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Show f '"Battle Ceeek ., The thoughfulness of one of our local residents was revealed the other day in a telephone conversation conver-sation with Mrs. Elizabeth Oscar-son Oscar-son McClure. She called to read a letter she had just received from Alice Kuroiwa, Davis High School Junior, who was the subject of this column on March 28. Our readers will perhaps remember remem-ber that Alice was elected "Mistress" "Mis-tress" of the Junior From at her school by the popular vote of 500 of her classmates. "I mailed her a copy of your article and would like to read you her answer," said Mrs. McClure. She explained that she had never met Alice; but that she had a strong feeling of admiration admir-ation for Japanese children, since living neighbors to a family of them at Soldier Summit, Utah. Here is a copy of the letter: Dear Mrs. McClure: Thank you for your kind thought. I appreciate it very much. It was veiy considerate of you to send me the article and I will treasure it always. It is not every day that one receives re-ceives such a tribute and I am very humble. Please thank the editor of the column for me. I am grateful for your gesture and would like to say again, "Thank you very much." Sincerely, Alice .Kuroiwa In the flurry of our complex and hectic modern life, it is rather the exception when we take time or have the inclination to do the little kindly things that cost so little and mean so much. Even in Church affairs, we become be-come so engrossed in the mechanics mechan-ics and routine of being a "good membe.r" that we often forget the principles xupon which our Christian faith was founded. "Except "Ex-cept ye do it unto the least of these," said the Master, "ye have not done it unto Me." Mrs. McClure's entire outlay for her act of kindness, was a three-cent three-cent postage stamp and five minutes min-utes time; yet it brought a thrill of spiritual uplift to a deserving girl. Neither of the two will ever forget the incident. The lives of both will be made fuller and richer rich-er because of it. Perhaps this little human interest inter-est incident may serve to remind us that after all we pass this way only once. Yesterday is gone, wc cannot recall it. Tomorrow belongs to no one, since it is not yet bom. The hours of today are all that we have in which to fulfill the better purposes of our existence. It's always al-ways much later than we think. So long 'til Thursday. |