the weasel. Had the
same fate befallen Fritzi? Each of us
refused to believe that death had
snatched our family pet. Night after
night we called, and friend after friend
we visited, always asking the same question, 'Has anyone here seen a large
tiger cat?'
"I asked this question every day at
school for a month, but I always received
the same disheartening response. Finally
we gave up hope of ever seeing him
again.
"Two months passed, and with them
many storms and much cold weather.
It was now the middle of April. On
one of those warm spring nights when
the sap from the maple trees fills a pail
in a few hours, we were sitting in the
parlor reading when mother decided to
go out to empty the pails of sap. She
returned a few minutes later without her
pail, but with something hidden under
her coat.
"'Look what I've found,' she said, as
a t Alt& ean1Wle
If you want a hobby that is bridled and saddled and ready to
ride at a moment's notice, one that will soothe your savage breast
when it is weary, and elevate your soul to heaven when all is
going well with you, then get a musical instrument and learn to
play it.
Music
"Music," someone has said, "is the fourth need of man: food,
clothing, shelter—then music." To the practical person this may
mean nothing, for he thinks he can go through life without it. But the fact that we get
along without music is no evidence that it is not needed, that the life would not have
been far richer and more beautiful if its influence had been admitted. No one can hope
to have true culture and a broad education without a knowledge of music.
"Music wakes the soul, and lifts it high, and wings it with sublime desires, and fits it
to bespeak the Deity." Music—good music—is one of the joys of life: it was designed
by God to uplift the thoughts to high and noble themes, to inspire and elevate the soul.
Music plays an important role in the home, the school, the divine service, and in
recreation. To hear and appreciate good music enriches the life, but nothing can take
the place of the ability to create music—to sing or to play some instrument. To the one
who sings or plays an instrument is opened up a large avenue of genuine pleasure and
social contacts. Besides being able to perform in the capacity of soloist or accompanist,
there are various ensembles in which you can have a part—orchestras, choruses, and
choirs.
If you plan to take an active part in spreading the gospel in these last days—and
what Missionary Volunteer doesn't?—you will find musical ability a great asset. Musicians are needed to accompany congregational singing, to direct congregational singing
and choirs, to provide special music for various services and functions, and to have
charge of music at camp meetings and Junior camps.
Plan your school program to include music. You will never regret it, and in later
years it will mean far more to you than some of the other knowledge which you endeavor
to absorb. If your school days are past and you failed to take any music, NOW is the
time to do it. Don't say that you are too old to learn. Men and women of middle age
have made life more enjoyable and worth while by studying music. Or perhaps you
have shelved the musical instrument which you once played. Why not get it out and
brush up on your technique? Included in the fifty-one Vocational Honors is one in Music
which you will enjoy working out.
PAGE 11
a thin, haggard, straggly gray cat jumped
from her arms.
"With one accord we cried, 'Fritzi,' too
much surprised and pleased to say more.
Fritzi was as glad to see us as we
were to see him, but he was so exhausted
that almost at once he curled up on the
rug and went to sleep. It seemed that a
long-lost friend had returned, and our
household was again complete."
"But where had he been all that time?"
broke in Peggy.
"No one knows but our heavenly
Father who watches even little birds,"
said mother.
"However, we wondered if the fact
that his old tormentor had died the
day before could have had anything to
do with his return. Could he have
kept in contact with Prince all during
those months and returned when he
realized that he would not be teased any
more?
"For the remaining eight years of
his life Fritzi stayed near us, purred by
our chairs each evening, and followed us
about the farm. He realized when he
had done something he shouldn't have
done, and for fear of a scolding he would
sometimes leave home for two or three
days. He returned once with a broken
leg which took several weeks to heal.
"After living thirteen years on the
farm, father and mother made arrangements to move to a village where we
children might have a Christian education. Fritzi was sixteen years old by
that time, and very feeble; so we left
him at his original home with grandma.
"But Fritzi longed for his own home
and made several futile attempts to
escape. Finally he was successful—gone
before grandma could catch him.
"Again the same question went out to
friends in the community, 'Has anyone
seen Fritzi ?' One day a little old man
stopped grandma and asked, 'Was Fritzi
a tiger cat? Did he have a crooked leg?'
"That was his description. The man
hesitated to tell grandma that he had
just laid him by the side of the road.
He had found him on the pavement not
far from the house, where he had met
his .death under the wheels of an automobile."
After mother had finished her story,
she turned to Peggy and said, "Remember, daughter, always treat animals
kindly. They never forget a kindness,
and are faithful companions and devoted
friends."
n.
Made Whole
(Continued from page 3)
learned the rest of the Sabbath day, and
her faith grew stronger as she saw other
patients recover and go back to their
homes buoyant and healthy.
Sometimes I would be called in to help
lift her. The nurses would stand the
patient on the floor, supporting her carefully. I would hold June's head, so that
it would not bob about. Sometimes when
June's braids fell out of the wheel chair,
I would lift them carefully and place
them back again, arranging them so that
they would be out of the way. I learned
to love June, and would often slip in
during off-duty hours to perform some
little service for her just because I liked
to see the glow on her face.
Summer was ending. The sanitarium
was filled with guests, and the workers
in the institution were like bees going
about their duties.
June, basking in the good sun, did
not know that the doctors had said that
she would never walk again and that
her case was hopeless; but I knew, and
I grew more concerned as the days
passed. It hurt my heart to think that
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BINDING BROKEN HEARTS
Our old world is full of broken
hearts, wrecked lives, and sorrowing
spirits. Many weep over loved ones
who have passed away, others over
joys which have departed or over
friendships which have been torn
asunder. Some sit in darkness too
deep for words to express.
Perhaps with you hope may have
departed or love grown cold. Perhaps prospects that once smiled
have proved disappointing, and
voices that once cheered have been
hushed.
In such an hour we need the
sympathy and the healing touch of
Him who alone can "bind up the
brokenhearted." This was one of
the great purposes for which Christ
came to live among men. Isa. 61:1.
Passing by a shop, I read the
notice: "Everything mended but
broken hearts." Mending broken
hearts is a gentle business which
human philosophy has not learned,
and one which human science can
never teach. Christ alone can do
this work perfectly. He gave the
dead boy back to his mother, alive
and well. He restored the dead
girl to her parents, and the dead
brother to the weeping sisters of
Bethany. He sent the paralytic home
rejoicing, cleansed the lepers, and
gave sight to the blind and hearing
to the deaf.
Yes, He had a balm for every
grief, a panacea for every sorrow.
He could bind up all broken hearts.
How we need His sympathy, His
love, His gentleness, His power, to
help us in our ministry to broken
hearts around us today!—Robert
Hare.
As you have joined in the supplications of youth from all parts of
the globe this year, have you felt
the Spirit of the Lord in your life to
a fuller extent than ever before?
If this year's experience has
meant anything to you, why not
give to just one other soul the opportunity to "seek . . . first the
kingdom of God," by presenting
him with a copy of the beautiful
1940 Morning Watch Calendar?
Five insignificant pennies and a
priceless prayer uttered before the
throne of grace may mean eternal
salvation to some needful soul.
When the effort required is so
slight, is there valid reason for
neglect?
this flowerlike woman, whose faith was
so simple and sincere, would have to
go on like this as long as she lived.
Standing in the sanitarium kitchen, I
heard them talking about it. June Averill
had been healed by prayer. A specialist
had gone to June's room to examine
her. Afterward he, a Christian physician, had called the regular doctor and
the pastor. Quietly he told June that
there was just one hope for her, and that
was prayer. He told her that God could
heal her body and make her well. The
pastor read those verses in the book of
James which show the willingness of
the great God to bring relief to those
who are ill.
"We will pray for you if you wish us
to do so," he said gently.
June signified that she would be not
only willing, but glad, for them to ask
God to heal her.
Sometimes we are surprised when God
answers a prayer so quickly and significantly ; and the whole institution
throbbed with quiet joy as they heard of
God's answer to the simple prayer that
was offered.
June stood on her feet and began to
talk.
"Please take me to the telephone,"
she requested. "I would like to speak
with my mother." But her mother could
not believe that it was June's voice.
Three long years had passed since she
had heard it, and she hastened to board
the train to come to the sanitarium and
see for herself and rejoice. Then June
called Jerome. He also came on the
next train leaving town. It seemed too
good to be true; but it was true. June
was completely and instantaneously
healed.
The next morning I stepped softly up
the stairs to June's room and tapped on
the door. A pleasant voice called,
"Come in."
I opened the door and saw June standing before the mirror. She had combed
her hair and was winding the long
strands about her head in coronet
fashion. The last time she had combed
it; she had been just a school girl.
June stayed at the 'sanitarium for a few
months and then went away with Jerome
to a home of her own, where she "kept
her own house," because of the sheer
enjoyment of being able to move and
talk and live. The last time I heard
of her, years afterward, she was still
strong and well and "doing her own
work."
How much more God is able and
willing to do for us than most of us
believe! Even as He heals the body, so
can He heal the soul. "All things are
possible," He says, "to him that believeth."
Read It—a Different Way
(Continued from page 6)
that a reading is specified for each week
rather than for each day.
Week Ending
6 Genesis 1-23
Jan.
Creation and fall
Flood
Abraham
13
Genesis
24-50
Jan.
Marriage of Isaac
Jacob and Esau
Joseph
Jan. 20 Exodus 18
Israel in Egypt
The Passover
The exodus
Jan.
27 Exodus r9-4o
Giving of the law
The tabernacle
Feb. 3 Leviticus
s o Numbers r- r7
Feb.
Numbering the people
Arrangements for sanctuary
service
Rebellions
Feb.
17 Numbers 18-36
Levitical charge
Balak and Balsam
Numbering the people
Wilderness journeys
Feb. 24 Deuteronomy
March 2 Joshua
March 9 Judges
March 16 Ruth
March 23 I Samuel 1-15
Samuel and Saul
March 3o I Samuel 16-31
Saul and David
April 6 2 Samuel
April 13 r Kings 1-16
Solomon
Division of the kingdom
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Elijah and Elisha and the kings
reigning during their ministries
April 27 2 Kings 14-25
Captivity of Israel and Judah
4 1 Chronicles 1-21
May
Genealogies
David's reign
x x x Chronicles 22 to 2 Chronicles 9
May
David's preparations for building
and the administration of the
temple
Reign of Solomon
18 2 Chronicles 10-36
May
Kings of Judah and Israel
Captivity
May 25 Ezra and Nehemiah
June 1 Esther
June 8 Job
June x5 Psalms 1-38
June 22 Psalms 39-75
June 29 Psalms 76-106
6 Psalms 107-15o
July
July x3 Proverbs
July 20 Ecclesiastes
July 27 Song of Solomon
Aug. 3 Isaiah x-35
Warnings to Judah and other
nations
Aug. to Isaiah 36-66
Four chapters of history (Hezekiah)
Prophecies of deliverance and
salvation
Aug. 17 Jeremiah 1-36
Prophecies before the fall of
Jerusalem
Aug. 24 Jeremiah 37-52
History of siege of Jerusalem
Prophecies after the fall
Prophecies concerning other nations
Historical appendix
Aug. 31 Lamentations
Sept. 7 Ezekiel 1-24
Prophecies of the approaching
doom of Jerusalem
Sept. 14 Ezekiel 25-48
Prophecies concerning foreign nations
Israel's future restoration
Sept. 21 Daniel
Sept. 28 Hosea, Joel, Amos
Warnings to Israel, Judah, and
other nations
Last days
Oct. 5 Obadiah, Jonah, Micah, Nahum,
Habakkuk,. Zephaniah
Prophecies against Judah, Israel,
Nineveh, Edom, etc.
12 Haggai, Zechariah, Malachi
Oct.
Prophets of the restoration period
Oct. 19 Matthew
Oct. 26 Mark
Nov. 2 Luke
Nov. 9 John
Nov. x6 Acts
Nov. 23 Romans
Nov. 3o 1 Corinthians and 2 Corinthians
Dec. 7 Galatians, Ephesians, Philippians,
Colossians, x Thessalonians, 2 Thessalonians
Dec.
14
Timothy, 2 Timothy, Titus, Philemon, Hebrews
Dec.
21 James, I Peter, z Peter, x John,
2 John, 3 John, Jude
Dec. 28 Revelation
April
20
On the China Front
(Continued from page 6)
ing the knife. He says he is going to
kill her and then go over and make those
foreigners pay with their lives for what
they have done to make him lose face
before the whole town."
We did not spend a very restful night,
and were happy when the morning
dawned bright and clear. All seemed
quiet in the house across the way as
we made ready to start on our homeward journey. The evangelist reported:
"After raving most of the night and
threatening to kill his wife and the missionaries, the man became completely
worn out with his efforts, and toward
morning he finally subsided. His wife
has been released, and though she is
terribly bruised where he has beaten and
choked her, she believes that her husband
will not harm her any more. Her faith
is strong in the Lord, and she praises
Him for deliverance."
DECEMBER 26, 1939
Before leaving the chapel we knelt to
thank a kind, watchful Father, who had
answered our prayers and had controlled
the evil spirit which had taken possession
of this man. We went from that place
realizing the utter helplessness of man
when evil spirits rage. Glad indeed were
we to be able to call upon Him who
has conquered the prince of darkness.
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Mbst of the miners who were on strike
that night in 1884 have passed away, but
the results of their rash deed linger on.
Millions of dollars are gone, and the
earth still smolders in sunken sulphurous
depressions.
If only they had acted sensibly and
logically. If only they had taken time
to "look before they leaped," how much
in dollars and time and work might have
been saved. Rash acts are always expensive in one way or another. Stop and
think before you act. It will pay you in
the end.
Faith Rewarded
(Continued from page 1o)
workers. Their greatest desire is that
their children, early dedicated to God,
shall find a place in His work and prove
a blessing to all whose lives touch theirs.
This story is true, I know, for my
father has told me this incident of his
early experience in the colporteur work.
And it has often encouraged me to trust
God even when the way seemed hedged
about with difficulties.
Sabbath Schaal
SENIOR
I—The Origin of the Home and
Its Corruption
(January 6)
MEMORY VERSE : Genesis 2 :8, 18.
LESSON HELP : "Patriarchs and
Pro-
phets," PP. 49-51.
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1. How did the first home begin? Gen.
1:26, 27.
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His affections were pure; his appetites and
passions were under the control of reason.
He was holy and happy in bearing the image of God, and in perfect obedience to
His will."—"Patriarchs and Prophets,"
P. 45.
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2. What did God tell the man and woman
to do? Verse 28.
3. In making a home, what besides man
was needed? Gen. 2:18-20.
NOTE.-"Af ter the creation of Adam,
every living creature was brought before
him to receive its name; he saw that to
each had been given a companion, but
among them 'there was not found a help
meet for him.' Among all the creatures
that God had made on the earth, there was
not one equal to man. And 'God said, It
is not good that man should be alone ; I
will make him a help meet for him.' Man
was not made to dwell in solitude; he was
to be a social being. Without companionship, the beautiful scenes and delightful
employments of Eden would have failed
to yield perfect happiness. Even communion with angels could not have satisfied his desire for sympathy and companionship. There was none of the same nature
to love, and to be loved."-Id., p. 46.
4. How was Eve created? Verses 21, 22.
5. Describe the home of our first parents.
Verses 8-10.
NOTE.-"Everything that God had made
was the perfection of beauty, and nothing
seemed wanting that could contribute to
the happiness of the holy pair; yet the
Creator gave them still another token of
His love, by preparing a garden especially
for their home. In this garden were trees
of every variety, many of them laden with
fragrant and delicious fruit. There were
lovely vines, growing upright, yet presenting a most graceful appearance, with their
branches drooping under their load of
tempting fruit, of the richest and most
varied hues."-Id., pp. 4 6, 47.
6. What was the work of Adam and Eve?
Verse 15.
NOTE.-"It was the work of Adam and
Eve to train the branches of the vine to
form bowers, thus making for themselves
a dwelling from living trees covered with
foliage and fruit. There were fragrant
flowers of every hue in rich profusion.
In the midst of the garden stood the tree
of life, surpassing in glory all other trees.
Its fruit appeared like apples of gold and
silver, and had the power to perpetuate
life."-Id, P. 47.
7. How did sin affect Adam's love for Eve?
Gen. 3:12.
NOTE.-"Adam could neither deny nor
excuse his sin; but instead of manifesting
penitence, he endeavored to cast the blame
upon his wife, and thus upon God Himself."-Id., P. 57.
8. Because of sin, what changed relationship
existed between Eve and her husband?
Verse 16.
NOTE.-In the creation, God had made
Eve "the equal of Adam. Had they remained obedient to God-in harmony with
His great law of love-they would ever
have been in harmony with each other;
but sin had brought discord, and now their
union could be maintained and harmony
preserved only by submission on the part
of the one or the other."-Id., p. 58.
9. What other sin in the family brought
great sorrow? Gen. 4:8.
JUNIOR
I-The Parents of John the Baptist
(January 6)
LESSON SCRIPTURE : Luke I :5-23, 57-80.
MEMORY VERSE: "Thou shalt go before
the face of the Lord to prepare His ways."
Luke I :76.
STUDY HELP : "The Desire of Ages," pp.
97-102.
PLACES : The "hill country" of Judea ; the
temple in Jerusalem.
PERSONS : Herod the Great, king of Judea ; Zacharias, a priest, and Elisabeth, his
wife, of the family of Aaron; the angel
Gabriel.
Setting of the Lesson
Four hundred years passed between the
close of Old Testament history as recorded
in the Bible and the events of the New
Testament. Ezra and Nehemiah had rebuilt Jerusalem and the temple, and restored the temple service. Synagogues as
places of worship were built in towns and
villages, although sacrifices were offered
only in the temple at Jerusalem.
About 161 B.C. the Jews formed political
connections with the Romans, and this
resulted some years later in the complete
loss of civil liberty, Judea finally becoming
a Roman province.
All through these years the Jews remembered the promise that God would
send His Son as their Messiah. But they
overlooked the prophecies of His first coming and the work He would do, and read
of His second coming in power and glory
to redeem His people. They were expecting a king and ruler who would make of
them a mighty nation again. Very few
of the Jews understood that any special
heart preparation was needed to receive the
Messiah for whom they were looking.
QUESTIONS
1. Who was king of Judea at the time of
this lesson? Who were Zacharias and Elisabeth? What is said of them? Of what blessing were they deprived? Luke 1:5-7.
2. Why did Zacharias go to Jerusalem?
While he was burning incense on the altar
in the holy place, how did the people join
in the service? Verses 8-10.
NOTE.-"Zacharias dwelt in 'the hill
country of Judea,' but he had gone up
to Jerusalem to minister for one week in
the temple, a service required twice a year
from the priests of each course."-"The
Desire of Ages," p. 97.
3. What experience did Zacharias have
while he was performing the priest's office?
How was he affected by this? Verses 11, 12.
NOTE.-"An angel of the Lord was
'standing on the right side of the altar.'
The position of the angel was an indication of favor, but Zacharias took no note
of this. For many years he had prayed for
the coming of the Redeemer; now Heaven
had sent its messenger to announce that
these prayers were about to be answered ;
but the mercy of God seemed too great
for him to credit. He was filled with fear
and self-condemnation."-Id., pp. 97, 98.
4. How did the angel quiet the fears of the
10. How was God's plan for a garden home
changed by Cain? Verse 17.
priest? For what had Zacharias been praying? What would the birth of this son bring
to the father and to many? Verses 13, 14.
11. By whom was polygamy first practiced?
Verse 19.
NOTE.-"Five hundred years before, Gabriel had made known to Daniel the prophetic period which was to extend to the
coming of Christ. The knowledge that the
end of this period was near, had moved
Zacharias to pray for the Messiah's advent.
Now the very messenger through whom
the prophecy was given, had come to announce its fulfillment."-Id., p. 98.
NOTE.-Polygamy was first practiced by
Lamech. Later, in the days of Abraham,
"polygamy had become so widespread that
it had ceased to be regarded as a sin, but it
was no less a violation of the law of God,
and was fatal to the sacredness and peace
of the family relation."-Id., P. 145.
12. How was the purity of the home finally
broken down? What did God see concerning
the wickedness of man? Gen. 6:1-5.
NOTE.-"The children of Seth, attracted
by the beauty of the daughters of Cain's
descendants, displeased the Lord by intermarrying with them. . . . Mingling with
the depraved, they became like them in
spirit and in deeds; the restrictions of the
seventh commandment were disregarded,
'and they took them wives of all which
they chose.' "-Id. p. 8r.
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5. What did the angel say of the character
of the promised son? With what was he to
be filled? What would he do? In whose
spirit was he to go forth? Verses 15-17.
6. When Zacharias doubted the angel's
word, what did the angel say of himself?
What experience would be a sign to Zacharias that the angel spoke the truth? Verses
18-20.
NOTE.-"The words of the angel, 'I am
Gabriel, that stand in the presence of God,'
show that he holds a position of high honor
in the heavenly courts. When he came
with a message to Daniel, he said, 'There
is none that holdeth with me in these
things, but Michael [Christ] your prince.'
Of Gabriel the Saviour speaks, in the
Revelation, saying that 'He sent and signified it by His angel unto His servant
John.' And to John the angel declared,
'I am a fellow servant with thee, and with
thy brethren the prophets.' Wonderful
thought-that the angel who stands next
in honor to the Son of God, is the one
chosen to open the purposes of God to
sinful men."-Id., pp. 98, 99.
7. What caused the people to wonder?
How was the experience of Zacharias made
known to them? At the end of his week of
priestly service, where did Zacharias go?
Verses 21-23.
NOTE.-"It was the duty of the priest in
this service to pray for the pardon of
public and national sins, and for the coming of the Messiah ; but when Zacharias
attempted to do this, he could not utter a
word. Coming forth to bless the people,
'he beckoned unto them, and remained
speechless.' They had waited long, and
had begun to fear, lest he' had been cut
down by the judgment of God. But as he
came forth from the holy place, his face
was shining with the glory of God, 'and
they perceived that he had seen a vision
in the temple.' "-Id., p. 99.
8. Who rejoiced with Elisabeth when her
son was born? What name did these friends
suggest for him? Verses 57-59.
9. What did the mother say concerning the
name? What objection did the relatives
make? How did the father make known the
name of his son? What was Zacharias immediately able to do? Verses 60-64.
10. What effect did these strange things
have upon the people? Where were they
told? What did people say of the child John?
Verses 65, 66.
11. What other great blessing came to
Zacharias? What did he prophesy concerning the work of his son? Verses 67, 76.
12. What is said of the early life of John?
Verse 80.
NOTE.-"In the natural order of things,
the son of Zacharias would have been educated for the priesthood. But the training
of the rabbinical schools would have unfitted him for his work. God did not send
him to the teachers of theology to learn
how to interpret the Scriptures. He called
him to the desert, that he might learn of
nature, and nature's God.
"It was a lonely region where he found
his home, in the midst of barren hills, wild
ravines, and rocky caves. But it was his
choice to forgo the enjoyments and luxuries of life for the stern discipline of the
wilderness. Here his surroundings were
favorable to habits of simplicity and selfdenial. Uninterrupted by the clamor of
the world, he could here study the lessons
of nature, of revelation, and of Providence.
The words of the angel to Zacharias had
been often repeated to John by his Godfearing parents. From childhood his mission had been kept before him, and he had
accepted the holy trust. To him the solitude of the desert was a welcome escape
from society in which suspicion, unbelief,
and impurity had become well-nigh allpervading. He distrusted his own power
to withstand temptation, and shrank from
constant contact with sin, lest he should
lose the sense of its exceeding sinfulness."
-Id., pp. rol, soz.
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10. THE
P. "HILL CITY" was started in an attempt
to halt crime among the youth of Pittsburgh's Negro district, but it has turned
out to be a real piece of democratic selfgovernment with government of, by, and
for the youngsters who live there. Already more than 2,000 Negroes and a
few white Children have enrolled as citizens of this model community which
metes out justice and decides upon its
own penalties for delinquency. Hill City
has a mayor, judges, legislative officers,
and department heads, just as any regular city has. It was founded through the
efforts of Howard McKinney, a Negro
detective on the Pittsburgh police force.
It was from his own childhood in the
Hill's district slums that he got the idea
of an organization to lead these underprivileged children into good American
citizenship.
O' RIGID rules regulating the flights of
foreign aircraft over the Panama Canal
Zone have been issued by the United
States State Department. Permission
must be secured through diplomatic
channels for such flights, and planes
granted this permission must notify the
governor of the canal, prior to their departure from the last landing point, of
their probable arrival time. All planes
must approach the Zone by commercial
airplane routes, and will be met by military escort. No arms and ammunition
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foreign planes. All cameras aboard will
be sealed before taking off from the last
point of landing. On departure the
plane, or planes, will receive another escort of United States aircraft. No more
than twelve planes will be permitted to
fly over the Zone at one time.
0. THE depositing of the Magna Charta
by the British government in the Library
of Congress, brings together for the first
time the three outstanding documents in
American history—the originals of the
Declaration of Independence and the
Constitution of the United States, and
the best of the four original copies of
the Magna Charta, the first document
of democracy and the foundation of all
our liberties. It is an ancient Bill of
Rights which is as much the heritage of
the United States as of Great Britain.
It was an American poet who wrote,
"We, too, are heirs of Runnymede."
Four original manuscripts of the Magna
Charta are now on exhibit—one in the
Salisbury Cathedral, two in the British
Museum which could not be taken out
without an act of Parliament, and the
plainest copy, the one from the Lincoln
Cathedral, which was brought to the
United States in a special bulletproof
case. It has been exhibited in the Hall of
Democracy in the British Pavilion in the
World's Fair in New York, and was
deposited by the British ambassador in
the Library of Congress for "safekeeping and display" when the fair closed.
These originals are a series of copies to
which the great seal of King John was
affixed and which were distributed
throughout the United Kingdom "to be
preserved in important strongholds and
among the archives of the chapters of
cathedral churches." The one on exhibit
in the Library of Congress has been in
the Lincoln Cathedral since 1215 until it
was brought to the United States in 1939.
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0° AUSTRALIA recently built a monument
as a memorial to a moth. Years ago a
certain type of cactus was imported into
the country and was raised in homes
much the same as we see flowers grown
in porch or window boxes. It was also
used for a border around yards, and soon
it spread to such an extent that it was no
longer a welcome guest. Acre after acre
of land commonly used in grazing and
farming was captured by this invading
plant pest. Nothing seemed able to stop
its growth until scientists offered to lend
a hand and started the battle with a moth
brought in from South America. Could
a tiny moth ever reconquer fifty million
acres of land? Impossible as it seems,
that is just what is happening. While
the battle is not nearly over, between ten
and fifteen million acres have been restored to the people, and in profound
gratitude they have erected a monument
to the moth which is delivering them.
P. THE U.S.S. "Hartford," flagship of
Admiral David G. Farragut in the Civil
War, was recently brought from Charleston, South Carolina, to Washington,
D.C., where it is expected to become the
nucleus for a maritime museum for the
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10' THE United States Treasury reports
that the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and
the San Francisco, California, mints
turned out $1,972,820 worth of coins in
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0° DANIEL WEBSTER had a remarkable
memory. When he was eight years old
he read the Constitution of the United
States once, and he remembered it almost word for word the rest of his life.
O. THE Bureau of the Census in Washington, D.C., is bustling with preparations for the taking of the decennial census of the United States of America in
1940, the sixteenth since the inauguration
of such efforts in 1790.
0° THE world's first autogiro mail service
got under way recently on the six-mile
run between Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
and Camden, New Jersey. The flying
time each way is six minutes, compared
with forty minutes by truck.
II° THE Danes have such a reputation for
honesty that they can even charge their
streetcar fares. Thousands of slips are
issued annually for unpaid rides. Passengers who forget their money merely
inform the conductor, and without further ado he issues them slips. The following day the person turns in the slip
and the fare to cover it. Streetcar companies have only the most negligible
losses under this system.
0° JUSTICE PIERCE BUTLER, a member of
the United States Supreme Court for
almost seventeen years, died recently in
Washington, D.C., after a long illness.
His passing opens the way for President
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Court nomination. With this realized,
President Roosevelt will have named
the majority of the nine men on the
Supreme Court bench. William Howard
Taft, who later became Chief Justice, was
the last President to appoint a majority
of the Court. He named six justices.
P. THE world's largest church structure,
St. Peter's at Rome, required 120 years
to build. Michelangelo, the famous artist, devoted seventeen years to the project and lived to see the work carried as
far as the dome, a wooden model of
which he made in 1558. He died before
the structure was capped with its now
famous rounded shell of stone. Architecture, the finest of the fine arts, has
always stimulated the imagination; so it
is not surprising that model makers have
aspired to build cathedrals. One of the
most interesting has been planned and
built by Ch.irles Henninger of Woodbury
Heights, New Jersey. The structural
materials used in this unique piece of
work, which weighs only about seventyfive pounds, are approximately 100,000
beads of various sizes and colors, 500
razor blades, 36 glass vials, 24 pieces of
tile, and 70 tubes of cement which holds
together and supports the entire structure. Inside this cathedral are a pulpit
which holds a miniature Bible, a minister, pews, and a small congregation. At
the rear is a tiny radio speaker in the
form of a miniature pipe organ from
which one may hear services. In one of
the towers is installed a bell. In the
ceiling are eight small lamps which,
when illuminated, shine through the colored beads. Because each bead is put on
separately in accordance with a particular design, the building of the model has
taken seven and one-half years.