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NSTRUCT OR
Camel Caravans Carrying Merchandise From China's Outlying Regions to Peking
EWING GALLOWAY. N. Y.
Charles T. Studd, iqpoitie
BOUT sixty years ago an elderly man was making his
way toward the Kingstown
harbor, near Dublin. He was a man
much interested in all sports, but especially in horse racing; and he had just
come from the famous Irish Derby.
He wished to return to his home in
England by the cross-channel route,
but, to his annoyance, found that the
boat had just left. There was no
alternative, therefore, but to remain
overnight in Dublin. Having time
upon his hands, he sauntered about
the streets till at last he arrived at
a theater. On a large board in front
of the building he saw the words :
"D. L. MOODY AND IRA D.
SANKEY."
Thinking that the names represented a vaudeville company, and that
there he might find amusement for an
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hour or so, he went in. To his astonishment, he found the stage occupied
by a large number of women and
men, and at the time of his entry a
man with a wonderful voice was singing a solo. He had never heard the
song before, and was much impressed
by it. The words moved him greatly.
"There were ninety and nine that safely
lay
In the shelter of the fold,
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off from the gates of gold."
He inquired in whispers of a man
sitting beside him who the singer was,
and learned that he was Mr. Sankey,
and that the man who was about to
speak was Mr. Moody, the famous
ily
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evangeligt. As he was not intereelPd
in religious things, the
were
not familiar to him, alt
ecalled several not very comp
Preferences to some evangelists jus
recently arrived from America, and
thought that these must be the men.
He listened to the evangelist, and
surely he had never heard anyone
speak so impressively. He did not
leave Dublin by the next boat, as he
had intended, but, stayed on diy after
day, so interested was he in the meetings. And when, one evening, the
invitation was given to all who dev
•
sired to accept Christ, to come forward, he responded. That service
was a very memorable one for him,
for he found Christ as a personal
Saviour.
The mission in Dublin came to an
end, and Moody and (Turn to page 3)
FEBRUARY 11, 1941
C:17 LET'S TALK IT OVER
small world was a glare of
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ice when we greeted the dawn
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of yesterday. The tap-tap-tapping of
falling sleet on the window pane made
dismal music. Trees, shrubs, grass,
fences, roofs, sidewalks, streets—
everything out of doors, in fact—was
coated with a thick, slick glaze. Walking even part way to work turned out
to be a complicated and precarious
experience.
How carefully we took each step !
"Like walking on egg shells," gasped
a surprised pedestrian as he slid to a
sudden stop, and anchored himself to
a convenient telephone pole until he
could collect his balance and his wits.
"Almost went into the ditch twice,"
observed the considerate taxi driver
who came to our rescue when overcrowded buses just didn't stop for
more passengers. "You got to look
sharp and drive careful if you aim to
stay right side up in this weather."
As hours passed, the forecaster's
prophecy of "warmer" came true ;
sleet melted to rain, which seemed to
have washed the ice away entirely
before today's dawn lit the sullen sky.
Automobiles whizzed along at their
usual rate of speed ; people walked
confidently upright with assured tread.
It wouldn't be hard to cover the block
to the bus stop this morning.
Almost eight o'clock ! How fast the
minutes fly between getting-up-time
and going-to-work-time ! I mustn't
be late. Out of the front door I hurried, across the porch and—then—
suddenly I found myself sitting just
below the bottom step ! I looked back
—up ! What a little spot of ice, and
practically the only one in sight!
Six inches to the right or left would
have been safe enough, but I had to
step right there—and slip !
But so it happens that today I've
been thinking more or less about
"slips." And the pattern they trace
awn our lives, as we go our varied,
birgy ways.
at
4 when we think of sin,
our minds turn to such things,
• as theft, burglary, murder, arson, or
the more conspicuous social crimes
that make men and women outcasts
from society. Would we be guilty of
any of these? Never! Perish the
thought ! But when it comes to some
of the things we allow ourselves to
say am* to do, we are not so ready
to classify them as "sin." We are
charitable with ourselves and call our
• b wn shortcomings "slips," perhaps, or
"weaknesses," or "inherited tendencies," and excuse them as of small
moment.
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In the eyes of God, however, sin is
sin, whether it be a little "white lie,"
or unworthy thoughts, or a really
vicious act. And we would do well
to be on guard lest we slip on some of
these unsuspected icy places along
life's highroad.
When Henry M. Stanley was making his heroic search for David Livingstone, he faced many dangers and
hardships; he had expected that, and
was prepared to encounter ferocious
wild beasts, poisonous reptiles and insects, and miscellaneous trouble of all
sorts. But when he had his party well
started on the difficult journey, he
met a danger that was a complete
surprise.
The Wambutti dwarfs were both
interesting and amusing to the white
men. In spite of their small size, their
faces appeared old and mature, but
especially intriguing were the small
bows and arrows they carried, which
were for all the world like playthings
for children. But Stanley soon discovered that these little people threatened the very existence of his expedition. They had a way of slipping
silently through the dense forests and
appearing at the most unexpected moments in the most unexpected places.
And always their presence spelled
danger.
For the tip of each small arrow carried a drop of deadly poison, and if
that point pierced the skin of either
man or beast an agonizing death came
speedily. They also dug ditches along
the line of the expedition's march,
and covered them so cleverly with a
thin layer of earth and branches that
they were not easily seen, and the men
fell into them as they stepped on the
fragile camouflage. They even stuck
sharp little sticks into the ground to
trip the marching men. The point of
each one of these had been dipped in
the deadly poison, and usually a stumble meant trouble, and sometimes
death.
Later Stanley learned that the poison these dwarfs used was made from
honey. They had found a way to turn
one of nature's sweetest products into
a deadly poison. Strange, isn't it !
And still—
The greatest dangers we as Christians face are not those that are generally regarded as "vicious sins." Our
danger lies in what people like to regard as the "honey-dipped sins," the
apparently little things which seem so
harmless, but which spell trouble and
ruin and death in the end. For an
ever "so small" sin will become a
serious moral malady that will sap
life of its vitality and stamina, if it
is not eradicated.
UT does God really take account
of all our little slips? Just the
little things we do, or think, or say
that might be questionable according
to the rules for perfect living?
Remember the experience of that
grand old prophet, statesman, soldier,
lawgiver, and preacher of righteousness—Moses? It is a colorful film of
the long ago, and yet it is strictly up
to date. Its lesson is for you and for
me, right now, today !
Let us review it ever so briefly. He
was born a slave, adopted into the
royal house of Egypt and reared in
luxury as heir presumptive to Pharaoh's throne; a fugitive from justice,
herding sheep in the high tablelands
of Midian for forty years while God
prepared him for a special work;
called to that service as he stood by
the burning bush at the foot of Mt.
Horeb ; before Pharaoh, demanding
that the monarch release the slaves
who were strangers in a strange land;
calling down the plagues at God's
command ; leading Israel out of bondage ; the miraculous crossing of the
Red Sea ; Egypt's mighty army defeated at his command of God's
power ; at Sinai, where he met God
in the mount; struggling with murmuring, complaint, criticism, open rebellion, idolatry on the part of the
people for whom he was giving his
very life; and then after all this, and
when even God'?; patience with Israel would have failed but for his
pleading, the smitten rock—the one
little sin—which shut him out of the
Promised Land.
Wouldn't it seem that if ever a man
had just provocation for wrath. Moses
had? And he didn't do anything very
bad surely ! Just struck the rock instead of speaking to it, as God had
commanded him. And called the children of Israel rebels, which they
surely were !
But by His punishment of Moses
God gave indisputable proof to people of every age and every clime that
He is no respecter of persons, and
that He will surely punish the transgressor of the least as well as the
greatest of His commands.
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the "little foxes" that
BEWARE
spoil our lives if we allow them
entrance; beware the "slips" that
don't seem of much consequence, but
will surely bring disaster soon or
late.
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Sankey went on to London, where
another mission had been organized.
Mr. Vincent, the recent convert, made
his way to his English home, and
to his friends, one of whom was Edward Studd. Mr. Studd was a
wealthy man who had made a large
fortune in India, and then retired to
England, where he was living a life
of sport and pleasure on his beautiful
estate. In company with his three
sons, he often followed the hounds
after the fox, the four of them clad
in the scarlet coats and black velvet
caps of the huntsman.
Being passionately fond of horses,
he was an enthusiastic racer, and his
entries took part in many of the
famous English races. It was a
proud day for him when his horse
Salamandar won the Grand National.
But what gave the most pleasure to
his three sons was the beautiful
cricket ground on the estate, on which
matches were played all through the
cricket season. Under such surroundings of wealth, culture, and sport, the
three Studd boys grew up, spending
their vacations in sport, and taking
their studies in the• famous Eton
school.
One day, while Mr. Studd was reading his morning paper, he saw a very
unusual news item. It was about a
series of religious meetings being
conducted by a man named Moody,
assisted by another man called Sankey. The names were not unfamiliar
to' him, for he had read recently of
the strange conduct of these two men.
It was commonly said that they had
come to England from America to
make money by the sale of organs
and hymnbooks. "Anyhow, I am going to hear them, for they must be
amusing," he said to himself.
Other thoughts were soon in his
mind, however, for he had recently
purchased a new horse and was entering it in the races. He had such confidence in the horse that he fully believed that it would reach the winning
post first. When he met his friend
Mr. Vincent, soon afterward, he was
full of enthusiasm.
"Vincent, how much are you going
to put on my horse ?" he asked. "If
you are wise, you will put all you
have."
"I am not going to put anything
on him," replied Vincent. "I have something better to do
with my money.
"What is the matter with you? You
must be a perfect
fool," exclaimed the
astonished Stud d.
"But even though you
are a fool, come home
with me. All my people are away; we
shall dine together
alone. And after
dinner you may de-
cide where we shall spend the evening."
When dinner was finished, the question was asked : "Now where shall
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we go?"
"Let us go to Drury Lane Theater,"
suggested Vincent, without any hesitation.
"Why, that is the place where that
man Moody is preaching ! But this is
not Sunday night. No, let's go somewhere else," objected Mudd.
"You said that I should name the
place where we would go ; you cannot go back on your word now," replied Mr. Vincent.
So off they went.
Arriving at the theater, they found
the place to be full, and were told that
there were no seats available. Mr.
Vincent knew that if he did not get
his friend into that meeting, he would
never get him there again. So he sent
in a note to the steward in charge,
saying that he had a wealthy friend
with him for whom he wanted a seat,
and signed his name. The signature
was recognized, and seats were made
available right in front of the speaker.
That meeting changed the whole
course of the life of Mr. Studd, for
he surrendered himself to Christ and
became a sincere Christian.
Then, of course, came the question
of what was to be done with the race
horses. When he mentioned the matter to the evangelist, Mr. Moody said,
"Racing means betting, and betting
means gambling. And I do not see
how a gambler can be a Christian."
So the horses were all sold, with the
exception of three. These he presented to his three sons for hunting.
For his own part, he started out
with a new interest in life, that of
winning souls. He fitted up a large
hall in his mansion for religious services, and invited well-known speakers
down from London to conduct evangelistic meetings.
The change in Mr. Studd was so
marked that his old friends were not
able to understand him. One of them
ventured one day to approach the butler. "Has your master become religious ?" he asked. "Well, sir," replied the butler, "I do not know about
that; but all I can say is, that although
there's the same skin, there's a different man inside it." Mr. Studd did
not live long to enjoy the new experi-
ence that had come to him, but the
remaining two years of his life were
spent in faithful efforts to bring others to the One to whom he had given
his heart.
The three boys came home from
Eton for the vacation and found a
greater change in their home than
they had anticipated. They were already developing into famous cricketers, and were all of them in the school
cricket XI. It was the first time in.
history that three brothers had been
known to occupy so great an honor
together. But now, instead of cricket
and horse racing and dancing, the
only thing their father was interested
in was evangelistic meetings. And
when the preachers came, they were
expected to attend the services. It was
really too much, .they felt.
It so happened that on one occasion
a preacher came along to whom they
took a dislike. They had nothing
against him, really, but he did not
seem at all interested in sport, and
they thought him "soft." Determined
to have a joke at his expense, they
invited him to go riding with them,
and gave him the most spirited horse
they had. The poor man had not been
used to riding, and therefore had
rather a bad time of it. But he stuck
to his seat and showed such pluck that
the boys could not help admiring him.
The preacher got even with them,
however, for before the day was
ended he got hold of one of the boys,
Charley it was, and dealt with him so
faithfully that he surrendered himself to Christ. But there was a surprising sequel to this experience.
Without saying anything to anybody
of his surrender, Charles returned to
Eton with his two brothers. Soon
after his arrival he wrote to his father
telling him the good news. A few
days afterward, letters to the three
boys from their father revealed the
fact' that they had all given themselves to Christ on the same day, each
one unknown to his brothers.
The years passed by, and in course
of time the three brothers entered
Cambridge University together. They
were still keen sportsmen, and Charles
had the honor of being chosen as captain of his college XI. The name of
Charles Studd became famous in
cricket circles all over the world.
Punch, the well-known English humorous magazine, referred to the three
Studd brothers as the
"Set of Studds."
It was at this time
that one of the brothers was taken ill and
was believed to be
dying. As Charles
watched at his bed( Turn to page 12)
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By FLORENCE E. FOSTER
colors of life allure us, and, like
children, we put
them on the canvas of our experience, only to find,
when it is t o o
late, that the pict u r e is anything
but a beautiful
one. At the time
we did not stop to
consider how the
finished product
would appear, or
Friend, What Kind of Pictures Are You Painting
how it would look
Day by Day?
in years to come.
Still the fact reID you ever visit an art gal- mains that we have unpleasant piclery, and, as you gazed in tures in our mind's gallery. What
wonder and admiration at the can we do about it? Must we see
pictures of the masters, wish that you them all the rest of our lives? Here
could take a brush and a few colors is a bit of helpful advice:
and make a picture that would be a
"It is not wise to gather together
satisfaction to yourself and a delight all the unpleasant recollections of a
to others?
past life,—its iniquities and disapYou may do that very thing. In pointments,—to talk over them and
fact, you are making pictures every mourn over them until we are overday. What do I mean? Look for a whelmed with discouragement. A
moment at the array of memories that discouraged soul is filled with darkhang on the walls of your mind. • We ness, shutting out the light of God
all have them.
from his own soul, and casting a
As you cast a glan,ce back through shadow upon the pathway of others.
the years, what a variety of things
"Thank God for the bright pictures
you see—pictures of things that once which He has presented to us. Let
were a real part of your life. There us group together the blessed assuris one which is outstanding, and you ances of His love, that we may look
say, "I shall never forget that experi- upon them continually. The Son of
ence as long as I live." Some are God leaving His Father's throne,
beautiful and worth while and are a clothing His divinity with humanity,
continual pleasure and an inspiration that He might rescue man from the
to better work. Some are not so power of Satan ; His triumphs in our
pleasant to behold, and you wish that behalf, opening heaven to men, reyou had not made them. But, alas ! vealing to human vision the presence
there they are !
chamber where the Deity unveils His
Did you ever see an artist daub the glory; the fallen race uplifted from
paint on canvas because certain colors the pit of ruin into which sin had
appealed to him? "No," you say; plunged it, and brought again into
"that would be child's play." Very connection with the infinite God, and
true. An artist thinks of the finished having endured the divine test
product, of the effect of each color through faith in our Redeemer,
on the others and on the completed clothed in the righteousness of Christ,
picture. He has a plan, a pattern, and exalted to His throne,—these are
that he must follow; otherwise his the pictures which God would have
picture will be an eyesore instead of
us contemplate."
a pleasure.
These pictures are models. The
We artists of life would do well more we think upon them, the more
to follow this example. How many clearly will they be impressed upon
times something attracts us, the bright our minds, and the more easily can
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we reproduce them in our lives.
Let us take as an example the life
of Paul. He always carried with him
the memory of the part he acted in
Stephen's death and in other persecutions. He seems to have looked on
these unpleasant pictures only when
he felt that they would help him to
sense his weakness, and to trust more
fully in his Redeemer. "This one
thing I do," he says, "forgetting those
things which are behind, and reaching
forth unto those things that are before, I press toward the mark for the
prize of the high calling of God in
Christ Jesus."
Here are some of the things he
suggests to us as being worth looking
at : "Finally, brethren, whatsoever
things are true, whatsoever things are
honest, whatsoever things are just,
whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever
things are of good report; if there be
any virtue, and if there be any praise,
think on these things."
The pictures that we have lived,
those that we have painted into our
lives, are always the most real to us.
And for that reason "it is for our own
benefit to keep every gift of God
fresh in our memory. Thus faith is
strengthened to claim and to receive
more and more. There is greater
encouragement for us in the least
blessing we ourselves receive from
God than in all the accounts we can
read of the faith and experience of
others." "That which will be most
effectual is the testimony of our own
experience."
`A picture to hang on the walls of
an art gallery is not made with one
single stroke of the brush, and neither
are the pictures we are painting day
by day. Each thought and act is a
stroke ; even what we see and hear
and think enters into the making of
the picture. It is therefore important that we do our best to "see no
evil, hear no evil, speak no evil."
"What about the paint we are going
to use ?" I hear you ask. Perhaps we
can compare it to the Christian graces.
when the sunshine of God's love
silines into the prism of the surrendered heart, we see wonderful colors
of "love, joy, peace, long-suffering,
gentleness, good- (Turn to page 13)
THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR
RANDMOTHER BLUM sat
rocking gently to and fro in
her worn little rocker, by the
window, waiting for the postman.
Every day, after she had washed the
few dishes she and her daughter used
for their breakfast, and had made up
her bed, pulling the white cotton
spread evenly over the blankets and
smoothing it with her knotty, workhardened hands, she would take her
place by the front window to wait
for the postman.
Perhaps there would be a letter
from her oldest daughter, Katie. She
always looked for her beloved WeldPost, too. The letters had to be laid
aside until someone familiar with
English could read them to her, but
the Weld-Post was printed in German, and grandma read every word
carefully, as if missing one single idea
were a crime.
Today she rocked a bit more nervously as she waited for the mail.
Katie had not been well. Would she
hear from her today?
Nine-fifteen. The postman, prompt
as the sunrise, stepped up on the
porch, nodded a greeting to grandma,
and dropped a single postcard into the
box. Grandma hurried out to get it.
Yes, that round, even writing was
Katie's. Oh, if she could only read
it ! Hannah would not be back from
town until noon. That was much too
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The Prayer Quilt
Ay Veleta -andetion
long to wait. Fingering the card
nervously, she decided to take it to
Mrs. Fisher, who lived next door.
She would read it to her. Grandma
threw a gray-wool shawl over her
shoulders and hurried across to the
next house.
"I have a card here from my Katie.
Will you read it to me?" she asked
the kind-faced woman who answered
her knock.
"Come in, neighbor. I'll be glad
to do that."
Grandma was too excited to sit
down ; so she stood by the door as
her neighbor read:
"Dear mother,
"We went to see the doctor yesterday, and he says that he must operate at once in an attempt to save my
life. Pray for me. I cannot bear
the thought of leaving my four precious children. I am going to the
hospital Tuesday. Only God can
save me."
"Your Katie"
Tears were in grandma's eyes as
she choked out a hasty "Thank you"
and turned to her own little home.
Katie was going to the hospital.
Tuesday was today. There were four
children in a farmhouse far away:
Dear God, save that mother !
God had never failed her before.
She was confident that He would not
fail her now. She fell on her knees
beside her little rocker and prayed as
only a God-fearing mother can pray.
"Father, if it be Thy will, spare my
Katie," was the essence of her petition.
Four children, the oldest thirteen
years old, the baby only six, were
unusally quiet in their comfortable
farm home. Mummy was in the hospital. Daddy had got up early and
driven forty miles to be with mummy
when the doctor operated on her at
eight o'clock. The children were still
asleep when he left, but they remembered how old and tired his face had
looked at the supper table last night.
"Mother's at the hospital," Delmar
informed the two little ones. "Mother
might not get well. The doctor has
to hurt mother with his sharp knife."
Delmar was a big boy—wasn't an
eleven-year-old nearly grown up ?—
but he couldn't keep that lump out of
his throat, even by swallowing hard.
The two little ones began to cry.
They didn't want sweet, kind mummy
to be hurt.
Sister had tears in her eyes, too.
She was the biggest of all, but she
didn't even try to stop crying. She
only said, "Boys, we must pray to
Jesus. He was a doctor when He
was on earth. He can make our
mamma well. But we musn't forget
to say, 'If it be Thy will.' "
Four little prayers went up to the
kind Father who sees all, knows all,
and pities His children.
It was nine-fifteen in the farmhouse.
It was nine-fifteen in the hospital.
White-clad nurses rolled a stretcher
swiftly along the silent halls to
"Death Row." The head nurse shook
her head gravely as she read the report and assigned a "special."
It was only another patient, but the
nurse felt a pull at her heartstrings
as she helped lift the woman onto a
surgical bed. She felt sorry for the
tall man with the sad face who stood
across the bed from her, waiting for
Grandma Folded Her Knotty, WorkHardened Hands in Her Lap and Took
Her Place by the Front Window to Wait
for the Postman
PHOTO BY 5.M.HARLAN
FEBRUARY 11. 1941
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the patient to regain consciousness.
He was the sick one's companion,
the father of the four children in the
farmhouse, and a faithful Christian.
All morning he had prayed silently.
He had prayed that the surgeon's
hand would be guided during the
operation. He prayed now that his
beloved wife would be given strength
to live. He could never give up
praying. His God was a faithful God.
He would hear.
' Grandma rose from her knees.
She thought of her workbox. Her
hands were not used to idleness. She
must be busy now. There was a roll
of woolen scraps in the storeroom.
They would make a warm quilt for
her Katie.
As her scissors snipped the cloth
into pieces of the ,right size, a tune
came to her mind, and she began
singing. To be sure, her voice was
not clear and young, but her heart
was sincere as she sang:
"Gott ist die Liebe,
Lasst mich erlosen;
Gott ist die Liebe,
Er liebt auch mich."
Translated, the song is:
"Our God is love,
And His love will save me;
Our God is love,
And He loves me, too."
And so the prayer quilt was started.
Every patch was a prayer, and every
stitch was faith, binding the prayer
into a perfect and beautiful whole.
Day by day grandma worked on
the heavy woolen pieces, stitching
and praying, sewing and singing, but
always believing that God could save
her Katie.
But what of the patient sufferer
for whom so many prayers were being
offered? Was she a child of God?
Yes. She was too ill even to speak,
but in her heart she held fast to her
faith that the Great Physician could
heal her. Well she knew that she was
battling with that very real demon,
cancer. She felt, too, the very real
need her children had for her. She
loved them, but she thought oftenest
of her first-born, her daughter, who
was just old enough to need a mother's tender love and care to help her
into womanhood. Only she could give
her child that love. "God," she
pleaded, "spare my life."
Upon her, too, rested the responsibility of leading her flock to Jesus
and pointing them to His sacrifice.
She could not leave this burden to her
husband alone. He must win the
bread. She must win her children.
And so she prayed for life—a life of
labor.
•Every day the husband and father
left his children at home with an aunt
and came to the hospital. Every day
he waited for the first signs of returning health as his wife lay between life
and death. When she took her first
food, he rejoiced, and when she actually seemed hungry at the following meal, he thanked his Father
above. From then on, Katie gained
steadily.
When the doctor said she might go,
home "next week," there was rejoicing in the friendly little farmhouse.
Every chair was polished, every
speck of dust was cleaned away.
Loving hands prepared a warm, cozy
bed "for mother."
Grandma, in her little home, sewed
faster. The quilt must be finished.
It was a token, a monument, if you
please, to answered prayer. Soft,
fluffy wool had gone inside to pad it
and make it warmer. Dark flannel
had made the back, and bright yarn
had tufted the 'warm cover.
Finally the last stitch had been
fastened and the thread cut. Lovingly
grandma packed her offering into a
box for Hannah to address and mail.
Grandma wanted the quilt to greet
Katie when she arrived at home.
When the box came to the little
farmhouse, the children and daddy
decided that its contents must be taken
along to the hospital to keep mother
warm on her trip home. And so the
Quilt was tucked into the front seat,
over mother's lap, and not a bit of
cold reached her.
Tender, loving hands helped her
from the car to her (Turn to page 12)
Without a.1ove
for books
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HE story of Benjamin Franklin's life is familiar to
T every schoolboy. At seventeen he was a poor, penniless runaway, walking the streets of Philadelphia.
As Deborah Read smilingly watched her future husband walk by her door, eating a great loaf of bread
he had just purchased with his last penny, she little
dreamed that in a few years his companionship would
be eagerly sought by the most cultured of three continents. He did not attend college in the interval, but
enriched his mind by industriously employing every
spare moment in reading the best authors.
He learned to "forgo the living for the dead." Instead of wasting his evenings in frivolity, as did many
of his associates in the print shop, he remained in his
room to dig the priceless treasures from between the
covers of some favorite volume. "Often," he says, "I
sat in my room reading the greater part of the night,
when the book was borrowed in the evening and had
to be returned early in the morning, lest it should be
wanted."
History opened to his mind a vision of the growth and
decline of nations, the rise and fall of empires, and gave
him such a profound knowledge of international politics that he was easily the greatest American diplomat
of his day.
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Biography taught him to live the simple, humble life,
and science and poetry made him the wittiest, the most
interesting, and altogether the most charming gentleman
of America. When we remember that nearly all his
wisdom was acquired through the practice of careful
reading, a habit which he formed early in life, we
better understand why he often said, "No man can be
truly educated or successful in life unless he is a reader
of books."
We are seldom impressed by the man who is "personally acquainted" with kings and queens, and who
has hobnobbed with celebrities. The boasts he makes
of his grand acquaintances do not interest us. On the
other hand, we honor and respect men who, like
Franklin, show a familiarity with the royal emperors of
literature. They stand out in any crowd, and their
society is sought by other men and women, because
they have learned to think clearly and to talc
well.
In any medium-size home library one may find an
atmosphere sweeter than the fragrance of white
violets, lovelier than sylvan forests or blue, shining
seas, and filled with ripe wisdom and lively fancy,
from which he may sip, drop by drop, the happy elixir
of life.
THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR
PHOTOS BY AUTHOR
Pastor Rore and Titidonga Work Side by Side for the Master
Some of the Gizo District Teachers. Pastor Rore
Is Sitting Third From the Left
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A Story of the South Seas
By JAMES E. CORMACK
Growing in Grace
S
INCE the day God created man
and endowed him with the power
of choice, there has come in the
experience of every young person a
dividing of the ways. Whether you
realize it or not, when you arrive
at the spot where the broad way
branches off to the left and the path
which is called "strait and narrow"
lies to the right, you have come to
the most vital spot in your life's journey. Upon your decision depends
your entire well-being. Not only is
your spiritual life affected, but your
physical welfare, your domestic affairs, your life's vocation, your avocation ; in fact, all that matters comes
under the influence of your decision.
The wise youth will take the' road
that leads heavenward, but many
choose the garish, the artificial life
of the worldling, and tread the easier
path to their ultimate destruction.
Away off in the Solomon Islands,
Rore, the surveyor's cook boy, stood
at the parting of the ways. A trip to
Australia! What a rare and attractive offer to an ambitious native of
the South Seas. But in his heart a
tiny seed had been sown by a young
hospital employee who had been in
contact with the pioneer Adventist
missionary to the Solomon Islands.
The seed had been nurtured during
a visit to Dovele and three months in
a Christian village school, and again
in his association with Christians
from Rendova, the while the Holy
Spirit had watered the fertile ground
and placed there a longing for something better than this world can offer.
He longed to know more of a loving
Saviour who had died for him.
Should he miss the opportunity of a
trip to Australia, and go to school ?
FEBRUARY 11, 1941
The struggle that took place in that
young native heart can be realized
only by those who have had just such
a decision to make for eternity or the
world. And there is but one way to
meet the situation successfully, and
that way is prayer. Rore prayed as
he had never prayed before, and the
answer came in an instant, and With
it came grace, strength, and victory.
When the surveyor heard of his
cook boy's final decision, he took no
further step to discourage him, but
informed him that before he left he
expected him to find and train a suitable lad to take his place. This Rore
set about doing with the same enthusiasm that marked his regular work.
After selecting several likely lads, he
lined them up and lectured them on
the attitude of a native servant to his
master. The young hopefuls were
then given an opportunity to show
what they could do. Rore took a seat
and said that he represented the
white man. Each of the trainees
was to come up smartly, salute, say.
"Good afternoon, sir," receive his
orders, answer, "Yes, sir," salute
again, and walk off smartly. The
show was thoroughly enjoyed by the
surveyor and some friends who were
watching the performance without
the knowledge of the actors. Several
lads were rejected as hopeless; others were required to do their part
over and over till they met with the
approval of the "fastidious white
man."
It was with some misgivings that
Rore finally left his employer, to
whom he had become very much attached; but on his arrival at Dovele
he found with great joy that Pastor
and Mrs. R. H. Tutty were still work-
ing among his people. So great was
his desire to go to school that he had
enrolled and was sitting in his class
before a week had passed from the
time of his arrival.
He entered into his studies with
enthusiasm, and soon gained a foundation upon which he has continued
to build his educational structure far
in advance of the average, and it will
be completed only when his life's
work is done. But, best of all, he
learned the story of the cross, of a
loving Saviour and Friend who sticketh closer than a brother. He was
instructed in the fundamental doctrines of the third angel's message,
and received them with joy.
On the first Sabbath following his
arrival from Tulagi, opportunity was
given at the close, of the service for
individuals in the congregation to express themselves. One of the first to
testify was Rore, who stood and confessed his sinful past and gave his
heart and life to God. Once again he
had become as a brand plucked from
the burning. As a child he had been
snatched from the fires of a burning
heathen village, and now he stood before God as one saved from the flames
of sin, enlisted under the banner of
Prince Immanuel. Soon after his
conversion, Rore was overjoyed to receive a copy of the New Testament,
which he studied with much pleasure
and zeal.
On his return to his homeland, this
young Christian had found a great
change among his people. They were
cleaner, their homes and their village
were cleaner, and they had given up
many of the old heathen customs.
The people were happier and more
contented. Their terrible ulcers were
healing, and their sick were receiving
expert and loving attention at the
hands of the missionaries. In short,
the whole outlook of the village was
changed, wonderfully changed, by the
power of the gospel.
The villagers had given up the
cruel and superstitious worship of
idols and evil spirits, and now the
great God of heaven received their
praise and veneration. No longer
were their widows afraid of strangulation ; head-hunting expeditions had
ceased; feasts for the dead and hysterical heathen mourning were being
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superseded by the quiet Christian
mourning of those whose hope is in a
glad reunion on the resurrection morn.
The deep things of the word they did
not fully understand as yet, but gradually the wonderful pattern of redemption's plan was unfolding before them,
and little by little their lives were
being brought into conformity to the
message of the Book.
It was a happy day when, with
seven others, Rore was buried with
his Lord in baptism, thus signifying
in a public way the change that had
taken place within. How the hearts
of the missionaries must have rejoiced
as the first fruits of their labors for
the Dovele people were presented before the Lord.
Pastor and Mrs. Tutty had settled
among these heathen, savage, and
even cannibal people, with no European home or conveniences, living in
a leaf house which was continually
infested by dirty natives with all
manner of repulsive diseases, and by
dogs, cats, pigs, and all kinds of creeping things. Faced by opposition and
hardship, these intrepid missionaries
worked on, healing, teaching, and
preaching, and trusting in God for
daily strength and for victory. And
then came the first baptism. Angels
must have joined in their rejoicing
as these precious ones who had come
from the darkness of heathenism were
presented to God as tokens of the
gospel's power to save men in the
South Seas. On that glad day Rore
became a member of the Seventh-day
Adventist Church.
Shortly after his baptism, he was
given an opportunity to engage in
active service for God. A small village some miles along the coast had
shown interest in the mission and its
message and had sent some of its
young people to Pastor Tutty's school
for education. In 1923 it was decided
to begin work at Paerato, and Rore
was chosen to be the native teacher.
Feeling deeply his limitations and his
need for further training, yet rejoicing in the opportunity for service for
the Master who had done such wonderful things for him, he gladly accepted the call, knowing that what he
lacked, God would supply. During
the year which this consecrated native worker spent at Paerato he
showed marked ability as a teacher
and preacher of the word.
One of the Paerato pupils to attend
the Dovele school was a shy but
charming dusky maiden whom Rore
had noticed with more than passing
interest. Now she was back at her
home village, and a mutual attraction
soon matured into love. Rore saw
in her one who was fitted to walk
with him in paths of service for the
Master. And thus it came about that
Titidonga's parents were proud to
commend their daughter to the care
of the local teacher.
How very different was their betrothal from the marriage arrangements among the (Turn to page 14)
CHU MI'S SERMON
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HU MI was our household pet
—a funny little brown dog
with big pop eyes and a
pushed-in black face. His tiny bowed
legs were just long enough to keep
his fat stomach from dragging the
ground; but they were quite sufficient
to carry him into a good deal of
mischief. When Chu Mi was only a
puppy, I realized that he had great
possibilities as a preacher, and during his life he made good my fondest
ambitions for him in that line.
Chu Mi preached sermons on pride,
jealousy, temper, devotion, and a host
of other worth-while subjects. It is
his first sermon that I want you to
hear now. The scripture that seems
most appropriate for his text are those
well-known words recorded in Matthew : "No man can serve two masters."
It was early morning—the hour just
before breakfast, when all the household is a rush of bathing, dressing,
shaving, and burned toast. On this
particular morning Chu Mi was shadowing the man of the house, inx
father. He followed him from the
bedroom to the bathroom, to the
kitchen, and then back again, his
ridiculously short legs going at a
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trot to keep up with dad's long ones,
and his toenails beating a steady tattoo on the floors. All the while Chu
Mi wore on his little face a look
of complete satisfaction, for he was
going everywhere his master went.
But alas for Chu Mi ! Something
was amiss. His big brown eyes told
him that the object of his affections
was disappearing up the dreaded
stairs. For a moment the smug look
on his face changed to one of dismay,
but not for long.. Chu Mi, though
only a Pekingese puppy, was possessed
of a great determination. He, too,
started up the stairs. It was all he
could do to stretch from one step to
the next, but he kept his eyes on his
master's heels, and, to the surprise
of us all, he now was accomplishing
the heretofore impossible.
Unfortunately, something again
went wrong for Chu Mi, and he heard
through his floppy ears the voice of
the one who usually called him to eat.
It was mother's voice, and it came
from the bottom of the stairs, bringing with it visions of raw meat, carrots, dog biscuits, and other delectable
morsels that made life worth living
for the puppy.
For just a moment Chu Mi forgot
his purpose and his determination to
reach the top, and gave heed to the
baser impulse to satisfy his everpresent hunger. He turned for a second and looked back. The next thing
our would-be stair climber knew, he
was lying in a slightly dazed condition
at the bottom of the stairs. He picked
himself up with as much dignity as
possible under the circumstances,
shook his fur dog-fashion, then, undaunted, started up again in answer
to his master's call. This time, call
though she would, mother could not
get Chu Mi to turn—he had learned
his lesson, and, with his eyes fixed
on the top, he reached his goal.
"No man can serve two masters"
—no, not even a man's dog ! Just
as it took only one second's hesitation
for Chu Mi to lose his footing, so it
took only one backward glance for
Lot's wife to become a pillar of salt;
and so today it takes only one misspent evening, only one envious glance
from our high road to the wide one
below, for us to lose all the ground
we have covered.
We must choose our master now.
and follow his leading all the way. If
we choose mammon, we shall simply
fall to the bottom, have our stomachs
filled for a time, and live a short life
of ease; but what can we say for ourselves in the hour of judgment?
Should we choose Christ for our
Master, we shall climb up and up in
our Master's steps. Oh, I do not
deny that it will be hard going. We
shall have to stretch every nerve and
muscle to reach the top, and we shall
probably fall a good many times, too.
But our Master is at the top calling
to us, and in His call there is strength
—strength to start again; strength to
shut our ears to every other call;
strength to meet the judgment hour
with a cry of victory !
THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR
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By JANICE M. BRIGGS
II, Lo-is," called Mrs. Chamberlain from the back porch.
A girl kneeling amid the
green and red of a thrifty strawberry patch answered the call. Shading her eyes against the bright sun
of an early. July morning, Lois saw
the white envelope which her mother
held. She rose quickly and ran to
the house.
"Where is it from?" she asked
breathlessly.
"I think it's from Maida."
"Then let me see it quickly." Lois
opened the letter and glanced eagerly
down the page. "She can come,
mother. Oh, I'm so glad ! 'On the
bus next Tuesday afternoon,' she
says. I'll help with the cooking,
mother, and—"
"What's the confab about ?" inquired a voice behind them. They
turned and saw Robert, Lois' brother,
coming from the shed with his hoe.
"Maida's coming," announced Lois.
"Maida who?" asked Robert,
blankly.
"Why, Maida Morris, of course."
"Oh, that girl you used to play with
when we lived in Jefferson ! So you
are going to havq another girl here,
eh? Well, just so you don't bother
me when I'm trying to learn how to
keep books so that I can get that job
in Sinclair's office."
"Well, Maida won't hinder your
studying. Anyway, how do you expect to learn bookkeeping from those
out-of-date business-arithmetic books
Mr. Sinclair lent you?"
Robert ran his fingers under his
broad-brimmed hat and scratched his
head. "That's hard work, all right,"
he admitted, "but what can I do?
Kirkwood High School doesn't offer
a bookkeeping course, and with you
womenfolk to look after, I can't even
think of going away to school. I'm
going to be a regular Abe Lincoln—
self-educated," he finished with a
swagger.
Mrs. Chamberlain laid her hand on
his arm. "I'm sorry," she said. "But
the bank account is so small since
father died that I hardly dare to take
out any more. Perhaps we can save
enough money from the strawberries
and peas so that you can go to the
city for a short course this fall."
"Oh, I'm all right," said Robert
uneasily, and swung off toward the
garden.
"I should think Mr. Sinclair could
teach him," Lois declared.
0
"Mr. Sinclair is a busy man, dear.
We can't expect him to bother with
a green hand when he could get a
commercial-school graduate any day
if he didn't— I'm afraid he offered
Bob the job more to give us a lift
than for any other reason."
"Well, I'll wear my old coat another
winter," offered Lois.
"It will help," said her mother.
"How many berries have you
picked ?"
Robert Chamberlain was about a
year older than his sister, but the two
seemed like twins. They started
school together, and this June had
graduated together from Kirkwood
High. About the only industry of
which the little town could boast was
Sinclair's Novelty Mill, which made
wooden knickknacks that were marketed through city shops. The business had started in a small way, and
at first Wilbert Sinclair, aided by his
capable wife, had done the office work.
Increasing demand for his products
now made an assistant necessary.
It was on commencement night,
after Robert had given his address
as class president, that Mr. Sinclair
had spoken.
"A fine speech you gave," he said
with a hearty handshake.
"Thank you." the boy smiled.
"Any plans for next fall ?"
Robert was suddenly sober. "I'd
like to go to commercial school, but
you know I must look after mother
and Lois. I'm going to try to get a
job somewhere aroundtown."
"Know much about bookkeeping?"
"Not much. I'm fairly quick with
figures, but I don't know very well
where to put them in real bookkeeping."
"Do you think you could learn?"
"Yes, I'm sure I could, if I had a
chance."
"How about a job in my office,
then ?"
The crowd of people pushing their
way down the hall were wholly unheeded by the graduate. He saw a
momentary vision of himself seated
at a desk juggling figures into their
proper squares. Looking wide-eyed
at Kirkwood's leading businessman,
he merely queried, "Honest ?"
"Sure as I'm standing here this
minute. Drop in at the office tomorrow; maybe I can lend you a book
or two that I studied."
"I don't know how to thank you,"
began Robert. "It will mean a great
deal to us if I can swing it, and
I'll try."
On Tuesday afternoon Lois was
at Rumrill's store to meet Maida.
The bus roared up Main Street and
stopped before the wooden platform.
There was no mistaking Maida, for
she was the only passenger to get off
at Kirkwood.
"My, but I'm glad to see you," exclaimed Lois.
"It seems ages since I've seen you,"
answered Maida.
"It has been almost two years since
we moved away from Jefferson. How
is everyone back there ?"
"All right ; but I have so much to
tell you."
"I'll take your bag." said Lois, "and
we'll go straight home and talk. Do
you like working in Hanson's shoe
store ?"
In His Room Robert Studied, Figured,
and Refigured; but the Balance Sheet
Refused to Balance
BLACK STAR
FEBRUARY 11, 1941
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"Yes, I like it well enough, but I
wouldn't want to make it my job for
life," returned the visitor slowly.
"Sometimes it is real fun, but not always.
There's nothing very amusing in trying
to convince a woman that she should
wear a size-five shoe when she is very
certain that she takes a size four. Or
in putting the idea across to Lucia Henderson that she should choose black
pumps instead of brown to go with her
new gray ensemble."
Lois giggled. She remembered Miss
Henderson ! But Maida did not notice.
"Some folk seem to like standing behind a counter, talking about the weather
all day. I'd rather do something more
definite—take bookkeeping, for instance.
Jane Lewis has the real job there in
Hanson's."
"Does she still keep books there?"
"Yes, but she plans to leave this fall.
She is to marry Jack Turner, you know.
And, Lois, don't you tell, but my application is in to be her successor."
"Really, Maida?" The girls were
bright-eyed, excited. "Do you suppose
Mr. Hanson will pick you? Oh, I
hope so."
Maida tossed back her hair with a
gesture that suggested hope and determination, even though it was designed
to show that the matter was still a
question. "I don't know," she said. "I
only know that I'm studying for it as
hard as I can. I have helped Miss
Lewis occasionally and I even took
charge of the office two days when she
went away. It was—"
The girls were still discussing Maida's
experiences when they reached the
Chamberlain cottage. Mrs. Chamberlain met them at the door, and soon the
three were seated on the shady porch,
munching cookies and sipping cool lemonade while they talked of the people
"back home."
On the second evening of Maida's
visit, Robert excused himself from the
family circle early, and, with his books,
went to his room. For two hours he
studied, figuring and refiguring a balance sheet that refused to be balanced.
He read again the rules and explanations in the book, and compared them
with the figures of his problem. It just
didn't come out right, and he couldn't
see why. How could he get that job
if he couldn't do a simple problem like
this? And he did want that job! Suddenly he dropped his head upon his arms
and gave up to a wave of despair—for
a few minutes. Then, "Snap out of it,
old boy," he ordered himself, straightening up. "Let it wait till morning." With
that he put away his books and went to
bed.
But the problem was not put away.
Figures danced before his eyes as he
tried to add and subtract mentally. Always in the background loomed the
thought that he must get the position
that awaited him.
Next morning Robert slipped his
papers into his pocket.
"I'm going downstreet, mother ; any
errands?" He hoped she would not ask
where he was going, for he dreaded to
tell her of his decision to try to borrow
from Mr. Sinclair the money he would
need for a course at the business college
in Milford. Mrs. Chamberlain was unsuspecting, however.
"I think not," she said, "unless the
girls want something."
"Oh, yes," said Maida, "will you please
mail a letter for me, Robert?"
"Certainly," he replied obligingly.
Maida ran upstairs and in a minute
returned with a long envelope, which
she handed to him. As he took it in
his hand, Robert could not help seeing
the address on the envelope. It read:
"Home Study Institute, Takoma Park,
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Washington, D.C." In astonishment he
looked first at the envelope and then
at Maida.
"What's this, a correspondence
course?" he asked.
Maida nodded. "Yes—why?"
Robert thought, aloud. "I wonder
what kind of courses one can get."
"Most high-school subjects and a
great many business and college subjects," answered Maida. "I'm taking
bookkeeping."
"You are?" queried Robert, whipping
out his balance sheet. "Then can you
tell me what's wrong with this thing ?"
"Right here," Maida pointed out after
a few minutes spent in examining the
figures; and then she went on to explain
his mistake.
"0—oh, I see—now," he replied.
"Say, Maida, will you help me learn
bookkeeping while you're here?"
"Why, yes—but I can't do it all in just
three days. Why don't you take the
course yourself ?"
The boy's face clouded slightly. "Is it
expensive ?"
"Oh, my, no. Anyway, you can do
most of the studying evenings, and still
work and earn during the day. Best of
all, you do it at home, as fast or as
slowly as you please, and there is no
board or room rent to pay, as there is
at college. I have a catalogue of the
Home Study Institute that I'll be glad
to show you."
"We all want to see it," smiled Mrs.
Chamberlain. "You'd better go downstreet and get your errands done, Robert,
so that Maida's letter will go on the
morning mail."
"All right," shouted Robert, tossing
up his cap. "That letter is the only
errand there is now, though; and it won't
take me more than five minutes to sprint
to the post office and back."
Some weeks later Wilbert Sinclair
walked into Hanson's Footwear Shop
A Musical Instrument
BY S. C. ROCKWELL
H
ERE before me are a number of
musical instruments—a piano, a
cornet, a violin, a saxophone, and
a guitar. Can you play any one of these?
Would you like to learn? Suppose someone gave you a violin and arranged it
so that you would have lessons and time
to practice, would you try hard to learn?
I believe you would.
I shall tell you about a musical instrument that is more wonderful than a
violin, or a cornet, or a piano ; in fact,
it is a combination of the best ideas of
all these musical instruments. There
is no musical instrument that I can think
of, unless it be the drum or the cymbals,
that is not included in this one.
It is capable of producing the most
marvelous music. Its Maker has never
sold any of these instruments, though
He has given away many, and nothing
pleases Him more than to know that
those who have received them appreciate
them and try to make the best use of
them. There are no copies obtainable.
The only ones in existence have been
fashioned by the Originator of the design.
A number of years ago I was given
one of these musical instruments, and
in Jefferson. The proprietor came forward to wait on him, and as the customer was being fitted the conversation
turned to business interests.
"Trade seems to be picking up, doesn't
it?" remarked Hanson.
"Mine does," smiled Mr. Sinclair.
"I'm putting up a new office building this
fall—came over to Jefferson today to
stock up on office supplies."
"Is it a big mill you have?"
"Oh, no. Only five or six men in the
mill. Wife and I have always kept the
books at home, but now we're going to
..have a bookkeeper—a right smart young
lad, just out of high school. He doesn't
know all he might about the business yet,
but he's a good worker. Is helping on
the new building just now and taking
a correspondence course evenings."
Mr. Hanson nodded emphatically as
he wrapped Sinclair's purchases. "He'll
make it if he's that kind. My bookkeeper got her start that way—mail
course and practice."
"And she does satisfactory work?"
"Yes. Of course, she has been in
charge only a month, but she is getting
on well for a beginner. Miss Morris is
a worker, too."
"'Morris,' did you say? Why, that's
right, this is Hanson's."
"You know her?" asked the storekeeper.
"No, but she's a friend of my young
bookkeeper to be. She set him on the
track of this Home Study course. I've
heard Robert speak of her often."
"Well, I hope he'll learn as much as
Maida did. The people who dig for
their education are the ones who get
somewhere."
"I think so, too," said Sinclair, picking up his packages. "But," he laughed,
"you'd better look out that Miss Morris
doesn't put her heart somewhere besides
into your ledgers. Robert seems to think
she is the one and only girl !"
while I regret that I have not always
made the best use of it, yet I have, at
times, tried to learn to use it well. I am
going to tell you a few things about it.
Oh, by the way, you also have one
of these instruments. It is—the human
voice.
Yes, the human voice is the most marvelous musical instrument , known to
man. Yet it is often misused.
Of course the vocal cords are comparable to the strings of stringed instruments. In the human voice is a perfect
mechanism to change the tension and
thickness of the strings even while they
are in use. Thus the two vocal cords
serve better than many strings in instruments made by man.
The most essential part of the piano
is the sounding board back of the strings.
Some physiologists say that the cheeks
are the sounding board for the human
voice, but I have always thought it is
the bony part in the back of the throat
and in the roof of the mouth.
Guitars and violins are essentially
boxes for reinforcement. Again we have
the voice box and also the throat. Horns
have tubes which modify the pitch and
quality of the music; so also does the
voice. The nasal cavities are essential
parts of speech. If you doubt this, try
to talk while holding your nose. Sometimes we say that a person is talking
"through his nose," when in reality it
is a case of his not using his nose.
But, I hear someone say, there is
nothing in the voice to represent the
slide trombone. You are mistaken.
And to prove that you are, place your
fingers lightly on your voice box; or,
better still, look in a mirror and sing,
changing the pitch from high to low and
from low to high. If the voice box is
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COURTESY. SWISS OFFICIAL INFORMATION BUREAU
Mother -Plata,/ Sttinyi
By BERNICE COLLIER
F
RAIDY cat, fraidy cat," chorused
Sue and Joyce.
"Can't go to the party 'cause
mamma says, 'No.' Tied to
mother's apron strings, poor little darling. We feel sorry for mamma's little
girl. We'll tell you about it later, precious."
These and many other taunts from
her very dearest chums caused Jane's
face to flush crimson. In vain she had
pleaded to be allowed to attend Sue's
party on Friday night.
"No," her mother had said. "You may
not go on Friday night. Remember, you
are a Seventh-day Adventist."
"I don't care," Jane pouted. "I don't
see why I have to miss everything.
Joyce is going. Why can't I? I think
you are just too mean !"
Never before had Jane spoken such
cruel words to her mother. But this
time she did, and then she rushed to her
room and slammed the door.
Heartbroken, her distressed mother
dropped to her knees and poured out her
grief to her heavenly Father.
In her room, Jane sulked.
At school the next day she sobbed
out her grievances to her chums. ' She
was still angry, and her usual sunny
smile was replaced with an ugly frown.
Finally she burst out, "I won't mind
mother ! I won't ! I don't have to unless
I want to! I'm old enough to take care
of myself. I'm going to the party Friday night."
"That's the way to talk," the girl's
encouraged. "It's a shame the way yout
parents treat you. Why, they never let
you have any fun. They are such old7
fashioned fogies."
.
After Jane determined to go to the
party, the girls began devising schemes
to help her away from home the coming
Friday evening. At last Sue had an evil
inspiration.
"Can't you skip that Missionary Volunteer meeting you go to?" she suggested.
"Of course," Jane cried. "Why didn't
I think of that before? It's just the
thing. Mother will never know. I'll
show her how much she can boss me
around."
Friday evening came more slowly than
usual that week, but it finally arrived.
Sunset worship was over, supper .was
eaten, and the dishes were done.
"Time for you to go to Missionary
Volunteer meeting, dear," called mother.
"Good-by. And hurry home, Jane."
But Jane didn't hear, for she was alFEBRUARY 11, 1941
ready racing breathlessly down the dark
street.
"Ah! there they are, waiting for me,"
she breathed as she saw Sue and the
other young people in a roadster with
the top down.
"Hurry up, Jane. We don't want to
be late," they called when she was still
half a block away.
"I'm coming just as fast as I can,"
she gasped as she bounded into the car
and farther into danger.
They were off for a glorious lark.
When they reached the party, several
girls helped Jane to dress, for she had
carried her party clothes in the brief case
that she usually used for her Missionary
Volunteer supplies—she was treasurer
of the society. She made a pretty picture when she was ready, and, being a
natural favorite, she spent a very happy
evening.
The party was pronounced a "great
success," and because the group was
young, it broke up at ten-thirty.
When Jane and her companions piled
into the car ten • minutes later, one boy
suggested that they stop'on the way home
for refreshments. Jane wanted to object, but she was afraid they'd call her
a fraidy cat again. She was anxious,
however, until they clambered into the
open car again and once more started
for home.
Rain now began to fall, and the boys
and girls were drenched while trying to
raise the top of the chr to its place. In
the sttirm and confusiOn no one noticed
the headlights of' an oncoming automobile until it was too late to'avoid a collision. There was a screech of brakes,
followed by a terrific crash.
Jane was thrown violently through the
windshield and out onto the concrete
•
highway, where her head struck the cement curbing. An ambulance was called,
and she was rushed off to the hospital.
Ten stitches had to be taken in the 'gash
on her head, and the doctor said that
she had suffered serious internal injuries.
When she finally regained consciousness, her mother was hovering over her.
For a time she was puzzled, but little by
little the events of the evening straightened out in her beclouded mind.
"You're going to be all right, dear,"
her mother comforted, "but you must lie
still. The doctors say that you will have
to stay here for six .weeks at the least."
"I'm so sorry, mother. I really am,"
sobbed repentant Jane. "Won't you
forgive me? I won't ever disobey you
again. Please don't scold me, mother."
"Of course I'll forgive you, Jane, and
you must ask God to forgive you, too.
I won't scold, for I know that you have
been punished enough for your disobedience."
The tears flowed faster and faster as
Jane realized that she was the cause of
her own misfortune. So much pain and
unhappiness for a little fun! And it
really wasn't fun at all! Too late, she
realized that she was paying an outrageous price for something that she
wanted just because it glittered. How
distasteful it was now! For a long time
Jane talked with her mother. She told
her all about the scheme she had carried
out in order to deceive her. At last,
as she drifted off to sleep she sighed,
"Your sins do find you out, don't they,
mother?"
When she awoke, her mother was
gone, and she reflected bitterly. As time
went, on, however, she learned to be patient and cheerful. But there was not a
happier girl than Jane the day that she
returned to her home.
Several days later when she was
lying on the sofa reading, a car stopped
in front of the house. Soon two sober
girls walked in.
"Sue ! ' Joyce !" she exclaimed. "I'm
so glad to see you. Thank you for your
cards and flowers. How are you?"
"We're all right if yOu are," they answered. "We've been worried about
you, because it was our fault you went
to that party."
"No, it was really my own fault," she
told them. "I knew better, and the next
time I'll do better. I'm so ashamed of
myself. I have decided that mother's
apron strings form a very desirable
anchor, after all."
"Girls," it was her mother speaking,
"soon after Jane left the house that Friday evening, something told me that she
was in danger. The impression deepened
as the evening wore on, until finally I
took my anxiety to my heavenly Father.
Then a feeling of peace and assurance
stole over me, and I slept. With a start
I was awakened by the impatient ringing of the telephone. From the hospital
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I learned that Jane had been critically
injured. When I reached her bedside
and heard the details of the accident,
I found that at the very same time I had
been praying for Jane, she was on her
way home."
After a pause she continued, "Girls,
experience is a hard teacher, but we
have a wonderfully loving heavenly Father who helps us learn life's lessons
and watches over us every moment, even
when we stray away from Him."
And Jane, Sue, and Joyce resolved
then and there never to deceive or disobey their parents again.
The Prayer Quilt
(Continued from page 6)
bed. She tried bravely to walk, but she
could only sink into those strong arms
that supported her. Mothd was still
weak.
When she had been tucked into the
bed warmed with hot irons and water
bottles, she heard the story of the Quilt.
Each child told about it in his or her
own way, and when they were sound
asleep in their beds that night, even
father tiptoed into her room and told
the story.
"Dearest," she said as she reached for
his hand, "is it true that you all love
me so much that you prayed for me like
that? With God's help I will get well
and be faithful to you, to my children,
and to God."
And so the Quilt was made, and so it
was dedicated. It remained as a witness
to answered prayer and a reminder of
a mother's vow.
Last week I visited that friendly little
farmhouse. It is my home. My mother
is there—sweet, smiling, and loving. My
father greets me, honest, true, a living
example of practical Christianity.
Mother has grown older and grayer.
Her four children are grown and have
left their nest. But they still cherish
the memories of loving parents.
We had a good visit. I do not get
home often any more. Mother is dreaming dreams with me now of my own
home, and helping me make things for it.
When she goes shopping, she often
chooses little things which she thinks I
might use, and lays them aside for me.
We made a trip to the low-ceilinged,
slanting-walled second story, mother
and I. She was going through her wellfilled trunks, showing me the quilts she
had made since I was home last, and
laughing as she exhibited six fluffy pairs
of pillows filled with duck down.
"One pair for each of my children
when they marry," she laughed, "and two
pairs for our guests to sleep on."
Down at the bottom of the last trunk
we came across a dark woolen quilt.
Mother lifted it out tenderly.
"Do you remember this?" she asked.
The Quilt! It smelled of moth balls,
but that could not drown the fragrance
of answered prayer that it brought to
us. Neither of us spoke a word. We
sat there, just thinking. The years had
passed, but the Quilt marked an important event in our lives. It marked the
triumph of prayer.
" 'The effectual fervent prayer of a
righteous man availeth much,' " quoted
mother, and we folded the Quilt and replaced it in the trunk.
Grandma still lives. She is too old
to make quilts now. put she still sits
in her worn little rocker and waits for
the postman and a letter from Katie.
She still sings in her quavering voice :
"Gott ist die Liebe,"• and her faith is as
strong as it was when•she prayed for her
Katie and pieced the Quilt.
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READ WITH PROFIT
"The youth need to be instructed,
carefully and prayerfully, that they may
build their characters upon the abiding
foundation. The reason so many make
grievous blunders is that they do not heed
the teachings of experience."
Read "Messages to Young People,"
pp. 163-191, and test yourself on the
following:
1. "— does not come by chance."
2. "The human mind is susceptible of
the
3. "The most essential education for
our youth today to gain, . . . is an education that will teach them —."
4. "— must be practiced by everyone who would be a worker, for God."
5. True-false. It was the custom of
ancient Israel to teach the sons and daughters some useful trade.
6. True-false. Each youth should acquire knowledge of some manual trade by
which, if necessary, he may earn a livelihood.
7. True-false. Young men as well as
young women should be taught how to
cook economically.
8. "The steps to heaven must be taken
at a time; and every advance
gives — for the next."
9. True-false. Brilliant young men
always make the greatest success.
10. "— science and Inspiration are
in perfect harmony."
Charles T. Studd, Apostle
(Continued from page 3)
side, he began to think seriously of his
own future. He questioned within himself the rightness of spending his time
in gaining the praise of men, when souls
were passing into eternity without
Christ. What would all these precious
hours given to sport avail him when he
should meet Christ in the great hereafter? Was he not responsible to God
for the life which had been given to him?
It was while he was thus minded that
there came into his hands a tract written
by an atheist. Its contention was that
if people really believed in Christianity,
they would not be so lukewarm, but
would spend every waking hour in seeking to win souls. Said Charley to himself : "I at once saw that this was the
truly consistent Christian life. When I
looked back upon my life, I saw how
inconsistent it had been. I therefore determined that from that time forth, my
life should be in harmony with my
profession, and I set myself to know
what was God's will for me. But I
determined not to consult with flesh and
blood, but just to wait until God should
show me."
The answer came in time with the
conviction that he should go as a missionary to inland China. He was hardly
prepared for the opposition which he
was called to face. His nearest and
dearest tried to show him what a great
mistake he was making. They pointed
out to him the wonderful influence he
could exert on the young men in the
'University. His mother, whom he loved
dearly, besought him with tears to remain with her, and he almost wavered.
While in this state of perplexity he
was standing one evening awaiting thel
arrival of a train. The station was almost deserted, and the occasion invited
communion with the Lord. Asking
guidance from God, he took from his
pocket his New Testament and opened
it. The words he read were : "A man's
foes shall be they of his own household."
That settled it, and he never looked back.
The religious life of England was
at this time profoundly moved by news
of a party of Cambridge graduates who
had volunteered for service in China
with the China Inland Mission. Charles
Studd was one of the party. The party
became known as the Cambridge Seven,
and comprised a world-famed cricketer,
two famous university oarsmen, an officer of the dragoon guards, and an officer
of the royal artillery. The desire to see
these men and to hear them speak before their departure for China was great.
Charles Studd was invited by Henry
Drummond to address the medical students of the University of Edinburgh.
The revival that followed was remarkable. All day long Studd was having
personal interviews with students who
were anxious about their souls. And
even during the night and early in the
morning he was awakened by those who
were seeking Christ. Then came his
departure for inland China, and the
happy years of service for Christ in a
heathen land. The native costume was
adopted, and the food of the country
and the habits of the people were taken
for granted. And in his joyous service
for Christ he found sweet communion
with the beautiful girl he married.
It was ever the desire of Charles
Studd to abandon all for Christ's sake.
Personal possessions had meant nothing
to him since he had found all in Jesus.
Even his wealth had no hold upon him.
By his father's will he inherited $150,000,
when he attained the age of 'twenty-five
years. Of this he determined to dispose. Speaking upon this subject, he
tells us : "One day when I was reading
the harmony of the Gospels, I came to
where Christ talked with the rich young
man. Then God seemed to bring back
to me all the vows I had made. God
then made me just ordinarily honest and
told me what to do.
"I needed to draw up papers granting the power of attorney, and for that
I had to have the signature of Her
Majesty's officers. I went to the English Consul, but when he saw the paper,
he said, 'I won't sign that.' " However,
Charles Studd persisted, with the result
that the consul eventually gave way, the
paper was signed, and the fortune was
given away. A portion of the money
went to Mr. Moody for the founding
of the Moody Bible Institute in Chicago.
A very small portion of the money
Charles Studd offered to his wife as a
wedding present, on the eve of their
marriage. But she was of the same mind
as her husband to be. "Charles," she
said, "what did the Lord tell the rich
young man to do?" "Sell all," he replied. "Well, then, we will start clear
with the Lord at our wedding." So the
money was sent to General Booth of
the Salvation Army.
Donning Chinese dress, living in a
Chinese house, following Chinese customs, and eating Chinese food, Charles
Studd and his wife spent many happy
years in the land of their adoption, till
at length he was ordered back to the
homeland. This was quite contrary to
his own inclinations, but the doctor insisted, and his own loved ones assured
him that it was of the Lord. So he bade
a loving farewell to the land for which
he had made so great and joyous a sacrifice, and in due course landed in England.
There was a district in India to which
he ever felt himself a debtor, and that
was the one in which his father had
THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR
made his fortune. Indeed, it was the
dying wish of his father that the gospel
should be preached by one of his sons
in the same place where he had spent
many years as an indigo planter. As
soon, therefore, as Charles Studd had
recovered his health, he felt a burden
to preach the gospel in India.
Not only among the Indians, but also
to the English military officers and government officials, did he preach the message of Christ's atoning grace. His
very name, and the fact that many of
those in high positions of responsibility
in the government had attended his old
school and college, gave him access to
many homes into which otherwise it
would have been difficult for him to
enter. He often dined with the viceroy.
But his service for Christ was not to
be terminated in India. The claims of
Africa made their appeal to him, and it
was to that dark land that he next went.
The story of his self-sacrificing service
in Central Africa thrills all who read it.
His wife and four daughters remained
in the homeland, and Charles Studd, accompanied only by a fine young English
college man, went forth in conquest for
Christ. Nor were his efforts in vain,
for his work endures to this day. It
was in Central Africa that he labored,
and it is there that he lies buried.
Although Charles Studd had the spirit
of an apostle, he did not leave his work
in any land uncared for. Before his
death in Africa, he had established the
Heart of Africa Mission. Not only did
he establish the work before moving on
to other fields, but he made himself personally responsible for its support. He
had no means of his own, but he had
what was better still—faith in One to
whom all things are possible. Today,
under the name' of the World-Wide
Evangelization Crusade, his work is
being carried on in no less than nine
different parts of the world. And new
missionaries are being sent out from
the home base to care for and extend the
bases already established.
On Sunday, July 16, in the year 1931,
Charles T. Studd, one-time man of
wealth and world-famous British cricketer, but later an apostle of Jesus Christ,
laid down his life. His body was carried to the grave by converted cannibals
and lowered into the earth by fellow
missionaries. Almost his last words
were: "My only joys, therefore, are that
when God has given me a work to do,
I have not refused it."
In 1930 he was made a "Chevalier of
the Royal Order of the Lion," by the
king of the Belgians for his faithful
services in the Congo, but it meant little
to him. What he coveted was the "Well
done, good and faithful servant," of his
Master in heaven.
Address all correspondence to the Stamp
Corner, Youth's Instructor,
Takoma Park, D.C.
Here and There
EPORTS in the philatelic press
seem to indicate a strong trend
toward stamps from our Western
Hemisphere neighbors, especially our
nearest—Mexico. And if you really
want to have fun with strange stamps
and designs, Mexico can supply it. The
stamps are not expensive, and they con-
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FEBRUARY 11, 1941
tain a wealth of information about this
interesting country. If you have studied
Spanish, you will find intriguing a specialized collection of the stamps of
Mexico.
If you received a Christmas card from
a friend in Bermuda this year, be sure
to keep the penny stamp overprinted 1/2
penny. There was a shortage of ,/z penny
because of the war and consequent interruption of shipping; so the local postmaster had to overprint the one-penny
stamps to provide for the seasonal rush.
The overprints will be withdrawn as
soon as supplies of the regular stamp
arrive. Such is the way that rarities are
made at times.
Even in the midst of war, Germany
has found time to commemorate the discovery of diphtheria antitoxin and the
famous discoverer—Emil A. von
Gehring.
Pitcairn Island Stamps
at Last
ERE they are—those long-talked-of
Pitcairn Island stamps, a whole
set of beautiful pictorial stamps.
Everybody will want them—Seventh-day
Adventists because of our connection
with the inhabitants of the island, and
have these stamps for you, would it?
Well, we do have them, and we hope
to be able to get enough for everyone
who wants them. We are going to
supply them in two groups—the complete
set at $1.50, and the three lower values,
pictured here, for 15 cents.
We are going to send out the short
set as soon as possible to all those who
are buying approvals. So if you are
on our list, you need not worry. If you
are not, maybe you would like to take
this occasion to ask for approvals. Besides sending you a short set of Pitcairn
Island and other attractive stamps from
which to choose, we will send a free set
of stamps from Mozambique. You need
not send any money when asking for
approval service. You understand, of
course, that you are expected to pay for
the stamps you keep and return the rest
in ten days. If you are a junior, please
ask your parents to give permission for
you to receive the stamps.
But maybe you would rather just order
the stamps of Pitcairn Island. We are
here to serve you. Just send the price
of the set-15 cents or $1.50. We will
pay the postage. Write to the Stamp
Corner, Youth's Instructor, Takoma
Park, Washington, D.C.
Exchange
Use Commemoratives on Your
Exchange Letters
(In sending requests to this corner, please
give your age—junior or senior—and the size of
your collection. Collectors must have at least
500 stamps, with duplicates for trade, before they
may enter their names here. To beginners we
will send FREE a small package of stamps, and
instructions for starting a collection. A penny
postcard will start your package on the way.)
Mrs. H. J. Tikker, 232 Capitol Avenue
Bldg., Boise, Idaho, writes that her
junior daughter, with 2,000 stamps,
wishes to trade with other collectors.
Floyd Anders, Pewee Valley, Pewee,
Kentucky, wishes to exchange stamps
with people outside the United States,
though he will answer letters from this
country.
HAITI.—Robert, Kenneth, and Gilbert Dunn, Casier Postal 16, Fort-deFrance, Martinique, French West Indies, (juniors, 600 stamps each), offer
stamps from Haiti, Guadaloupe, and
Trinidad in exchange for those from
Canada and the United States. Their
father will see that they trade on a
catalogue basis, and that they answer
all letters.
Your Art Gallery
the rest of the world because of the
recent publicity.
We can show only the three lower
values in our picture, but the others are
just as attractive. Each stamp has a
vignette of the king. The 1/2d. shows a
sprig of oranges, one of the products
of the island which finds a sale on passing steamers. The Id. shows Captain
Bligh and the loyal members of the crew
leaving the "Bounty," and a view of the
island. The 11/2d. shows a portrait of
John Adams and a view of his house.
The 2d. presents a portrait of Captain
Bligh and a view of the "Bounty." The
3d. gives a map of the Pacific, showing
the position of Pitcairn Island. The 6d.
pictures the "Bounty" in full sail. The
Is. shows a portrait of Fletcher Christian and a view of the island. And,
finally, the 2s. 6d. pictures Captain Bligh
leaving the "Bounty," and gives a view of
Bounty Bay.
It wouldn't seem just right under the
circumstances if the Stamp Corner didn't
(Continued from page 4)
ness, faith, meekness, temperance." If
we use different blends of these colors
only, what marvelous pictures we shall
have ! The directions for obtaining and
using them are all found in the book
we call the Holy Scriptures, and anyone
may obtain perfect results if he will
comply with certain simple requirements.
Perhaps you have thought that the
pictures hidden away in your memory
gallery are visible only to yourself.
True, they cannot be seen in detail by
others, but the face reflects quite accurately what is in the heart, and many
times our words and our actions make
the pictures very visible to others.
A young artist once desired to copy
a picture which hung in a palace. He
was not permitted to copy it there, but
this did not stop him. Because of his
determination to reproduce it, he would
sit by the hour and gaze at it. Then he
would hurry to his studio and begin to
paint. Each day he gazed, studied details, then did his best to transfer what
he saw onto his canvas. Finally he was
rewarded, and there in his studio hung
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such a wonderful copy that all who saw
it exclaimed, "We must see the original !"
Friend, are you studying the Saviour
of the world so that you can reproduce
His likeness in your own life? If you
are, others will see so beautiful a picture that they will come, as did the
Greeks to Philip, with the request, "We
would see Jesus."
The Surveyor's Cook Boy
(Continued from page 8)
natives a few short years before. No price
was asked of the bridegroom ; there were
no feasting and debauchery to celebrate
the event, but just the simple request put
to the parents, and the willing consent,
followed soon after by a simple. Christian
wedding service solemnized by the European missionary.
The bride of yesteryear in the Solomon•-Islands as in most heathen lands,
had little or no say in her betrothal.
Often the bargain was made and the
deal, concluded, much in the manner of
a business transaction, before ever the
unfortunAe bride knew anything about
it. Marriage was often the cause of much
intertribal fighting and bloodshed, and
not, till the missionaries introduced the
gospel way was the sacredness of the
service realized.
The union of Rore and Titidonga has
been blessed by happiness, and their
home is an example wherever they are
stationed. Always Titidonga has stood
by her husband in his devotion to duty.
Ofttimes it means sacrifice, but she does
not complain, for it is her part toward
finishing the work.
At the completion of one year at
Paerato, Rore was transferred to the
head station of the Dovele Coast, where
he served for a number of years as
teacher, spiritual leader, and interpreter.
During this time he assisted Pastor
Tutty in translating into the Dovele
tongue the book of Genesis, St. John's
Gospel, Acts, and portions of other
scriptures. Many hymns were also given
to the people in the vernacular. Each
quarter the people of Dovele enjoy the
study of the Sabbath school lessons in
the mother tongue as the result of the
energies of this enterprising worker,
who, no matter where he is or what his
duties may be, is always faithful in the
translating, typing, and duplicating of
these lessons.
During his years bf service, Rore has
been granted successively a teacher's, a
missionary, and a ministerial license.
With each advance he has applied himself more diligently to the task at hand,
and has continued to study. Not only
has he grown in grace and in the service
of God, but it has been his pleasure to
see the third angel's message spread
throughout a large portion of the Solomon
Islands. From a humble beginning the
work has grown and has blossomed out
into a fully organized mission field divided into five main districts, each employing a large number of native workers
under the supervision of a European
director. From the training school at
Batuna, Marovo Lagoon, hundreds of
young men and young women have gone
out into wider service, some, as village
teachers in their own homeland, and
others as foreign missionaries to Papua
and New Guinea.
Rore's wide experience in the work,
his knowledge of native customs, and
his, deep spirituality have made him a
wise counselor. In 1933 he was called
to the responsible position of native
member on the executive committee of
the Solomon Islands Mission. With
Pastor Ragoso, he still holds that position, and his level-headed counsel is
greatly appreciated by those who share
the administration of this large field.
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Advance came again the following
year when Rore was appointed to the
important post of native assistant to the
director of the Gizo district. In this
capacity he visits among the mission
stations and schools of the large district, building up, strengthening, and
encouraging teachers and people alike.
His knowledge of native customs and
ways and his wise counsel are invaluable
to the district director. He is loved
and respected by. young and old, no matter what their race or their language.
European government officials speak
highly of him, and subtle attempts have
been made to obtain his services in
worldly positions that offer greater lucrative inducement than the work he
chooses. Never once has he wavered,
for he looks "for a city which hath
foundations, whose builder and maker
is God."
During the years of devoted service,
this young native worker has demonstrated a call to the work of the ministry. In 1937 he was ordained a minister
of the gospel. As the hands of his brethren were laid upon him he rededicated
his life to the ministry of the word, willing to serve God no matter how mean
the task, or how great. True to his
pledge, Pastor Rore may be seen performing the most menial of tasks with
the people of the village, or engaging
in the highest work given to man, the
work of the ministry, with a contagious
zeal. Heaven's books alone can reveal
the results of the devoted service of this
dark-skinned soldier of the cross.
(To be concluded)
COUNSEL
CORNER
Conducted by the Missionary Volunteer
Department of the General Conference
Is it proper to attend the showing of
such motion pictures as "The Dionne
Quintuplets," "Good-by Mr. Chips,"
and "Young Tom Edison," if they are
shown, not in a theater, but in private
homes?
If all movies—books and associates,
too—could be divided into absolute good
and absolute bad, many of our problems
would be solved, but these days so many
things come to us not tagged or labeled
"right" or "wrong." How necessary it
is, then, for us to 'find a sanctified principle by which to choose and direct our
life course.
So many movies, even those such as
"Young Thomas Edison," abound with
many incidents that did not take place
in the man's life at all; and if they did,
they are magnified, and often in a cheap
and burlesque manner. The producers
and the players of these so-called "educational" dramatizations know full well
that the more the comical, the cheap, the
sentimental love plot—generally this is
quite pronounced—is emphasized, the
stronger will be the appeal to the appetite of the public, and the more such
movies will be patronized.
Now you want to know if it is proper
to show such pictures in your home.
Let me ask you a question : Would you
consider it proper for you to take the
place of any of the actors in the pictures in which there is impersonation
and dramatization? That is, would you
feel yourself justified to be any of the
characters, regardless of their particular
part and action in any of the movies in
which impersonation is required? Experience has taught us that any film
which depicts the life of some character,
ever so worthy, by dramatization and
impersonation generally falls below our
ideals.
There are, however, educational films
that deal with the real, such as the
"Dionne Quintuplets," travelogues, nature scenes, farming procedures, manufacturing projects, etc. To produce
these, no impersonation is necessary, no
actor is called upon to perform. This
is the type of educational film to which
we, as Christians, should resort.
D. A. OcHs.
A Musical Instrument
(Continued from page so)
not held rigid, it will rise for the high
notes, thus shortening the tube, and will
lower for the low notes. If this fact is
made use of, it will relieve the speaker
or the singer of much voice strain. The
muscle that controls the back of the
tongue should be developed so that 'the
throat may be made horn-shaped, but
the muscles just below at the voice box
should be relaxed.
The voice should de developed to its
fullest capacity if we would honor the
Giver, and use it to best advantage in
winning others to Him.
Listen to your own voice. Does it
sound pleasant to you? Is your speech
plain and distinct? Can others easily
understand what you say?
As we have already noticed, much
depends on the shaping of the mouth
and the throat. A very common failure
is in not opening up the mouth properly;
remember that the largest part of the
horn is the last portion of the tube.
Again it is impossible to talk or sing
properly without a good air supply in
the lungs. Correct habits of breathing,
sitting, and standing are essential to
voice culture as well as to the health.
Quality is a matter of overtones.
These some voices have in greater measure than do others, but the quality of
even the most ordinary voice can be
much improved.
"Who is a wise man . . . among you?
let him show out of a good conversation his works with meekness of wisdom." James 3:13.
SABBATH SCHOOL
LESSONS
SENIOR YOUTH
VIII—Paul and Barnabas at
Iconium, Lystra, and Derbe
(February 22)
LESSON SCRIPTURE: Acts 14.
MEMORY VERSE • Acts 14:i5.
LESSON HELP : 'Acts of the Apostles,"
pp. 177-187.
THE LESSON
1. Arriving in Iconium, after being forced
to flee from Antioch in Pisidia, where did
Paul and Barnabas go to preach? What results attended the preaching of the gospel?
Acts 14:1.
2. How did the Jews seek to arouse the
Gentiles against the apostles? In the face of
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opposition, what did Paul and Barnabas continue to do? How did the Lord confirm the
truthfulness of their words and the importance
of their message? Verses 2, 3.
3. What division among the people was
brought about by the preaching of the
apostles? What plot was formed against
them? To what cities did they flee? Verses
4-7.
NoTE.-"Driven by persecution from
Iconium, the apostles went to Lystra and
Derbe, in Lycaonia. These towns were
inhabited largely by a heathen, superstitious people, but among them were some
who were willing to hear and accept the
gospel message. In these places and in the
surrounding country, the apostles decided
to labor, hoping to avoid Jewish prejudice
and persecution."-"Acts of the Apostles,"
PP. 179, 180.
4. What man is mentioned among Paul's
hearers? What did Paul observe concerning
this man? How was the cripple healed?
Verses 8-10.
NOTE.-"In the presence of that idolatrous assembly, Paul commanded the cripple to stand upright upon his feet. Hitherto he had only been able to take a sitting
posture; but he now grasped with faith
the words of Paul, and instantly obeyed
his command, and stood on his feet for
the first time in his life. Strength came
with this effort of faith; and he who had
been a cripple walked and leaped as though
he had never experienced an infirmity."-
"Spirit of Prophecy," Vol. III, p. 362.
5. What impression was made on the people by this miracle? What names did they
apply to Paul and Barnabas? Verses 11, 12.
6. What preparation was made by the
priest of Jupiter to honor the apostles?
Verse 13.
7. How did the apostles show their abhorrence of the contemplated idolatry? Whom
did they tell the people to worship? Verses
14, 15.
8. What had God allowed all nations to do?
How had His power and love been manifested? What did the people at Lystra still
desire to do? Verses 16-18.
NOTE.-"The apostles endeavored to impart to these idolaters a knowledge of God
the Creator, and of His Son, the Saviour
of the human race. They first directed
attention to the wonderful works of God,
-the sun, the moon, and the stars, the
beautiful order of the recurring seasons,
the mighty snow-capped mountains, the
lofty trees, and other varied wonders of
nature, which showed a skill beyond human comprehension. Through these works
of the Almighty, the apostles led the minds
of the heathen to a contemplation of the
great Ruler of the universe."-"Acts of the
Apostles," p. 180.
"So firm had been their belief that these
men were indeed gods, and so great their
enthusiasm, that they were loath to acknowledge their error."-Id., p. 182.
9. Who still pursued Paul and Barnabas?
What did they persuade the people to do?
Verse 19.
NOTE.--"The disappointment that the
Lystrians had suffered in being refused
the privilege of offering sacrifice to the
apostles, prepared them to turn against
Paul and Barnabas with an enthusiasm
approaching that with which they had
hailed them as gods. Incited by the Jews,
they planned to attack the apostles by
force."-Id., p. 183.
10. As the disciples stood around Paul,
what took place? To what place did Paul
and Barnabas go the following day? Verse
20.
NOTE.-"To the believers this unexpected restoration of God's servant was regarded as a miracle of divine power, and
seemed to set the signet of Heaven upon
their change of belief. They rejoiced with
inexpressible gladness, and praised God with
renewed faith."-Id., p. 584.
11. After giving the gospel in Derbe, to
what places did the apostles return? What
did they seek to do at these places? Who
were ordained to oversee the new churches?
Verses 21-23.
12. Through what provinces did Paul and
Barnabas pass on the second stage of their
journey? To what place did they go to sail
for Antioch in Syria? Verses 24-26.
13. What report did the apostles make to the
home church at Antioch? How long did they
remain there? Verses 27, 28.
FEBRUARY 11, 1941
JUNIOR
VIII-Jesus Again Foretells His
Death; James and John
Seek Honor
(February 22)
LESSON SCRIPTURE: Matthew 20:17-28.
PARALLEL SCRIPTURES : Mark I o :32-45 ;
Luke 18:31-34.
MEMORY VERSE: "Whosoever will be
chief among you, let him be your servant."
Matt. 20 :27.
STUDY HELP : "The Desire of Ages,"
PP. 547-551.
PLACE: On the way to Jerusalem.
PERSONS: Jesus and His disciples; the
mother of James and John.
Setting of the Lesson
"The time of the Passover was drawing
near, and again Jesus turned toward Jerusalem. In His heart was the peace of perfect oneness with the Father's will, and
with eager steps He pressed on toward the
place of sacrifice. But a sense of mystery,
of doubt and fear, fell upon the disciples.
The Saviour 'went before them, and they
were amazed, and as they followed, they
were afraid.' Again Christ called the
twelve about Him, and with greater definiteness than ever before, He opened to
them His betrayal and sufferings."-"The
Desire of Ages, P. 547.
All men amone the Jews were required
to attend the Passover feast, and the roads
and byways were doubtless thronged with
travelers.
QUESTIONS
1. To what city was Jesus now going?
What opportunity did He make for talking to
His disciples privately? Matt. 20:17.
NOTE.-"II is now the end of March,
only a few days before the triumphal entry
into Jerusalem. Jesus is on His way from
Perea to the city of doom, and near Jericho, probably, where the mountains about
Jerusalem are in sight, He takes His disciples apart to warn them again of what
is in store for them. He is bound for
Jerusalem although He knows that a shameful death awaits Him there. Although He
knows? No, rather because He knows.
For the suffering and death are His crowning, for God has ordained that He shall
give His life a ransom for many. Yet the
disciples understood none of these things,
Luke tells us."-Tarbell.
2. What did He tell them would take place
at Jerusalem? Verses 18, 19.
Nozz.-Jesus foretells His sufferings at
this time more clearly than at any time
before. He had said that He would suffer
many things and be killed (Matt. 16:21),
and that He would be betrayed and killed
(Matt. 17:22, 23), but here He adds that
He will be condemned, and delivered to
the Gentiles, and that they should mock
Him and scourge Him and crucify Him.
For the comfort of His disciples, He repeats the promise that He will rise again
on the third day.
3. On the way to Jerusalem, who came to
Jesus with a special request? Verse 20.
NOTE.-We were first introduced to
these two sons of Zebedee in Matthew
4 :21. "John, the sun of Zebedee, had been
one of the first two disciples who had followed Jesus. He and his brother James
had been among the first group who had
left all for His service. Gladly they had
forsaken home and friends that they might
be with Him ; they had walked and talked
with Him ; they had been with Him in the
privacy of the home, and in the public
assemblies. He had quieted their fears,
delivered them from danger, relieved
their sufferings, comforted their grief, and
with patience and tenderness had taught
them, till their hearts seemed linked with
His, and in the ardor of their love they
longed to be nearest to Him in His kingdom. At every possible opportunity, John
took his place next the Saviour, and James
longed to be honored with as close connection with Him. Their mother was a follower of Christ, and had ministered to
Him freely of her substance. With a
mother's love and ambition for her sons,
she coveted for them the most honored
place in the new kingdom. For this she
encouraged them to make request."-"The
Desire of Ages," p. 548.
4. What was this request? Verse 21.
NOTE.-"In Thy kingdom," referred to
the kingdom which the disciples supposed
Jesus was about to set up on the earth.
They thought that Jesus would reign as
king of the Jews and overcome all their
enemies.
5. What answer did the :wither receive?
Verse 22, first part.
6. What did Jesus then ask the two sons?
What did they say they were able to do?
Verse 22, last part.
NOTE.-Jesus tried thus to remind James
and John that His kingdom was not like
the kingdoms of the world. Earthly kingdoms come by wars and fightings, and overturning others, and taking the best places
by force. To have a place in the kingdom
of heaven means forgetting self, loving
others, and becoming the servant of all,
as Jesus did. He had just told them of
the suffering and death soon to come to
Him in Jerusalem. Would they be able
to drink of the cup of suffering held out
to everyone who would enter the kingdom of glory? Would they be able to endure the baptism of persecution through
which every follower of the Lamb must
pass ?
7. What did Jesus say would indeed come
to pass? Verse 23, first part.
NOTE.-"To drink the cup," is an expression meaning, "to endure the portion
allotted to one," whether of good or of
evil. Here it means to endure the suffering that was in store for. Jesus. James
was put to death with the sword (Acts
12 :2), and John was sent into exile on the
rocky island of Patmos ; according to tradition he had been plunged headlong into
boiling oil, but suffered no injury from it,
and later died a natural death.
8. What did He say of the positions on
His right and on His left? Verse 23, last
part.
NoTE.-Why cannot Jesus assign these
places to whomsoever He will? Not because of a lack of power, but from regard
tojustice. The one who stands nearest
to Him will be he who on earth has possessed to the greatest degree the spirit of
His self-sacrificing love. The character decides the position.
9. When the other disciples heard what
James and John had asked, how did they
feel? Verse 24.
NOTE.-"When the ten heard of the request of James and John, they were much
displeased. The highest place in the kingdom was just what every one of them was
seeking for himself, and they were angry
that the two disciples had gained a seeming advantage over them."-Id., P. 549.
Topics to Think About
What makes a man or a woman truly
great?
What kind of greatness did Jesus wish
His disciples to attain ?
What temptations lie in the way of one
who determines to be greater than his fellow man?
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THE LISTENING POST
would take 8,000,000 galley slaves
to propel the "Queen Mary."
O IT
the 50,000,000 stars in our galaxy,
the Milky Way, about 30 explode each
year, according to Dr. Edwin Hubble,
Carnegie Institution astronomer.
O OF
O A BRONZE statue of the late Senator
Huey Long, of Louisiana, has been
placed in Statuary Hall of the United
States Capitol at Washington, D.C.
is an estimated 3,619,000 miles
of highways in the 21 American Republics, of which more than 3,000,000 are
within the borders of the United States.
O THERE
white is popularly regarded as a distinct color, and for all
practical purposes it is, technically it is
not a color, but a combination of all
colors.
O ALTHOUGH
denting is a strange job for a
technician, but that is the work of Ralph
Huston. It takes careful study and
handiwork to put in just the right dent
to express the character or mood of the
wearer, says Mr. Huston.
O HAT
highest atmospheric temperature
ever recorded is at Azizia in Libya136° F.—in the shade! But this was
only for one day. Death Valley, California, still holds the record for consistent high-average heat. The temperature
there has been as high as 102° for the
whole month of July.
O THE
collars long ago Arent out
of style, but their modern successors,
"vinylite" plastic shirt fronts for waiters
and bell boys, are gaining favor by leaps
and bounds. They are, of course, noninflammable, and, what is more to the
point, they are readily cleaned with a
damp cloth, aside from being completely
resistant to spilled foods and liquids.
O CELLULOID
a Frenchman from Strasbourg University, is
going steadily ahead with his archeological work in spite of the war. His
latest find is a magnificent tomb of the
ancient pharaoh, or king, Psusennes, in
Egypt. He discovered this burial place
at the site of the ancient city of Tanis,
the Zoan of the Bible and the San of
today, in the lower delta part of Egypt.
Psusennes lived approximately three
centuries later than Tutankhamen, and
was supposedly a father-in-law of King
Solomon.
O IN an emergency American workers
always seem equal to special tasks within
the range of their abilities. This is
exemplified by the successful construction of an emergency mechanical "iron
lung," or mechanical respirator, by thirty
metal-shop workers to save the life of
a coworker's 10-year-old son, stricken
with infantile paralysis in 'Grand Rapids,
Michigan. Cabell Pratt, son of an engineer of Post Products Company, sheetmetal fabricators, was stricken on a Sunday with infantile paralysis. Following
a frantic but fruitless State-wide search
for a respirator, the father reported his
dilemma to the chief engineer, and at
9:30 Tuesday morning the actual job of
constructing the "lung" began. The 30
workmen toiled continuously for 28
hours, and at 1:30 P.M. on Wednesday,
three full days before the disease reached
its crucial stage, the breathing machine
was complete, accurate to the last detail
of wires, valves, gauges, and electric
motors.
O PROFESSOR PIERRE MONTET,
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O A LATIN-AMERICAN broadcast network, extending the facilities of the
Columbia Broadcasting System to eighteen of the twenty Latin-American republics, is scheduled to begin operation
about September 1, 1941. Haiti and
Honduras are the only countries not
included in the plans, but negotiations
are under way to include them soon. The
new network already consists of thirtynine long-wave and twenty-five shortwave stations exclusively affiliated with
C.B.S. Two new 50,000-watt transmitters, WCBX and WCRC, are being
built at Brentwood, L.I., as well as eight
directional antennas, to reach the LatinAmerican stations. The programs, originating in the United States, which the
stations have contracted to rebroadcast
at least one hour daily, will be sent out
in Portuguese and Spanish.
laws of Turkey are an exact
duplicate of those of Switzerland.
O THE
State Constitution forbids a State income or inheritance tax.
O ALABAMA'S
and inheritance taxes have
been taboo in Florida since 1924. They
tend to frighten away rich settlers.
O INCOME
oldest continuously inhabited
city in the world is reputed to be modern
Erbil, Turkey, which is the Arbela of
the time of Alexander the Great.
O THE
largest "trailer town" in the
world is in Sarasota, Florida. Catering
especially to the trailer tourjst, the city
has a 30-acre reservation, with sewers,
city water, light and power connections,
and a huge recreation hall.
O THE
O AMERICAN production of aviation
from the southernmost tip
gasoline of all grades has reached a
of Florida north for 170 miles to Lake
record peak of about 45,000,000 gallons
a month, or more than 1,500,000 gallons
Okeechobee, and measuring about 70
a day.
miles east and west, extends a rockbottomed shallow basin. Its rim is a few
•
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IF a New Yorker makes a bet on an
feet above mean low tide in Biscayne
Bay. This watery area forms the fa- election, he loses his right to vote. The
Constitution of the State of New York
mous Everglades. It is really a lake, and
says : "No person . . . who shall make,
not a mammoth stagnant swamp as is
or become directly or indirectly interoften supposed; yet no surface water
flows into it. Heavy rainfall and sub- ested in, any bet or wager depending
upon the result of any election shall
terranean streams keep it clear, fresh,
vote at such election."
and in motion, for it has many outlets.
O PROBABLY not one person in a hundred
O WE will not have to pull down the
has ever seen a whippoorwill. Its melanshades or turn out the lights if the
choly song is one of the most familiar
blackout of war ever comes to America.
notes in the symphony of the summer
General Electric scientists are working
evening, but to the majority of listeners
on a combination of light and glass which
it is only a disembodied voice in the
will allow daylight to come in through
dark, for the bird has come as near to
our windows during the day, but keep
achieving invisibility as any living crealight from shining out at night. The
ture.
lighting experts feel sure that by putting
one color against another, they can bring O COMPARING
the Maginot Line with the
this startling possibility to reality.
new Pennsylvania Turnpike : 15,000 men
O So dependent is the human body worked on each ; the former involved
20,000,000 cubic yards of excavation, the
upon common salt that one of the legal
latter, 26,000,000; the former used 50,000
punishments once handed out by Dutch
tons of steel, the latter, 46,500; the forjudges was to deprive a culprit of his
mer used 2,500,000 cubic yards of con- ,
needed quota of it.
crete, the latter, 1,650,000. The Maginot
O AN average of approximately 1,100
Line took ten years to build, while the
carloads of foodstuffs are delivered by Turnpike was built in twenty months.
the railroads in New York City and
O INGENIOUS constructors of the radio
suburbs every 24 hours.
tower KFAR, near Fairbanks, Alaska,
buried more than eight miles of heavy
copper ground wires without first digging trenches. These cables were plowed
eighteen inches underground. They
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extend to a distance of 500 feet in all
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TODAY
O How to get rid of dandelions that
spoil the lawn is a question that has
vexed many a homeowner. But one
man has discovered the solution. He
knew that salt is a weed killer if applied
in sufficient concentration, and that he
could get plenty of it. The problem was
not to kill the grass along with the
weed. So he decided to try inserting a
salt tablet into the heart of the dandelion
by stabbing the root with a knife, and
then pressing the tablet into the stub by
foot. He used 90 to 102 grains. The
dandelions shriveled up and died under
this treatment, each leaving a bare spot
about the size of a quarter. These spots,
however, rapidly healed, and in two
weeks grass had covered them.