thought was the gracious
portal ? Who knew the
comfort of a wide fireplace
on a cold night and placed
the chimney where it is?
When I find a house that
pleases me, I ask who designed it, who was responsible for its becoming features. Upon learning, I
keenly watch for more
buildings planned by
that architect, questioning
whether or not I would
wish him to build a house
for me.
Not all houses remain
the way they were planned
by the original builder.
But while some fall into
decay or are remodeled
to suit a different taste,
others grow old gracefully
and still others are deceiving. A lovely ivy vine
may grace the dingy haunt
of a miser ; well-painted
panels hide the loneliness
of a death-ridden mansion ;
fine fronts be only a shield
to neglect and decay.

People are like houses.
One sees them passing by.
Hundreds throng the busy
streets as buildings line
their walks. One wonders
what may be behind the
brows that knit their way
down crowded thoroughfares and move off into the
shadows. Many go, cold,
stern, and forbidding, striking no note of response
H. N. LAIIIIERT
in me, and then I see a
Because I Met You, I Have Found the Master Architect for My Owa House of Life
face that makes me wonder
about the interior of that
soul house. Occasionally
HERE is something ever so en- an experience is always a mild adven- one has an opportunity to enter such
ticing about being on the outside ture, even if the structure is in such a house, which in the light of pleasof anything, that makes one de- varying stages of development as to ant circumstance seemed beautiful and
sire to look in. All of us at some time send one clambering over planks and charming. Perhaps we make our entrance as far as the front hall and find
have walked along a strange city street plaster bags.
and wondered what was behind the
One wonders about the architect who that all the connecting doors are tightly
closed doors of the homes facing it— drew the plans for walls and towering closed except one, through which we
some tall, cool, dignified; others long cupolas of the homes of our grand- catch a glimpse beyond, revealing frivand low and friendly looking. What fathers with the same interest that one olous vacantness. And even more disis more tantalizing than to wander sometimes inquires about the designer appointing, beneath it we discover a
through an almost-completed house of a comfortable cottage or an abun- crumbling foundation.
and speculate just how it will look dant abode today. Whose taste made
And then as I went on searching
when it is ready for occupancy? Such the roof low and leaning? Whose faces, I saw your (Turn to page 3)
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OR the past six months carpenters,
electricians, plumbers, plasterers,
cabinetmakers, and painters have held
sway on the third floor of the Review
and Herald Pnblishing Association
headquarters. The manager, editors,
artists, proofreaders, and secretaries,
who could not do otherwise than carry
on in the midst of the upset, have
.;,,dodged in and out, climbed over and
Crawled under, worked at desks moved
hither and yon, and generally been in
the craftsmen's way. For we have
been remodeled !
Now that beautifully arranged order
is evolving out of the seemingly hopeless chaos, I am impressed with the
importance of plans when any construction project is under way. Frequently during .these hectic months we
have questioned how this or that was
going to be "when it is finished." The
construction boss was wont to soothe
our curiosity by bringing out his blueprints. And always he ended his illustrated lecture with the observation:
"We just follow the plan, you see.
When you start out to build something, you have to have a plan ; and
if you follow that plan, everything
comes out all right." Which it has !
Yes, there's no getting around it—
plans are important. Come to think of
it no one working at anything, be it
a building or a life, succeeds without a
plan.
OB and Jack were spending the
B
vacation months at the farm home
of a favorite uncle, who brought back
from town with him one day a
chest of miniature construction tools
for each boy. Saw, hammer, plane,
chisel, square, screwdriver—not one
tool was missing.! Delighted—yes,
thrilled—they began to clamor for a
place to work. Uncle Ben arranged
a bench in a light, airy corner of the
basement, half of it for each boy. Material to build with? They would find
it out in the truck, and soon it was
placed in two neat piles—one at each
end of the worktable. Now the embryo carpenters were ready for business. Uncle Ben watched them with
interest.
Bob thoughtfully looked into his
open chest; then he took out the instruction book and, seating himself on
his pile of boards, began to read it
carefully. As the use of each tool was
explained, he took it out, examined it,
and then placed it on the bench where
it would be within easy reach. Jack
did not bother even to open the instruction book. Every tool came out
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of his chest in a jumble as he turned
it upside down on his section of the
worktable, and without stopping to arrange them in any kind of order, he
seized the saw, picked up a board, and
started to work.
"What are you going to make,
Jack ?" Uncle Ben asked.
"Oh, I'm going to build something
tremendous," the boy assured him,
"something I'll think up all by myself
as I go along. I'm not going to follow
any old pattern." He directed a superior glance in studious Bob's direction.
"And what is this 'something tremendous' and original going to be ?"
Uncle Ben was persistent in his questioning.
"I don't quite know—yet," Jack answered absently as he sawed and hammered away.
"How about you, Bob? What are
you going to make ?"
Bob looked up into his uncle's eyes
from the page of models he was studying, and answered : "I think I'll start
with something easy—maybe this birdhouse. If I follow the plan and measurements as they are given, I ought
not to have any trouble, and that way
I'll learn how to handle the tools right.
Then when I've finished that, I'll try
something harder. There are a lot
of dandy patterns in the back of the
book. Someday I'd like to make a
bookcase for my room."
"Fine." encouraged Uncle Ben.
"And when you're ready for the bookcase, I have some grained oak lumber
stored in the barn that will be just the
thing to use."
"Could I have some of the oak
boards too ?" Jack wanted to know.
"When you have decided just what
you're going to build," Uncle Ben
smiled, "and have drawn a plan which
you can follow, then we'll see about
it." And he added, "Can you tell us
yet what you're making there ?"
"N-o-o, not exactly," jack acknowledged, "only that it's going to be diferent and—and—gigantic !"
Uncle Ben watched him for a few
minutes, then suggested: "Wouldn't it
be better to follow the instructions in
the book. The person who prepared
them and drew the plans for beginners
to model was experienced in the use
of tools and in building. He knew
just what he was doing, which you,
Jack, don't seem to know. Why don't
you and Bob start together and build
the same things for a while ?"
"Because I don't want to," answered
jack.

The days passed one by one. Bob,
working carefully, soon had a birdhouse of which he was proud. Then
he began trying his skill at more complicated designs. Jack had a hodgepodge that was good for nothing and
resembled nothing so much as chaos.
Bob continued to enjoy his tools
through the summer and found much
satisfaction in the attractive bookcase
he had ready to take home with him,
but Jack soon lost interest in his tools.
"Building is no fun," he declared,
"I'd rather go fishing." Which he
did !
People react to life in the selfsame
way. Some have a plan. Some have
none. Some are willing to follow a
plan. Some are not. Those who
have a plan and are willing to follow
it live reasonably happy, satisfactory
lives. The others live pointlessly and
are unhappy in the realization that
they are not accomplishing anything
worth while.

VIVID memory of my childhood
A
is Amelia Yaegle. She was a
short, stout German-Russian eighteenyear-old girl, and how she could work !
Where she came from I do not know,
but there was not the shadow of a
doubt about where she intended to go,
for she had a plan. The fact that she
had almost no education was a handicap to be overcome, but not an insurmountable obstacle by any means.
Purposefully she entered school
with the second-grade children and
struggled with arithmetic and grammar. Some folks said, "You'll never
make it, Amelia." But she squared
her shoulders and declared with conviction, "I may not be a nurse from
the Nebraska Sanitarium ; but nevertheless I shall be a nurse !"
And she was—eventually. A good
one, too But if she had not made a
plan and been willing to follow it
purposefully, she would have spent her
life cooking and scrubbing in somebody's kitchen, bemoaning her fate.
ArES, friend o' mine, plans are allimportant, whether you are constructing a building or a life. Sometimes it may be necessary to revise
them and make a new set of blueprints, but don't risk trying to live a
worth-while life without having a
well-thought-out pattern and the will
to follow it.

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'house ! It puzzled me at first. Neither
towering pillars nor shining brass
adorned the portal ; no formal hedge
encased the yard nor did the garden
blossom with bric-a-brac. There was
a strange sifnplicity and genuineness
about the structure, that made me
pause. Beautiful shining windows
looked straight across at me; and
though I hardly dared to think what
might lie beyond their depth, your
quiet smile encouraged me to step up
to your door and knock meekly in hope
that you would ask me to enter.
When I reached the door, I found
that it was already open as though it
were waiting for me. Unquestioningly
you asked me into a long white hall
and to the spaciousness beyond. The
place looked particularly plain. To my
eyes, accustomed to clutter, it appeared
almost bare at first; but then I realized
that it was restraint and simplicity.
Everywhere there was harmony in
color and a pleasant order. A bright,
even light filled every room and shone
out through those windows, and from
deep within I heard music, not jangling and loud, but 'soft and beautiful.
The whole atmosphere was that of
unity, beauty, and fineness to such an
extent that I immediately cried, "Who
could have been your architect? I
have never seen such a lovely place in
my life. Did he charge a fabulous fee?
Each detail shows restraint and refinement and perfect taste."
You smiled graciously and replied,
"I would like nothing better than to
have you meet my Architect, for you
can have Him design your house, too..
He is a Master Builder of long experience. He made the first two houses
ever built in the world, but an enemy
came in and partially destroyed those

first homes. Since then this Artist has quickly explained that He would supbeen employed in making over old ply the pieces needed and that I could
houses. He is a genius at this work find them nowhere else. I consented
and interiors are His specialty. He and He brought them as He had promcan do what no other architect has ever ised—objects delightful to behold.
done. Liking nothing better, He de- Their comfort was such as I had never
lights in making a miserable hovel into known, but downcast was my heart
a glorious mansion."
when I saw that the rest of my old
Ruefully my mind dashed fleeting things did not harmonize with those of
glances at my own house. It had sud- His making, and thus it went.
denly taken on a grimy hue. It was
It was all a gradual change. Somepoor, unkempt and run-down, preten- times I hesitated to part with the
tious and proud. Surely that wonder- lifelong articles of my existence ; but
ful Architect would never consent to He put in their places things of
remodel my old self.
much greater value and made me feel
As these thoughts struck my heart I ashamed that I had doubted the wisheard your words, "Of course you can dom of His working. I was always
have Him too, for His only fee is your delighted eventually with what He did
desire. You need only want Him, ask to my house, and looked forward to the
Him, let Him in. He is knocking at time when all would be finished. Then
your door right now."
He explained that He desired to live
I was amazed and could scarcely be- there with me and that unless I asked
lieve it. For such a One I had been Him to cease working, or made it imsearching. I asked Him to start work possible for Him to continue, He never
immediately.
would be finished as long as I live,
This Man works in a wonderful way. for this renovation was to be a work
It frightened me a bit at first, for He of a lifetime.
moved my whole house onto a firm
"Oh, then go on," I begged Him,
foundation, a Rock. But you had cau- overjoyed with the thought.
tioned me never to question what He
He worked in first one part of the
did, because it is always for the best house and then another, making revoand for the beauty of the whole. And lutionary changes, bringing in more
so it proved. His every move was in and more furniture and hangings made
His blueprints for me.
with His own hands, until all things
Next He gave me windows that let began to harmonize. At length He
in a new light—such penetrating light came upon the attic. Now anyone's
that some of my poor furnishings attic is commonly a sight to behold.
looked suddenly threadbare and broken Mine was stacked with odds and ends
and worn. He seemed to feel that it of mere trash, really, but some of these
would be well to replace them with new things I truly treasured.
designs; but I was plunged into deSurely, I thought, little things like
spair to know where or how to find those will not trouble Him. Can it be
that which would please Him, harmo- that they must go ?
nize with what I had, and still not look
Go they did, but not without a strugtoo strange in that new light. He gle. When at last ( Turn to page ri)

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By RAYMOND CRAWFORD

A man came up to the house one day,
And he asked of me in a friendly way,
"Have you any old gold that I can buy?" '
"I'm afraid I haven't," was my reply.
He chided, "Come now, look around;
You'll be surprised what can be found
In this same house. For as I go
From house to house, they all say no;
But a scanty search uncovers some
'Most anywhere I chance to come."
So I searched the house, and here and there
I found small bits of the metal rare.

JULY 27, 1943

He grinned at me and walked away;
And I learned my lesson for the day.
Any old talent? any old song?
Any kind word to help along?
Any old smile a face to light?
Any old chance to do what's right?
Does the world hold in its hand for me
Any old opportunity?
Any new friend that I might know?
Any old pleasure in doing so?
And I chuckle and think, Life's not so bad,
For I've more old gold than I thought I had.

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The Money I Have Eearned Has
More Than Paid My School Bills

parent stock free from disease is all
important, we learned. Then, too, pullets should be bred from the "good
layer" type of eggs. Finally we selected a reliable hatchery and found
the manager interested in our success.
He had good chicks and was anxious
that they should live and develop into
a healthy flock.
A neighbor who lived across the
field came to see them. "Ach !" she
exclaimed, "von leedle bit of vind and
they are gone !" But we did not find
it so. They needed only clean surroundings, plenty of warmth, clean
water, and suitable feed. How they
grew ! In less than a week little wing
feathers appeared, and in a few more
days they all had diminutive tails.
How they ate ! Their tiny feet made
the bright yellow straw fly as they
scratched for food.
They were a month old now and had
quite outgrown their brooder. We
moved them to a larger house and,
flushed with success, we decided to buy
two hundred more day-old chicks. It
was April and the days were warmer.
It would be easier to care for them.

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J. C. ALLFN

NE hundred ninety-eight, one
hundred ninety-nine, two hundred," counted Mother as she
lifted the last fluffy balls of down from
the cardboard cartons and placed them
carefully under the electric brooder.
What lovely little chicks they were,
with their bright little black eyes looking trustingly at the world about them.
I had a vital interest in those chicks.
For months Mother and I had held
long and earnest consultations over the
subject uppermost in our minds. How
could money be earned for me to attend the academy when September
came ? Many were the ways and
means we considered, but most of them
seemed impractical for various reasons.
At lalt we decided to raise chickens.
The only count against this plan was
that neither of us knew anything about
raising chickens. We had always lived
in the city and only recently had moved
to a little place in the country.
Hearing of our plans, our friends
and neighbors came in to give us advice, which was by no means encouraging. "The surest way to lose money,"
one said, "is to put it into chickens.
Why I have known people who went
into the chicken business and lost all
they put into it and more." "I was
getting along nicely," another told us,
"when some disease struck my flock
and they all died." "And anyway,"
added his companion, "chickens just

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eat their heads off." Dire forebodings
filled our minds, but we were not
discouraged. We would ask God to
help us.
It was evident that we ought to seek
authoritative information about the
business before starting. So we sent
for bulletins from the United States
Department of Agriculture. One
pamphlet described in detail the equipment needed and the methods of caring for poultry; another described the
common ailments of chickens and told
how to recognize the symptoms and
gave methods of preventing disease.
From others we learned additional information and our interest grew as we
spent evening after evening studying
it. We read that a chicken really is a
complex organism. The period from
the time it enters this world to the age
of maturity is only about six months.
The very speed with which it matures
means that it is subject to many ills.
We decided to consult our State
university concerning a good hatchery
from which to buy our chicks. The
man in charge was kind and helpful.
Selecting strong, healthy chicks from

So we made our purchase. The older
ones were out-of-doors every bright
day. They scratched and ran about in
the warm sunshine, enjoying it and
absorbing in their bodies the precious
vitamin D from the sun's rays. This
is very important for baby chicks, as
they get rickets more quickly than do
human babies. Even the mash they
ate was well fortified with cod-liver
oil to guard against this danger. Vitamin A they need also in great abundance. We tried to make sure that
they had enough of this by providing
for them a large grassy space where
they could run. How eagerly they ate
the green grass!
Our bulletins, which we consulted
frequently, stressed again and again
the need of scrupulous cleanliness and
sanitation to prevent poultry diseases.
We did our best, cleaning and disinfecting the watering dishes of our
chicks and keeping their houses spotless. All this required much time, attention, and hard work ; but I was
happy. I had visions of nests full of
high-grade fresh eggs when September
came. Those eggs ( Turn to page 13)
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The Teat at the And
By JOSEPHINE CUNNINGTON EDWARDS
,NTHAT to do with this youngest child of hers—that was
the problem that occupied Ma
Herkimer's thoughts. Perty as a piney,
the girl hadn't seemed to pour into the
good old Herkimer mold as had Marthy and Ed, Julia, Tomps, and Jamie.
They'd been contented enough to drift
out of village school into peaceful contented home jobs or workin' fer the
neighbors. Marthy and Julie had both
worked out to help get their weddin'
clothes. Married good, too, both on
'em. Marthy's man had as good a
farm as anyone in the county. Heired
it off'n his grandpappy who was rich
and closefisted. But he died last winter and left the whole kit and bilin' to
Jed Wells. Marthy sure had her nest
feathered comf'table and livin' on the
very next farm to home, too.
That made Ma Herkimer feel expansive and comfortable. The other
married children weren't so far away
that a few minutes in their various cars
could not bring them all home for
Sunday dinner often, and always on
Thanksgiving and Christmas. Her
huge kitchen, running the full width at
the back of the great two-story farmhouse, was a place anyone would enjoy
visiting. All five of the senses usually
were gratified by so doing. The smooth
warmth from the great shining range,
which grinned a toothy red smile at
you from the depths of its amiable hot
grates ; the song of the teakettle ; the
bubble of soup ; the crackle of the fire ;
or the purring of the old brindle tomcat, who had taken possession of a
bright braided rug directly in front
of the oven door—all taken together
made a picture of clean, homely beauty
which appealed to feeling, smelling,

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and hearing. The great table, oilcloth
covered but spotless, dominated one
end of the room. The big sideboard
with its dish of apples and its display
of old-fashioned, ornate plates was a
substantial part of the attractive scene.
And you wouldn't be long in Ma Herkimer's house before your sense of
taste was gratified, for she was a cook
of the old school and well known for
her' hospitality. A broad, motherly
woman who would laugh melba-toastlettuce-leaf reducing diets to scorn and
bring on great wedges of apple pie,
pitchers of creamy milk, and regular
paving blocks of chocolate cake—such
was Ma Herkimer.
How this youngest child of hers, Sue
Rena, should get it into her pretty head
she needed an education dumbfounded
her mother. Why she had 'tended high
school, callin' Ed or Pa away from
chores every mornin' to take her into
Winthrop. She wouldn't rest, neither,
till she graduated and that's more'n ary
one of the other Herkimer children
had wanted to do.
Now college ! Ma was flabbergasted.
It stood to reason Sue Rena'd up an'
git married one o' these days ; then
what good would larnin' do ? Anyhow, how much good would that algebray do in churning up some good
butter ? Ma had never looked inside
a textbook of higher mathematics, and
her butter, pound cake, and salt-risin'
bread won first prize in the State fair
every year.
But the object of her anxiety had
just as square and firm a chin as Ma.
True, the sweet, fragrant flesh covering it gave her a wistful look that
seemed tempered with a never-failing
courage. She had the same indomi-

table pluck that Pa Herkimer had when
his father's death left him saddled and
swamped with debts not his own, which
he felt honor-bound to pay. It took
years, but he had struggled up and out.
To Sue Rena high school had been
but the appetizer—the hors d'oeuvres
if you please—suggestive of a delectable meal that could follow. To deny
her this would be to deny food to the
starving. But Ma could not understand. To her, all things were mundane. If one had bread, why need
he hunger for hyacinths ?
It was settled at a conclave the very
next Sunday when the whole Herkimer tribe came home for Sunday dinner. Ma was in her element. The
table groaned with food her children
loved. After the meal Sue Rena's case
was taken up and discussed pro and
con, right over the girl's head. Her
sisters were inclined to be a little smug
and laughed at her ambitions. Julia
turned to her and said, "Oh, Sue,
don't be silly ! Give that Joe Danforth a little encouragement. You've
had 'ffigh ;' why not let well enough
alone ?"
Martha took up the argument a little
patronizingly, "Oh, Sue, where'll college get you ? You know men shy
away from a strong-minded, educated
woman. You could marry Joe just as
easy as not and be comfortably settled
on a farm near here. Then we girls
could be together." She fell silent for
a few minutes. The chubby baby in
her arms had fallen asleep and she
tenderly smoothed the fuzzy hair on
his head. Then she continued, "I
hate to see our circle broken, Sue.
We have so much fun. Please marry
Joe."
But Sue Rena only shook her head.
She saw a glimmer beyond her narrow
horizon that none of her brothers or
sisters had seen. Maybe someday she
could be content to settle down. But
the world of books looked enchanting
and beckoned the girl to come and investigate its wonders and mysteries. Eventually with her family's goodnatured but reluctant help, Sue Rena
found herself in the wide halls of Big
Stone Business College in a thriving
Southern city not too far from home..
Even though her brothers had promised to divide her expenses and pay
every cent of them and her sisters had
pledged themselves to help with her
clothes, Sue Rena resolved to be as
self-sufficient as possible. She was an
independent miss and determined to
take as little help as possible.
While she was in the registrar's
office signing up for the course she
was to take, she timidly asked the
young woman at the desk if there was
any chance of securing employment in
the city where she could work for her
room and board. "Employment office,
room ioi in the basement," replied the

Sue Rena Herself at Work in the Union
College Business Office

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girl mechanically, not looking up from
her typewriter.
When Sue Rena made inquiry at
the employment office, the woman in
charge looked her up and down curiously. "Think you could handle our
very best 'place' for girls ?" she asked.
"You receive a small wage in addition
to room and board. And besides you
get your car tokens to and from the
school. They are fine people and very
particular. They like things so-so."
Sue had been trained in the gentle
art of housekeeping under Ma's exact
hand. She knew that she knew how
to cook and how to clean and keep
house.
"Of course I can," she answered
simply. "They would have to be very
particular to be more so than my
mother."
"Well, then come on and I'll take
you out there," suggested Miss Martin. "It's my quitting time anyway
and I live in that direction. I'll introduce you."
They were skimming along the
smooth, tree-lined avenue when the
woman beside Sue Rena suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, yes, I forgot to tell
you one thing, Miss Herkimer. They
have one little eccentricity that you
might not like. They keep Saturday
for Sunday and you do all your Saturday work on Friday."
"Oh, I shall not mind that," laughed
Sue.
"Yes, but you get no bacon, ham,
coffee, tea, or pork chops. The other
girls who have worked there say that
they set a very good table though,
and they certainly didn't lack for
food."
"If I get too hungry, I can always
drop a word to my mother. She
canned everything you can. think of in
the meat line and I never did care a
great deal about coffee or tea."
"I think you'll probably get on all
right then," agreed Miss Martin as
she brought her little coupe to a standstill before an attractive English-style
brick house. There were evergreens
close to the house and the lawn that
swept out to meet the street was as
smooth as velvet. A flagstone walk
curved gracefully around the front
stoop where two gleaming white
benches stood on either side of a wide
front door. Miss Martin smiled at
Sue Rena as she pressed the doorbell.
"They really are very nice," she
whispered.
When Mrs. Compten answered the
door, Sue Rena fell in love with her
at once. She was very small and girlish, and two adorable children were
clinging to her skirts. A tiny boy in
sturdy blue hickory overalls peeped at
her solemnly from behind his mother's
slight figure, and a lovely little girl
of about four with braided hair and
print dress and half hose looked up at
her too. Sue Rena felt as if she were
being measured, itemized, and catalogued.
After the introductions Mrs. CompPAGE 6

ten took her into the kitchen, where
the maid who was leaving was just
finishing up the morning work. "Mr.
Compten and I are making a little trip
this week end," she said. "Mary can
help you get into the swing of things
before she leaves next Monday."
Mary proved to be very pleasant
and was lavish in her praise of her
employers. The children had gone
out to the sand pile again, so she spoke
of them. "They're just as sweet and
nice children as you'd ask for. I
wouldn't leave, but I was graduated
last June and have been waiting for
just the secretarial job that I wanted.
I got it last week and gave the Comptens notice, but I surely hate to leave."
Sue soon fitted herself into the
round of her work and schooling. She
found plenty of time for study in the
evening in her own pleasant room
next to the nursery, where little Caroline and Alden slept. It took only a
few minutes to tuck them into bed and
then she had several hours in which
to practice shorthand and work on
bookkeeping.
One Saturday morning Mrs. Compten asked her if she would take the
children to church.
"I caught this cold last week, Sue
Rena, and my head is bursting. I
hate to ask you, dear, but it is thirteenth Sabbath and the children have
parts on the program."
Sue laughed to herself. Such hard
work : taking two little children to
church. Of course she consented to
to do as she was asked. Mr.. Compten took them in his car, for it was
pouring rain. At the sight of the
church Sue was much surprised. It
was a plain structure, painted white
and set on a corner. A walk ran diagonally across the lawn to meet a corner entrance. The entry room was
full of coats and overshoes. Mr.
Compten took the children to their
section which was somewhere in the
basement. Presently he returned and
took Sue to what he called the "young
people's class."
What most people would consider
an ordinary, everyday lesson study was
marvelous to Sue. She noted that
many in the class had studied their
lesson daily. She asked for and received a Quarterly, deciding on the
spur of the moment to attend this
church again. That week she studied
her Sabbath school lesson daily with
Mrs. Compten's help.
"Why," she exclaimed after the two
had gone through the texts together
one evening, "there must be something
to your religion ! But tell me, why do

"The

way to climb is to
remain on the level."

you keep Saturday instead of Sunday ?"
Mrs. Compten smiled a little and
briefly explained to Sue Rena the
events of the great apostasy. Then
she took two books out of the cases by
the fireplace and asked her to look up•
the subject in them. One was "History of the Sabbath," by J. N. Andrews, and the other was "The Great
Controversy."
Sue Rena had to force herself to.
study school lessons after that. If she
had had her own way, she would have
devoted all her free time to the Sabbath question.
By the end of a month, the girl was
fully convinced that Saturday is the
Sabbath of the Lord. She fairly drank
in the lessons she studied and the sermons she heard at the little church,
and showered Mr. and Mrs. Compten
with questions when she was at home.
Then she began to observe the Bible
Sabbath, much to her employers' surprise and joy.
One week the young people invited
her to a social. Sue Rena went, of
course, and was pleased to find that
even the pleasures indulged in by this
group of people, though they were different from those to which she had
been accustomed, were really very satisfying. Later the Missionary Volunteer leader asked her to take a part in
their young people's program on Friday evening. She accepted the little
talk outline with some misgivings,
worked hard on preparation, and somehow gave it, frightened though she
was.
Sue Rena looked down at the sea of
friendly faces that evening as she made
her first public speech and her heart
swelled with joy. The power and the
glory of the wonderful message she
had found thrilled her through and
through. These were helpful, worthwhile friends, and she felt that she was
a part of the group now.
Her letters home created a great
furor. Of course they were enthusiastic and bubbling over with zeal.
Ma Herkimer wrung her gnarled and
work-worn hands and called everyone
to witness that it was none of her
doings.
"She's unbalanced, she's teched in
the head, I tell you she is," she moaned.
"Sue ain't ever been strong, and now
she's studied and worked so hard it's
'fectin' her brain piece. Tomps, Eddie,
Julie, Marthy, do somethin'. Write to
her, all of you !" So all of them duly
promised to write and Sue received a
regular avalanche of protesting letters.
Though she did not then know it, she
was not the first one accused of being
unbalanced because she believed the
truth of the third angel's message.
Paul was once accused in the words,
"Much learning hath made thee mad."
But the letters only served to sharpen
Sue Rena's zeal. It is ever thus. Once
embraced, truth is so clear, so plain,
so irrefutable that one wonders why
all the world cannot see it, does not
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accept it.
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4

L. A. HANSEN

IONEER
ROVIDENCES

TARTING our treatment rooms
at Nashville was truly a pioneer
job. For one thing it was the
first treatment room of any pretensions
established by Seventh-day Adventists.
My brother, L. F. Hansen, had operated a small place for a little while
at Atchison, Kansas. The horizontal
electric light cabinet sent to us from
Battle Creek Sanitarium was the first
one sent out from that center where
many such cabinets have since been
made and shipped.
Our large 24 by 85 foot room had to
be divided off into food store, treatment rooms, and living quarters. Then
the treatment rooms had to be partitioned into waiting rooms, dressing
rooms, massage booths, spray room,
and so forth. Since our means were
limited, this had to be done the cheapest way and that was by doing it ourselves, with what help was donated by
our good friends, Fred and Ben Spire,
who stood by for service at night after
their regular work hours.
Our Nashville church
was naturally interested in
the new venture. The
membership at that time
was rather small, and
meetings were held in a
room on Woodland Avenue, the entrance to which
was through a paint shop
hallway filled with ladders,
paint buckets, and paint
smells. It was the best we
could do, and it was the
beginning of a good work
if not a good beginning.
We were then in the period of city missions. In
many cities of the United
States our churches were
operating missions for the
poor, the derelicts, and
such down - and - outers as
are usually reached by that
kind of work. There was
plenty of material in Nashville for such a mission.
It did not take much urging to interest our own
church in opening one, and
in due time we had the
Christian Help Mission
located near Hell's Half
Acre across from Links
Depot.
As I was the chief
"mover" in the mission
movement, the burden of
its operation was mine.
After working as long as

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JULY 27, 1943

PRAYING ABOUT
A BOILER
possible in the treatment room, I would
hurry over to the mission on my bicycle, conduct open-air singing, give
the evening talk, and then rush back to
work some more at partitions. It was
a busy time for all of us.
We had hung a sign in the window
announcing the opening of our treatment rooms on a certain day, but as
shipment of our equipment from Battle
Creek was held up for some reason,
we had to change the date. This was
done again and again, and explanations
were made to a waiting public. But
at last the shipment arrived. With it
came very explicit instructions about
how to hook up the boiler and the hot
and cold spray. A diagram showing
the hook-up was sent, as was also a
telegram again reminding us that the
connections had to be made just so.

We could understand the importance
of properly connecting the spray with
the hot and cold water supply. The
apparatus had to operate with precision both for proper therapeutic effects
and as a precaution against scalding
someone. On submitting the diagram
to a heating firm we were assured
that they could do it easily and correctly, so installation of equipment was
rushed. The last announcement sign
was hung, giving a definite opening
date. The installation was completed
just before quitting time the evening
before our day for opening. The
plumbers started a fire to prove their
work. We all gathered at the boiler
to see it work, more or less anxious,
of course.
The fire bur ,V
an to
heat, and th came a ba3v1;°f
ed
by more ban , knoc acip,g, and clan
At a severe b thaVfockl tic boil
d the hedtifsi. plan
and nearly w
the plumbers
italit the door
drew the fire and
- 5 '•
• mbers
What was the matter ?
carefully traced the diagram, comparing their work with it, and declared
that they did not know what the trouble was, nor did they know what to do.
They left their tools and went home.
We faced the inevitable in utter gloom.
Just then the city heating engineer
passed through the alleyway and we
called him in. He reviewed the plans
and the work but could not locate the
trouble. This was a real
dilemma. Battle Creek
was too far away to do us
any good. Tomorrow was
our opening day, and there
we were with the heart of
our treatment rooms not
functioning !
Experiences like this ire
calculated to sober people.
Ben Spire, Mrs. Hansen,
and I were sobered as we
sat down to talk it over.
We reviewed our experiences of the past weeks,
probing hard into our
work. We had been busy
here and there for the
Lord, putting in treatment
rooms and running a mission. But we realized that
we had also given way to
more or less lightness,
probably to ease the pressure of the work.
It was quite clear to us
that while we had been
busy working for the Lord,
we had not taken enough
time for Bible study and
prayer to prepare ourselves
for that work. And now,
facing the opening of what
was to be another link in
God's institutional work

Treatment Rooms and Health
Food Store in Nashville Pros.
pered Under God's Blessing
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and, as we were to know better later,
the beginning of a larger work for the
South, we were to learn more of what
it meant to depend entirely upon our
heavenly Father.
We reviewed His promises to give
wisdom to him that asks and not to
upbraid. Somehow there came to me
the word from the third chapter of
John : "Man can receive nothing, except it be given him from heaven," and
I made application of it to our situation. God would show us what to do
with that boiler if we would ask Him.
We knelt in prayer making our confessions, earnestly seeking forgiveness,
and asking wisdom for our need. We
rose from our knees confident that God
had heard our cry.
First we opened the water drain to
empty the boiler ; then we hurried over
to the plumbing shop and found our

men still there. We secured the privilege of using their tools and shop equipment as we might need. Ben Spire
was not a plumber and neither was I,
but as we unscrewed those pipes and
put them back the way we thought
they should be, we felt that every turn
of the pipe wrench was in the right
direction. We found the trouble, a
simple matter of the main check valve
having been installed in reverse so that
it sent the hot water in the opposite
diiection from which it should go.
It was midnight before our work was
done and we could again run water into
the boiler. But we lighted the fire with
assurance and were not surprised to
see the temperature go up and the
water begin to circulate without noise.
The boiler never again gave a bang !
Often after that when confronted
with what seemed a difficult or even

hopeless situation, we had but to say
to ourselves, "Remember the boiler."
And we found it easy to realize that a
boiler or any other material equipment
is not the most important thing in running a work for God. In later years,
as manager of the Nashville, Graysville, and Washington Sanitariums, I
profited many times by what I had
learned in our boiler lesson at Nashville.
Our treatment room doors opened
on schedule with our last announced
date. Women patients came in the
forenoon hours, men in the afternoon
and evening, which meant anywhere
up to midnight. We still gave home
treatments, arranging the hours to fit
with our treatment room program.
The public did not rush into our
treatment rooms. Nashville was and
is a conservative ( Turn to page 12)

BEYOND REACH

Do not be afraid to strive for a high
mark. The kitten was not. The higher
you aim the higher you will shoot, even
if you miss a bull's-eye. To put the
idea into the words of another, "If you
don't win, make the fellow ahead break
the record."
There is something stimulating in
having high aims, lofty ambitions.
"Make no small plans. They have no
power to stir men's blood." If you
need authority for this sentiment, you
will find it in "Testimonies for the
Church," Volume VIII, page 322: "Let
the student take the Bible as his guide,
and stand like a rock for principle, and
he may aspire to any height of attainment." That is a sentence to remember!
But what about the failures? Just a
minute now—not too fast. Are you
sure they are failures? Defeats, yes,
perhaps. Detours, maybe. But a failure as I understand failure, does not
come until every effort has been put
forth—until the last attempt has been
made. And you have not yet made that
last effort. Perhaps Paul had had an
experience just a little like that. He
tried to do many things, and all of
them good things, too, apparently, but
some of his plans he never was able to
carry out. Opposition followed him
and persecution hounded him. A lesser
man would have been frustrated to the
point of bewildered despair, but Paul
bravely declared : "Forgetting those
things which are behind, and reaching
forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark." If the
trials and obstacles which were Paul's
did not discourage him, maybe we—
you and I—are too easily deterred
from our objectives.
The next time I see the kitten reaching for something beyond his reach,
then turning to another object perhaps
still farther away, I hope I shall remember a few of these simple, common-sense conclusions. How about
you ?

Ey Llton -O. Pn.2.3
UR kitten showed me a neat
lesson the other day. I saw it
and was much interested in it.
Now don't ask me if I have learned it !
I myself do not know yet. But I probably shall find out as soon as the
appropriate set of circumstances confronts me.
You have watched a kitten, too,
haven't you ? Of course ; who hasn't ?
And you have seen it reach and stretch
for some object which attracts its attention. Often it fails in the attempt.
But it prances off to something else
which may be even farther out of its
reach and seemingly gives not a second
thought to its failure. If it cannot
reach the second desired object, it will
scamper off to the third and be happy
about it.
But if it is like the kitten I watched,
it will keep up its search for something
with which it can play. So I made this
not-too-astute observation : Persistence
rewards a cat.
There is another lesson which I
think I saw, but which I am not sure
I have actually learned. And that is
to reach up for what I want—really to
stretch myself for it. Now if the objective is a worthy one—and I hope it
would be—that is a much-to-be-desired
quality to have in one's make-up.
Shall we mention a few specific
things ? Maybe you wanted to go to
college or to an academy instead of
high school, or to .pursue some branch
of education a little further and were
not able to do it last year. So you had
to make a quick change-over in your
plans. Could you make it with the

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ease and the grace of the kitten as he
leaves the unattainable?
But suppose now, just suppose, that
you have your plans laid for another
year and all indications seem to point
to the possibility of carrying them
through to completion. Suddenly something happens and those plans have to
be laid aside. Then what? Well, if
you follow the example of the kitten,
you will turn to something else—
quickly.
Let us not deceive ourselves. A
certain amount of disappointment is
good discipline. It has in it the potentialities of building stamina, fortitude, and the ability to do an aboutface without feeling that the whole
world has "gone to pot." Versatility
—the ability to do more than one
thing—is a valuable asset in any life.
And if one does not learn it early,
sometimes one learns it later and under
less pleasant circumstances than would
otherwise be necessary.
What if you are planning to be a
musician? The ability to saw a board
to a line or drive a nail straight will
never lessen your musical talent, and
it will be most convenient to be able
to tinker around your home later on—
to put in cupboards where none now
exist, to change windows for more
agreeable light. See what I mean?
Never release your grip on your determination to be a musician, but if
you find you must detour, make the
most of it and get the most out of it.
Although you may see no reason for
it now, a good reason may be very
evident by and by.

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Prayer Is "the Key in the Hand of Faith That Unlocks Heaven's Storehouse"
to Each One of Us

Apaint //ow
TAvela With #ini
By DOROTHY HUNTON

W

HAT if I fail my examinations ?" wailed Betty. "Why,
I'm so worried I can hardly
sleep at night when I think about
them." Then in a burst of confidence
she added, "You know, last night I
was so worried that I even prayed
about them."
That last remark somehow stuck in
my mind, and as I walked home from
school that day, I found myself thinking about the real meaning of prayer.
Do we use this Heaven-bestowed opportunity merely as a last resort?
After all other means have failed, after
we have tried every other way around
some mountain of difficulty that rises
across our pathway, do we wait until
then before we cry to God for help?
JULY 27, 1943

It is true that "man's extremity is
God's opportunity," but it is often entirely unnecessary for man to reach
such extremities. If God were given
first place in the life always, many sad
and discouraging experiences might be
averted. Why is it then that we are
so neglectful of forming an intimate
and abiding friendship with Jesus
through daily and even hourly communion with Him?
There may be something in our lives
that is keeping us from enjoying this
blessed experience. Any sin, any unsurrendered treasure, is a barrier which
comes between God and the soul, and
breaks the contact with heaven. It is
Satan's first business to keep at least
one of these barriers set up in the door

of each heart. He well knows that
when there is "nothing between the
soul and the Saviour" the battle is lost
for him. He knows too that the surest
way for the Christian to rid himself of
these barriers is to persevere faithfully in secret prayer. No wonder,
then, that it appears almost impossible
to find the time for an unhurried,
heart-to-heart talk with the Master
each day.
What are some of the obstacles
which Satan places in the way of our
realization of this close fellowship with
Jesus ? From my own experience I
believe that one great difficulty lies in
giving up too soon. The apostle Paul
tells us that we are to "pray without
ceasing." To succeed in any undertaking, we must persevere until the
desired object is obtained. This is
especially true of prevailing prayer.
Satan is constantly on hand with reasons why you should not engage in
prayer today. He knows that if he can
influence you to neglect prayer just
once, the next time it will be much
easier, and the next time easier still ;
until, finally, he is able to break completely your contact with the Saviour.
When the Holy Spirit comes to
arouse you out of this fatal spiritual
sleep, you begin to pray again, but
there is something wrong. Somehow
heaven does not seem so near, nor
Jesus so real as before. Now it requires much perseverance and determined effort to mend the broken connection. How much easier it would
have been to resist the devil at the very
first temptation to neglect the exercise
of prayer! If you would enjoy a successful prayer life, then remember that
perseverance is an important factor.
Another barrier which the devil
often sets up at the heart's door is that
of depending too much upon feeling.
You must persevere in prayer regardless of how you may feel. Of course
you should know that all is right in
your heart, that you have confessed
and put away all sin ; but it is not necessary to experience a feeling of sorrow, joy, or any other emotion every
time you pray. God wants us to exercise the faith that He has given us—
to believe that He answers our prayers
because He has promised to do so in
His word. He is not pleased when we
depend upon our feelings instead of
upon the "exceeding great and precious
promises." I do not mean to infer that
it is wrong to experience deep emotion,
for it is not. It is wrong only when
the sincerity of the religious experience
is based upon the show of emotion. If
our prayers are fervent and sincere, we
can rest assured that God will hear and
answer them even though we have no
tangible proof.
The greatest need of humanity in
this restless, Christless age is to spend
more time in prayer. Not spasmodic
prayer when some great crisis impends, but daily, unhurried, earnest
prayer is needed. If you would find
peace, leave all the ( Turn to page 13)
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g Want to ile

A DOCTOR
*

*

*

INCE I was just a little boy my
ambition has been to be a doctor.
That ambition has been burning
deep within me all these years, and I
expect it to be burning for about eight
years more before I am permitted to
attach "M. D." to my name. At times
various circumstances have caused this
ambition to be suppressed. How
thankful I am that it suffered only
temporary suppression rather than
complete stifling !
While I was attending Forest Lake
Academy in Florida, I learned the
printing trade and earned a large portion of my expenses by working in the
press there. After my graduation in
5939, I set out to find a place for
myself in the printing field. I had not
forgotten my ambition to be a doctor,
but had decided that the cost was too
great.
I visited every printing establishment in near-by Orlando, but no one
needed printers at that time of year,
because business was poor. I was
somewhat disappointed, naturally, and
I had just decided to go to my home in
Birmingham, Alabama, and continue
my search for a printing job, when a
friend told me of a possible opening
with a large and progressive lumber
concern near by. I did not know the
first thing about the lumber business,
but I was very much interested in
staying in Orlando ; so the next morning found me interviewing the president of the firm. A few days later he
hired me, not because of any merits of
mine, but because I am a Seventh-day
Adventist. He had been interested in
the students from the academy for
some time and decided he wanted one
in his employ.
I was particularly fortunate while
working with the lumber company, for
after a few months I was sent to a
newly acquired branch office. Another month or two passed, and I was
made bookkeeper there. The branch
manager as well as the owner was
good to me, and I took a special interest
in my work. With a sigh of regret I
resigned myself to the life of an accountant and decided to work to that
end.
After having been with the lumber
company nearly a year and a half, I
took a certain young woman into my
confidence, and we decided that there
was enough in my pay envelope for two
to live on. So in September, 1940,
we took the fatal step and were mar-

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ried. The Lord greatly blessed us
financially as well as spiritually, and
we were able in a few months to build
a small home.
Occasionally we discussed going back
to school, but from a financial standpoint that seemed impractical. However, Ruth was very much in favor of
my studying medicine. She wrote to
a number of our denominational colleges, inquiring regarding the possibilities of a couple's attending school without any cash for expenses. Nothing
definite came from our inquiries immediately, but the next June we received a letter from the manager of
the Atlantic Union College Press, in
which he said that he had two places
open that we could fill. Here was the
opportunity for which I had hoped.

But when I talked the matter over with
my employer, he said I would be foolish
to leave just then, because I had a good
job with excellent possibilities for advancement.
It was difficult to make a decision,
but after talking it over at length and
praying about it earnestly, we wrote
the press manager that we would come.
We gave the company six weeks' notice, and prepared to leave for Massachusetts.
We arrived at the college and began
our work in the press, which brings
us to the present time. Now, I would
not want to give anyone the idea that
we think the next lap of our journey
will be a few short years of easy life
climaxed by the presentation of a diploma. On the contrary, we know that
we have before us a long struggle—a
struggle for scholarship and a modest
living.
The other day someone asked me
how we expect to get through medical
college without a substantial sum of
money in sight. I could not answer
him in so many words, because I do
not know exactly. Perhaps it seems
to you rather foolish for anyone to
start, without the wherewithal, something that takes as long a time to finish
as a medical course. Well, I must
confess that I myself have had similar
thoughts a few times. The other day
when just such a thought was running
through my head, I sought an interview with one of my teachers. She
told me similar experiences of other
young men, and her simple recounting
of how the way was opened up for
these boys to become doctors illustrated
how the Lord stands by those who
trust His wisdom and fully dedicate
their lives to His service. Listen!
Bill was not his name, but let's call
him that. Bill was poor. He worked
his way through college, and then he
wanted to continue his studies in the
field of medicine. He went to one of
his teachers who was always ready and
willing to help anyone through a difficulty. Bill told her that all the money
he had to his name was ten dollars.
Ten dollars with which to go through
medical college ! That boy had faith
and lots of it. They talked the problem over pro and con and finally decided that it would be best for him to
go on from where he was and get his
Master of Science degree at the State
university as the next step toward his
goal. They reasoned that he would be
much better prepared to enter medical
college without funds if he had this
degree.
While attending the university he
made his expenses by doing janitor
work in a large clinic. Here he was
given opportunity to experiment in the
laboratory. After a while he became
interested in a certain problem that the
laboratory experts (Turn to page 14)
H. A. ROBERTS

"If a Person Has a Vision, Man Cannot Stop
Him, and God Will Not"

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suit Ade Thinv
By DOROTHY ACKART

H, look at those pretty flowers !"
Lois exclaimed to a group of
chattering friends as they passed
an old vacant house around which
flowers were growing in profusion.
"Let's pick some and take them home
to our mothers," Lois suggested. "No
one lives here, and the flowers would die
anyway."
"But the flowers don't belong to us,
and we shouldn't take them," Eloise objected. "See the 'No Trespassing' sign?"
Although she was the youngest member
of the group, she was more conscientious
than the others.
But in spite of her protest, Lois's enthusiastic arguments finally won out, and
although Eloise felt very guilty, she went
with Lois and the other girls to pick the
flowers. In a few moments each had a
large bouquet. As they hurried along
toward home, the girls chatted about the
latest events in the village and of school
incidents, but Eloise was strangely quiet.
She was thinking of what she and the
other girls had done. Of course it wasn't
much—only a few flowers—but even so,
the flowers didn't belong to them, and
she couldn't shake off the feeling that
they had done wrong.
"Hello, girls !" Startled, they turned
to find that the call came from a young
woman sitting in a lawn chair in front
of the house they were passing. As they
stopped to speak to her and show her
their flowers in response to her very evident interest, Lois had a sudden idea.
Why not sell the flowers to her? The
young woman immediately agreed to take
the flowers and any others that the girls
cared to bring. She dearly loved flowers
and could afford to have as many as she
wished.
The girls were soon on their way to
the drugstore to spend the money they
had received for their flowers. As Lois
ate her ice cream, she glanced up into
the large plate-glass mirror in front of
her. She stared at the picture she saw
there, critically eyeing her brunette pigtails. Out of the corner of her eye she
could see a display of gum and candy
easily within reach. It would be a simple thing to take a piece, but somehow
the face in the mirror held her back.
Turning toward Eloise, Lois saw that
she too had noticed the display.
"It looks good, doesn't it, Eloise?"
"It certainly does. I wish I hadn't
spent all of my money; I would like to
have a piece."
"I'll get some, Eloise. Just wait until
the clerk goes over to wait on that customer thatjust came in."
"Oh, no, Lois, don't do that !"

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"Don't do what? What are you two
girls talking so mysteriously about?"
broke in Eva, who had been listening to
the conversation. "I think you girls
would get along better if I sat between
you," she added. "Shall we try it,
Eloise?" Eloise readily agreed.
"Yes, Lois, it does look good, and
incidentally the clerk is on the other
side of the room helping that customer,"
Eva whispered so that Eloise could not
hear.
Lois was in a predicament. She knew
that Eloise was right, but she also knew
what Eva would say if she didn't take
any of the candy or gum. Just then
Eloise and Betty jumped down from
their stools and asked if the other girls
were ready to go. As Lois prepared to
leave, she laid one hand casually on the
display of gum. Eloise noticed Lois's
hand and looked quickly away. Why
did she always see things like that? If
she didn't see them, she wouldn't have
to worry about whether she should do
something. Should she tell some older
person who might be able to help Lois?
Eloise wondered. Presently other things
drew her attention and she forgot the
little incident in the drugstore.
Every morning on the way to school
the girls had to pass a small store owned
by an elderly couple who lived in the
rear of the store. As they passed the
store one morning, Lois asked the girls
to wait a moment while she ran in to
get some candy for them. At the jingling
of the bell on the door, the little old man
would shuffle in to wait on his customer.
Lois stood before the candy counter, trying to decide which she should buy.
Something seemed to say to her, "Why
not reach in and take some before anyone comes out? They're so slow they
will never know who did it and you can

save your money for something else."
No sooner had the thought entered her
mind than she acted upon it. When she
rejoined the group, she had a candy bar
for each.
When the proprietor came out, he no
doubt found an empty room and a disturbed candy counter. From the door he
could have seen a group of school children hurrying down the block. And if
he could have looked into one particular
girl's heart, he would have found a conflict raging—a conflict between right and
wrong.
The day for final examinations came
at last. The students dreaded them, but
for the eighth graders there was the compensation that these would be the last
ones they would have to take in grade
school—if they passed!
All went well for Lois until she came
to her geography test. She just couldn't
remember the name of that large river
in South America. Her eyes strayed
momentarily in the direction of Billy,
who was working away industriously
next to her. When she came to a list
of countries whose capitals were to be
given, it was an easy matter to supply a
blank space or two in the same way.
By courtesy of Billy's paper, she wrote
an almost perfect examination.
When the teacher corrected the papers,
she was surprised to find that Lois's and
Billy's papers were exactly alike. When
questioned, Lois only answered, "Why,
Mrs. Brown, you wouldn't accuse me of
cheating would you?"
"No, Lois, I wouldn't accuse anyone
of cheating. I am very sorry though,
that I cannot give you the honor of being valedictorian." Lois didn't care too
much. She was thankful that she had
not failed.
The next year the congenial little
group was broken up. Eloise and Betty
were sent to a Seventh-day Adventist
academy and Eva and Lois attended the
Iota.) high school. Four years later when
Eloise had graduated from the academy
and was home for the summer, her
mother told her that Lois was soon to be
married. Deep in their hearts was the
prayer that Lois would live a better life.
It was Thanksgiving Day a year and
a half later. Eloise was home from college and was helping her mother with
the baking. The conversation turned to
Lois.
"What has happened to her, Mother?"
asked Eloise. "I haven't heard you
speak much of her lately."
"It's a sad story, Eloise. There are
unpleasant reports about her—that she
lies and steals, and that one deception
too many broke up her home."
"Oh, I'm so sorry I If only someone
could have shown her where those first
wrong steps would lead !" And for the
first time Eloise told her mother of
Lois's little deceptions when they were
children in school together, and how they
had disturbed her.
"Yes," her mother agreed sadly, "it is
tragic that those little things, which she
thought so unimportant, have ruined her
whole life."
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Trees
BY RETHA H. ELDRIDGE
OASTING dowh a mountain atop a
pile of lumber on a Japanese logging
railway has sensations all its own.
In the morning we had been pulled up by
a horse over the toylike rails, but now
gravity supplied the motive power.
Flashes of lightning illuminated the darkness of a late afternoon thunderstorm
as we rolled around curves, passed
through a horseshoe tunnel, and skirted
cliffs two or three hundred feet high.
The Japanese lumberman was seated
on his heels at the back of the pile, holding the pulley device that served as a
brake. Clothed in a rush rain cape and
a wide-brimmed hat, he did not seem to
notice the heavy shower that beat
upon us.
"What beautiful trees !" I said, by way
of opening a conversation, pointing to
the groves of sugi (cedar) and hinoki
(cypress) that grew on either side.
"Yes," he nodded, and his swarthy
face, tanned by years of outdoor life,
bespoke intimacy with trees as he continued, "but the wood is so different."
"I have heard that temples are built
only of hinoki. Is that true?" I asked.
"Yes, it is ; and floors on which the
odori (Japanese dance) is performed are
also made of hinoki. It is also used for
constructing beautiful ceilings."
"Tell me, what makes that wood so
desirable ?" I inquired.
"Well, it is hard and enduring and
has a very beautiful luster. See that
tree over there?" he asked, indicating a
tall sugi. "It is about twenty years old,

C

CONDUCTED BY LOUIS 0. MACHLAN, JR.
Address all correspondence to the Stamp
Corner, YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR, Takoma
Park, Washington 12, D. C.
EW ZEALAND has just issued
stamps that will meet the approval
of most stamp collectors—the new
triangle health series. These are semipostals, one bearing the picture of Princess Elizabeth and the other, of Margaret
Rose. They are in two values. One is
one pence with a half pence designated
for the Children's Health Fund, and the
other, two pence, with one pence for the
fund. As far as I can learn from the
catalogue, these are the first triangle
stamps from New Zealand.
The American Stamp Dealers Association is planning an auction for the benefit of the United Service Organizations
to take place late in July or early in
August. Their slogan is "Send Your
Stamps to War." They are soliciting
really salable donations from philatelists
for this unique sale. Do not send stamps
unless you feel that you are willing to
spare something worth while from your
collection. Contributions should be sent
to Mr. Bruechig, 522 Fifth Avenue, New
York City.
Stamp values have gone up ; of this
there is no question. If you are desirous
of selling your stamps, as some have expressed in letters to us, you should have
no great difficulty in doing so. If there
is not a good stamp dealer in your city,
I suggest that you write to some of the
many firms advertising in the stamp
journals. In most of the large Sunday
newspapers you will also find ads of
firms really anxious to buy your stamps.

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whereas it takes the hinoki thirty or
thirty-five years to grow as tall."
Pondering over the greater usefulness
of the hinoki, and its slow growth, I
asked about the price.
"It is very high," was the reply.
These two trees present quite a contrast. Smiled on by sunshine and fed
by rain, they both grow. Beset by wind
and storm, they both learn strength. But
hinoki, benefiting from extra years of
quiet growing, develops qualities that
sugi does not possess, and finds its ultimate place in temples of worship, to be
admired by the great of earth.
Now trees and people have many
qualities in common. Everyone shares
God's blessing. Everyone is beset by
temptations. But some profit from these
varied circumstances, and develop the
abiding qualities of hardness and endurance as good soldiers of the cross, and
shine with a bright luster for their Master in this present world.
Sometimes it is hard to wait. We see
the years passing, and long for visible
results. However, we must remember
that in any business it takes hard effort,
and plenty of it, to make a skilled workman out of an apprentice. Then we
should not be too impatient for advancement, because years of patient effort
have contributed toward any success we
may see others enjoying. If we long for
a Christlike character, we should remember that "sanctification is the work of a
lifetime," and when we fall, take courage
to rise again.
As you respect the place that hinoki
has in temple construction, think of your
greater possibilities as a Christian. Are
you developing the qualities of hardness,

However, I would like to make it clear,
we do not buy collections.
Perhaps you are wondering, as have
many others, why the American Bank
Note Company is printing the eleven
new five-cent stamps honoring those heroic countries of Europe now overrun
by the Axis powers, who are still signifying by their actions a desire to be free.
Because of the rush of work going
through the Bureau of Printing and Engraving and because of their inability to
print the flag in colors in the same operation that the steel engraved design on
the border is printed, the work has been
turned over to the American Bank Note
Company. Many are disappointed that
the engraved design was not darker so
that the flags of the various countries
would stand out more clearly and effectively.
Many thanks to Mrs. Ethel Long,
Mrs. Naomi Dickerson, and Harold G.
Thayer for their thoughtfulness of beginning collectors.
A new Automobile Use Stamp will
have been required by the time you read
this article. Remember that putting the
stamp in a little cellophane envelope and
affixing the envelope to your windshield
will keep the stamp in perfect condition
for removal a year from now.

Interesting Stamps
OCCASIONALLY there comes to the Review and Herald Publishing Association
an air-mail letter from Jamaica. Occasionally, too, there is a shilling stamp on
the envelope. This is a brown and green
stamp depicting natives gathering sugar
cane by hand and placing it on their muledrawn cart to be carried to the refinery,
which can be seen in the background.
The sugar industry is one of Jamaica's
largest and most remunerative of industries. The stamp belongs to the 1938
series and is in current use. Perforate
121/2 x 14. Watermarked with multiple
crown and C. A. watermark.

endurance, and luster? You should be,
for you know, "the temple of God is
holy, which temple ye are."

Memories of Pioneer
Providences
(Continued from page 8)
city. There were two medical colleges,
enough physicians, and ample medical
facilities to care for its sick without the
help of such a new thing as a place where
they gave you electric baths, massage.
salt glows, and hot and cold sprays for
what ailed you. In fact, after the first
rush business slowed down considerably.
Later a treatment room opened in a
neighboring city with thirty or forty
patients waiting. When these had received their round of treatment, there
was such a lull that the place had to
close. It lacked groundwork. But with
us it was different. An interest in Battle Creek methods of treating the sick
already existed in Nashville, and with
the foundation work we had done, we
were able to keep going.
But our rent had to be paid every
month. The banks gave three days'
grace. Once we had to take advantage
of the full three days. It was in winter
and people were not coming often for
treatment. It looked as though we would
fail to have the money to pay the bill.
I went out on the street to see if I might
meet someone who owed us money. A
man came along to whom I had sold a
washing machine. He paid me fifty-five
cents.
A little while before bank closing time
we scraped together every cent we had
in the place and thought it came out exactly to the amount needed. I hurried to
the bank and shoved it through the teller's window with a feeling of relief. He
counted it and recounted it and shoved
it back to me with, "Ten cents short."
As I walked back to the treatment
rooms, I was pretty blue and for once
was inclined to chafe. "What does it
mean?" I asked myself. "Here we are
working our lives away and cannot even
pay our rent. Is God with us or is He
not?" As I opened the door, I said in
despair, "Well, Anna, it is ten cents
short."
She answered at once, "Here, I just
sold a package of granose biscuit," and
handed me the dime. I got back to the
bank in double-quick time just as the
door was being shut. It was the last
moment of our three days' grace. That
was our closest financial shave and I
was ashamed of my murmuring.
Patients did come and in time we
could number thirty-two doctors in the
city who had sent us patients or who
were themselves taking treatment. Nashville boasted many schools and colleges.
We had professors or the wives of professors from every one of them as patients. One railroad president was a
regular patient and members of the families of two other railroad presidents
were on our treatment list. Lawyers
and businessmen of all classes patronized us. There was scarcely a home
among the better class of people where
our work was not known even though
some of the women were years in making up their minds to come to us for
help.
Need I say that it was because God
was blessing our work that success attended it? Little did we then know that
He had chosen Nashville as a center for
His work in the South and that our
health work was the logical opening
wedge. But a wedge can sometimes
split things wide open, and next week I
must tell you of an experience where it
really did just that.
THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR

Acquaint Now Thyself
With Him
(Continued from page 9)

strife, worry, and endless care outside
while you step into the audience chamber
of the Prince of Peace. You will never
fail to receive the "peace which passeth
all understanding" if you will only wait
long enough to "acquaint now thyself
with Him, and be at peace." Remember it takes time to become really acquainted.
"Prayer changes things." Prayer
changes you—when you pray. It is
impossible to imagine an active criminal
spending much time upon his knees in
prayer. Prayer and sin just do not go
together. Where one is, the other cannot remain. It is not prayer alone, however, that so effectively drives out sin.
Prayer must be accompanied by Bible
study. When two friends are together,
it is not probable that one will monopolize the whole conversation and not
care to hear anything that the other has
to say. If this were the case, their friendship would soon cease to exist. Just so,
when men and women talk to Jesus, they
will also want to do all that He tells
them. Prayer inspires study of the word
and then imparts strength to live out
what is written therein. Prayer and
sincere Bible study are inseparable companions.
There is co
I much more evil than good
in the world today that sometimes we
become confused and are in danger of
losing our hold unless we spend much
time in observing the true Pattern. On
every side, in places where we least expect it, we are confronted by disappointment and disillusionment. We wonder
if perhaps our standards are set too high.
The very foundation of our Christian
experience begins to reel. Then is the
time to flee to the secret place of prayer;
for where else can strength and assurance be gained than in some quiet spot
alone with God? We come from this
interview with new zeal and courage,
and even higher standards and loftier
ideals than we had before. No one can
behold Christ for long without experiencing an unutterable longing to be like
Him. His perfect example is the one
ideal that will never fail or disappoint
you. Talk to Him often and let Him
speak to your soul.
There is scarcely a limit to what could
be said about the blessing and comfort
to be found in prayer, but one still would
not understand the reality of the prayer
experience unless he had known the
blessing and comfort himself.
A little boy who had been blind from
birth loved nothing better than to have
his mother describe to him the beauty of
a sunset or a tree or flower, or the grace
and color of the bird whose sweet song
he could hear. Whenever he grew tired,
he would beg his mother to come and
"see" for him awhile. Then one day the
brave little lad underwent an operation
in the hope of receiving his sight. Oh,
how anxious he was for the bandages to
be removed so that he could really see!
At last the day came, and after his first
rapturous look upon the world about
him, he exclaimed, "Oh, Mother, why
did you not tell me things were so beautiful?"
"I did, Son," she replied, "but you
could not understand until you saw
them." And neither shall we understand the precious privilege of prayer
until we have experienced it for ourselves.
To get out of the day all the joy that
there is in it for you, you must begin it
with prayer. To lie down in truly peaceful sleep when day is done, you must
commend your life into His care. Harriet Beecher Stowe has expressed this
thought in the beautiful words :
JULY 27, 1943

"When sinks. the Soul, subdued by toil to
slumber,
Its closing eye looks up to Thee in
prayer;
Sweet the repose beneath the wings o'ersnading,
But sweeter still to wake and find
Thee there."

healthy, well-eared-for hens. The money
I have earned has more than paid my
school bills. Now it is March again and
time to start some more chicks for next
year's layers. Having had this experience, I am no longer afraid. I know that
God will help me and bless my efforts so
that I can be in school next year.

Think of the possibilities that lie
within the reach of every man, woman,
and child through the simple avenue of
prayer! It is "the key in the hand of
faith that unlocks heaven's storehouse"
to each of us. How can we afford to
neglect such inexhaustible resources?
Prayer raises poor, sinful mortals into
the very presence of God and transforms
them into His own likeness. Truly the
privilege of prayer is a mighty challenge
to every Seventh-day Adventist youth.
God is waiting to reveal to the world
through the lives of consistent, prayerful
Christian young people, potentialities of
accomplishment and service beyond anything yet seen or imagined.

A "Leedle Vind"
(Continued from page 4)

I knew would provide money for academy tuition.
Everything had been going smoothly.
We began to laugh at our fears. It was
May and life seemed very pleasant, when
one balmy morning I opened the chicken
house door. There on the floor lay seven
dead chickens! And many of the others
looked sick as they stood about with
drooping wings and a listless attitude.
That "von leedle bit of vind" has come,
I thought, and could have cried. Mother
and I at once joined in a season of
prayer. We prayed that the Lord would
help us find out what to do and not to
let us fail now. We consulted the bulletins on diseases. Yes, the symptoms appeared to be those of coccidiosis. We
called the laboratory doctor at the university. He confirmed our fears. "It sometimes causes the loss of half the flock,"
he said. That would be tragedy for us.
He advised us to clean the chicken houses
thoroughly each day, empty all the drinking water, and replace it with milk. It
would be helpful to keep the milk before
the chicks for several days, he suggested_
We learned that this disease was caused
by a tiny organism that grows in the soil
and thrives in damp weather. That explained it. We had just had a long
rainy week. So we rolled up our sleeves
and went to work. Day after day we
cleaned the house and put down fresh
straw. We saw signs of improvement at
once and soon the disease had entirely
disappeared. No more chickens had
died.
In July the cockerels, which had been
kept apart from the pullets for a few
weeks and fattened with yellow corn,
were ready for market. They were
handsome big fellows and were bought
eagerly by our customers. When they
were all sold, we had enough money to
replace what we had invested in the
chicken business thus far, and we had
almost two hundred fine pullets giving
promise of eggs before long.
We were rather excited when we
found the first eggs—the first fruits, as
it were, of our labors. By September
the pullets were laying well. How happy
I was to gather the eggs and feel the
basket become heavier after each nest!
One day I gathered one hundred fortyfive eggs and I just had to go across the
field and show them to our pessimistic
neighbor. I thought perhaps she could
see that "a leedle vind" of circumstance
cannot prevail against hard work and
earnest prayer.
All winter people have been happy to
secure strictly fresh eggs from our

OCMION
HONORS
Lettering and Poster
Designing
BY VERNON NYE

AVE you ever realized while reading your Bible, that we enjoy its
truth-filled pages today only because God-inspired men accurately preserved its precious verses by laboriously
translating them in hand-drawn characters? The invention of type and modern
presses has made the Bible available to
millions, but hand-drawn letters are still
very much in use in advertisements,
posters, and in connection with illustrations. Good letterers are in demand, and
although you may never expect to use
this ability commercially, you will find it
handy to be able to "knock off" a fair job
of lettering when it is needed. Fortunately no special talent is required to
gain proficiency in this work.
As for materials, there are several
types of good lettering pens on the market. Secure some round, square, and
oval ones, and practice with these until
you get the "feel" of them. Learn what
each style can do and select the one best
suited for the letter you intend to make.
Don't attempt to make your letter pictorial—there are scores of good alphabets and there is sure to be one that fits
your particular need. Get a good lettering book—one with several basic alphabets—and learn these so that you can
tell the Roman from the Gothic styles.
There are generally two major differences governing all styles of letters.
These may be classified as physical and
personality. Every letter has these two
characteristics. In the physical sense
some letters are short and fat; others
tall and thin, as you would describe

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some persons you know. In dealing
with the personality of a letter, you
must consider appropriateness. For example, you would not use a delicate
script letter for the word "rugged"—it
just wouldn't suggest ruggedness. Keep
your letters in personality—adapted to
the character of the word.
Above all, learn to form your letters
well, strive for uniformity, and watch
your spacing.
If your poster is to be effective, it
must first of all attract attention—it
must break through the average individual's lack of observation. To do this
you must select the one message it is to
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convey and follow through with singleness of idea and effect. What are you
trying to say and to whom are you trying to say it ? A poster is not a guessing
contest. Keep your poster big and simple. Don't clutter it up with any more
lettering than is absolutely necessary to
get the idea across. If there is to be an
illustration on the poster, execute it in a
few broad, flat masses. Thus it will be
recognized at a glance and at a distance.
If you have several messages to convey
on one poster, block them in separate
groups.
Get the basic materials and launch out.
Think of the fun you will have being the
artist for your group the next time your
society has a social. Your first attempts
may be crude, but by observing these
simple rules and those on lettering, you
will soon be surprised at the professional
look your poster will have.

The GUIDEBOOK

The earth will be terribly shaken at the
second coming of Christ.
"They shall go into the holes of the rocks,
and into the caves of the earth, for fear of the
Lord, and for the glory of His majesty, when
He ariseth to shake terribly the earth." Isa.
2:19.
The greatest earthquake that has ever been
or ever will be, will take place at that time.
"There was a great earthquake, such as
was not since men were upon the earth, so
mighty an earthquake, and so great." Rev.
16:18.

As a result of this upheaval even mountains
and islands will disappear.
"Every island fled away, and the mountains
were not found." Rev. 16:20.
There are no human beings left on the earth,
since the righteous are in heaven (1 Thess.
4:16, 17) and the wicked are dead (Jar. 25:33;
2 Then. 2:9).
"I beheld, and, lo, there was no man, and
all the birds of the heavens were fled." Jer.

4:25.

Immediately following Christ's coming Satan
will be bound in this desolate earth for a
thousand years.
"1 saw an angel come down from heaven,
having the key of the bottomless pit and a
great chain in his hand. And he laid hold
on the dragon, that old serpent, which is the
Devil, and Satan, and bound him a thousand
years." Rev. 20:1, 2.
Being bound means that he has no one to

tempt.

"And cast him into the bottomless pit, and
shut him up, and set a seal upon him, that he
should deceive the nations no more, till the
thousand years should be fulfilled: and after
that he must be loosed a little season." Rev.
20:3.

I Want to Be a Doctor
(Continued from page so)

had failed to solve. He worked on it for
some time and made excellent headway
toward its solution. As a result of the
remarkable progress he had made, he was
sent to the Mayo Clinic to finish the job.
At length he found the solution and
was asked to join the staff of the Mayo
Clinic. The officials of the clinic promised to teach him medicine and pay him
while he learned it. But he felt that the
Lord had given him this measure of success to enable him to enter the College of
Medical Evangelists at Loma Linda in
California. This young man had a vision,
and today as a doctor he is carrying on a
great work for God.
Bill did not know how his ten dollars
would get him through medicine, but he
had faith to believe that if God wanted
him in the medical work, He would provide a way.
When I heard this story it gave me new
courage. I had a stronger determination
than ever before that I would do all in
my power to accomplish what I had set
out to do, knowing that when I fall, God
will lift me up and help me to get a new
start.
My wife and I believe that if we do
our utmost, the Lord will do the rest.
And we confidently believe that He will
see us through the medical course.
Perhaps you are wondering just why
we think a knowledge of medicine is
worth all the hardships and difficulties
we expect to go through before we reach
our goal. Is it the money we are after.:
Is it fame? No; it is neither of these.
The Adventist doctor is not often
wealthy, especially if he goes to the mission field ; in fact, it is often hard for
the medical evangelist in foreign fields to
;et what we would consider the bare
necessities of life. Rather than a wealth
of money, we shall receive a wealth of
satisfaction in knowing that we have had
a small part in accomplishing God's work
on this earth through medical evangelism.
The sincere medical evangelist is not
looking for fame. He uses his faculties
and the knowledge God has permitted
him to obtain in service for his fellow
men. As a return for this service, his
only hope is that God shall be glorified
and man shall be benefited.
If we can find joy and contentment in
making others happy, and I know we
can, I believe we can find no better way
to serve the Lord. Carlyle once said, "If
a person has a vision, man cannot stop
him and God will not." I believe we
have a vision. It is this vision that
keeps us looking forward to our final
goal of tomorrow and makes us forget
the petty trials and hardships and obstacles of today.

The wicked are raised to life at the end of
the thousand years.
"The rest of the dead lived not again until
the thousand years were finished." Rev. 20:5.

Satan is then loosed.
"When the thousand years are expired,
Satan shall be loosed out of his prison, and
shall go out to deceive the nations which
are in the four quarters of the earth, Gog and
Magog, to gather them together to battle: the
number of whom is as the sand of the sea."
Rev. 20:7, 8.
Under his leadership the wicked gather to
take the city of God which has come down
out of heaven.
"They went up on the breadth of the earth,
and compassed the camp of the saints about,
and the beloved city." Rev. 20:9.

While engaged in this effort, Satan and his
followers are destroyed by fire.
"Fire came down from God out of heaven
and devoured them." Rev. 20:9.

This same fire purifies the earth from sin.
"The day of the Lord will come as a thief
in the night; in the which the heavens shall
pass away with a great noise, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth
also and the works that are therein shall be
burned up." 2 Peter 3:10.

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The Fear of the Lord
(Continued from page 6)

She was baptized on the fifteenth of
May, near the end of her first year at
the business college. Vacation was coming, but she realized that she must not go
home just yet. Every letter from the
dear ones there fairly bristled with hostility. She felt that she must do something concrete toward spreading the message of Christ's soon coming.
During that first summer after she said
good-by to her friends the Comptens,
Sue did housework for a Seventh-day
Adventist doctor's family in Arkansas,
canvassed in large cities for Health and
Watchman magazines, and helped with a
colporteur institute.
Just at this time a stenographer in the
local conference office resigned and Sue
was offered the job. This she gratefully

accepted, putting into immediate use the
secretarial training she had received.
But this was not the end of the road
for Sue Rena. Her ambition still soared
and led her truant imagination on to
greater heights and greater service.
After she had saved some money, at
the advice of conference officials she
wrote a timid little inquiry to Union
College. Within a few days her application was accepted and Sue Rena found
herself in the midst of the busy activity
on the campus of one of our oldest
senior colleges.
Now she is in her junior year, an efficient, earnest Christian girl who sought
wisdom and in so doing found "the fear
of the Lord."

And Then I Saw Your
House
(Continued from page 3)

I gave them up, I again felt chagrin,
for He put love, joy, and peace, with
long-suffering, in place of care; gentleness and meekness He put where hate
and greed had been ; patience and kindness filled my shelves, where before only
sorrows had been stored. Then echoing
through the whole structure I heard most
lovely music, which reminded me of your
house and how, because I met you, I
have found the Master Architect for my
own home of life.

SENIOR YOUTH
VI—The Ten Commandments the
Law of Love; Rewards of
Obedience
(August 7)

MEMORY VERSE: I ohn 5:3.
LESSON HELPS : " hrist's Object Lessons," pp. 287-290 (new ed., pp. 290-293);
"Mount of Blessing," pp. 73-80.
1. How I. the love of God seen In the life
of the Christian? What is said concerning His
commandments? 1 John 5:3.
NOTE.—"Obedience is not a mere outward
compliance, but the service of love. The
law of God is an expression of His very
nature; it is an embodiment of the great
principle of love, and hence is the foundation of His government in heaven and earth.
If our hearts are renewed in the likeness
of God, if the divine love is implanted in
the soul, will not the law of God be carried out in the life? When the principle of
love is implanted in the heart, when man is
renewed after the image of Him that created
him, the new covenant promise is fulfilled,
'I will put My laws into their hearts, and
in their minds will I write them.' And if
the law is writter in the heart, will it not
shape the life? Obedience—the service
and allegiance of love—is the true sign of
discipleship. Thus the Scripture says,
'This is the love of God, that we keep His
commandments.' "—"Steps to Christ," p. 65.
2. What is the effect of the law of Owl upon
the heart? Ps. 19:7-9.
3. What is the evidence of the love of
Christ abiding In His followers? John 15:9, 10.
NOTE.—"If we abide in Christ, if the love
of God dwells in us, our feelings, our
thoughts, our actions, will be in harmony
with the will of God as expressed in the
precepts of His holy law."—Id., p. 66.
4. At Christ's appearing, what message will
be given to those who have loved and obeyed
God's commandments? Matt. 25:34.

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5. Why were the inhabitants of the antediluvian world destroyed? Gen. 6:11, 13.
NOTE.-"After the fall, men chose to follow their own sinful desires; and as the
result, crime and wretchedness rapidly increased. Neither the marriage relation nor
the rights of property were respected. Whoever coveted the wives or the possessions of
his neighbor, took them by force, and men
exulted in their deeds of violence. They
delighted in destroying the life of animals;
and the use of flesh for food rendered
them still more cruel and bloodthirsty, until
they came to regard human life with astonishing indifference. The world was in its
infancy ; yet iniquity had become so deep
and widespread that God could no longer
bear with it."-"Patriarchs and Prophets,"
p. 92.
6. For the same reason, after the flood, what
was destroyed? 2 Peter 2:6; Jude 7.
7. Who only were saved in both instances?
2 Peter 2:5, 7, 8.
8. Who will be among those who are finally
destroyed? Rev. 20:12-15.
9. What will the followers of Christ do if
they love Him? John 14:15.
Nom-Obedience to God's commandments "is the only safeguard for individual
integrity, for the purity of the home, the
well-being of society, or the stability of the
nation. Amidst all life's perplexities and
dangers and conflicting claims, the one safe
and sure rule is to do what God says. 'The
statutes of the Lord are right,' and 'he that
doeth these things shall never be moved.' "
-"Prophets and Kings," p. 83.
10. How did the psalmist express his attitude
toward God's commandments? Ps. 119:127.
11. In Christ's teaching, on what basis did
He say the final rewards will be given?
Matt. 16:27; Rev. 22:12.
NOTE.-"The Lord has a great work to
be done, and He will bequeath •the most in
the future life to those who do the most
faithful, willing service in the present life.
The Lord chooses His own agents, and
each day under different circumstances He
gives them a trial in His plan of operation.
In each truehearted endeavor to work out
His plan, He chooses His agents, not because they are perfect, but because, through
a connection with Him. they may gain
perfection."-"Christ's Object Lessons,"
p. 330.
12. In what spirit should we serve God?
With what will those be rewarded who serve
Him? How justly will Judgment be made?
Col. 3:23-25.
13. How does John the revelator picture
the home which is to be the reward of all the
obedient? Rev. 21:1-7, 9-27; 22:1.5.

JUNIOR
VI-Knowing God Through Ms
Law
(Our Duty to Man)
(August 7)
INTRODUCTION
JEsus summed up our duty to man in
these few simple words, "Love thy neighbor
as thyself." How important are these commandments, for we cannot be true to God
unless we are true to those about us.
Guiding Thought
Every commandment on the second table
of stone tells us how we may be true and
fair and kind to everyone whose life
touches our life.
Verse to Be. Remembered
"Keep My commandments, and live; ...
write them upon the table of thine heart."
Prov. 7:2, 3.
LESSON OUTLINE
LESSON SCRIPTURES : Exodus 20 :12-19 ;
Romans 7 ;7 ; Galatians 3 :24 ; Psalms xi :
7, 8; Matthew 5 :i8 ; Proverbs 7:i-3 ; Ephesians 6 :T.
LESSON HELP : "Patriarchs and Prophets," pp. 308-310.
STUDY PLAN FOR THE WEEK
Sabbath afternoon: Read carefully all
the lesson scriptures, the Introduction, and
the Guiding Thought. Answer : (x) Why
are the last six commandments so important? (2) What should be the guiding
thought of this week's lesson? Sunday:
JULY 27, 1943

Study Assignment T and learn memory
verse. Monday: Assignment 2. Tuesday:
Assignments 3 and 4. Wednesday: Assignments 5 and 6. Thursday: Assignment 7.
Friday: Study commandments 5-To and be
able to repeat them from memory.
Assignment 1
The giving of the law continued, and
again God's mighty voice pealed forth
from Mt. Sinai. This time Israel heard
the solemn words of the fifth commandment. How can we show our parents the
honor that is due them? Study Exodus
20:12; Ephesians 6 :1 ; also "Patriarchs
and Prophets," page 308, paragraph a.
Assignment 2
Another solemn silence, and again God's
voice rose above the noise of the thunder.
In reverence and awe Israel next listened
to the sixth and then the seventh commandment. These commandments are
short, but they are full of instruction on
our duty to our neighbor. Explain. Study
Exodus 20 :13, x4; also "Patriarchs and
Prophets," page 308, paragraphs 5 and 7.
Assignment 3
God's sacred voice next proclaimed to
Israel the seriousness of stealing and lying,
in the eighth and ninth commandments.
These commandments are broken in many
thoughtless ways every day. Explain.
Study Exodus 20:15, r6; also "Patriarchs
and Prophets," page 309, paragraphs i, 3.
Assignment 4
The last commandment, the tenth, strikes
at a sin so serious that it lies at the root of
many other sins. Explain. Study Exodus
20 :17 ; also "Patriarchs and Prophets,"
page 309, paragraph 5.
Assignment 5
Why did God's law so terrify His people?
Study Exodus 20 :18, 19 ; Romans 7 :7 ; also
"Patriarchs and Prophets,", page 309, paragraph 7, page 310, paragraph top of page.
Assignment 8
Why did God write His law upon tables
of stone with His own finger? Study
Psalms iii :7, 8 • Matthew 5 :18. Consult
Lesson Notes. Where else must God's law
be written? Study Proverbs 7:1-3.
Assignment 7 and Summary
After each of the following statements
write the number of the commandment
which is broken in each case:
(x) Pretending to be working when we
are not.
(2) Being displeased when our friends
succeed.
(3) Reading impure books.
(4) Behaving in a way that will bring
shame to our parents.
(5) Hating someone who displeases us.
(6) Accepting more money than is coming to us.
LESSON NOTES
i. Envy lies at the root of many sins.
It was envy of the birthright that led Jacob
to lie and to steal. It was envy of Joseph's
coat of many colors that led his brothers
into hatred and finally to the point of murder. Most serious of all it was envy of
Jesus in the heart of Lucifer that led him
into rebellion against God and against
everything pure and holy. Lying, stealing,
hating, murder, how terrible they are, and
envy is the father of them all.
2. Here are some of the ways in which
we are in danger from day to day of breaking the eighth commandment. (i) Accepting wrong change from a storekeeper who
has made a mistake. (2) Failing to pay a
debt, though it be but a penny. (3) Failing to return money or articles we find,
although we know the rightful owner. (4)
Borrowing articles from our friends without their knowledge or consent.
3. Here are some of the ways in which
we are in danger from day to day of breaking the ninth commandment. (I) Pretending to be working when we are not.
(2) Agreeing by our silence to a lie. (3)
Lying by our actions as Jacob did. (He
lied before he actually said, "I am Esau.")
Cheating in school examinations.
(4)
(5) Misrepresenting our age in order to
secure reduced railroad fare.

4. Since our neighbor's life is so sacred
in the sight of God, how careful we should
be never to hurt or to mistreat anyone in
any way. If we cherish hatred toward another, God says we are murderers at heart,
for hatred le'ads to murder. Some break
the sixth commandment by shooting, for
the fun of it, the helpless creatures of air
and field. Life even in the weakest of
God's creatures is precious and should be
cherished by us who are stronger.
5. The seventh commandment does not
refer alone to husbands and wives, requiring them to be true to each other. The
commandment worded in our language is,
"Thou shalt be pure in thought and word
and deed." The root of all iniquity is in
the thoughts. If we refuse to think about
anything impure, our words and our deeds
will always be pure.
6. It has been said that our parents
stand in the place of God. How we should
delight to honor them. Are you sure you
are doing this every day? Your answers
to the following questions will tell whether
or not you are. (t) Am I giving true
obedience to father and mother, doing just
as they say, promptly and unquestioningly?
(2) Am I bringing honor to •their names
by my behavior at school and at church?
(3) Am I trying to protect my parents
from overwork by not leaving them anything to do that I can do before or after
school? (Most mothers work too hard.
Does yours ?) (4) Am I always courteous
to father and mother? (You may forget
at times to say "Thank you," "Pardon
me," when speaking to others, but should
you ever forget when speaking to father
and mother?)
7. (r) Anything that is written upon
stone cannot be changed. God wrote His
sacred law upon stone in order to make us
understand that His law will never be
changed. It will stand forever just as He
wrote it on Mount Sinai. (2) God's law
must be written also upon our hearts. He
will write it there if we ask Him to. It
is only as it is written upon our hearts
that we can keep God's law. If God does
write His law upon our hearts, it will be
just as easy to obey it as it is to breathe.
Why? Because God's law will control our
acts just as His law controls our breathing
and our heart action. It was because
God's law had been written upon his heart
that David was able to say, "I delight to
do Thy will, 0 my God: yea, Thy law is
within my heart." Ps. 4o :8.
8. When God's people heard the reading
of the law, they began at once to measure
their lives by it. They saw they had not
been keeping the law, and they realized
how sinful they were. It was the knowledge of their sins that made them fear
and tremble. When we earnestly study
God's law, it is just like looking into a
mirror, for it will show us the uncleanness
of our lives, just as a looking glass will
show us the uncleanness of our faces.

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O IN an Australian railroad station parents may check their children. There is
a nursery maintained for this purpose.
O AN armored division of the United
States Army "is a great many vehicles."
If strung out along a highway it would
cover eighty-eight miles.
O THE United States is suffering from a
flag famine. The demand for flags has
been unprecedented since Pearl Harbor,
and today some manufacturers are a
year behind in filling orders.
O LEE HOLDAKOWSKI, a retired United
States naval officer, residing in the San
Fernando Valley of California, has the
largest collection of dwarf trees in the
United States and one of the largest in
the world. It is valued at $100,000.
O FOR the first time in its 151-year history, the New York Stock Exchange recently admitted a woman to the floor as
an employee. Helen Hanzelin, eighteen
years old, took up her duties as order
clerk calmly and discharged them efficiently.
O AMERICAN families have been receiving presents of rationed goods from sons,
husbands, and friends in service outside
the United States—butter from New
Zealand, shoes from Mexico, and coffee
from Panama. Customs officials are collecting the proper ration points before
releasing the packages.
O No wonder the American farmer is
confused! The Department of Agriculture, Office of Price Administration, War
Production Board, Office of Defense
Transportation, Lend-Lease Administration, Board of Economic Welfare, Army,
Navy, War Manpower Commission, and
the War Food Production agencies are
all trying to help him run his business.
O Two English doctors, writing separately in the British Lancet, report a
simple method of preventing colds and
flu. When you feel the first sneeze coming on, hold your nose and stifle it, they
advise—if necessary, sneeze into your
stomach. They believe from their own
experience that this measure prevents
colds from developing, and speculate
that this is accomplished by preventing
the spread of organisms through the
tissues.
O IN Springfield, Massachusetts, a swarm
of bees settled at the city's busiest intersection. Policemen tried in vain to dislodge them. A young woman finally
came to their assistance, by handing one
of them a mirror and making a suggestion as to its use. A beam of light was
flashed into the midst of the swarm, then
suddenly switched to a wall of a near-by
store. The bees followed the light away
from the intersection to the building and
traffic resumed.
O SOMETHING like a year ago Western
Union began advertising for men over
fifty "to come out of retirement" and
serve as messengers. It was necessary
to replace the thousands of sixteen-totwenty-year-olds it was losing to the
armed forces and better-paying war industries. The results were surprisingly
satisfactory, according to reports of personnel managers, for "the older folks have
enabled the company to provide an efficient communications service which otherwise might have broken down." More
than 1,500 middle-aged messengers are
working hard and gladly for thirty cents
an hour.
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O LOOKING forward to postwar possibilities, the Libbey-Owens-Ford Glass Company has produced what it calls "the
kitchen of tomorrow." Built purely for
demonstration purposes, the kitchen is
97 per cent glass—everything from refrigerator to the stove and wall panels.
The General Electric Company and General Motors Corporation have made tentative arrangements to co-operate in its
production in the manufacture of various
units when peace comes.
O AT the beginning of World War I the
Allied forces had a total of 700 planes,
and when the United States entered the
war, the Army and Navy together had
only 55 planes, 51 of which had been pronounced obsolete. When the war ended,
Britain's air force numbered 14,000 planes ;
France's, 12,000; the United States',
10,000; and Germany's, 11,000.
O WORD comes to the general public
through neutral sources that the famous
Maginot Line in France is being demolished to make more land available for
cultivation. Approximately 1,000 concrete tank barriers are being removed
daily from the broad fortified zone.
O THE United States Treasury's thirteenbillion-dollar issue of War Bonds required 120 tons of paper—almost enough,
when spread out, to cover a plot of land
a mile long and a half mile wide, or in
Western words, a half section. The
printing required fifteen days.
O X-RAY therapy is proving an effective
treatment for gas gangrene, a wartime
menace heretofore nearly always fatal.
It is also being used effectively in treating other infections where chemotherapy
is unsuccessful.
O THE smallest species of hummingbird
native to the United States is the calliope
hummingbird of the Southwest, barely
three inches long.
O HEREAFTER every rosewood tree cut
down in Brazil must be' replaced by a
new one.

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O ALt. Presidents of the United States,
from Washington to Coolidge, have been
depicted on postage stamps.
O THERE are in the United States two
famous trees that own themselves, both
in Georgia. One is in Athens, the other
in Oxford.
O WRIGHT FIELD iS to have an airplanetesting tunnel in which will be produced
wind velocities up to 600 miles an hour
and temperatures as low as sixty-seven
degrees below zero.
O THE ashes of Major Andrew S. Rowan,
U. S. A,, retired, carrier of the famous
"message to Garcia," were buried in Arlington National Cemetery. The Spanish
War hero died at his home in San Francisco several months ago.
O HOME sewing is coming into its own
again in the United States. Patternmakers report an increase of 35 to 40
per cent over last year's demand for patterns. Sewing classes are now being conducted in many of the metropolitan department stores.
O HERBERT COREY, writing in Nation's
Business, says that "by the end of 1943
the national debt of the United States
will have reached approximately $900
per American." That takes in everyone
from the youngest infant to the oldest
grandfather. "By the end of 1943 the
family of five will be in debt to the sum
of $4,500, more or less."
O THE Mellon-endowed National Gallery in Washington, D. C., has already
taken its place as the most popular museum in the United States. Now it bids
fair to become a shrine of national art
as well. Sixty-three American portraits,
including nineteen by the early master,
Gilbert Stuart, have recently been presented to the gallery. The most famous
of the collection is a painting believed to
be one of the three portraits of George
Washington painted by Stuart from life.
It is the ' Vaughn Washington," so
called after its first owner.

* *HE LEADETH ME * *
Six British soldiers, weary and travel stained, were making their way across
one of the highest mountain ranges on New Britain Island, hoping to reach the
coast and safety before the invading enemy overtook them, when they unexpectedly came upon a native village which was entirely different from any
other they had seen during all the days of their anxious journey. Evening
shadows were falling as they entered this clean, well-laid-out little settlement
surrounded by extensive gardens.
"It was Saturday," reports one of the men—for they made good their escape
—"and we heard the sound of singing corning from the large 'house-lotu' (church)
in the center of the village. We waited until the service was ended, then
approached the luluar (headman) and told him we would like some food and a
house to sleep in. He immediately offered us his own house and insisted on
our taking it, while the women set about preparing a meal for us. The most
striking thing about the villagers was their shining white teeth. It was the
only village we passed through in which the natives did not chew betel nut.
The 'marys' (womenfolk) wore spotless print smocks, and all the boys were
wearing clean 'lap-laps' (loincloths). We enjoyed a sumptuous repast, which
was indicative of the hospitality extended to us for the next two days.
"On the second evening we were invited to the 'evensong' conducted by
the mission boy; and to listen to them sing familiar hymns with feeling, and
to hear the mission boy read a short lesson from the Bible brought us much
nearer home. We are deeply grateful to these natives who gave us such help
—they also carried for us five days over the mountains—and grateful to those
who taught them the principles of cleanliness and honesty, which they are
now putting into practice. It was the only Seventh-day Adventist village we
contacted, and it was a credit to their church."

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