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Show THE LEIII SUN. LEHI, UTAH fnedfcr I drest i materfs; idingiei) rERN Da Cam. )ins for ..Size S6F IRAN W IT 'MS Ml I'll ad nagica ealPoJ s seei , thanks ier-Su: -forf.-i St 1 3 9 t W r aWT" 4 II BBS aVBaBSaaBfaTBHSSSl U H jn 7 V", saw BW 4V Vi i iaq- .... rim 1mm CroT born. Homer . to hisn ichool .JVorkbe worked on . novel nd a play. a w " a n,.hiuhed a mag. iil mm . . . HOMER. WN.U. SERVICE 1 nlrl At a .nihort. wnic - irH""01 w the death i to iM "'" . . , ,t,.r showed him how Even ,ryuun. Visit t mil cnancins now owned a ' Intra1 ttlA .'ri?",e7.7,h. ""l . daughter were too j(ttrmined( nowevc., - -v., ud pronuseu. CHAPTER XXV ,e of these trips, I was told ;t Kennedy was sick and reemc. His hands were 'outside of the covers-those -nds that had tamed so many "la But now the Joints were and the flesh wasted away -them; and his eyes that intied so many times, were and hollow. down beside him, deeply af-After af-After a while the paid worn-nt worn-nt waiting on him left the and he and I were alone to- The years slipped away; Uack on adjoining farms. I of the captured weasel, nut lorgotten it. :e hadn't forgotten breaking Se. He laughed then had to - this giant, this strongest tie neighborhood, this man :so much fun out of living, vnood hero. oice grew weak, for I stayed !, living over the old days, the paid woman came in. wt still had a message, "we is of fun, didn't we?" he whis- or his voice was about gone. lid," I said. is the last time I ever saw at I will remember him all r Newt Kennedy, the man iht me to have fun. mes I ask myself, "What best ideas I've got out of (Sometimes I am saddened by i they are . . . But, as I U realize that certain ideas me. I am a bit shocked few are religious. At least, bin the accepted sense. i the first helpful idea I had i deeply absorbed each per il: himself and how important son is to himself. I realize aMBt self-evident, but I did aer it for a long time. And a discover it, it opened up forld of understanding. It :e expect less of people and it me not to be disappointed 9 seemed indifferent or neg-even neg-even crueL It has helped naiing and keeping friends, p friends have wounded me, realized it was because they iking of themselves and not and I have forgiven them and r Jowances. ' earned that the way to un- sl gthers is to study myself, ave found that I'm a little of erson I've ever known. When one to condemn another, I op and say, "Well, if I had pounded by the same influ- jd hedged about by the same A I would have probably f be did." I suppose it gets the ability to "make allow-And allow-And that is what I try to sometimes I find myself fly-a fly-a person, or into a situa-il situa-il I hadn't learned anything It's pretty discouraging. H arned how many people suf- an inferiority complex and l5med to deal - eentlv with s is especially true on a tog. When neoDle are cold. went, or aloof, or down- aical, I say to myself, "It's inferiority complex at its must make allowances. He a pretty good person after ; surprising how many arel earned that most DeoDle. N inside, often feel dismal- e and inadequate and are frustration and the con-at con-at the world is too much 1 And, realizing this from own secret heart, I try Mtle more gentle and a lit. ; considerate. earned that when twn nor. ef they at once begin the trying to impress each a tries to show how im- himself is. This comes thousand ways: by sly in-s in-s of how much money he tow much he has traveled, Portant his friends are. s " others, with a sort of smde to myself. Yet. pret-' pret-' eatch myself busy at the a trying to impress the "son. 4g years have taught me trymg to Change people. 11 eems to me sro k 71 traits and predUecUons no more change thes.. D Ton o i .. . . . u tuange ine length f nngers. it seems to me must .either accept a per- JT he is or pass him up ! Nereis to be tolerant of other Ke" and beUefs and ways . laier, to my pent, I' the ve found myself ac- I V d Tj a. 1 ; - - I.... - ueueis i once I crackpot Then I won very "U'T DennU V, - r- - uavcil enough tn t,t .i when I'm aged and at the bottom of the troueh. not to make decisions at night, when fatigue and weariness are heavy upon me. I say to myself, then. "Well, things are pretty black. But I'll get a good night's sleep and see how they are in the morning." Thus, in the morning and with my vitality at its full, I'm able to cope with situations situ-ations that, the night before, had all but done for me. I do not know exactly when, or how, I got the following idea, but I do know it has helped me in under-standing under-standing people and in getting along with them: And that is every person per-son wants to be considered important. impor-tant. Sometimes I think this one of the deepest cravings planted in a human hu-man being. Once I got this idea, I could see it working itself out in a thousand ways. I learned to let the other person exert his desire to be considered important and to suppress sup-press my own. I made the other person the star of the show and talked about him and his desires and his views, and said little about my own. The effect was almost mi-raculous, mi-raculous, for no one in the world can resist the appeal of being the center of attention. It comes to me easily to make the other person the hero, for his adventures and his views interest me tremendously; my own are an old story. I have learned to be considerate of people, for life has taught me that most people, most of the time, are discouraged and carry on their shoulders a whole bag of troubles I can't see. Along with this I have discovered how deeply people want praise. And how much good it does them. And so I have learned to give praise more readily than I did during my younger years. When I saw somebody, then, who deserved praise, I took it as a matter of course and said nothing; now J am more generous with my approval. But it must be honest approval, or otherwise I would not be deceitful enough to give it. Nor would it be Worth receiving. Sometimes it goes straight to my heart to see what wonders a bit of praise will accomplish. accom-plish. Another lesson I learned is that one must not be too sensitive a soul In my early days I was constantly receiving rebuffs and arrow pricks-some pricks-some imagined, some deliberate. But as the years went by, I discovered dis-covered that to live successfully, I must learn not to be so easily wounded. I did learn it, and now arrows glance off that used to draw blood. ' Another is the matter of fear. In my younger days I suffered greatly from fear. Mostly it was fear of the unknown. I could cope with the troubles that were upon me, but was apprehensive about those that might come. One day I came upon a quotation quo-tation at the bottom of a newspaper column, a "filler." It was from Emerson: Em-erson: "Do the thing you fear to do , and the death of fear is cer tain." I must have seen the quota tion before, but if I had it had made no impression on me. Or my mind wasn't ripe for it. Now, in a kind of blinding flash, I realized tire truth of those few words. And I began to try to put it into practice. I have not eliminated all fear, but that one simple sim-ple idea has been of great help. Sometimes I forget all about it . . . usually when things are going well. When I find myself in trouble and harassed by fear and misgivings, I remember my Emerson quotation and am usually able to decide on a course of action instead of worrying about what is going to happen. I think I can say that Emerson's quotation quo-tation has helped me more than any other precept in all my life. I have come to look upon complete com-plete happiness as unattainable. Happiness, as I understand it, is a sense of present well-being, on which is hung, like a Christmas wreath, the belief that some fine bit of good fortune for-tune lies just ahead. I have come to have less and less respect for the power in people that makes money. It seems to me this is wholly a selfish trait, and the least admirable of all the major drives in human beings. I realize this takes in a great deal of territory, for I know that a certain amount of money mon-ey is necessary, but It seems to me that a life dedicated to money-making is about as empty a shell as one could crawl into. I have learned to live today and not wait till tomorrow. During my early life, I kept thinking to myself, "Well, I'm not getting much out of today,, but soon I'll Ije in another city, or have more money, or will be selling more manuscripts, or will have a new group of friends, then I'll really get some fun out of life." Written June 11th, 1943. Sometimes we have to look back on a day to know it has been one of satisfaction. But sometimes we know the day is a satisfying one at the very time it is racing by. And today is one of them, for today the third generation of Croys set foot on this land. v Carol had arrived from the University of Arizona, at Tucson, where she had been in school, and then on this day my dream came true. We walked across the farm together just she and I and I showed her the scenes I knew so well We came to a great gully. "This is where your grandfather and Mr. Shannon and I dug a five-inch ditch with tiling spades. And it must be right along here,"' I said as we walked on, "that old Dave was buried." We stopped in the calf lot. "It must have been about here that I taught a calf to drink out of a bucket and wrote a 'piece about it." "We went to the "old" house behind the "new" house. "This is the house where I was born, and now I'll show you the very room." . Thank God there were no chickens in it. "And here is the very hole in the floor where the scrubbing water ran away to mystify me so. And here's the shelf where Hostetter's Almanac used to hang." It was a strange world to her. But she had heard me talk of all this a thousand times, and now she seemed to understand what it meant to me; and what it meant to have her on the soil where her grandmother picked up buffalo chips. Then into the "new" house where I showed her the room where I had pecked off my first stories and the wall where the panel had hung, and where we had packed the telescope with the mouse hole. Then into 'Renzo's room. Thank goodness there is no seed corn in it today. At last the morning was over and dinner was over, and we went out and sat on the porch where my mother had said, "That's where your father and I came driving across the prairies on our honeymoon." Carol looked across the cornlands incredulously. "Was this ever the prairies?" "I'll say it was," I answered in her own vernacular. We went to the barn which I had built word by word. Behind the manger was a horse, and on a peg behind the horse was a saddle. Her eyes were immediately upon them and her eyes danced. And so did her voice. "Oh, Daddy, can I go horseback riding?" It just about floored me. THE END A Bell for John Hersetj Ad ano The American major in charge of affairs in an occupied town in Italy was questioning some of the citizens of Adano. "What does this town need most?" he asked one. "Much to eat," replied the Italian. Another Italian said: "It needs a bell more than anything. The spirit is more important than the stomach, and that hell which the Fascists took away from Adano was our spirit." The town got 'its bell. A BELL FOR ADANO a best seller for many months was written by John Hersey, brilliant war correspondent for Time and Life, after covering the Sicilian campaign. The New York Times says: "It'i the finest novel about American participation in the Second World War that we have seen." Look for this thrilling and informative story IN THIS NEWSPAPER get up. Kathleen Norris Says: Stop Criticizing Women! Bell SyndleU. WNO Features. BEGINNING NEXT ISSUE "Their tupreme responsibility." II0MEMAK1NG COMES FIRST By the natural organization of life, women are the home' makers. It is foolish to prate about "home front morale" and then expect women in numbers to leave their homes and children and join the WACs, or get into factories. True, millions of women have responded to the call of national na-tional duty, without any compulsion, com-pulsion, and have enlisted in the auxiliary services, nurses' corps, or have gone into war plants. Most women, however, cannot can-not desert their first responsibility, responsi-bility, the care of their , children. chil-dren. They canot go to war, or to work, without neglecting the welfare of the next generation. As Miss Norris points out, they are doing a far greater service to the nation by quietly taking tak-ing care of their homes than they could insome form of war work. Many mothers are giving every spare moment to the Red Cross, or some other service as it is. There are few slackers among American women, wom-en, even though they do not wear uniforms and carry arms. Certain idle women do drift about to afternoon bars and lounges, accumulating accumulat-ing "whisky blotches," but the percentage it very low. Probably they are useless, anyway. By KATHLEEN NORRIS IT SEEMS to me manifestly unfair in Congresswoman Clare Luce to say that millions mil-lions of American women have done little or nothing to help the war effort except perhaps per-haps to keep their skins lily white and soft for some G.I. to touch when he comes home. And manifestly unfair to Damon Runyon to quote this in a syndicated article, and add, on his own account, ac-count, that keeping skin white is better bet-ter than to let It become covered with whiskey blotches. Mr. Runyon blames what he calls the failure of women to respond to the war effort upon the "remissness of the leaders lead-ers of their sex in showing the way." "If some of the prominent women of the day," he goes on to say, "had lunged forward, it would have been an inspiring example to the rank and file." He suggests that such leaders might have "marshalled big parades of females Into defense plants." He goes on to say In contrast that "hundreds of thousands" of prominent promi-nent men have offered their services to the wartime effort; industrial chieftains, famous actors and journalists, jour-nalists, doctors, movie directors and producers, and members pf Mrs. Luce's own house of representa-tlves. representa-tlves. Men Are Drafted. This sort of talk makes me indignant; in-dignant; it seems to me unworthy of one of our top Journalists. In the first place, men are drafted, and drafted with them is all the glory of uniforms, uni-forms, marching, flags, music, the excitement and change so dear to youth. Just how large our. armies and navies would be if they were composed only of male volunteers is a question, you know, and I know, many a stalwart lad who is safely doing something here at home when he might well be in the ranks. The notable lack of enthusiasm in Canada's men for overseas service Is causing that government grave concern. It is not entirely of their own volition that our fighting men have been flung to all the danger spots of the world. It is the fashion now to speak slightingly of our nurses, to lament publicly that more of them do not volunteer for army and navy service. The strange thing about this crticism is that when a call was sent out for 40,000 nurses little more than a year ago, 72,000 volunteered, volun-teered, and 42,000 were actually ac cepted. There has been no call since until now, and because response to it is somewhat slow, the whole profession pro-fession suffers disrepute. The real and obvious answer to such critics and Mrs. Luce and Mr. Runyon is, of course, that women are not, never have been and never will be, as free as men to follow their desires, in .war or in peace. There are close to 40 million homes in America; less than one-third of 1 per cent of these homes about 1 in 300, is managed without a woman. wom-an. Women cook, wash, clean, raise children, teach in schools; children are their supreme responsibility, husbands and homes and children need them. War is the abnormal, the extraneous thing; wifehood, motherhood, homes, are the indispensable indis-pensable essentials of all civilizations. civiliza-tions. To be sure, certain idle women do drift about to afternoon bars and lounges, accumulating the aforementioned afore-mentioned "whiskey blotches." But the percentage of these womea U very low; perhaps they are mental ly, physically, spiritually of a type that would make them practically useless anyway. Highest Standard Ever. The great mass of our women maintains a higher standard than women have ever maintained in the world before. It is a standard of decency, de-cency, honesty, devotion to home and husband and children; eagerness eager-ness to serve them, to prepare endless end-less meals, wash inexhaustible dishes, gather small pencils and rubbers, rub-bers, telephone teachers, push a perambulator per-ambulator to market, decide anxiously anxi-ously between lessening stores of fruits and meat, go home hot and weary to put the lunch potatoes in to bake, to sterilize the baby's bottles, bot-tles, to mop up the front hallway, to carry a tray upstairs to a sickroom and to go on with it, day after day, early morning until late at night These things must be done, and it is women who must do them, and women who do do them. A man may lock his office for a week, a month, he may close it for a whole year and be off overseas. Nobody suffers except perhaps himself, In his pocket But a woman may not lock two small babies in a perfectly safe room for an hour without deadly risk. She may not neglect the dish-pan dish-pan for one day. There are 312 items, according to recent ca.'cula-tions, ca.'cula-tions, that she must see supplied, refreshed, re-freshed, refrigerated, heated, dusted, dust-ed, smoothed, washed. Ironed and starched, every day of her life. Her husband will not , wear rumpled shirts to the office; her children must not go about in wet shoes; her soup must be skimmed for government fats; her tin. cans washed and flattened; Her Red Cross dues paid; the six o'clock baths for Betty and Junior, their supper, sup-per, the table-setting, the dinner-getting, the five minutes attention to her own appearance, may not be neglected, not one single day. When any man's work is as vital as that of the humblest wife and mother, then it will be time to talk of the "remissness" of women in war service. 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