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Show i THE TOWN DOCTOR " t (The Doctor of Towns) f ROW DO LITTLE BIEDS KXOW WHEN " IT AIX'T G0"2fA RAO AO 3I0EEJ" One day last summer I sat out on the lake front watching the play of both young and old, when a storm came up. The wind blew out and the people flew in and the rain came down in torrents. Lightning flickered wickedly wick-edly over the water and the waves rolled to shore with adornment. It was very apparent where the people went. I did not note where hid the birds, but this I saw; the flies we all so detest, and other such living flying things, took refuge under und-er the visor of my windshield. They were not blown there, for the wind was in the opposite direction they came there. Then the birds came out, and immediately im-mediately it stopped raining. say b I Who told the birds that the rain would cease what guided the flies ' to an automobile? Call it God nature if you likeor Instinct may suit your pleasure; but call it what you may, who can sit at the water's edge in a raging storm, watching man and bird and insect and say there is no great Master Mind Where is the man who thinks his powers of such import that he can match the gift that tells a little bird that "It ain't gonna rain no more?" j Country man, go to the city, city man go to to the wide open space and there learn your insignificance. As big as you think you are, the greater man you'll be when you recognize rec-ognize your littleness by comparison. Copyright, 1929, A. D. Stone. Reproduction Re-production prohibited in whole or in part. This Town Doctor Article is published pub-lished by this pape in cooperation with the local Lions Club. |