February 28, 1947
THE LEXHIPEP
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A Reverie
—Margaret Finch
The embers glowed softly on the
hearth. The fire had died down, and
all was warm and peaceful within
John Parsons did not hear the clock
clock as it struck eleven; his thoughts
were far away. He was seeing himself
again as a boy of thirteen, long-leg
ged and as mischievous as only boys
can be. There was Angela, too, with
the soft curls around her face, the
laughter in ther eyes. He remem
bered carrying her books home from
school, and his thoughts lingered es
pecially upon the time he fought
Bill Jennings for some insulting re
marks he had said to her.
John’s thoughts dwelt longingly on
his first dance. Angela had looked so
lovely in blue. They used to go on
picnics out at the lake. There wa;
always a crowd along. Those were
happy days.
When school was over, John got a
job in an airplane factory. The future
was promising. He and Angela were
planning to get married. They were
waiting a little while until they were
older; and in the meantime, John
was saving his money to build a home.
Then came Pearl Harbor! John went
away to war. He recalled his first
furlough and the complete happiness
of each of those ten short days. Then
he had gone overseas. It was while
there that he lost his mother, and a
few months later, his father. The
wound had scarcely healed when his
sister, too, was taken by death. This
left only a brother, Michael. He re
turned to America and was stationed
about a hundred miles from home
He was with Angela nearly every
week-end. Then came V-E Day, and
a few weeks later John was dis
charged.
He and Angela had waited long
They were to be married at last. She
looked very beautiful in her wedding
dress as she ascended the steps o.
St. Joachim’s. But at the top of the
steps she fell. Her father tried tc
support her, but she was gone. Her
wedding train was tangled around her
feet; there was an angelic look o.
peace on her face. Her heart had
failed, and she had slipped away
peacefully.
The next day Angela was buried in
her wedding dress. Thousands o
people came through the misty rair
to Saint Mary’s Cemetery to bid her
farewell. John stood again before the
casket. On it lay a large wreath of
white carnations, given by the ushers
who had served as pallbearers. There
were the three hundred red roses that
was his own gift. The father’s voice
was heard, “May her soul, departed
rest in peace.” Her father stooped and
picked one of the flowers; her mother
bade her good-bye.
It comforted John, somehow, tc
reminisce. For a while the loneliness
would be forgot. He could face the
next day with a renewed strength
Life had not been all unhappiness for
him. He had found joy in his work.
After Angela’s death, he had gone away
to college and studied medicine. He
had not become famous. Fame was
not what he wanted. He was only a
small town doctor, but everyone
seemed to like him: The people there
did not know why he had nevei
married; they thought he was jus!
a solitary person. He never told them:
he did not want sympathy. He knew
that someday he would meet his loved
ones again. He knew that they would
rejoice together with Him.
The Value of Time
—Jake Cross
Time is short for everyone! Nc
man has time to do all that he de
sires to do. With the little time
that one has, one should spend hi,
ime in increasing his knowledge, in
earning a good living for himself, and
in working for the good of society.
When a man procrastinates, he is
ruining his life; when he uses hi;
time to create something good, he is
developing himself physically, morally
and mentally. Not only does he help
himself, but he helps his neighbors
his friends, and his Lord.
As one of our greatest statesmer
and presidents, Abraham Lincoln, has
said, “Time wasted is existence; time
used is Ufe.” This famous quotation
simply means that when one waste:
time, he is just existing, that is all
but when one uses his time, he
living a good Ufe that can be lived
only through putting one’s time to a
good advantage.
Another very familiar quotation
which Is usually used in trying tc
get someone to hurry, is “There’s no
time to lose.” The person who says
this quotation hardly realizes the
truth that he is expressing not only
in the existing situation, but also in
the daily living.
I have discussed the quotations on
Time;” now I should like to recal
a song which was quite popular sev
eral years ago. In this song Love and
Time care compared. The name o
this song is “Time Waits for No One.’
The titl ealone expresses almost al
that I am trying to say.
Everyone should remember these
quotations and the song and shoulc
try to make the best out of the time
that he has.
No Time On Our Hands
—Mary Anne Hunt
High school is perhaps one of the
best places to prove whether a per
son uses his time wisely or not. One
needs but ot walk through a class
room, the halls, or the Ubrary to see
the type of people who work wisely
and those who loaf.
There are some students who try
to take advantage of the teachers, and
they do not seem to realize that they
are cheating themselves instead of get
ting by with something. This type
of student wastes his time as wel
as the teacher’s time, because he i:
missing a part of a valuable lessor
which will help him in the future
In the library the boys and girls
spend their time telling funny jokes
or just gossiping. Also they try tc
slip out and parade up and down the
halls, heedless of what harm they are
doing.
We all need every possible moment
that can be crowded into our shor;
lives. None of us are so smart and
intelligent that we can afford to waste
precious moments. Our schcx>ls are a
big stepping stone towards helping us
grow into good men and women. We
are just hurting ourselves by trying
to “skim through” and not using our
time wisely and sufficiently.
The world is large and holds many
places open for us as we grow older.
We should take every possible advan
tage offered to us and use time to the
best of our ability.
A MAN
—Bob Tate
A man lay dying on Flanders’ Field
With no protection, not even a shield;
His heart turned back for many a year
When he was young and lyad no fear
t
As this man lay dying in great dread
He thought of loved ones and then
fell dead;
But he did not sacrifice .in vain.
For God above shall always reign.
This man was taken away from earth
Yet his soul had a chance for
rebirth;
We must all endure the temptation of
sin.
Then we too will have a chance at
the end.
MOMENTS OF BEAUTY
—^Margaret Finch
0 God! All the beauty of this place
Fills me with Thy sweet embrace.
1 see the trees this winter’s day,
But never in words can I say
The tranquil feelings that o’er me
steal.
As their bare limbs they do reveal.
Past those limbs and into the sky
One might see Thy face on high.
Thou, too, might be beside a stream
As one recalls Thee in a dream.
And in Your arms a lamb You hold
As did Thy Son in days of old.
The kindly light within Thine eyes
Matches the color of the skies.
Nearby a brook is singing its song,
A song it sings the whole day long.
But wait! It is Thy voice I hear
Because I know Thou art so near.
Thy voice in the murmuring brook—
I dare not turn round to look.
It’s moments like these Thou dost
impart
Glimpses of Paradise in my heart.
If I could but remain forever
And return to the world—never—
But alas! Not so.
For soon all must go—
Go back to the life we have' known.
The life that is Thine own.
And so live with souls serene
That beauty through us is seen.
That we may reap the great reward
Of Paradise with Thee, O Lord.
SUCCESS
—Jake Cross
A step
Along the path
Of right leads one to see
The things in life which one desires
To see.
WHAT’S IT TO YA?
—Mary McLendon
To some it is a source of fright;
To some it is a sheer delight;
To little boys it’s a constant need;
To some it is a place to read;
To sots it’s a douse after a fling;
To some it is a time to sing;
Di de la se do.
What’s a bath to you?
A PRAYER
—Judy Foy
Lord, we know the right from wrong;
We know the way is hard and long;
But let us be to Thee Thy servant,
And may our prayers be kind and
fervent.
Lead us kindly through our days;
Teach us all Thy holy ways;
Let us try with all om might
To see the way, the truth, the light
MY MAN
—Gladys Story
My man is tall and slim.
His teeth are sparkling white;
He’s always happy, carefree, and gay
Each morning, noon, and night.
He always keeps so smooth and trim
He’s the dream man of my heart;
I can always hear him a mile away.
Whenever we’re apart.
THE WATER-LILY
—Sue Hooper
The water-lily folded tight
Floats on the crystal lake.
Now morning comes with golden light
To make the bud awake.
Its hard brown bud is thrown aside
And green leaves spread apart.
The pink-hued petals open wide
To bare a golden heart.
This is the work of God above.
The lily, oh so bright.
To show us His undying love
And glories of His might.
Defeat Does Not Mean
Failure
—Bob Tate
A young boy twenty-one years old
lay on Jiis bed in the dormitory of
the Oak Wood Medical Clinic, it was
to be a big day for him. He thought
that this day might well be the dif
ference between his failure and success.
Oak Wood Medical Clinic was f
quaint, medical institution which had
produced many fine physicians, and
which too had sent many young men
home because they could not make
the grade which was required.
As the boy lay and thought of these
things, he shivered at the thought of
being sent home. So far he had been
a fine medical student. He dressed
himself slowly and proceeded down tc
breakfast. After breakfast, he donned
his white clothes, for he was to be on
duty at the hospital by nine o’clock.
At nine-thirty, three physicians and
this medical student were standing
over an operaing table at the clinic
The boy had waited a long time for
this chance. He had operated many
times on things that were dead, but
never on a live, human being.
As he stood there, perspiration cov
ered his face. He heard a doctoi
telling him to proceed. He began
He fought bravely to keep from shak
ing and to keep his hands steady;
but the strain was too much for him
and he shook so badly that one ol
the physipians had to take over.
During the days that followed the
boy tried desperately but never could
he get enough self-control to operate.
Each day he would operate on dead
organisms, and his scalpel would pen
etrate to the right depth so that the
operations were always successful.
One day, just as the boy had given
up all hope of ever making a success
of himself, a docor came to his room.
He had been watching the boy, and
he saw that he was an excellent
chemist. He knew that the boy was
brilliant in all scientific methods con
cerning medicine. Therefore, he had
a long talk with the boy. He offered
him permission to come to his modem
laboratory to try some experiments
The boy was reluctant to go at first,
but finally he consented.
After several experiments, the boy
found the work very Interesting. Be
fore long he knew every part of the
laboratory. He knew at last he had
found the work that he was adapted
to. Although he realized he could
not be a surgeon, he was glad he had
overcome defeat. He knew that some
day he would be one of the greater
medical scientists of the world.