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Show EASTER OFFERING !:..'. -1 V:';-'"'" v r ' VV...J l-. i Season of Joy i Helen Bruce Wallace i Kven with all our faith that deaden Ing question. "What's the UHe?" lurki In wait for vim at every obntacle In t hi road. Did we not believe In what lie: on the other aide. thouKh taiaeen, wi would turn back like Pliable from om miry Slouch of Despond. Take away temporal hope from I man, from a nation what follows' For the man dlHeouragement. inertia despair, then nseleKsneRg; for the na tion disintegration. Mow much farth er reaching In Its effect lor 111 1 I hopelesKneK that this rough earthlj path lead to eternal life. Are we discouraged today? llavi the worries of the money-troublet winter hit u hard? Have we trial that none but ourselves may know the more bitter that they must bi hidden? Are we bowed under I weight of Illness, of morbid dread o the future, that will not lift? Let tho joyous meflsage of the Eai tertlde bring healing. Hope la Utni voiced on every aide today. In th swelling notes of th organ, In th' soaring voices of choir and chorister in the Inspiring tneasace that Is pre claimed from every Christian pulpl In the land. It but remains for u to reach uot for that hope and nmk It our own, to loonen the sordid, d pronging earth cords that have u tightly bound. . The Joyouanena of EaHter. Al-vf the woman who cannot feci II; wbi Is not lifted out of herself todny. What though the old gloom returns Is It not something to have stood oi the heights and Rung aloud with tb joy of living; to have seen the sin pierrlng the clouds, to have caught i glimpse of the radiance beyond? Nev or again will the blackness be sc dense, for Is there not the hope ol that joyous day when the sunlll heights will be ours, to inspire us tc keep on climbing. Iet us not be content to keep the 8(aon'R Joy In our heart. Keal joy ousneHS must find an outlet. In cheery greeting, in forgetfulness of old grmt ges. In taking brightness Into the lives of thotse who may be shut out from It. Wear your ICaster flower, typical of hope, be heartened by the Kaster message, but share both flower and message with those whose need ol cheer may be greater far than yours. V 't? an Instinctive -frS. ot disappoint- tlTT ,nent wl,en It rains on itM A $ Faster. We feel that ?-'wf.r the sun should shine 1 and all nature be at her :,. best and brightest on thl" da' thBt ' t'i,lral ' t'j&t, both of spiritual and ". grTyrr-. I puygt,ftj reawakening. As far as we enn we voice this JoyousneHS In the flowers that are seen everywhere. There Is a, coldness In tho church service that Is not brightened by at leant a lily or two today; It seems to poorly express the spirit of the Eastertide. It is good for us to have one day In the year that Is all Joy. It Is no time for yielding to gloom or depression. de-pression. Life has so much of Shadow Shad-ow that the road would be darkened did we never coine out into the full sunshine. We want life and light and color around us; therefore we put the blossoms of spring In our windows win-dows and wear them as we go to and fro. Other festal days have their temporal tem-poral distractions. Easter makes Its strongest appeal to the soul tide of us. Coming as It does on the first day of the week, when the busy world Is resting, there Is time to think of the higher side of life, to ponder on the deeper meaning of things that be. What means this Joyousness of the season that Is felt by all, if unexpressed? unexpress-ed? Is It not reviving hope; a hope to brighten the dreariest, most dispirited dispir-ited man or woman? Did not man believe in a hereafter, a future when wrongs will be righted right-ed and sorrows turn to Joy, the world would have stopped trying long ago. The Easter Egg 1 J I am the tinted Easter egg, t whose bespangled shell you peg wi h csreful stroke of knife or spoon, regarding me ss quire a boon. And as 1 feel v your lusty stroke 1 chuck!e gsyly st the oke, for you I know sre in the mesh of placards worded "Strictly Fresh " You trust the crsftr grocer man who sells his eggs just ss he can snJ n:ver is the lesst sfrsid to clim that they sre "Newly Lsid." The grocer nisn, be purs his trut In men who are not wholly just, for they sell eggs the whole year round and often in deceit sre found, became they keep the eggs on ice until there is a raise in rrice. However, I would sdv.se that you should turn your hsrpy eyes upon the tlntings of mv sheH-the hues sre laid on si weL'i 'he dresmy pinkl and reds snd blues with w hiih the dye my form embues; or possibly I may present designs that for true art sre meant a landscaps or an ocean scfne wherein there are faint hin's of green, or mavbe, limned with dainty grace there is a most bewitching face that smiles into your Jovous eyes which shows the sparkie of surprise. Do ss you p!rse, but it is best to set. perhaps, st I suggest. Put down your knife with whith you aim lo crush my mosr amtic frame, and simply festt your Inner man upon the pictures that you scan. For all you see and all you know; for all my cunning pictures show I may be of the overflow of Eattertime a year ago. Old masters may have painted me in some forgot en century and left me in some cherished hosrd some warehouse ware-house where fresh eggs are stored nJ it might fill you with regret if you should heed me not snd let your appetite for works of srt gain headway o'er your mind and tiesrt. O, listen, listen, let me beg I am a simple Essrer egg, bedaubed with paint and drowned in dyes, but let me beg of you: He wise I How often do we weep to see things not what they're cracked up to be I Kemember, i bare made no claims I leave the dealers all such games; I may be but a chest and sbsm, but I am only whit I sm. Think over whit I sav think twice; all men may ptefit by advice. If you bou d crack me to your woe, remember that I told you so. New all my little speech is dene. Strike I Strike, but first prepare lo ml |