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Show couragement, resentment, p:, dice. I have a motto I a'A carry with me which helps n,; ': the hope that it may help 0;;,: I quote it here: "Any one can carry his fc however heavy, till nightfall. Any one can do his work, l.t. ever hard, for one day. An) r can live sweetly, patiently, lov. ly, purely, till the sun goes d;-. And this is all that life ever it. ly means." the things we do day in and day out that nobody notices, that makes us, not angry, but worse still fretful. What we must do is to remember remem-ber in these days is the warning of the danger hour on the home front. It is the sign of the weakness weak-ness in the fortifications, the break in the line and, just as on the battlefront, so on the home front, it means we must call up the reserves. Why is it dangerous? Because through the . gaps of discontent may come the saboteurs, thos'? self-same sneak thieves who destroyed de-stroyed the countries of Europe. They slow up work .by saying 'You have done your share. Wait till the other fellow catches up with you." They delay the war effort by whispering, "Jfust this one day off. You are only one. You won't be missed." They waste material by saying, "You can want today." Then when the will is weakened, come the tank troops "Every one else is geting theirs. You're a sap. Get yours." They attack racial and religious .groups, imputing to all, the mistakes common to all groups of a few individuals. They nake scapegoats and use them as alibis for negligence, indifference ind selfishness. And then in through the breaks nade By the tanks, pour the shock ;roops of the conqueror. How can we fight this subtle ;nemy? By throwing in the re-ierves re-ierves of character before the line is weakened. By determined resistance resis-tance to self-pity, discontent, dU- One Day At A Time! By RUTH TAYLOR Great times call for great people. peo-ple. But it isn't the crises that call for the greatest exercise of sefl-control and patience. It is the every day grind of monotonous, disagreeable tasks. We can stand : big sacrifices, but it's the giving up of little things which no one knows about that wears our tern- 1 pers thin. i It's the plane spotting detail on ' a, holiday evening after weeks of nothing happening. It's the first 1 aid class no the first spring day. 1 Ct's the store being out of butter when we've so carefully rationed sur family. It's the conscience ; that makes us buy bonds when we wont bright new clothes. It's all i |