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It is a privilege and an insi)iration to meet a truly great human being. It
tightens the belt of one's faith, both in human nature and in God.
The sm.all community from whicli I write had this opportunity recently,
and many lives have been touched by that experience, some changed for the
infinite better.
This time it was a woman, a very beautiful woman whose father was an
Arabian prince of great charm, and whose mother was a school teacher in
Germany. The young woman herself came up the hard way. coming to this
country after the separation of her parents and becoming a dynamic figure in
juvenile court work. She is now a representative of the United Nation's Aid
to Children campaign, an arm of the Alarshall Plan. And if, as I stoutly
believe, the gauge of greatness is the willingness to become conspicuous,
even ridiculous, for the sake of what one believes in, then this young woman
is of that fraternity.
And there are other indications of the greatness of this lovely crusader :
her gratitude towards even the most insignificant contribution to the cause,
and her ability to transcend personalities. On fund-raising drives (a neces-
sary adjunct to the vast humanitarian eft'ort beitig made in behalf of starving ;
children), this woman combs the country, and it is routine that the one to \
whom she is initially introduced in a town, gives his or her private opinion
of fellow citizens. Being human, these remarks and summaries often embody j
old grudges, past mistakes, prejudiced opinions.
But, far above these petty appraisals, this young woman manages to smile
pleasantly, keep her mind and her mouth closed, and put it all down as |
inconsequential to the task at hand. And gradually one feels one's self growing |
ashamed of one's pettiness, and in the glow of her great and generous nature, i
growing bigger and kinder, inside. Deeply then, one resolves to keep in mind
the words of John Keats: "I have long taken for granted the genuine- '
heartedness of my friends, despite any temporary ambiguousnesses on the ;
part of their tongues or their behavior." i
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Vol. 6 No. 11
Contents
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Madame Entertains
Mark S. Reardon III
Kilroy's Origin?
Russell Newbold . . .
"Without Violence
Ed Galing - 10
A Fire For Thanksgiving
Raymond Musser
Corporal Avery's Racket
Harold Winerip
Journey Through the Holy Land (Part I)
James L. Harte
Off the Records
Joey Sasso . . .
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Writing as a Hobby
Joseph Charles Salak 26
Exoneration
Carl Alemling 31
People Who Live in Class Houses Shouldn't!
Oliver Read Whitley
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Features
The Low-Down 2
Link Lines 9
Topic Talks 37
At Ease !
Batting the Breeze 45
Daily Rations 46
Did You Know — 47
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Mark S. Reardon Ml, whom you will
remember as the author of My Orders
Are ... m the Link of last April,
brings us another gripping story of the
struggle against the Nazi forces
(Madame Entertains, page 3).
O O O
Russefl Newbold {Kilroy's Origin?
page 7), who enlisted for overseas serv-
ice in the Infantry in January of 1941,
saw the attack on Oahu and Pearl
Harbor. In his three years in the Pacific
he had combat duty on New Georgia,
Arundel, Kolumbangara, and other
islands. Back in the States with malaria
in May of '44, he was assigned to the
Parachute School public relations office,
and it was there he first "received the
yen to write." In his postwar free-lanc-
ing career he has sold stories to Our
Navy, Foreign Service, Boots, and other
magazines. At present he is leaning to-
ward humorous writing and is branch-
ing out into cartoon gag ideas.
o o o
The name of Ed Galing {Without
Violence, page 10) appeared last month
as author of The Navy in the Air. His
story of the gentle ex-Marine may re-
mind you of someone you knew in the
war years.
O O O
When Harold Winerip tells of Cor-
poral Avery's Racket, page 17, he
sounds like one who knows ! However,
we don't believe he was ever chair-borne,
for in the course of three and a half
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wartime years, mainly with the 543rd
Engineer Boat and Shore Regiment, he
took part in two D-Day landings — at
Lingayen Gulf and Zamboanga, and
was authorized assorted battle stars,
ribbons, and assault arrowheads. He
has been a Boston newspaper reporter
and is now a free-lancer, having pub-
lished in over 30 national magazines.
"The most sensible thing I ever did," he
avers, "was marry a girl named Tilda.
She has big brown eyes, is smart, and
cooks fine."
O O O
Joseph C. Salak concludes his series on
Writing as a Hobby, page 26. In this
issue he gives you more valuable tips
and even offers personal assistance to
those of you -who want to write a hobby
article. Sounds like a mighty ambitious
offer to us, but he says, "I don't mind
work." Step right up, Would-be authors !
O O O
Carl Memling {Exoneration, page 31)
another free-lancer, says he is "thirty,
married, and a confirmed Brooklynite."
During the war he served in Italy with
the First Armored Division.
o o o
Oliver Read Whitley, former Navy
chaplain, returns to the pages of The
Link with People Who Live in Glass
EIouscs Shouldn't, page 33.
O O O
Coming: A series of articles on
amateur theatricals and service shows
by Ferris M. Weddle will begin in
next month's issue. This capable author,
who writes like an old trooper, discusses
such points as talent, costumes, scenes,
behind-the scenes requirements, lights,
music, sound and direction. No matter
where you may be stationed, you can
build vour own service show !
alamt
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After the British Commandos-
United States Rangers' raid on St.
Nazaire during World War II, Madame
Laroux was interrogated by the Ger-
man zone commander. To block their
pursuit by U-boats after their attack
and retirement, the raiders had sunk a
former American destroyer in the chan-
nel ; and after the daredevils black-faced
for the assault, had forced a landing,
achieved their objective, and escaped
to their ships, it was discovered that
Col. Schwarzwald and his staff had dis-
appeared.
In spite of a search no trace of them
could be found; and the commandant
concluded, even as he scoffed at the
possibility to save face, that they had
been captured and carried oft' to Eng-
land. Still, military regulations de-
manded further inquiry.
At the hearing in the Grand Hotel on
rue Ville-es-Martin, Madame Laroux
was most cooperative. Yet her com-
plaisance belied her innermost feelings;
for, after her testimony had been given
to the _ commandant's satisfaction, she
was unexpectedly startled by the calling
of a surprise witness.
He was a garrulous old fox, a mender
of fishing nets, who grubbed for his
living in a shack by the sea. Brown and
wrinkled as an English walnut, he was
known to Aladame to be a member of
the maquis, the French underground.
Once he had spit at her and called her
"Collaboratrice." Furthermore, he knew
of a skeleton in her closet.
Still, he was a Frenchman; and
Madame, hoping to win him, smiled ; but
he shunted his eyes, twisting his beret
in his hands. However, instead of reply-
ing to the question, he babbled about
the ban on the fishing fleets, his fishing
nets, and his consequent losses in mend-
ing them, until the commandant, ex-
asperated, ordered him from the room.
Turning then to Madame, penitently
prayerful, he announced :
"Who for this crime guilty is, shall
for it suffer. Ja!" The veins in his
temples swelled. "Pigs!" Then as his
rancor ebbed, unable to understand the
Allies' resistance, he sniveled, "Ja, Frau
Laroux, when all the people like you
understand what it is that we would do,
then der Fiihrer's New Order would be
with us quick; and la belle France with
all the world already would be para-
dise."
When the Nazis goose-stepped into
the seaport, Afadame did not wait for
her villa to be requisitioned. She went at
once to the general-in-command and
offered it, asking permission only to
use two bedrooms, one for herself and
the other for her servant, Pierre, a
one-armed veteran of Verdun.
Her limestone villa of many rooms
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was situated at the mouth of the River
Loire, beyond a sea wall that held back
the tides. A'isioning it as a possible
lookout and perceiving in Aladame a
sensible and cooperative lady (she hav-
ing neglected to mention a secret tunnel
running from her sub-cellar under the
sea wall to the beach), the general was
flattered ; and no less were Col.
Schwarzwald and his stafif on taking
possession to have so charming a hos-
tess ; for Aladame not only indulged
their whims but encouraged them.
A happy family indeed, for each vied
with the other to please. The Germans,
remembering the Baron Robbers of the
Rhine, thought no less of her because
her seafaring ancestors had been smug-
glers ; nor because her husband, fight-
ing their fathers in 1918, had been
killed at Pont a Mousson, leading his
Senegalese; nor yet because her son,
born after the Captain's death, had been
taken a prisoner twenty-two j^ears later
by the Axis at Lille. However, they
might not have been so tolerant had
they heard, as ]\Iadame had by grape-
vine, that Fernand had fled a concen-
tration camp to England.
Be that as it may, they did suffer her
religious observances ; cynically, how-
ever, her practice of having a Mass
said for the dead on the first Friday of
every month. Hence their ribaldry,
when they heard that a crone had
taunted, "Mais oui, the rest of the
month she has Alasses said for her
liberators."
Ignoring the whisperings, ]Madame
held her chin high and continued to
promenade along the quai on the Col-
onel's arm, vivaciously dallying with his
compliments. But one afternoon she was
sorely distressed by the spreading fire
of resentment against her.
Lashed by an east wind, the rising
tide pounding the sea wall was rocket-
ing and splashing in spoondrift ; and as
they neared a gamin watching the spec-
tacle he deliberately jumped into a
brackish puddle and spattered them.
Outraged, the Colonel collared the
boy and raised his fist; but Madame
caught his arm. "Please, Colonel, we
must win them." Such were then the
German high commands ; and the
Junker, gritting his teeth, strode on
while ]\Iadame, unnoticed, dropped a
franc note behind her.
As a reward perhaps for his com-
pliance, Aladame planned a surprise
dinner for the Colonel's birthday, her
table being well provisioned from the
German commissariat. She herself
would furnish the wine from her cellar.
Of course the Colonel learned about
the party, but as he escorted her into
the dining room on that memorable
night he pinched her arm and feigned
surprise. "Madame! Epatant I" He liked
to show off his French and flatter her.
"Topping, as the Bulls say."
Drawing out her chair, he bowed,
and strutting to the head of the candle-
lighted table, his staff deferentially
waiting, he raised his wineglass and
oft'ered a toast. "^^ladame !" That was
enough, and the expression in his bug
eyes.
The iron shutters outside the win-
dows were tightly closed and tHe rose
velours curtains inside were drawn ; but
a sentry could be heard patrolling the
sea wall. Still, the gloom and tension
without could not dampen the glow and
gayety within, for Madame could tell a
story to make men laugh and forget.
To humor her the Colonel's adjutant
had granted permission for Pierre to be
their only waiter. He had just served
dessert, rum babas, made by the hostess,
when Madame cried above a roar of
tipsy laughter, "Alessieurs, like us
French 3^ou are gourmets. Voila, an-
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Other surprise, Veuve Clicquot ! Special
sec !" and she rose.
Shuffling to their feet the officers
gripped the backs of their chairs, each
hoping to accompany her. But she
laughed, "No gentlemen, sit down,
please. Nobody must come. Impossible!"
and blowing a kiss she darted out.
In the hall Pierre handed her a
flashlight and opened the cellar door.
When she had descended he closed it
and stood guard.
Flashing the light and brushing away
a cobweb she tiptoed across the sodden
earth to a wine rack, drew out a mag-
num of champagne, and placed it to one
side. Fingering along the shelf she
pressed a button. Slowly the wine rack
revolved until the front rested against
the seeping foundation, disclosing a
sheet-iron door. Lifting its latch she
pulled the door open. A gust of fetid
air assailed her and she shivered.
Flashing the light, she unbound a
rope passed through a pulley above and
coiled around a cleat, thus letting a lad-
der drop into the sub-cellar. Pulling the
rope through the sheave, she threw it
into the smugglers' passageway lead-
ing to a trap door in the rocks beyond
the sea wall. Picking up the magnum
without shutting the iron door she
hurried up the stairs.
As she swept into the dining room
flourishing the bottle the Germans,
braying the "Horst Wessel," left off to
lurch to their feet with burping heils.
A cork popped ; the wine was poured ;
and the Colonel, flushed but stiff, raised
his glass of bubbling topa:^. "Der
Fuhrer!"
"Der Fuhrer!" Crystals clicked to
the chorus, but Madame did not join in.
The Colonel, swelling, fumed, "What
is?" Then Madame did something more
astounding ; she placed her wine un-
touched on the table. Eyes popping,
Foaming at the mouth, the colonel flung out
his arm. A spy!
the Jerrys gaped, slapping down, their
glasses and splashing the cloth. A spy!
Foaming at the mouth, the Colonel
flung out his arm. Madame knew what
that gesture meant — arrest! Trembling,
she tossed up her head and uttered a
cry, almost a cheer.
The street door was banging open,
and a Boche sentry, bayonet charged,
was rushing in and shouting, "The
Commandos !" Dashing out, he pitched
headlong down the stone steps in a hail
of bullets. In a flash Pierre slammed the
door shut. The toast to the Fuhrer was
never drunk !
Seizing their Lugers from a side-
board the supermen turned to the
Colonel. He was already fumbling to
open the iron shutters to snipe, but
Madame caught his arm. Flinging her
off he snarled "Swine!"
She clung to him. "They will break
in and kill us all ! It is suicide ! The
smugglers' tunnel is safe. You have
heard of it. Its exit ! They have beached
their landing boats there. There you can
trap them! Please, my Colonel, come!"
"Ja, Colonel," ths adjutant inter-
jected. "That is so."
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Savage shouts reverberated with the
onrush of stamping feet, the din of
cannon, rattling the iron shutters, the
chattering of machine guns, the shriek-
ing of dive bombers and the throbbing
ack-ack of flak.
The Colonel gripped Madame's arm,
plumbed her eyes a moment. Then,
brushing her aside, he commanded,
■"Show the way." Taking the flashlight
irom Pierre she fluttered down the
^cellar stairs wath the demigods dogging
her steps. Flashing the light into the
tunnel entrance she pointed, "Down
there! Deliverance!"
Snatching the flashlight from her the
Colonel thrust it on his adjutant who,
understanding, backed down the ladder.
After a tense minute he bawled, "Ja,
Colonel, I can see the door already."
The Colonel motioned to his sub-
ordinates, who climbed backwards down
the ladder. Madame counted them —
one, two, five; but their superior still
waited, and she urged, "Vlte, mon ami !
Quick!"
Somewhere a bomb exploded, shaking
the house; somewhere mortar fell with
a thud on the cellar floor. Impulsively
the Colonel caught her in his arms, but
she pushed him away. "Schnell! Quick!"
He backed down the ladder, his face
cadaverous, his eyes lecherous in the
ghastly light. He reached up his hand.
"Come!" She shrank back — a death's
head — slammed the door shut, shot the
bolt. Pressing the button, she watched
the wine-rack swing into place, con-
cealing the direful sheet-iron door.
A flagstone with ah iron ring in a
groove was imbedded in the clay. She
pulled the ring. An iron chain came
out and when it held she secured the
ring on a hook. She listened. Then
above her heavy breathing she heard
the swish of rushing water. She had
opened a valve of a sluice. The sea was
cascading into the smugglers' tunnel !
Upstairs Pierre kissed her hands and
led her away. The street door was
standing open. From behind it a man
caught her. His face and hands - were
blackened, his coveralls camouflaged.
Terrified, she screamed.
"Mother! Don't you know me?"
She threw her arms around him.
"Fernand ! Mon fis !"
"Where are they?"
She rested her forehead against his
chest. "In the smugglers' tunnel."
He thrust her away. "You let them
escape 1"
She clasped her hands. "The trap
door, mon fis, has been walled up for
months now."
He hugged her. "A true maquis !"
Then he was rushing out to join the
Commandos and shouting, "So with all
tyrants 1"
"Qui !" A gust of wind blew out the
candles sputtering on the dining room
table. Sinking into a chair, she crossed
herself. "Oui, tomorrow I must have a
Mass said."
"The world is divided into people who do things and people who get the credit.
Try, if you can, to belong to the first group. There's less competition."
— Dzvight W. Morrow
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Before America entered the recent
war an article appeared in a British
magazine which purported to show the
origin of a pecuHar mania which even-
tually came to be known as "Kilroy
was here!" The British article carried
a sketch of an insidious-looking char-
acter peering over the top of a wire,
with only his eyes and nose showing,
and his fingers gripping the wire. The
caption with the drawing read, "Chad
was here!"
The article then tried to trace the
origiiji of this strange diversion. It
suggested that Chad was a wireless
telegrapher or radio engineer on board
an American or British merchant ves-
sel. All the original details of the sketch
were shown as symbols for induction,
resistance, capacity, cycles, etc., that
are used by radio men aboard merchant
ships. The hands were symbols of re-
sistance, and although the other symbols
were universally known, most of them
are used exclusively by the British
merchant fleet and not the American.
It is probable that the American
"Kilroy was here !" sprung from this
novel method used by a merchant seaman
to tell his friends the ships he had been
aboard. Possibly his name was Chad
Kilroy, and if this is the case, then
"Chad was here!" is the father of that
deep mystery, which has been the source
of so much conjecture: Who started
"Kilroy was here!"?
Whether or not Chad was the pro-
genitor of "Kilroy was here!" is a
matter of speculation. However, there
is no doubt that Kilroy was a figure in
early American history, for the records
of his debut go back to March 5, 1770.
On that night the bloody Boston
Massacre, an event which ranks in
American history with the Boston Tea
Party and the Battle of Bunker Hill,
took place in Boston, Massachusetts.
It was this Massacre which, more than
any other injustice, incited the colonists'
hatred for England and made strife
inevitable.
On the night of March 5, 1770, the
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citizens of Boston assembled to protest
the quartering of British troops upon
an unwilling populace. Some British
redcoats fired on the demonstrators,
killing five of the civilians. One of the
soldiers who fired on the helpless citizens
was identified at the trial a. few days
later as Pvt. Kilroy. A witness on the
stand uttered a phrase which, slightly
modified, has come echoing down the
centuries, "Kilroy was there ! I saw
him !"
The records of the trial and the his-
toric statement
are still in the
possession of the
British Museum.
Of all the mani-
fold theories con-
cerning the origin
of Kilroy, this
one is undoubt-
edly the most au-
thentic, as it has
been duly sworn
to and legally registered in a court of law.
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''-^ ROM the shores of Montezuma to the halls of Tripoli" the United
States Marines have been fighting their country's battles "on the land and
on the sea" for upwards of a century and a half. On Novennber 10, 1775,
the Corps came into official existence and has been functioning almost
ever since. For this anniversary month of 1948 one of our artists, Bob
Means (who is a "graduate" of the Corps himself) , has done some re-
search and drawn us a special cover showing the present-day Marine and
his Revolutionary forebear — in his official uniform. Shades of John Paul
LIKK LIKES
By The Editor
'X'HE American Cemetery at Caronia
on that bit of the earth our geography
teacher said was like a football at the
toe of Italy, is one of many — too many
— in which we have laid to rest our
beloved comrades. We chose the pic-
ture for the back cover, at the same
time remembering how it looked as a
green pasture in the early days of the
Sicilian campaign. Like you who read
this, we want to take some time, es-
pecially this month, for reflection upon
the noble deeds and supreme sacrifices
made by these comrades. From all the
services, Army, Navy, Air Force, Coast
Guard and others, men joined to form
one team. Even though Will Rogers
said once that Uncle Sam had ne;/er
lost a war nor won a conference, we
knew there was a dififiicult game to play
and victory, if it could be had at all,
appeared far off. It proved to be two
full years away.
We remember a jam session under the
trees one evening — the guitar, the ac-
cordion, the chaplain's folding organ
and a horn or two, together with the
peppy singing of the crowd that
gathered. That was the last such happy
experience for some of the members
of the instrumental group as well as
for the singers.
Then there was the young corporal
from North Dakota, or perhaps it was
South Dakota, who wrote wishing his
mother a happy birthday. He expressed
regret that under existing conditions
he could not send her a gift. He assured
her that he would make up for it later.
But the next day, even before the letter,
had been mailed, it was too late. He !
would never celebrate another birthday |
for his mother. Nor could his comrades
who mailed the letter put a postscript
in it. Security reasons !
We remember the church service
which was also the last for several who
attended.
Some who read this may be too young
to be much concerned about it all, but
others of us who are concerned with it
are not exactly old by the calendar. It
is of concern to us because we do not
want to see foolish mistakes repeated.
There are times when we appear to learn
amazingly little by experience.
We all want peace, particularly those
who have had experience with battle,
hunger, thirst and illnesg because of
conflict. But peace is not something we
can get by resting on our oars. It is
not within the destiny of human beings
to become so secure that there no longer
is any necessity for effort or struggle.
Such a condition would be physically
and morally unhealthful if it could be
achieved — which it cannot.
Another way to achieve a certain
kind of peace is to allow lawless elements
their sway and neither resist, conquer
nor destroy them. Lawless elements
never fail to oppress and endanger the
law-abiding citizen. We believe that
righteousness is worth a struggle and
that peace is not achieved by draft-
dodging, disinterest, the unwillingness
to fight and similar tactics. One must be
up and doing the constructive tasks at
hand; they will not do themselves. One
must vigorously oppose the forces of
destruction.
A difficulty in America is that in many
respects we have had things so easy we
only half believe a lot of things. Some
say we should root out communism,
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PEOPLE said Steve
Thomson made a poor Ma-
rine. Why they said it I
don't know. Perhaps be-
cause he disliked kilHng
Japs. During the war there
were lots of guys like
Steve.
Steve was a good kid. I
know because I served
with him. He was tall and
thin, weighing no more
than 130 or 140 pounds
wringing wet. He was in
the medics, and before the
war was over he was one
of the guys who went up
to the very mouths of Jap
caves and with just a
loudspeaker system coaxed
the sons of Nippon to give
up.
No one believed that
Steve could do any good
by talking to Japs, but be-
lieve it or not, he brought
in more prisoners than
anyone else in the outfit.
And without violence,
either.
One day I remember
Steve's telhng me in a
husky voice, "Marks, may-
be you think Pm a coward.
A lot of guys think I am.
But I just don't believe in
violence when a little bit of
common sense can do just
as much good. I can't
change my ways."
I used to tell him gently,
"Don't let it get you down,
kid. You've got plenty of
guts for a Marine."
I know he liked me tell-
ing him this because we
became very good buddies
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until the war ended and we were both
discharged.
Steve Hved in a Httle one-horse place
called ]\Iolloy County and he gave me
the address. "Look me up some day,
will you, Marks?" he said sadly. I
promised I would.
I can safely say that Steve didn't have
too many friends when he left the
Marines. The rest of the men couldn't
understand him. He came in the service
that way and he left the same way.
Well, you know the way it is when a
guy becomes a civilian. There are certain
things to look after, such as getting a
job. So in the next few months I lost
sight of Steve. My uncle offered me
a job helping him in his contracting
work. He was interested in building
houses for veterans and was looking
for a likely spot to buy land. That's
when I thought of Steve.
I remembered that Steve once told
me that Molloy County was a natural
for this purpose. So when my uncle
offered me a big bonus if I secured the
land I immediately wired Steve. In a
few hours I received his reply to "come
on down."
I took the next train for Molloy
County and wondered how it would feel
to see Steve again. I knew he was
married now. Would he be changed
much? Or was he still the same shy,
bashful dreamer he had always been?
I must have dozed ofif, for when I
awoke the conductor was shouting,
"Molloy County !"
There weren't many people getting
off at Molloy County, I can tell you
that. Even through the train window
I could see that it looked bleak and
barren. Another Okinawa, I thought,
wondering how Steve could feel so
strongly for this bit of country.
When I stepped from the train there
was Steve standing beside a battered
"Look me up some
day, will you, Marks?"
he said sadly.
old coupe, wav-
ing his hand tim-
idly. The same old
Steve, I thought
as I started to-
ward him.
We slapped
each other on the
back and called
each other affec-
tionate names the
way Gyrenes will
when they get to-
gether. Then we got in his car.
For a while I just stared out of the
window, neither of us saying anything.
After a while we hit the small town.
And right away I knew something was
up.
A large streamer stretched from a
window across the main street to the
other side, and the streamer read,
"Steve Thomson for Mayor."
I turned to look at Steve. He was
staring straight ahead, his knuckles
gripping the wheel so tight I knew he
was under some strain.
"What's the idea holding out on me?"
I said. "Steve, you're running for may-
or."
"I know it, Marks," he said quietly.
Suddenly pulling up on a side street, he
stopped the car. Tie stared at me. Then
he grabbed my hand and whispered,
"Marks, I can't go through with this.
The people are crazy. They think I can
do things for them. They're wrong. I'm
a weakling. You know that."
"You're crazy, Steve," I said strongly.
"Maybe you're just what this one-horse
town needs."
He shook his head and frowned. Then
he sighed deeply. "I wish you were right,
Marks. But how do I know I've got the
courage and strength for a job like
they're wishing on me? Even if I should
win, that is."
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I tried arguing with him, but the
more I argued the more upset he be-
came. His small, thin face took on a
look of such misery that I felt almost
sorry for him. I couldn't convince him
he was wrong. They wanted new blood
and because he had been a Marine the
people had put him up for mayor.
"But they don't know me — the real
me— ^larks," he said. "I might let them
down."
We argued all the way home. Once
home, we stopped arguing. He intro-
duced me to his wife, Helen, who seemed
just right for Steve, being a quiet,
gentle, dark-haired little woman. She
was also very understanding, for after
supper she said with a smile, "Well, I'll
leave you two former ]Marines to talk
over the old days."
I was grateful for that. Alone, Steve
called m.e over to his closet and showed
me his uniform, still well-kept.
"Maybe I didn't do right by it, Marks,"
he said, v.-etting his lips, "but it's still
mine."
"Sure, Steve, sure," I said.
This soft-hearted lug bothered me.
He was such a simple guy. He couldn't
get it out of his head that just because
he wasn't a brute he couldn't be a good
mayor.
We talked for a 15hg while and I
told him my plans for a housing proj-
ect. His eyes lit up. 'Tf I were mayor,"
he said, "I'd sure let you build those
houses. This is a young town. Plenty
of vets here doubUng up with their folks.
You're just what they need. But— I'm
afraid you've come for nothing."
"You're the next mayor, Steve," I
said encouragingly. "I know it. And
forget that nonsense about not being
a man. Some day the proof will be there
for you."
After a while we must have dozed off
in our chairs. I dreamed of Steve and
me, killing Japs . . . Steve behind a
machine gun, a ferocious look in his
eyes, squeezing the trigger and shouting,
"Come on, you bums, I'll kill you all!"
And there I was beside him helping him
load the machine gun as I screamed,
"Go get 'em, Steve !"
A terrible dream. I finally tore my-
self awake. Steve was still asleep. Some-
one was hammering on the door.
Steve opened one eye and looked at
me. "The door," I muttered.
Helen had already come down the
stairs, a bathrobe over her. She opened
the door and heard a breathless voice,
"Sorry to bother you like this, Mrs.
Thomson, but there's been a jail break!"
"Good heavens! Come in!"
The men trouped in. The good people
of IMolloy County. Steve was scared, I
could see that.
"We haven't got much time," the
spokeman said quickly. "That rat Somers
just broke out and wounded the guard.
He's headed for Summit Ridge. By
daybreak, he'll be gone. The state troop-
ers are on their way and the whole
town's on the alert. A\> thought you
might like to come with us in case
you're needed."
That's a small town for you. Every-
one pitches in to help. Steve looked
startled. Then he flushed. Then he
winced. The test, I thought to myself.
This is it. Steve knows it and I know
it.
Steve said quietly, "Wait here." He
went up the stairs and when he came
down he was wearing a coat and hat.
"Come on," he said to the men, "I'll do
what I can."
He turned to Helen and kissed her.
"We'll be back soon, honey," he told
her.
"Be careful, Steve," she said fearfully.
"I'm going with 3^ou," I said.
We left quickly. Outside stood a large
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sound truck, the kind they use for elec-
tion purposes. We piled in and headed
for the mountain where this killer
Somers was holed up.
Of course, when we got there the
state troopers had the situation in hand.
There was a large crowd of the town-
folk out this night, too, and they were
held back by the troopers. A large
searchlight played on the mountain at
the spot where Somers was holed in
and the troopers were firing at it, but
somehow they weren't getting anywhere.
We all got as close to the action as
we could with the troopers shouting for
us to clear out in a hurry.
Finally two wounded troopers made
their way back from the danger zone.
The captain of the troopers started
cursing, "I'll be damned if I'm going
to have any more of my men wounded
just because the people of Molloy County
can't keep their criminafs in jail. Comes
morning, we're going to get permission
to fly a plane over and throw a few
bombs down on Somers' hideout. Then
we'll see how long he can last."
It was then that Steve spoke up.
"Send a plane over and you'll ruin our
mountain and scare the daylights out
of our people. We don't want that here."
"Oh, you don't? And who are you to
tell us what to do?" The trooper glared
at Steve. "Now come on, all of you.
Clear out of here, or — "
"Look," Steve said quietly. "There
are two ways to get that man to come
down. One is by shooting him out of
there. The other way is by reasoning
with him. I am sure he'll listen to a
good argument."
"Yeh? I suppose you think you can
give him one?"
"I can try. Look, we've got a sound
truck here, with a mike. Let me try
to get to him and I'll make him come
out. Give me this chance at my own
risk. I know Somers. I'd hate to see
him killed. I'll bring him down, I
guarantee you that!"
Maybe it was the way Steve said it.
No one would have ventured such a
crazy stunt with a dangerous killer
holed up in some remote spot on a
mountain, but they let him do it, giving
him firearm protection as much as
possible.
He took the mike with him and
started up the side of Summit Ridge.
No one could help him. We could hear
him talking in a soft voice and suddenly
I thought, suppose Steve doesn't come
out of this ? What about his wife Helen,
and his plans as mayor?
We heard Steve's voice and the re-
turning whang of Somers' gun. Then
after a while no more gunfire, and we
all figured Steve had gambled and lost.
The darn fool, I thought angrily, to
have to try to vindicate himself by such
a stunt. And the stupid troopers for
allowing it to happen.
It wasn't until we saw Steve and
Somers coming down together with
Somers' hands in the air and Steve be-
hind him with no weapon visible, that
I -knew I had witnessed a miracle.
The next thing Steve did was definite-
ly not the way the movie heroes do it,
for he fainted dead away. Somers was
shackled and I could hear him mutter-
ing, "I don't know how he did it to
me. That guy can sure talk. I just
couldn't shoot him. By morning I'd have
gotten away, too. Well, it's over now."
The newspapers ate the stuff up. By
morning Steve was a hero. The papers
said that an unarmed ex-Marine had
gone up a dangerous mountain after a
criminal and had captured him without
a shot being fired. They dwelt on the
fact that he used a mike through which
by his very words he had accomplished
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the almost impossible. Steve was brave, that helped. And then, of course, he
they said. kntw he couldn't last forever up there
But all Steve had to say was, "There on that lonely mountain. All you have
must be some mistake." to do is reason with a man, that's all."
"Yeh, yeh," I said gently. And when Helen says lovingly, "But
The election was in the bag after that. darling, what an awful chance you took,
Steve has been mayor for almost two goi^ig up that mountain with just an
years now. And true to his word, he's ^^^ ^:^^^,, g^^^^ ^^^^^^ ^^^ five-month-
built (with m.y uncle's help) one of the uii -i j ...i ,• j
. . M, r 1 o^<^ baby girl under the chm and grms
sweetest housmg projects you 11 find . <,^ r i • -.i „ , 5, «x
, agam. Conndentially, he tells us, I
anywhere.
When we're alone he'll look at me and ^"^ ^^^,^ ^ ^"^ °^ "^^ *^^^ "^^^*- J"'*
say shyly, "Marks, all I did was tell ^" ^^^^•"
Somers I'd give him a break if I became But knowing Steve the way I do, I
mayor. Within reason, of course. Somers just don't believe it. For Steve is the
was an old school mate of mine. Maybe type of guy who just detests violence.
The next time some wise guy starts bending your ear about the terrible state of
the world and insisting that nothing good came out of the war — just a lot of head-
aches— try telling him this story.
It's about the Marine Corps Fathers' Association of New York, which was started
over four years ago. Its membership is restricted — to fathers of boys in the Marine
Corps who never came back from World War II. These men got together and
decided that if their sons, of many ancestries and creeds, could give their lives to
wipe out racial and religious hatred, their fathers could do no less than follow their
example by carrying on a militant campaign against bigotry.
But that isn't all. The Marine Fathers feel a paternal responsibility toward all
ex-Marines, sons of fathers more fortunate than they, who are back in civilian life
but find themselves in a spot — financially speaking. These vets may need jobs, or
clothes for the new baby, or money to pay the rent. Well, the 'Tathers" come to
the rescue. They dig deep into their pockets and shell out, without looking at the
color of a needy veteran's face or asking what church he goes to.
Typical of the men who make up this remarkable outfit is the secretary, Harry
O'Donovan, who taught boxing to Theodore Roosevelt in the White House. Mr.
O'Donovan is an ardent Roman Catholic who takes his Christianity seriously and
gets all steamed up about man's inhumanity to man.
Recently, the Marine Corps Fathers' Association purchased a memorial grove in
Palestine, dedicating the trees to their sons v/ho lie buried under crosses and Stars
of David on far-flung battlefields. Twelve of those trees are from Harry O'Donovan
to the memory of his beloved son, Steve, who died within the shadow of Mt.
Suribachi.
So long as there are groups like this one — and there are others — don't let anyone
tell you that nothing good came out of the war.
A Fire for Thanksgiving
By Raymond Musser
Along with five million other Joes,
I was in France in the fall of '44.
"Turkey Day" came in quiet and cold, I
remember, and just before the boys up
ahead got bumped backwards by the
Bulge. There wasn't any need to disre-
gard the fourth-Thursday-in-November
tradition, merely because we were away
from home. We didn't.
Church
The Pilgrim people who hatched up
the idea in the first place started off the
Day by going to church. So did we. The
Rejormee pasteur and I worked out
what he called a programme du service
in two languages. I had a mimeographed
program made up in two languages, the
lithographed cover picturing a Pilgrim
couple walking to church along rows of
yellow corn shocks with a blunderbuss
over the man's shoulder. At the service
the pasteur explained the American
Thanksgiving tradition to his people ; an
English-speaking layman gave the wel-
come; a French vocalist and an Ameri-
can violinist furnished the music ; our
General spoke to the occasion ; the lay-
man summarized the General's remarks
for the French; and I delivered a brief
sermon, following it with the benedic-
tion, the hymn, "Faith of Our Fathers"
and the last stanza of "My Country,
'Tis of Thee."
Chatter
By previous arrangement twenty
French families were prepared to take
forty GIs home to dinner. I drew a pair
of school teachers. The madame, a prin-
cipal, spoke English fluently, and I
learned much of the nonparochial school
system there. A niece who was a doctor
was present; also one of the teachers'
two young daughters. We chatted
through the madame of American ways
and American life.
Chow
The meal was in six courses : apple
salad, tuna fish (bought and hid away
since '38), mashed potatoes and bologna,
cake and chocolate pudding, fruit, and
coffee {they called it coffee). 'Twasn't
like the turkey and trimmings the others
had at the GI mess, but this was inter-
esting in its own way. The French had
thin eating in those days, and, I wager,
many still do. . , .
Fellowship Fire
We reassembled at the social hall of
the church for tea (we furnished the
tea and sugar; they baked the cookies).
I got warm for the first time since I'd
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left the billet that morning. The church
sanctuary had been fireless, as chill as
an ice house; there had been only a
little charcoal fire in the dining room of
my host and hostess ; but this time each
Frenchman had brought a stick of wood
from his meager supply — to warm up the
fellowship. We did warm up, with the
fire, the hot tea, and the sociability.
They furnished an accordionist, folk
dancers, and a girls' quartette; we sup-
plied a basso profundo, a pianist, and a
barber-shop quartet. I visited the Boy
Scout room; listened to the story of a
rugged maquis just escaped from the
Dachau political prison; talked over my
teacup with industrialists and profes-
sional men, with wives and students.
Four laymen officially offered me the
use of their sanctuary on Sundays. I
was forced to decline because of the
distance involved between our billet and
the church. Following formal thank-
you's for a lovely Thanksgiving Day,
we sang the two national anthems, and
with cheers of "Vive la France!" and
"Vive I'Amerique!" the Day ended.
Ths Fire Still Clows
Now 'tis '48. Four years have fled by,
and '44 seems as remote and as unreal
as a dream. Yet our cause for thanks-
giving to God has increased, for both
the Frenchmen and Americans, and for
most other peoples, too. United States
and French authorities in the western
Europe coalition are working together
in friendly fashion. I dunno that forty
GIs could influence forty million French-
men much, but we did our bit. . . .
And I won't forget those sticks of
stove-wood that each Frenchie brought.
They made the finest fire of fellowship
I ever felt ! Their warmth still glows in
my memory. It was a clever idea. It
was Christian to the core. I believe it
to be a technique that will fan the flame
of friendship throughout the United
Nations !
i-'qJn^U-B Sn£/(S^'
Plud.
Battle-starred, safely through the war years we've come.
Thanks be to God for thus bringing us home;
Home from the bombs and the shrapnel and blast;
Home from the hell and dread hush — home, at last.
Listen — ^the Blue shrieks no dangerous sounds;
Look how the land with fat plenty abounds!
Our teeming tables we gladly would share —
Thanks be to Cod that Americans CARE!
Battle-scarred people can hardly afford
Baring their lands to another war horde;
We simultaneously, fervently raise
Strong prayers for Peace, v/ith our Thanksgiving Praise.
— By Pleasant Christian
(^PL. Don Avery rolled out of bed at
0530, beating reveille by half an hour.
He tiptoed into the latrine, washed
hurriedly, returned to his bunk, made it
up and dressed in the dark, then dashed
for the mess hall.
"How about breakfast?" he asked T/5
Bob Vandercote, who was busy brewing
coffee. Vandercote laugfied derisively.
"Breakfast at this time?" he scoffed.
"How do you rate special privileges?
I don't see no brass on you."
"Look," pleaded Avery, "all I want
is a cup of coffee and a slice of bread
and jam. Gee whiz, a guy has to eat
something."
"What's your hurry?" demanded the
cook. "Why don't you wait until the
company chows? You know we don't
eat until 7 o'clock."
"Yeah," grunted Avery. "I know that.
But I also know that I have to be over
to Personnel in a hurry. If I don't get
the pay roll out today our Uncle's going
to neglect us this month."
Vandercote snapped to attention. "Pay
roll!" he ejaculated. "Why didn't you
say so?"
Cpl. Don almost scalded his tonsils
with the coffee, but he did manage to
down half a cup, then took off with a
slice of bread between his teeth. He
finished it before he reached the Person-
nel Office, then prepared himself for a
day of diligence.
First he shook the sleeping CO. until
he snapped him out of his lethargy,
then sent him shuffling dreamily bar-
racksward. Next he clicked on the light
over his own desk, grabbed a stack of
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pay' roll forms from the supply box,
slipped four of them with a trio of
carbon sheets into his type^^riter, and
began banging away.
An hour later the other company
clerks came strolling into the office.
"What's the early start for?" heckled
one. "You buckin'?"
"Heck, no," protested Don. "All you
other guys had a chance to get your
pay rolls done yesterday. I was so busy
making out charge sheets on those Joes
in my company who acted up disorderly
in town that I didn't get any deeper in
my roll than master sergeants."
The other clerk clucked his tongue
poisily. "My heart bleeds for you, chum,"
he heckled.
Avery ignored him and continued with
the pay roll. He was down to the staff
sergeants when Pvt. Ralph Legenbass
shuffled in.
Legenbass was an uninspired Georgia
cracker. "Corp," he drawled, "ah wanna
take out one of them there allotments."
"Can't you wait until tomorrow?"
urged Avery. "I'm working on the pay
roll now."
"Corp," insisted Legenbass, "ah jes'
got off a detail fer the express purpose
of takin' out an allotment. Ah'll never
git off tomorrow with the same excuse."
Avery sighed. "Okay, then. What kind
of allotment do you want?"
Legenbass scratched his nose leisurely
and yawned. He bit off a slab of chew-
ing tobacco, stepped outside to expecto-
rate, then returned at a Stepin Fetchit
pace. "Vv^hat kind've allotments you-all
got?"
Avery patiently proceeded to describe
the various types in detail, and Legen-
bass soberly mulled the matter over.
He used his fingers for figuring purposes
and mumbled to himself, while the clerk
bit his lips nervously. Finally, the Geor-
gian decided upon a five-dollar-a-month
Class E. Avery winced. "How far can
you get on five dollars a month?" he
argued.
"That's sixty dollars a year," ex-
plained Legenbass. "Leastwise that's how
ah calculate it, and sixty dollars is sixty
dollars."
"You've got me there," yielded Avery,
whereupon he submissively prepared the
forms which Legenbass required only
ten minutes to sign !
Avery resumed the pay roll with a
vengeance. He chain-smoked fiercely,
ignored all activity about him, and was
down to technicians, fourth grade, when
the sergeant major called: "Avereee !
Telephone for you !"
Don groaned sonorously but answered
the phone. It was the CO. "Corporal,"
he barked, "I've changed my mind about
those charge sheets on Delaney. I want
him tried under a diff'erent Article of
War."
"But, Captain," wailed the corporal,
"I'm working on the pay roll today. I
have to get it into Finance so they can
start computing it the first thing to-
morrow morning. Otherwise the men
don't get paid this month. You know I
was held up by all those charge sheets
yesterday, and — "
"Corporal," boomed the captain, "I
told you I want the charge sheets on
Delaney changed and I want 'em
changed now. You come right over here
to the orderly room and get the infor-
mation. On the double!"
"Yes sir, yes, Captain. Right away,
sir," said Avery. He hung up while
extremely unpleasant desires for his
superior flooded his mind.
By the time he had finished with the
CO. and the charge sheets it was lunch
tim.e. Avery skipped chow, settled for
a couple of chocolate bars in the PX,
and returned to the pa}^ roll. He was
still working on the sizeable list of
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company T/4's when S/Sgt. Hoseman
made his appearance.
"Corporal," he announced, "I wanna
raise my insurance a thousand bucks.
Can you accommodate me?"
"Gee, Sarge," pleaded Avery, "can't
you wait until tomorrow? My pay
roll—"
"Gosh, Corporal," said Hoseman, "I'd
be happy to wait until tomorrow. Only
too happy."
Avery sighed with relief.
"But the only trouble is, tomorrow
I gotta take a couple of new men out
to the rifle range and I'll be gone all
day. You know how it is."
Avery shook his head and sighed in
melancholy. "Yeah, Sarge, I know how
it is." He proceeded with the sergeant's
insurance, and when the staff man left
Don looked at his watch. "Pete's sake,"
he moaned. "If I'm not bothered any
more I might get through by ten to-
night."
He completed the listing of T/4s,
entered the accounts of the two corporals
(including himself), then lined up the
service records of the company's T/5's.
He looked at the records momentarily
and scowled. "Love of Mike, must be
more tomatoes'^ than privates in this
outfit."
When the first T/5's name was regis-
tered, PFC Blackmoor strode up to the
clerk's desk. "Corporal," he said, "I
wanna know if I can stop my allotment
to my wife. The last letter I got from
her was a sassy one, and — "
Avery managed to straighten Black-
moor out without having to listen to the
complete chronicle of his married career.
He typed a few more accounts onto the
roll, then Lt. Woodgill Hahn came in
to register a complaint. His travel pay
for his last period of detached service
was $1.50 short. He knew it was be-
cause he had figured it out to the penny.
and oh well, it was $1.50 all right, and
still it wasn't the $1.50 so much as the
principle of the thing, because after all,
even though he was an officer, why
should the Government — ?
And then T/5 Grayson made an ap-
pearance to find out why he hadn't re-
ceived his furlough ration money yet.
Criminy, there were guys who were on
furlough two weeks after he and they
already had their dough, so what was
holding him up — ?
Pvt. Goldman wandered in to find out
whether his last tetanus shot had been
entered in the service record. He once
had heard of a guy whose shots weren't
recorded in the book so he had to take
them all over again, and that wasn't
going to happen to this GI, so if you'd
just be kind enough to look it up.
Corporal —
M/Sgt. Allen made his beaming ap-
pearance and laid a hundred simoleons
in one and two-dollar bills on the desk.
He had just won the pile in a game of
chance, he reported, and he wanted to
toss tlic works into Soldiers' Deposits,
and no, he absolutely refused to wait
until tomorrow because he might lose
it back, and anyway, it was the company
clerk's duty to accept money for Soldiers'
Deposits whenever it was offered to him.
It said so in AR something or other,
and —
Two privates came in to settle an
argument as to whether a T/5 is actual-
ly a noncommissioned officer, and can he
really give orders to a line private, and —
One man wanted to know whether he
was listed as a Methodist or Baptist in
his service record, while one more came
to inquire about his Army General
Classification Test score, and still an-
other was angry at the first sergeant so
he wanted a letter typed up requesting
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immediate transfer to another company,
or another Army !
It was 1800, and Avery was suffering
from hunger pangs. He wasn't more
than halfway through the T/5's on the
pay roll with all those privates first
class and privates second class to go yet,
and boy, would he be lucky to finish
that pay roll by midnight.
Hunger overcame him and he con-
cluded that he'd starve to death if he
didn't appease himself with a sandwich
and a bottle of milk. His stomath empty,
his head spinning, his eyes watery, his
throat tasting like dry ashes, he started
off for the PX.
When he reached the street a couple
of dirty-faced characters in fatigues
approached him.
"Hey big shot!" jeered one. "Have
you got the racket !"
Avery pointed at himself. "You mean
me?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah, you," snorted the character.
"You pen-pushers, all the time dressed
in OD's, doing nothing all day but filling
out forms — and you get a rating on top
of it. My achin' back — some Army!"
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fascism and other hate complexes, which
indeed we should. But unless we plant
the field with some useful crop and then
cultivate it with care the weeds will
return again, and maybe more thickly.
Can it be that America's faith has de-
cayed to the point where she has no
constructive ideologies which now hold
her confidence?
There are those who sing the praises
of the founding fathers without realizing
the great effort necessary in founding
America — a nation probably unexcelled
in opportunities by any other. But these
opportunities carry heavy responsibilities
also, one of the greatest of which is to
promote understanding. To illustrate:
Only today it was necessary to remind
a comrade, who survived, of the Negro
mess-boy who with the 20-millimeter
gun on his LCI (landing craft, infantry)
neutralized an enemy pillbox on a
Sicilian beach which seriously menaced
a number of us after we had reached
the shore. Then, too, there was the
Jewish doctor who had later saved the
life of one of us.
Indeed, Caronia was once a peaceful
green pasture. It is peaceful again now.
We will understand one another better
if we pause to think of the teamwork
and understanding which together ac-
complished victory. Further struggle
may be necessary to preserve these —
they are not preserved simply by their
own excellence. We must think about
them, concentrate upon them and work
at them. We lived together, we struggled
together, we died together then; why
can't we work together now?
"If folks u'd get along with each other as peaceable and understanding as people
get along with dogs, the'd be a heap more comfort in the world."
— Clarence Biidington Kelland, in sunshine
Journey Cbrougb the
lioly Cand
By James L. Harte
PART
^^ThE Ishmaclite worded the battle-
song on his lips: On the ridge of Ephes-
Dammim the heathen giant stood like
a monolith. . . .' It zuas a song of
glory. It was the song of David who
slew the giant Goliath, zvith the help
of God and a pebble from the brook."
Even then it was a part of the glory
of the land that is holy, a chant of the
ageless battle that Man might win the
right to greet his neighbor with "Shalom
Alaychem". . . . "Peace be with you."
The more than 3,000 years of recorded
history of the Holy Land are replete
with the songs and the tales of strife
and bloodshed within the endless, time-
less search for peace. At least twice the
desolation of the area was so complete
that there are gaps in the recorded his-
tory. More than 20 sieges have laid waste
the shrines sacred to Christian, to Jew
and to Moslem. But always peace has
come again, and the shrines have been
restored, and the pilgrimages begun
again by Man with heart bright with
hope. Pilgrimages of tribute to that
Prince of Peace whose birthplace en-
shrines the Holy Land forever.
The United States Army chaplains
conducted scenic tours of the Holy Land
for all military personnel during the
late years of World War H, tours for
personnel on furlough or convalescing
from illness or wounds. The tours were
so popular and encouraged so much re-
ligious interest that Jerusalem stores.
in those years, were unable to keep up
with the demand for Bibles. And re-
quests of personnel to be permitted to go
on such tours had to be made three
weeks in advance in order to be fulfilled.
On a yearly average, more than 3,000
officers, nurses and enlisted men made
the trek to the Church of the Nativity
in Bethlehem, the Way of the Cross —
Christ's itinerary from point of con-
demnation to Calvary, the Tomb of Our
Lady (Mary, mother of Christ), David's
Tower, the Temple of Omar, the Garden
of Gethsemane, Jacob's Well, St. Steph-
en's Gate and other of the various
gates and original streets of Jerusalem,
the Pool of the Sultan, the Tomb of
Rachel and the Tomb where Christ was
said to have been laid after His cruci-
fixion.
These are proud sights in the ancient
and semiarid land which is linked more
closely than any other with three great
world religions — Christian, Hebrew,
Mohammedan. And of the land, it is
the Holy City of Jerusalem which first
we shall visit.
Midway between the Dead Sea and
the Mediterranean, Jerusalem has been
called a meeting place of the east and
west. Yet the location alone is not the
reason for the importance of the city,
which originally, 33 centuries ago, was
named Urn Salini, "^City of Peace."
Half a mile above sea level on the
watershed between the Arabian desert
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and the coastal plain, the city was es-
tablished near ancient trade routes. It
became known as a place of refuge for
travelers.
About 1400 B.C. it existed as a
vassal of Egypt. Among its historic
shrines today may still be seen tablets
sent to the Pharaoh from Jerusalem
asking for aid against expected attack
from the Ishmaelites. Then, in 1048
B.C., David, the Hebrew leader, captured
the city. His son Solomon erected a
temple of the Israelites, and the Jewish
Wailing Wall that stands today within
the mile-square ancient Jerusalem set-
tlement is believed by some historians
to be a remnant of that Temple of
Solomon.
The history of the Holy City under
the followers of the God of the Chris-
tians, the birth and the death of Christ,
is too well recorded in the Holy Book to
be recounted here. Yet the citadel was a
beleaguered one that, after its short
years under the Israelites, fell to suc-
St. Stephen's Gate, which derives its name
from the fact that St. Stephen was stoned to
death in the vicinity. It is part of the fortress-
like wall, about 20 feet high and 2^^ miles
long, which surrounds the old city of Jerusalem.
(RNS photo)
ceeding waves of conquerors that in-
cluded Macedonians, Romans, Persians
and many of the Moslem tribes. Then
in A.D. 1099 Christian crusaders from
Europe stormed the city and brought
Latin rule that lasted until the 12th
Century. The Mohammedans then re-
gained control and maintained it until
1917, when Great Britain succeeded in
ousting the Turks and establishing Brit-
ish mandate over all Palestine.
The modern city of Jerusalem dates
back only to 1858. In its ancient streets
where stand the graceful Mosque of
Omar, one of the three most sacred
spots in Moslem religion, and the Church
of the Holy Sepulchre, most holy to the
Christian religion, there exists a time-
lessness that is lost as the city spreads
in all directions across the hills and
valleys of Biblical Canaan. Modern of-
fice buildings on broad avenues com-
pletely surround the narrow alleys of the
old section. The great Hebrew Uni-
versity, opened in 1925, stands on the
slope of nearby Mount Scopus, looking
down upon the land where once walked
David and Solomon and Saul and Jona-
than. An imposing medical center was
erected in 1939 and in the same year a
modern pipe line over 40 miles in length
was laid to bring water from distant
mountain springs to the arid capital of
the Holy Land.
But it is of the old that stirs our
hearts and not of the new. For it is
the wonder of wonders that the great
religions, Judaism, Christianity and
Islam, were all born here. That the
beliefs of almost all of the human race
in God and Man came from this one
small geographic area. For this Jerusa-
lem was the central city; not a great
marketplace, not the seat of a powerful
military force, not the capital of a vast
empire, but a city that has ever lived
in the hearts of man as the foundation
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of our Western civilization, as the home
of that Temple dedicated to God. In
it lived and taught Jesus Christ. In it
lived and dreamed Moses, David, Isaiah,
Solomon, Jeremiah, Mark, Matthew,
Luke, John and Paul.
To the Holy City, thence to the
Christian world, from the far-off hill
called Mount Sinai, came the Ten Com-
mandments which we recognize as the
foundation of moral law. And from the
city and its ancient people came, too,
the prophets and the apostles, and the
Torah and the Old and the New Testa-
ments. And there came the history that
is our faith, of the Way of the Cross,
the Via Dolorosa, upon which Jesus trod,
wearily bearing upon His back the
Roman cross upon which He left His
blood and from which He spoke His
last words : Eli, Eli, lama Sabachthani
. . . "My God, My God, why hast Thou
forsaken me?"
These v^^ere words of supplication to
the everlasting cause of peace as was
the older battle-song of the Ishmaelite
as he mouthed : "On the ridge of Ephes-
Dammim the heathen giant stood like a
monolith." And the same were the words
of Halevi who, in the 12th Century when
the Mohammedans threatened, sang :
"Zion, zvilt thou not ask if peace's wing
shadozvs the captives that ensue thy
peace. . . . Salute thee: Peace and
Peace from every side."
Time was when Jerusalem was drowsy
with peace. It was mellow and its very
name of Urn Salim hung as a sleepy
murmur on the lips. The fields and
orchards beyond it were not over-rich,
but they yielded a sufficiency of grain
and fruit. The meadowland nourished
flocks and herds, and the men of Israel
had brought the vine into the midst of
the city so that there were grapes and
the wine of grapes. And the benediction
seemed to have fallen upon the city from
The western slope of the Mount of Olives.
It was in the Garden of Gethsemanc, a plot of
grotind on this rise, that Christ suffered His
agony and was taken prisoner. The tomb of
Absalom is shown in left foreground, St.
Jacob's Grotto in the center, and the tomb of
Zacharias at right. (RNS photo)
the Father who might have said: "For
the people have been hungry and thirsty
and weary after their sojourn in the
wilderness, and it is only fitting that
they should eat and drink in peace."
We shall look back into that time
as we visit the land of the Messiah,
as we move from Jacob's Well where
Joseph's brothers sold him into slavery,
through the Gate of the Lady Mary,
to journey along the ancient paths of
the Holy Land. And we shall pause in
our journey to lift a silent prayer at the
American military cemetery that joins
the world of today with the world of the
prophets in the cause of peace. A ceme-
tery dedicated in 1943 as an Army
chaplain of Jewish faith read the in-
vocation, the ground was consecrated
by a Franciscan brother from Jerusalem,
and the benediction was given by a
Protestant chaplain. And it seems fitting
as we begin our journey into the Holy
Land to know that where Our Lord
lived and taught that men should be
free, there is a tiny patch of American
earth.
Top Album of the Month:
The Messiah, Handel — Bibletone Rec-
ords. For the first time in the history of
the record industry, an abridged version
of Handel's great oratorio work, The
Messiah, has been released by Bible-
tone. Condensed to four records, this v
Bibletone album contains 24 minutes of
carefully selected recordings packed
full of the most precious musical gems
of this oratorio master-work . . . with
full consideration for continuity, both
artistic and scriptural.
Performed by the top-ranking ora-
torio artists in the United States (in-
cluding the 300 voices of the world-
famed Augustana Choir of Rock Island,
Illinois ; soloists : J. Alden Edkins, Lura
Stover, Harold Hough and Lydia Sum-
mers ; organists : Clarence Snyder and
Brynolf Lundholm; musical director:
Henry Veld), this album has been ac-
claimed by all lovers of great music as
the "finest of its kind."
The Bibletone Messiah includes the
following well-known selections : Com-
fort Ye My People, Every Valley Shall
Be Exalted, Hallelujah Chorus, O Thou
That Tellest Good Tidings to Zion, The
Trumpet Shall Sound, recitatives. Glory
to God in the Highest, I Know That
My Redeemer Liveth, He Shall Feed
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His Flock, Come Unto Him. He Was
Despised, and Surely He Hath Borne
Our Griefs. The album is arranged so
that these numbers can be played con-
tinuously on a record player, allowing
uninterrupted enjoyment of this master-
work.
The album cover is a beautiful full-
color reproduction of Botticelli's paint-
ing, "Adoration of the Magi," from the
National Gallery of Art in Washington,
D. C. The unprecedented interest shown
in The Messiah has prompted Bibletone
to start production on other master-
works in abridged version.
Dream Time — Jack Fina, MGM
Album. Pull up that easy chair, turn
down the lights, and settle back for a
half-hour of magic with music. It's time
for dreaming, dreaming with the piano
music of Jack Fina and the dream songs
of the past decade. Jack's delicately
shaded keyboard weaving sets the mood
with the beautiful song from the U-I
picture, 77/ Be Yours, and as he plays
It's Dream Time, slip back through the
years and reminisce, for all these songs
have memories both new and old. Every
one will know the nostalgia of love as
they listen to Girl of My Dreams, All I
Do Is Dream of You, and lovers of
today and yesterday must hold a tender
place for the beautiful and haunting
themes of I'll See You in My Dreams.
These and many others are all sensi-
tively and beautifully played by the
modern master of the keyboard. There
are moments in every week when one
must take the time for reflection — for
sheer dreaming, for weaving the roman-
tic, rose-colored picture of one's imagi-
nation. For such moments is this album
meant, and in such moments will you
delight in the magical, stardusted wiz-
ardry of Jack Fina.
Classics in Modern — Frank DeVol
and his Orchestra, Capitol Album.
Classics in Modern is a collection of
popular music adapted from the classics,
beautifully performed by Frank DeVol
and his orchestra. Not so long ago
popular music fans were amazed to learn
that the beautiful Moon Love was actu-
ally taken from the second movement of
Tschaikowsky's Fifth Symphony. And
classical enthusiasts were equally sur-
prised to hear this familiar concert
theme set to tempo in a lovely, romantic
song. Many classical compositions have
been set to popular songs in this fashion,
for music that is truly great possesses
an inherent beauty and simplicity that
touches the hearts of everyone, regard-
less of taste or temperament. This album
includes the best of such music ; from
great composers like Rubinstein, Ravel,
and of course the immortal Tschaikow-
sky. In popular form, these melodies
were sung and played by all America,
and here Frank DeVol has given each
an exquisite setting, played in the tempo
of the popular interpretations but im-
ploying a full concert orchestra.
Three Dances From "The Three-
Cornered Hat," de Falla — Alceo Galliera
conducting The Philharmonic Orchestra,
Columbia. Alceo Galliera, one of the
most promising young Italian conduc-
tors, has directed London's Philharmonic
Orchestra in three dances from Manuel
de Falla's enchanting Spanish ballet, The
Three-Cornered Hat. The work was
originally commissioned by Diaghilev
for the Ballet Russe, and had its pre-
miere in 1919 in London. The three
dances which make up this suite are
The Neighbors, Dance of the Miller and
Final Dance. All three are marked by a
rhythmic decisiveness, a colorful sweep
of Spanish folk melodies which fairly
bring the dancers before your eyes.
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Chapter Three — Conclusion
Bright Sayings
QOING forward still further, with
markets in mind, let us consider the
"Bright Sayings" which are usually
adult remarks from the mouths of chil-
dren. When published they pay from $2
to $5 each.
Again you are interested in how to
get "Sayings" ideas. Well, we all have
at some time or other heard about the
girl who ran after her man until he
married her or vice versa. I used this
idea in the following manner :
"My little niece Shirley was racing
around the porch with our neighbor's
son close at her heels.
"Why are you chasing her?" I asked.
"She pinched me," he replied.
I turned to Shirley. "Why did you
pinch him?"
Blushing prettily she whispered "So
he would chase me."
That same idea can be carried still
further :
Five-year old Johnny stumbled into
the house, battered and bruised. "John-
ny," I reproached him, "what have you
been fighting about this time?"
Hanging his head Johnny sobbed :
"It was over a woman."
And:
Bobby, with an eye on the refrigerator
and its container of soft drinks, rushed
into the house exclaiming how thirsty
he was.
"Here is a glass of water," I said.
Bobby looked at me and scowled. "I
want a drink, not a bath."
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Markets for your Bright Sayings arc :
Bright Sayings Editor, Chicago Daily Tribune,
Chicago 11, Illinois.
Bright Sayings, The News, 220 East 42nd St.,
New York 17. N. Y.
Young America, Magazine Digest, 20 Spadina
Road, Toronto 4, Canada.
Filler Items
In the field of filler items and to con-
tinue your original resolution of 500
words a day, it is suggested you now use
a little ingenuity and write a number of
yjDur most popular household hints and
recipes. Mother can help you with these.
Or perhaps you know of some way of
cleaning your car, or repairing an awk-
ward door jamb or any number of short
cuts to labor saving in the home. Your
markets, which pay from $2 to $5 for
each accepted item, are: Helpful hints
for home makers, to :
Streamliner, Stella White, Sun-Times, 211 W.
W acker, Chicago 6, Illinois.
Recipe Contest, Chicago Tribune, Chicago,
Illinois.
Favorite Recipe Editor, The News, 220 East
42nd St., New York 17, N. Y.
With these submissions, return postage
is not required. Keep carbon copies of
your material and if a check isn't re-
ceived within two weeks submit your
entry elsewhere. You can send as many
as you wish, but one at a time. I have
sold to these markets again and again.
Hobby Articles
The above are preliminary steps to
start you writing and perhaps enable
you to receive a few checks. Your first
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big step forward toward feature writing
is the hobby article, my specialty.
This type of material is comparatively
easy to write, once you learn the speci-
fied method of presentation. But again
you must study the published material.
There are, however, no worries about
characterization or plot formulas. Prac-
tically all hobby articles demand some
research to make them interesting and
informative. And again your public
library is the best source. Presume that
you are writing an article on coins.
Cram up on a history of coins ; revise,
digest and condense your material. It
must be understood, of course, that be-
fore you considered writing a coin
article you had in mind a fresh approach.
During the war while GIs were over-
seas, French coins were made into
bracelets, rings, earrings and necklaces.
That was new then. But now it would
•no longer be acceptable.
Up to this stage you have noticed
that I did not tell you in so many words
HOW TO WRITE. That you must
learn for yourself. No one can show you
how to write. But I have given ex-
amples, illustrated ideas, how- they are
conceived and what markets exist for
them. This information you will not find
in any other form of study.
HOW TO WRITE can be summed
up in three words— DESIRE TO
WRITE. If you have that desire, talent
and ability are secondary. And again I
repeat, study the magazines, read each
story a dozen times or more. Cut it
down into thumbnail plots until you dis-
cover for yourself just what made it
click and why it was published.
Try for the smaller markets first, as
we emphasized previously. Your com-
petition will be less difficult. Now back
to the hobby article.
Practically everybody has a hobby of
some kind. If he doesn't he is indeed a
lonely, idle and boring individual.
Hobby ideas are everywhere. Read
every little item in your newspaper and
you will find in isolated corners fillers
on hobbies and various collections. Often
the name and address of the collector is
given. Write to them and express your
desire to write a feature article on their
hobby. Usually hobbyists are very co-
operative. They love publicity. Then
send them a list of questions on how
their hobby started, why, when and
what. Ask them the value of their hobby,
how they display it and what benefits
they derive from it, Gk) to the library
and read up on the particular items they
collect. Condense your findings and use
the information as quotes by the hob-
byist. After completing your article
send it to the person you are writing
about for editing and approval.
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Here is how I created a hobby feature,
"Wedding of the Dolls." I received a
copy of my neighborhood paper. In it
was an item about an elderly lady who,
handicapped with a severe spine injury,
started collecting dolls for recuperative
relaxation upon the advice of her phy-
sician. Her story was illustrated with
four splendid photographs. I visited the
lady, interviewed her and discovered
that each Christmas she held an open
house where she displayed her doll col-
lection to her friends. Her display was
complete to a bridal party, maids in
waiting, doll preacher, a little church
with a music box inside. The entire
wedding procession was arranged under
a brilliantly lighted Christmas tree. She
told me that all she needed was a suit-
able groom doll for the bride. She had
received many offers of groom dolls but
they lacked the necessary historical
background, they were not blue bloods.
Most of her dolls were received from
foreign countries and had been handed
down from generation to generation.
There was my plot — a bride waiting for
her groom. Then research gave me an
authentic history of the first dolls, Indian
dolls and dolls used for pagan rituals
in the African jungles. That created in-
terest. I visited the editorial offices
where the story was first published and
requested the loan of the original photo-
graphs. I wrote 2,000 words on "Wed-
ding of the Dolls" and with the photo-
graphs the article appeared in Profitable
Hobbies.
But before writing this story I
studied the hobby magazines and decided
just what magazine I'd submit it to. The
hobby field is a fresh market for the
amateur writer and some publications
are:
Profitable Hobbies, 24 Burlington, Kansas
City 16, Missouri.
The_ Hobby Reporter, Editor Maxfield, 30 1' U
Main St., Nashua, New Hampshire. "
Hobbyists Publication, Editor Rose, 19 S.
Third St., St. Louis 2, Missouri.
Send for sample copies; study them;
then circulate them among your friends
and neighbors. You should find at least
one hobby to write about. Above all
keep your ears and eyes open and your
pencil sharp.
A year of this preliminary writing
should prepare you for the larger
markets and perhaps enable you to write
fiction, which is the chief goal of every
writer.
Hint's on Fiction Writing
Avoid "ing" words together; they
usually give an amateurish tone. An ex-
amble of this violation is the following
paragraph, which not only violates
phrasing but is too much of a tongue
twister. It was taken from an actual
manuscript. "Daily deluge of conflicting
regulations rescinding previous still more
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contradicting rules demanding concen-
tration."
Do not use too many adjectives with
nouns. Adjectives add to a picture and
many writers make their scenes more
vivid with them, but they should not be
overdone. Don't overdo adverbs such as
"she said simply" and "he protested
feebly." It is all right to use one of this
type now and then but usually they
should not be together.
Always check your similes and meta-
phors. These help more than anything
else to make a writer's style original
and vivid, but must be new; otherwise
plain phrases should be used.
Oh, zvell and why may be used as
dialogue openings now and then but
they should be used sparingly. Check
your fictional dialogue and omit any
that won't be missed. Too many give an
amateurish effect. They are sprinkled
heavily through real conversation but
can be rather tiresome in fiction dia-
logue.
Keep one person's viewpoint in a
short story.
Now that you have reached this final
phase of this study it is recommended
that you practice the following routine :
Purchase three recent issues of one
magazine that you particularly enjoy.
Read every story. Write a 150-word plot
outline of each story. Take five or six
paragraphs from each story that appeals
to you. Then write them out word for
word just as they are published. Then
experiment with these few paragraphs
by changing them, revising and reword-
ing them.
While doing this, study all plots, note
similarities. Then write a plot outline
directed to the particular magazine that
appeals to you. The word length of your
story should be the same as the published
story. The number of main characters
you use should be the same also. Ask
"Oh, I don't read any books —
I just want your autograph."
yourself, "When does the main char-
acter make his first appearance? When
does the first conflict start?" and direct
your conflict in your study story at the
same point.
After you are thoroughly familiar
with this routine, write a short-short
original story of 1,000 words. Introduce
your hero or heroine in the first 100
words. At the time you make this in-
troduction he should be facing a conflict,
a problem by which he is being worsted.
Your hero must have a good reason
for being in this conflict. His motiva-
tions for wanting to continue this con-
flict multiply as your story unfolds.
At the same time the opposing force
— villain, weather, physical handicap or
a personal or financial problem — must
have good logical reasons for conflicting
with the hero.
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At the end of the first action sequence
the hero is a little worse off than he was
at the beginning-.
The goal or climax of the story is
clearly in your mind and hinted at in
the first 500 words. Every incident that
does not lead to that goal should be
eliminated. Every act of the hero takes
him further toward his goal and the
climax.
The climax and explanation are
handled in the last 500 words. As you
write this your first story continue your
study of other short-short stories, such
as appear in Collier's and Liberty maga-
zines.
Conclusion
Returning to the first chapter of this
work: When you write a letter it is
because you feel you have something to
say. The same procedure holds true for
writing fiction or nonfiction. You have
something to say, some message to con-
vey or some idea you are urged to ex-
press. In order to experience any relief
from these creative birth pains you must
undergo the labor of getting the ideas
on paper. But that creative power must
be stimulated by a worth-while theme.
The secret of successful writing is
sometimes called inspiration. Inspiration
is the ability of starting with an infant
idea in mind, forcing yourself to dress it
up into something entirely different, and
hoping it will be more attractive than
the original idea.
To close this treatise, the famous
words of Robert Louis Stevenson are,
at this point, not only appropriate but
encouraging: "To travel hopefully is
better than to arrive."
Assignment : I will personally assist
any reader of this publication to write
a hobby article. Write me full details
about the hobby you want to feature.
Enclose stamped envelope for reply. If
your idea is acceptable I will explain
in full detail how to prepare your idea
and where to submit it for publication.
All letters will be answered. Address
them to :
Joseph C. Salak, 6542 South Woodlawn Ave-
nue, Chicago 37 , Illinois
Please include a stamped self-ad-
dressed envelope with each.
' VAat letter 2'd(^ed m Black
The bell rang furiously. I rushed to the door. The postman handed me a
letter. I tore open the envelope and read the notice quickly. Then I read
it more slowly. Then I read it again with sadness and regret. Huge tears
filled my eyes, both of them, and streamed down my cheeks onto the collar
of my one and only white shirt, as I gazed out into the gathering twilight
of the evening. An old, old friend. Such an old friend. Is it any wonder
that I am in sorrow!
Once more I looked at the notice — for the fourth time. Yes, it was true.
For the fifth time I read it, ere darkness came, and sighed deeply.
Yes, it was actually there, black on white. My subscription to THE
LINK had expired.
1 killed him," she said sadly.
Then the old woman began swaying
in her chair in the corner of the room,
her face swathed in a sliding grey mask
of shadows. Thin breaths of sorrow,
barely, distinguishable from the creaking
of the chair, kept slipping from her
lips, and her shoulders twitched as
craving some form of action. This sit-
ting and quiet moaning depressed him.
He experienced it as a sort of death.
"I must go soon," he said, although
he had expected to stay and reminisce
for a long time.
She lifted her head, her eyelids rising
slowly like dark shades in a window.
though she were being slashed by a cold
rushing wind.
Her dead son's friend sat with her.
He was restless, almost frightened. He
had come from across the ocean, ex-
pecting a torrent of sound and tears,
but so far there had been only the terse
self-accusation .' . . and now this low,
steady keening. . . . He was young and
outgoing ; he found himself suddenly
"I am very sorry," he said louder,
"but I must go soon."
She moved forward desperately and
with one movement seemed to cast the
shadow oflF as though it had been a
grey foamy veil. Alfred hadn't resembled
her at all, he thought. She had a hawk's
face, dark and bony, with strength and
tension showing at every pore. Alfred
had been smiling and relaxed and blonde.
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She smiled. It wasn't a smile of glad-
ness, he noted. How could it be? It was
a signal of return. She had withdrawn
miles inside herself to some lonely, bitter
shadow of a place, and now, returned,
she was greeting him, Alfred's friend,
Alfred's shipmate, the boy who had seen
Alfred die.
"He was brave?" she asked. "The
newspapers said he was brave."
"Very brave," he said. "He stayed
forward in the ship, knowing all the
time they would ram us. Many people
cried, 'Come back, come back,' but he
just waved and stayed forward."
She bounced her lips and shook her
head, and for a split second he feared
she intended traveling back to the
shadows, but then she smiled a new
greeting and he sighed with relief.
"He had to fight for the Jews — " she
said. "He was driven by that feeling — .
He had such a wonderful quiet job
here in America, a translator, but his
heart wouldn't let him stay."
"He loved you — " the boy said.
She smiled brokenly. "Every son loves
a mother — " Then after a pause : "He
was buried at sea?"
"At sea — " he echoed.
Then she shuddered. Her body shook
violently, once, twice; then it shivered
to a rest and she smiled again.
"We were good friends," he said
lamely.
"I killed him," she said.
He shook his head dazedly. "He was
killed at sea — "
"It was my hate — " she said. "I
taught him my hate." Then she paused
for a long, searching moment. "Alfred
was not my child," she said finally. The
boy shivered at the cold nakedness of the
words. They spoke themselves auto-
matically while her eyes stared baj:k
into the shadows.
"He was a foundling in Poland. We
were lonely so we took him in. He never
knew he was not my child. We came
to America. Always I taught him my
hate for everyone everywhere who per-
secutes Jews; both my parents and my
husband had been killed in pogroms.
But did I have the right? Who knows
— maybe Alfred was born of Gentiles ?
He was an infant, a foundling when I
first saw him. Here in America he got
a good job, a translator; he had already
fought in the war, but when trouble
started again he felt he had to go."
The boy stared at her. Now he under-
stood. He v/alked quickly across the
room and took her hand.
"You didn't kill him," he said.
She shook her head stubbornly. "Who
knows who his real parents were? It
was just chance that he wasn't brought
up as a Gentile. Then he would never
have known my hate. He could have
had a calm, peaceful life. It was for me
he went. My fault. If not for my hate
he would be alive today."
The boy pressed her hand. "No," he
said. "He died for everyone's hate of
what is wrong and must be changed."
"I killed him!" she cried.
"Look at me," he insisted. "I was
there. On board the ship. Also a vol-
unteer. And I am a Gentile. You hear
me?"
She blinked at him. Her lips quivered.
No sound came forth.
"You understand," he said softly. "You
understand now. It wasn't your hate."
Slowly she nodded. Then he offered
his brow to her and she kissed it.
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By Oliver Read Whitley
A REPORTER for a New York
newspaper tells us that as he was hav-
ing breakfast in a cafeteria one morn-
ing, a fellow at the next table suddenly-
shouted, grabbed the arm of his friend
sitting near by, and pointed to a picture
in the newspaper he was holding out.
"See," he said, "that robber they just
caught; he has a moustache! That's
what I always said. It's the fellers with
the moustaches cause all the trouble in
this world 1" If you want a simplified
explanation of what is wrong with the
world, here is the best one I've heard
yet. Is there someone you suspect?
Well, look and see if he has a moustache.
If he doesn't, then you'd better look
somewhere else because you obviously
suspect the wrong man.
You may think it's amusing to blame
all the world's ills on men with
moustaches, but you'd be surprised how
many people will judge other groups
and races on just such ridiculous
grounds as that. The story is told of
a dramatic arts teacher who one day
was walking down the street and met
a friend. The friend would not even
speak, and the dramatics teacher de-
manded an explanation. The woman
answered, "I have heard that you have
a Japanese pupil." "Why should that
make you snub me?" asked the teacher.
"I don't like the Japanese," said the
woman. "Why not?" "I don't know,
I just don't; I hate Italians too." It
is just as simple as that. There isn't
any particular reason for it; I just
don't like somebody. And the instances
can be multiplied a hundred times.
Two years ago at his concert in
Central Park, Edwin Franko Goldman
read a letter to the audience. It was
from a woman who had heard his fa-
mous band many times. The woman
said she wanted him to "stop playing
the confounded Russian music so often."
Mr. Goldman answered her so every-
one in the audience would know how
he felt. He told her that he played
music everyone likes, and he didn't
care who wrote it. The important thing
is not his answer to this woman's com-
plaint. What really matters is that the
complaint ever was made in the first
place. The woman could not enjoy
the music because she doesn't like
Russia, and the music she was hearing
was written by Russian composers. The
truth is that if she hadn't known who
composed the pieces she would prob-
ably have enjoyed them a great deal.
Time magazine, July 3, 1944, printed
a letter from a soldier on the beach-
head in Italy. "During the ten-minute
breaks in Africa and Italy," he said,
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"we have devoted a lot of effort to
trying to realize in the imagination
what life is like at home. . . . Today
a magazine comes to the beachliead
and . . . tells a story, and these pleasant
images become hideous and confused.
According to the stor>^ five Japanese
. . . are sent to Great !Meadows, X. J.
from an Arizona relocation center to
help Ed Kowalick run his 600 acre
farm. Ed Kowalick's neighbors mount
a blind patriotism against this five man
oriental menace . . . Hundreds met to
himt do\\*n five, who had comimitted
the crime of discarding their ancestn.-
for the ties of a new country. There
are crosses with Japanese names in the
American cemeteries in the bitter
ItaHan hills. These men are worthy
to bear arms; how then are they not
worthy to grow tomatoes ? . . . Some-
where in the confusion is the central
matter of what is true and what is not
true about our national life. This is a
very personal matter, like love or good
beer or dying, and I should like some-
one to give me an answer.'"* The young
man who wrote that letter was 2nd
Lt. Thomas Riggs, Jr. His question
about what is true of American life is
perhaps the most important one I know.
Generally speaking, there are two
possible answers that cover all the
questions raised by the people who
think that "it's the fellers with mous-
taches" who cause all our trouble, or
who "don't like the Japanese," or who
want us to "stop playing that confounded
Russian music." One answer can be
found in Westbrook Pegler's syndicated
column printed under the headline,
"Prejudice IS NOT Un-American,"
which he wrote back in 1943. He has
shown no signs of changing his mind,
so I suppose he still feels the same
way. '"Some of our masters talk great
nonsense these davs," he savs. "about
the un- Americanism of racial and re-
ligious prejudices and intolerance. . . .
We deceive ourselves if we believe
that bigotr>' and intolerance are un-
American. Prejudice flows in the blood
of humankind and we have never been
free of it nor ever will be." There you
have it I Since prejudice is characteris-
tic of many Americans it is not to be
considered un-American. One wonders
if he is really telling us that it is the
American thing to do, to hate other
people and be intolerant toward them.
This reminds me of a story I once
heard about the meeting of a great
patriotic society. It seems that they
were having a convention. Near the
headquarters were t^'o restaurants, on
opposite sides of the street. The pro-
prietor of one, being an enterprising
businessman, and wanting to get a lot
of the trade from the patriotic societ\-'s
convention, put up a sign in his win-
dow which read as follows : "This
restaurant is 100% American : Eat
here I" The convention delegates
noticed this and were attracted by it.
Before long the other restaurant-owner
realized that he was losing his cus-
tomers to the "100% American" place.
Xot to be outdone, he hit upon a way
to remedy the situation and get his
trade back. He put up a sign reading
"This restaurant is 200% American;
come herel" It soon aroused the
curositA- of the patriotic convention
delegates, and finally they went to the
"200% American" restaurant and in-
quired of the proprietor, "What do 3^ou
mean by saying that your place is 200%
American? We're all 100% Americans,
and there is nobody more patriotic than
we are." "Well," said the restaurant
man, "the fellow across the street —
he's only 100% American : he hates the
* Letter of 2nd Lt. Thomas Riggs, Jr.,
used by stecial permission of Time, Inc.
Number 11 people who live in glass houses shouldn't !
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Negroes and the Jews. Me — I'm 200%
American ; I hate the whole damned
human race."
That may not be a true story, but
it comes dangerously close to the way
I've heard some people talk. And when
I hear such talk I get scared, because
it makes me think that the America I
know and love is being slowly but sure-
ly poisoned by hatred and suspicion,
administered by people who don't think
it's un-American to spread prejudice
and lies about other people. Just be-
cause a lot of people in America do
have prejudices and hatreds toward
others, does not make it the "American"
thing to do.
The other answer to Thomas Riggs'
question about American life is that
prejudice toward other people because
of race, color, or religion is just about
the most un-American thing that I
know. An America founded upon
hatred and suspicion toward people
who are different from us is, as Dorothy
Baruch has said, "a glass house of
prejudice." People who live in glass
houses, so they say, shouldn't throw
stones. And when we are dealing, not
with stones, but with atomic bombs,
we can even less afford to be careless.
To throw stones at other people is to
endanger the future of oUr country,
and to convince the rest of the world
that we don't really mean what we say
about democracy. Don't kid yourself;
the rest of the world is watching what
we do in America, because they know
that if we can't make democracy work
here it will not work anywhere.
Well, if intolerance and hatred of
others are un-American, and we do
want to make democracy work (and
I'm just foolish enough to believe that
some people do care about it), what
can we do? For one thing, we can re-
fuse to believe everything we hear.
Have you heard that all Negroes are
shiftless, that all Mexicans are stupid,
that all Japanese are sly and crafty,
that all Irishmen have fiery tempers,
or that all Jews are either bankers or
communists or both? If you have,
brother, don't believe it, because it just
isn't so.
The second thing we can do is realize
where prejudice comes from. If we
can do this it may help us get rid of
some of ours. Prejudice comes mainly
from three * sources. It may come
through imitation or repetition. Joe
Doakes heard someone say that all
radicals and undesirable people are for-
eigners ; he repeats this to his neighbor,
and before long he not only repeats it
but actually believes it. Pretty soon he
reverses that statement and begins to
believe that all foreigners are radicals.
That's one way that prejudice gets
started. Another way is through un-
fortunate experiences which warp our
minds. Jane Smith's father was cheated
by a tailor who happened to be a Jew.
So what does she conclude? The Jews
are scheming and conniving to take
over America.
The third and perhaps most important
source of prejudice is what Dorothy
Baruch calls "misplaced resentment."
People who are unable to satisfy their
wants, who get their emotions hurt,
who seem to find every door in life
closed to them, begin to resent and
hate other people. Unable to find the
person or thing that is getting in their
way, they seek a substitute target to-
ward which to aim their revenge. Such
people are easy prey for the rotten
minds who want to confuse them into
believing that some racial or religious
group is the cause of all their troubles.
Remember our fellow who wanted to
blame all our trouble on men with
moustaches? Those who profit by the
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confusion and turmoil of a society in
which people are hateful and prejudiced
don't care if you think it's men with
dark skins or long noses, or men with
moustaches. And it is people who be-
lieve these ridiculous lies about other
people who smash windows, attack
defenseless men and women in alley-
ways, and burn fiery crosses on hill-
sides.
A third thing we can do about the
glass house of prejudice is to let the
hate-mongers know that we know what
the score is. Only a square believes
some of the^ rot they hand out. "The
so-called race question is an economic
one, not social. Pay the Negro good
wages, . . . give him the opportunity to
demonstrate his own capacity to learn,
work and earn, give him his Constitu-
tional rights and you have solved this
distorted so-called race situation. Only
a demagogue tries to make political
capital of social equality, of racial
intermarriage. Let's not confuse our-
selves and the issue with such absurdi-
ties. Make the South genuinely pros-
perous, so that there is economic op-
portunity for every citizen, white and
black, and the two races will live on
friendly terms." Who said that? Was
it a dirty communist with a long black
beard, or a 'damned Yankee' w^ho
doesn't know what he is talking about?
Guess again, doc. It was ex-governor
Ellis Arnall from Georgia, who is
about as far from being a communist
or a 'damned Yankee' as Atlanta is
from Portland. What Mr. Arnall asks
for is the main issue, and for the most
part he is right.
The other thing we can do is very
simple. Just give the other guy a break,
will you? Whoever your neighbor or
fellow townsman may be, remember
one thing. If he is a Negro, a Nisei,
a Jew, a Catholic, a Pole, a Protestant,
it should have nothing to do with the
way you judge him. His religion is,
after all, his own business ; and he can-
not help having the physical features
he has, any more than you can help
being the ruddy-complexioned, charm-
ing, handsome fellow you are. And in
case you've forgotten, brother, this is
America, the land of the free and the
home of the brave. There is nothing
brave about hating somebody because
of his race or religion, and you can't
be free when prejudice poisons your
mind. The conclusion of the whole
business is this : people who live in
glass houses — which is what you are
doing if you let your prejudices gov-
ern your attitude toward other people
— SHOULiDN'T!
/O know what Ckxd knows, and not to be what Cod is, is the most dangerous
thing in the world," said Dr. Ralph E. Diffendorfer, missionary executive of The
Methodist Church. "To hold the 'secret of the universe,* as President Truman has
described atomic energy, and not hold to the purpose and will of the universe's
Creator, makes us mere children playing with fire that may destroy us."
Which brings to mind the late Sir Oliver Lodge's statement: "We have measured
the secrets of molecular chemistry, and we are on the verge of discovering the secrets
of atomic chemistry. I pray Cod that this generation may not make this discovery,
because we are not fit to use it."
• Subject for group discussion {first week) :
THE BIBLE AND HUMAN R3CHTS
/3^ R.al»en.t Cadp-a/i ^Inlne^
• Questions and Scripture references:
1. Does the Bible stand for liberty? (Leviticus 25:10; Psalm 119:45; Isaiah
61:1-3; John 8:31-36; Galatians 5 :1)
2. Why does the Bible proclaim our equality before God? (Proverbs 22:2;
Matthew 23:8-12)
3. Why is our human brotherhood so fundamental in the Bible? (Psalm 133:1;
Alatthew 6 :9 ; Romans 14 :21 ; I John 4 :20, 21)
4. Why does the Bible promote justice? (Deuteronomy 16:20; II Samuel 23:3;
Proverbs 21:3; Micah 6:8)
5. Do you think it is fitting that the Bible stands for economic opportunities for
all men? (Ecclesiastes 5:9; Colossians 4:1)
• Resource material:
We who believe ardently in human
rights ought to be proud of the fact that
they are recognized and rooted in this
grand book that we call the Bible. When
the French Revolutionists stormed the
Bastille and thundered for liberty, equal-
ity and fraternity, they were making
dynamic use of ideas and ideals that had
been couched in the sacred writings of
the Hebrews and then the Christians.
It is good to understand that these great
principles, and others as valid and as
challenging, came from distant days and
have been nourished and matured by the
religion that shines from the Bible.
Take the idea of liberty. We first see
it dimly in those Old Testament pages
where it was struggling to be born.
There was a time when a slave could
look wistfully forward to being free
after a long period of time — when the
year of jubilee should come. Then, and
not until then, would his freedom be a
reality. Those seem distant days to us,
and indeed they were. But our own land
has not been free from the blot of
slaverj'. There are still places where
slavery is inflicted upon men whom God
intends to be free. But the ideal of
liberty is a great and a growing ideal,
and we should be proud that we can
trace it back into the sacred pages of
the Book.
One of the glories of the Bible is that
it gives us great words — great ideals
and great pronouncements — and then
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inspires men to pursue those ideals and
pronouncements and nurture them and
make them live and bear fruit in their
own lifetime.
George Walter Fiske reminds us that
many a lad has found that real freedom
is not gained by breaking laws, and that
the inscription over the entrance to the
great courthouse in Cleveland is true:
"Obedience to Law is Liberty." Then
he goes on to say this : "There is no
real liberty in any other course. Just
doing what you please, and following
that impulse, is not true freedom. Obey-
ing a sudden impulse to follow the
primrose path usually starts or
strengthens some bad habit which forges
shackles on our characters and destroys
by just so much our freedom. A lawless
person is never free. He is a victim of
his own unaccountable impulses and soon
a slave to his bad habits."
But the Bible goes beyond liberty and
talks about equality. Those who had a
part in writing those earliest pages knew
full well that all men did not have equal
herds or tents or houses or phylacteries
or treasures, but they knew they had a
common right to worship God and a
common duty to obey the law and take
a man's place in the world of their day.
Can we ever forget that the Ten
Commandments stand in austere regality
to demand obedience from all men? The
rich and the poor must not covet ; the
richest is not licensed because of his
riches to commit murder or adultery.
All must worship and revere God and
honor their parents and keep the Sab-
bath and withhold their tongues from
bearing false witness. Law loses its
regality if it gives a loophole to any
man because of wealth or position or
political affiliation. It demands equality
of us. And the Bible is back of that
inflexible stand.
Fraternity was a dear word before
the French Revolution set it to martial
music. The Old Testament had a great
deal to say about brothers. The New
Testament resounds with the dulcer
harmonies of brotherhood. Jesus taught
us to enter the sacred places of prayer
to call upon God as our Father. Jesus
knew well enough that the implications
of that would eventually shame us into
recognizing the world-wide fraternity of
all men as children of God.
We are clamoring today that our
human rights include economic oppor-
tunities for all men. But that principle
is not as new as some of us might think.
It is imbedded back in the dim Old
Testament days. Long before Social
Democrats and communists began to
needle the rich and lift raucous voices
against special privilege, a quiet old
saint set down a sentence soberly and, I
suspect, with deep religious fervor and
conviction: "The profit of the earth is
for all." (Ecclesiastes 5:9.)
I do not recall that Jesus ever did
violence to the ideal that glowed back
of those old words, nor do I remember
that He ever found it either necessary
or convenient to chastise the laborers or
the capitalists as such. He warned
against the dangers and the deceitfulness
of riches, but he found rich men whose
hospitality he could accept, and at the
last His body was borne reverently to
the unused tomb of a man of nobility
and wealth. Jesus put righteousness
above wealth or poverty, but He zuanted
every man to have enough for his needs.
This will come to pass when you and
I join others in trying to make fraternity
as real as Jesus tried to make it !
Let's never forget that these insistent
pleas for human rights did not begin
with modern political platforms but with
the moral and religious fervor that
shines from the pages of the Bible!
^ofUc^cdki
Bif (iol^eni Qa4ficui liHtne^
FOR THE SECOND WEEK OF THE MONTH
• Subject for group discussion:
FAITH AND CHRISTIAN LIVING
• Questions and Scripture references:
1. What place should joy have in a Christian's life? (Isaiah 55:12; Acts 20:24;
II Corinthians 7:4)
2. Why should we have inner peace if we have strong faith? (Exodus 33:12-14;
Philippians 4:11)
3. Why is kindness to others so important to us? (Luke 6 :31 ; Romans 15 :2)
4. Why should the Christian stand guard over his spirit and try to restrain every
mil impulse? (Proverbs 16:32; 25:28)
5. Hozv generous should zve be? (Deuteronomy 16:17; Acts 20:35)
• Resource material:
Why do we have a right to expect
that a man's faith will show its fruits
in every part of his life? Don't you
think, for instance, a Christian's life
should show that he is joyful? Why?
Certainly a good man will know the
meaning of sorrow as well as repeated
experiences of joy, but the general ten-
dencies of his life should be toward hap-
piness because his faith should help him
to have many happy experiences, in
adverse circumstances as well as in life's
brighter moments.
Perhaps we lay too much stress upon
the effort to get happiness. I believe it
was Nathaniel Hawthorne who said:
"Happiness is as a butterfly, which,
when pursued, is always beyond our
grasp, but which, if you will sit down
quietly, may alight upon you." Our very
anxiety to grasp happiness may often
defeat our own purpose, therefore, by
making us feverish when we should be
serene, or covetous when we should be
contented. We should be more success-
ful if we were more content to let hap-
piness light upon us!
Inner peace of mind is a greater treas-
ure than we can ever rightly value. The
great German poet Goethe once said :
"He is happiest, be he king or peasant,
who finds peace in his home." That is
true enough, but will one ever find peace
in his home unless he finds it first in his
own heart and then in the hearts of
others in the home ?
A peaceful heart is vast treasure for
any one of us, and it zvill add greatly to
the riches of any home in which it
abides.
Generosity is one of the real marks of
Christian living. It was F. W. Gunsaulus
who gave us these words : "There is no
happiness in having and getting, but
only in giving. Half the world is on the
wrong scent in the pursuit of happiness."
Another prcacl>er, J. G. Holland, put
it even more forcefully in these words :
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"He that lays out for God, God lays up
for him. But, alas ! God's credit runs
low in the world ; few care to trust Him.
Give and spend, and be sure that God
will send ; for only in giving and spend-
ing do you fulfill the object of His
sending."
The secret of giving may be said to
lie in the fact that God doesn't allow us
to have a vacuum when we give some-
thing good away ; in place of the thing
we give is something that God gives us
to fill up the vacancy ! Hinton put it
this way : "Never be afraid of giving up
your best, and God will give you His
better." It's as simple as that — and as
generous on God's part !
God has riches far greater than we
can imagine. And He is far more gen-
erous with us than we are ever able to
realize. He gives us gifts innumerable
and priceless and crowns them all with
eternal life and the gift of His own Son
for our enrichment and our redemption.
After all this, can't \ve understand that
God will never allow us to impoverish
ourselves, however generously we may
ever give to Him and to others ?
Will God ever allow us to give more
to Him than He will give to us? Would
you let your child give more to you
than you give to him?
Think that over if you are tempted
to he niggardly zvith God!
It is easy to be niggardly with God
if we are selfish and think first and last
of our own needs and our pleasures.
Too many of us, who otherwise are very
commendable in our moral and religious
living, would be ashamed if we were to
itemize what we spend for ourselves and
then compare the total with what we
spend for God through the work of the
Christian Church and the other ways in
which we can help men to find Christ
and to live a larger life than they could
otherwise live in the midst of privation
and suffering.
Another trait that every Christian
should cultivate is kindness. It is gen-
erosity and goodness carried out in
countless ways. It gives hands and feet
and heart and soul to our best impulses.
It helps us to go the second mile when
only one is required of us. It helps us to
give others the benefit of the doubt.
Jesus taught us to do unto others as we
would like them to do to us. That is the
Golden Rule. That is kindness. It will
inspire a multitude of deeds that will
make our lives better and others richer.
Dr. William L. Stidger tells of an act
of kindness years ago that benefited a
multitude of people all over the world.
A poor Welsh widow walked ten miles
to a doctor to beg him to come to see
her sick baby boy. The doctor knew she
could not pay him for that long, hard
trip. But the pleadings of that Welsh
mother, with the fact that she herself
had walked those long miles to implore
his help, induced the doctor to heed the
kindly promptings of his own heart. He
went. The baby boy got well. And what
was the baby's name? David. And when
he grew to manhood he was known to
Britain and the world as David Lloyd
George.
Kindness is a badge of goodness. The
Christian should wear it gladly — and
never take it off !
A Man is rich according to what he is, not according to what he has.
— Buster Rothman
^Oft4c'1<dU
Bf l^alfeAi GaAfo^ XUtti^je^
FOR THETHl RD WEEK OF THE MONTcH
• Subject for group discussion:
THANKFULNESS— A TEST OF CHARACTER
• Questions and Scripture references:
1. Why should we be thankful to God on Thanksgiving Day — and every' day?
(Psalm 92:1, 2)
2. Is there a kind of solemn urgency that makes us zvant to give thanks to God?
(Psalm 95:1-3)
3. Can you account for the apparent ingratitude of the nine lepers that ivere
healed? (Luke 17:11-19)
4. Hozv did Jesus teach us to make each meal a time of thanksgiving'? (Luke
22:19)
5. Hozv did Paul stress the importance of being thankful io God every day?
(Ephesians 5:18-20)
' • Resource material:
Would you say that thankfulness is a
, real mark of a good character ? Why ?
We would all say that thankfulness is a
. mark of courtesy, but wouldn't you say
that courtesy has spiritual values also ?
We say that ingratitude is a sign of poor
upbringing, but wouldn't you say that
our lack of thanksgiving to God brands
us as being spiritually deficient? Why?
There is something very heart-warm-
^ ing about the gracious manners of a
child who has been trained to act cor-
rectly in his social contacts. We say it
is good etiquette or good manners.
Shouldn't we train ourselves to be as
gracious and thoughtful toward the
Giver of all good gifts ?
It was an unlovely incident in the
New Testament when ten lepers were
cleansed of their terrible disease and only
one returned to give thanks to his
Plealer. The other nine scurried away,
presumably, homeward, so eager for
other matters that they forgot their
manners. They failed to give the gift of
humble but joyous thanks in return for
healing that was priceless.
Knowing yourself as you do, is it
your honest opinion that you would
have been with those nine that day in
their footrace if you too had been among
those healed, or do you think you would
have stayed to give your thanks ? Is your
answer to that question based on what
you ordinarily do when God gives you
some unusual gift or blessing? Or must
you admit that you are among the great
host of those who accept God's countless
gifts without so much as batting an eye-
lash, with no gracious word of gratitude
and reverent praise to the Giver? .
Tell me : if you and I do that, most
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of the time, don't we make ourselves
very common in God's sight? Of course
you will tell me that no man is common
in the Father's sight. Even so, why
should ive ever allozv ourselves to act as
if we zvere common?
Good manners are only thoughtful
and courteous actions. To some extent
they are the Golden Rule brought into
our everyday actions as we move in and
out among other people. If I fail to ex-
press my thanks for even a tiny gift
from another human being, I brand
myself as a thoughtless ingrate. Can you
and I dare to brand ourselves as that
in the sight of God?
"Don't risk offending," murmurs the
dulcet voice of the lady on the radio who
cajoles you into buying the latest touted
deodorant on the market. Even better,
we should not risk offending those who
are kind to us, and especially the Father
whose gifts are so lavish that even our
best prayer of thanksgiving is small in
return.
We have always a solemn obligation
to offer Him our prayers of thanksgiv-
ing. Thanksgiving Day can never afford
us hours enough to discharge that ob-
ligation ; it can only serve as a reminder
to be thankful ahvays.
Did you ever try to count up the
things you should be thankful for? Try
it ! You may discover, among the multi-
tude of them, that you have some things
that no other person has money enough
to buy! And while you are counting
them, take a look at the ones that are
so important that you may use them to
bless many people besides yourself. Ten-
nyson had the gift of a priceless song
to assure others that immortality is our
sure gift from God. Tennyson shared
that song and many others. Edison had
a gift for conceiving new things to make
life lovelier and ampler. He did not
cast his ideas into a corner of his mind
to be forgotten. He lighted lamps of
wonder for others.
Aluch of our failure to thank God is
because we are spiritually immature.
We write bread-and-butter notes w^hen
we have shared the hospitality of some-
one who has invited us in to dinner. But
far too many of us sit down to our own
table, day in and day out, to gorge our-
selves with the gifts of God, and give
not even a thought to lifting a gracious
prayer of thanksgiving to Him ! That
isn't right ! It isn't gracious ! It isn't
responsible ! More damaging yet, it
shows that we are not spiritually ma-
ture ! For maturity, in the realm of the
s: irit as much as elsewhere, recognizes
causes and effects ; it recognizes respon-
sibilities and obligations that are laid
upon us because of our privileges.
If we are obligated to write a gracious
note afterward v.'hen a friend has us to
dine, w^e have an infinitely greater obli-
gation, for time and for eternity, when
God ministers to our bodies and our
spirits constantly with innumerable
gifts, many of which are so priceless
that no hostess has money enough to buy
them !
Can we ever be grudging or tardy in
our gift of thanksgiving to Him when
we remember these things?
Let's give Him the praise of our
thankful hearts, now and always !
Do not let the rood things of life rob you of the best things.
— Buster Rothman
'lofUc'lalki
Bif' (^(^laeni Gad^2<2A^ ^uiti^en,
FOR THE FOURTH WEEK OF THE MONTH
• Subject for group discussion:
GET THE MOST FROM YOUR LIFE!
• Questions and Scripture references:
1. Why is it so important to us to be able to recognise moral values f (Genesis 3 :5)
2. Can any man safely ignore or neglect his spiritual development? (Job 32:8)
3. Why should zve try to make the utmost of our talents and our opportunities?
(I Corinthians 3:16)
4. How did Paul challenge us to seek God's help in trying to become our best?
(Ephesians 4:20-24)
5. Why is our self-realisation climaxed by our serious efforts to make the most
of ourselves spiritually? (II Peter 1 :2-8)
• Resource material:
Can you think of a better adventure
than setting out to get the most and the
best from your own life? Is it true that
a man "is the master of his own fate? If
you bslieve that, what are the most im-
portant things for you to do in order to
make your Hfe successful to the fullest
extent? It will pay us to give some
serious thought to this very important
matter.
For one thing, you should know just
what sort of person you are. What are
your strong points? What are your
weaknesses? Take a look at yourself.
At what points are you most vulner-
able to temptation ? What can you do to
avoid or overcome those temptations?
Try to strengthen your defenses. Do not
sabotage the forces that would help to
protect you and make you strong and
victorious. Nothing else is so important
to us as the development of a strong
Christian faith and a noble character.
We need also to train our minds and
develop our talents and abilities. Get a
good education before you start your
chosen work in life. Heartening words
are coming from colleges across this
land concerning the hard and successful
work that former GIs have been doing
in college. Not long ago an administra-
tive officer in a very good eastern col-
lege wrote to me in high praise of
veterans in his school. He stressed espe-
cially their fine attitude, and stated that
they are more ambitious and work
harder tlian they did previous to the war.
That ties in with other reports that
I have had. Veterans have come to a
degree of maturity. They know the
score and they are out to make the most
of their time and their opportunities.
Their hard experiences in training and
in combat have sharpened their apprecia-
tion for quieter and more construclivc
hours in classroom and librarv and
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laboratory. The veteran knows full well
that this is his golden opportunity to
prepare for larger living. He is putting
himself into his work with zest, for
college will help him to get the most
out of life.
I hope many of you who read these
words will get to college as soon as
possible, if you have not already begun
work there. You can pass up some
things in life, but don't pass up college
if you can possibly go !
Build up good habits of study,
whether you are in or out of the class-
room. Delve into good books. Learn to
study to the best advantage. It may help
you to improve your speaking voice if
you read good literature aloud.
Study the Bible, for it has vast riches
for the thoughtful student. No other
book has ever influenced human lives so
greatly and in such multitudes. Build
the Bible into your life ! You will never
regret it, and you will never outgrow it.
A great soldier and a famous presi-
dent of our country once made this em-
phatic and challenging statement : "Every
soldier and sailor of the United States
should have a Testament. . . . We plead
for a closer, wider and deeper study of
the Bible, so that our people may be in
fact, as well as in theory, 'doers of the
Word, and not hearers only.' " That
soldier and president was Theodore
Roosevelt.
No soldier can read his Bible or his
New Testament without feeling a deeper
sense of the importance of moral and
religious values. They must undergird
his life if he is really in earnest about
trying to becom.e his best. He can no
more neglect moral and religious values
than he can neglect the proper intake of
food and vitamins into his physical body.
We should set high and distant goals
for ourselves, and then try to reach
them. We should compare ourselves
with Jesus and the greatest of the other
great souls in the Bible. We should
measure our lives by His teachings. We
should remember also to measure our
daily work not merely for its value in
the day itself but by this question : Hoiv
jar have I advanced today toiuard the
great goals that I have set for myself
in life?
Deeds count tremendously. They show
what our moral standards are. They
show also what our religious beliefs are
really doing for us and for others. Deeds
show whether or not we are in earnest
about life. They show how much we
really care about others. They show
whether or not we are trying to arrive
somezvhcre in this earthly pilgrimage
that we call life.
John G. Holland once wrote: "A
noble deed is a step toward God."
How many steps will you take today
in that direction — for the sake of being
your very best?
• --'GNS^ sn2/(9^.
Several years ago a lonely young Marine on Guadalcanal wrote home, asking that his parents
read a chapter of the New Testament each day. "1 will read the same chapter way across the
other side of the world," he promised, "and I will feel somehow we are united, sort of joining
invisible hands." From this beginning, right in the ranks of you service men, has grown an
annual world-wide Bible reading between Thanksgiving and Christmas of each year, sponsored
by the American Bible Society. November 25 this year will see its fifth year of operation, and
in the month following, you and your folks can be joined in spirit, part of this international
fellowship. The texts will be published in our "Daily Rations" column. (See page 46 for
November.)
Pen Friends
In our form there was a wish to cor-
respond with EngHsh-speaking boys or
girls (boys preferred). So we turn to
you asking if you could possibly send us
a few addresses or otherwise publish
our request in your magazine. Our aim
is to exchange thoughts with people in
other countries, but not to beg CARE
parcels.
We are about 17 years old.
Laurenz Wans I
(13a) Hof/Saale
Bayreuther Strasse 95
U. S. Zone, Germany
Heinz Ruckddschel
(13a) Hof/Saale
Krenzsteinstrasse 2
U. S. Zone, Germany
I should like to correspond with a
young man American nearly of the same
age as I. Can you get a pen friend for
me. I am French of very good family
and I am 24 years old.
Philip Cortyl
30 rue Sainte C raise
Martague (Orne) France
Fan Mail
I should like to express my apprecia-
tion for reading The Link, which I
occasionally get from other Protestant
Chaplains here in Okinawa. Its articles
and humor bring enlightenment and life
to me. But I cannot remain indifferent
or rather selfish toward my boys with
regards to the joy and life which this
magazine gives me ; I should like to
share the blessings it gives with my
boys. I should like therefore, to appeal
to you by sending me copies for distribu-
tion to these boys who I think will be
more than glad in receiving the same.
Can you send me about fifty copies of
these magazines every now and then ?
Pedro C. Lusung
1st Li., Ch-C AUS
0-18997066
I'm reading The Link and feeling
very much joy in the small book in
Japan. I'm a Japanese boy aged 17 and
first year student of a senior high school
in Osaka. Well, would you kindly guess
how I am glad to have the opportunity
to write to you. Editor? — who have me
influenced for good in everything.
So well as the information of the
German boy's letter in the May issue of
this year, we Japanese boys, who intend
to reconstruct the nation to be demo-
cratic, are thankful to be given the
American books and magazines such as
your Link, Life, and so on, or to be
permitted to use the Civil Information
and Education Library and the churches
— latter, in the what-not of the place I
may take this magazine freely.
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I have been favored this present since
a year and am very glad to find bright-
ness and happiness of the people or to
see the godliness which reflects a phase
of the American, who was described
and impressed on us by the military,
ultranationalist and anti-American
grown-ups as Yankee goblin and very
much material.
Moreover, especially, the cover pic-
ture of every issue such as chickens in
Alarch and Johnny Mize in April ap-
pear very impressionable in conjunction
with education and art itself and has
very nice perfume of the ink and paper
likely to bring exotic feeling.
Otherwise, the living language Ameri-
can itself, not English, can be learned
easily.
To make a long story short, The
Link, being dreamful, hopeful and joy-
ful from every angle, is the source of
curing and satisfying my curiosity and
thirst for the foreign country and the
better future.
In Japan it is the time in the early
summer when bright and clear are all
skies and there, under such skies, flutter
the national flag of the U. S. A. and
"the corps pennant," according to the
Japanese old and usual custom, in the
sea of young and green leaves.
Finally, I hope you print many articles
such as "After Two Years in Japan."
Shigeyasu Hazarna
No. 16, 2 ho-me, Oyodo Ward
Osaka, Japan
We enjoy your magazine very much,
especially in your May issue the poems
"Thanks" by Doro on page 10 and
"From Occupational Zones" by Lashley
on the back.
K. Anderson (Mrs. James B.)
Aberdeen, Mississippi
BIBLE READINGS FOR THE MONTH
(Prepared by James V. Claypool. Sec'y.. Pro-
motion of Bible Use, American Bible Society)
1. Proverbs 14 . . .• Up Right
2. Proverbs 15 The Know-How
3. Proverbs 16 The Do-Cooder
4. Proverbs 17:1-18:18 Not So Bad
5. Proverbs 18:19-19:29
How to Win Friends
6. Proverbs 20 And Influence People
7. Proverbs 21 A Wise Man
8. Proverbs 22 A Good Name
9. Proverbs 23 Now Hear This
10. Proverbs 24 Evil Men CXit
1 1 . Proverbs 25 Cot the Word.?
12. Proverbs 26:1-27:10 ...Thou Sluggard
13. Proverbs 27:11-28:28
A Study in Contrasts
14. Proverbs 29:1-30:9 . He's Up — He's Down
15. Proverbs 30:10-31 :31 .. Mother's Counsel
1 6. Joshua 1 Be Strong
17. Exodus 20:1-17 The Ten Words
18. James 1 Do it Well
19. Calatians 6 Bear a Hand
20. Revelation 22 The Last Chapter
21. I Corinthians 15 The Next Life
22. Psalms 37 Where Is Security.?
23. PsaSms 51 1 Would Do Better
24. John 10 . ^ The Good Shepherd
25. Psalms 103 Grateful Praise
26. Psalms 90 God Is Eternal
27. Psa!ms 91 Trust Him
28. Psalms 23 Everybody's Favorite
29. Ephesians 6 : . . . .The Whole Man
30. Philippians 4 Peace of Mind
HATRED OF CHRISTMAS BY
SOME GROUPS OF EARLY
SETTLERS, AIDED THE GENERAL
ACCEPTANCE OF THANKSGIVING
DAY BY THE COLONIES/
fe^
r;^'"
BEARS MEAT NOT TURKEY
WAS TUt CENTER OF
THE FESTIVE BOARD IN
RHODE ISLAND AND IN
CONNECTICUT DURlNCr
EARLY THANKSGIVINGS.
3^-1-Ll,
"And what is the baby's name?" asked
the minister softly.
The 3-oung father smiled proudly as
he hoisted the little fellow up on his
arm. "Chauncey William Robert Mont-
gomery Finley."
Up shot the minister's eyebrows, as he
turned to his assistant : "More water,
please." Cp. Lee Traveller
Two liack crows were flying cross
country when a P-80 went zooming
past, its jet propulsion spurting flames
from its exhaust.
"Boy," exclaimed one crow, "is that
bird in a hurry !"
"Yes," said the other crow, "and I
bet you'd be, too, if your tail was on
fire." The Seabag
"Mama, do all angels fly?"
"Yes, \Mllie, why do you ask?"
"Cause I heard dad call the hired girl
an angel the other day. Will she fly,
too?"
"Yes, Willie, tomorrow."
Boston Naval Shipyard News
Getting up early in the morning is
merely a question of mind over mattress.
Medi-Ca'l
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He was sitting at a restaurant table
sawing away at the fricasseed leg of
chicken. Finally he put down his knife
and fork, leaned over to the next table,
pointed to the bottle of A-1 sauce, and
said loudly to the lady sitting at the
table : "Pardon me, madam, would you
please pass the liniment? This crow has
rheumatism." Exchange
Egotist — A man who tells you those!
things about himself which you intended
to tell him about yourself. The Oakleaf
Two sailors, at sea for the first time,
were looking out over the mighty ocean.
Said one, "That's the most water I ever
saw in my life." The other replied, "You
ain't seen nothin' yet. That's just the
top of it." Exchange
First GI : "The service club sure is
crowded tonight."
Second ditto : "Fll say so. Half an
hour ago I fainted and had to dance
around four times before I could fall."
Exchanot
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Sav ot us that, lighthearted and caretree u^ere we"
In out* files files that met the sea.
From the schools^, from the farm, for *>ome the city hrighiiies^.
Now, all thi*> Mras behind tis,
JEagerJy vw^c marched to the sea. each unto his ovi^n'. as silenlly
We were ov^erseas home,
Gav were the voiced adieus, waving w^ere the gentle hands,
Violentlv at an oceantide we met that alien shore, Jiuddled in files,
Files we remember- ^ . - - fovex^ermove'.
First it had been a strange din-. "Open file close tiJe — right hv
Lett.,^ column right.-.*; Ours to obey, those command* of yesterday.
"Tticwnv it M'-as" — yes. Mot then, "ours to question whv."
Nov*, crosse:s on our right, crosses on our left, 'midst those
Rows after rows, our files of yesterday-
Eternal rows for us to honor and obey-.
Softh' and sadJv some of ns return u'ith a friendly oceantide.
Softly, we of all svho rempinbered those of them, who are now
Numbered. Now^ our thoughts are numbered.
Numbered, yes; "unto that day" lest ^yCFoi-get those friendly
Voices, those gentle hands, now mute, now still, that marjked their
Faith, "heard by angels on high."
Faith for us to hold higK,
Fi*iendly voices, now silent. Eternolly silenl? nay.
Lest we disturb those tiles, sacred tiles ot our yesterday-.
Let us say, i-everently Say, at this eventide. "Our
Shining today," as w^e reflect o'er our national greotness, o'er our
Fields of martial strife and story, that those rows after rows, of
Our cx-osses, "do mark their faith. "
That, 'that faith" si^eaUs tons, the living tree of today.
Of, "a promised. Trinity, " tor us , , , ^ forevermore.
Sen/ ear// Victory Su/livati