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A bored ladybug named Millie was wandering around the garden.
Suddenly a black ant with a tiny, red-checked pack on his back stumbled
through the clods. Millie stopped short. She peered into the bowed
face of the ant.
“You’re tired,” she said, with a flutter of her wings.
"My name’s Jack,” the ant clipped. “And I’m exhausted. Utterly
fatigued.”
“I’m Millie. And I’m so bored. There’s nothing to me. I know that.
Don’t tell me.”
“You’re good looking.” Jack had removed the red-checked pack and
brushed the dust from his black feet. “Look at me. What have I got?
Nothing.’ **
Mjllie 'smiled serenely. “But you’re going somewhere. Doing some
thing,” And, with an air only a ladybug can achieve, she glanced,
tired-like, at the spots glistening on her well-shaped back.
Then Millie peeled a section of her beautiful shell off quickly and
held it out. Here. You’ll be beautiful, if you don’t mind my saving
so.”
Jack took it reverently. “But I’m a cynic,” he said. “My motto is:
take gifts with a sigh, for most people give to be paid.” He sighed and
reached for the red-checked pack.
“No. No. Please don’t,” Millie cried. “I, too, have a motto. This
is It. ‘All you can hold in your cold, dead hand is what you have given
away.’ ”
the salemite
December 7,
Beyond Tiee §«|U«ire»By Carol Campbe
Jack laughed and put the pack, unopened, on his back. “It is strange.
he said, “that your motto has brought you no more contentment than
mine has brought to me.”
He strapped the peeling of ladybug shell to his thin back with a blade
of dried grass and started on his way, wearily.
-J. S.
PEOPLE
Although Sir Winston Churchill
celebrated his 82nd birthday with
a quiet family gathering last Sat
urday, mountains of cables and
letters filled his Hyde Park Corner
home to proclaim the respect and
affection of his country and the
world. “Sir Winston,” a photo
grapher called out to the great man
as he retired from a session with
the pr?ss, “I hope to take your
picture on your 100th birthday.”
Churchill looked the man in the
eye for fully thirty seconds and
evenly replied, “I see no reason
why you shouldn’t, young man—
you look hale and hearty enough.”
From Augusta, Georgia, where he
is taking a few weeks in the sun.
President Eisenhower announced
the appointment of Douglas Mac-
Arthur 11 as ambassador to Japan.
Mr. MacArthur is the nephew of
the famed general ousted from his
Far Eastern command by President
Truman and is also a son-in-law
of the late Vice-President Alben
W. Barkley.
Mr. Stevenson has officialEf re
moved himself from the Democratic
presidential picture in 1960 by say
ing Tuesday, “I will not run again
for the presidency.” Although he
intends to resume his private law
practice in Chicago, Adlai said he
Santa Wea rs Cotton In Miami
I awoke snuggled up under my
one blanket. Then I stepped out
onto the cold floor and shivered
a little in the cold room, (My
parents had never felt that there
was sufficient need for a central
heating system.)
I joined the family in the living
room. They were waiting for me,
around a little fire which I knew
no one would bother to replenish
because the sun w'Otild have the
house warm in a few^ hours. Santa
hadn’t knocked any snow dowm
into the hearth because he drove
his sleigh down one of the orchid
palm fronds that sprawls above the
house and came straight dow'n the need a sweater
chimney.
Now that my eyes were open
wfider I could see all of the finish
ing touches that had been put on
the house. On the mantle there
was an arrangement of silvered
avocado leaves, silvered palmetto
fans, and sprigs of tiny red Florida
holly berries
When the presents w^ere opened,
we began the mad scramble to get
ready for church. My room was
warm now (guess Mother and
Daddy were right about the heat
ing). I slipped on my gray winter
cotton and decided I wmuld not
Christmas At West Point
Christmas Day found me stand
ing on the steps of the Cadet
Chapel at West Point. The Corps
was marching to church, and I saw
the miraculous precision of its ap
proach w'ith fascination. Every
knee bent in the same prescribed
angle; every back braced in mili
tary fashion; every step was per
fect alignment.
The regiments moved, as I did,
into the immense stone structure
that was the Cadet Chapel. I en
tered the vestibule behind the Corps
and immediately a dashing cadet-
usher with spotless, white cross
belts and gleaming saber, escorted
me down the center aisle.
The gray walls of the interior
were illuminated by scores of can
delabra the light from which cast
flickering shadows in and among
the arches created by the semi-
Gothic architecture.
My heels clicked on the stone
floors as we passed beneath the
overhanging display of battle flags,
some of w'hich dated back to en
gagements of the Revolutionary
War. These were faded and hung
in tatters, presenting a vivid c.oti-
trast to the newer, blood-stained
banners of World War II.
At the far end of the chapel,
above the altar, was a stained glass
picture of Christ. The sunlight
streaming through these jewel-like
panes gave life to the figure. The
silver service on the high altar re
flected the light of softly glowing
candles; acolytes clad in rich vest
ments moved back and forth, mak
ing final preparations for the morn
ing service.
A medley of Christmas selections
rose in generous swells from one
of the largest pipe organs in the
world, and, as my escort and I
were nearing our destination, the
Cadet Choir lifted their voices in
song. I slipped into my seat just
in time to join in the strains of
“Joy to the World.”
—Ruth Bennett
Mother decided on
a linen with a matching sweater—
just perfect since the' sunshine-
fashion season begins with Christ
mas.
-After church we joined the stream
of cars moving toward the country
club. It was noon and I was be
ginning to feel warm in my long
sleeved dress. The people in the
front of us had their convertible
top down and were soaking in the
sunshine. After we finally found
a parking place near the club
house, we joined the mob in the
open patio.
We took the long w^ay home
from the club. I can’t remember
seeing the lawns any greener.
There were red and w'hite poinsetta
hedges in full bloom. In the back
yards, the glazy green cactus trees
were bending under the w^eight of
the crop of yellow and orange fruit.
As we crossed the canal we saw
a few boats headed toward the bay
for an afternoon on the ivater. A
few cars wfith out-of-state licenses
were headed toward the beach.
(No matter how^ cold it is, tourists
always have to uphold the tradition
of going swfimming on Christmas
Day!)
The rest of the day passed
quietly. That evening I decided I
W'ould need to take a sweater with
me when I went out. When bed
time came, I crossed my fingers in
hopes that it would be warm
enough the next night to have the
country club formal outside.
—Martha Jarvis ber of Neg:
w'ould go on helping the Demo
cratic Party “whenever I can.” In
this connection he said, “the great
est service the Democratic Party
can now render is a strong, search
ing and constructive opposition.”
“When he faces me, he will have
a painful awakening”, said Archie
Moore fwo weeks ago. Replied
Floyd Patterson, “I haven’t even
thought of losing.” And he was
right. Last Friday, twenty-one
year old Floyd Patterson knocked
out the thirty-nine year old Moore
in the fifth round and became the
youngest man to ever capture the
heavyweight championship of the
world. ^
And from Hollywood, producer-
director Mark Robson declares that
Ava Gardner is the world’s number
one glamor girl. After spending
two months in Europe filming Ava
in her newest picture, “The Little
Hut”, co-starring David Niven and
Stewart Granger, Mr. Robson re
turned to Hollywood a shaken man
and said, “It was the most un
nerving experience of my life.”
THE WORLD
Defying Russian guards and a
fusillade of bullets, fired over their
heads, more than 30,000 Hungarian
women and children marched into
-Heroes Square in Budapest to lay
flowers on the tomb of the un
known soldiers. Rejecting all men
from the demonstration, the Women
ieered. slapped and spat at the
Russians and braved both the Rus
sians and the biting wind to com
memorate the Soviet onslaught one
month ago which crushed the Oc
tober 23 revolt.
ideanwhile qualified reports have
said that the Hungarian resistance
is culminating in a ‘shadow govern
ment which is undermining the
Communist Kadar regime. In re
taliation to the opposition Kadar
nas put forth the folowing ultima
tums : Refugees must return or
face ultimate punishment, the
workers must return to work or
receive no- food, Hungarian soldiers
must rejoin their units or face de
sertion charges, and rejection of
the request for a workers’ press.
In the United States there is in
creasing impatience with the refusal
of the Russians to respond to in
ternational protest of the situation
and from nearbj^ Austria comes the
report that the more than 100,000
Hungarian refugees are straining
both the resources of the Austrian
government and those of the inter
national welfare agencies. In pro
test against the Russians’ suppres
sion of the Hungarian revolt the
United States has suspended its
new program of cultural exchanges
with the Soviet Union.
As the Biitish and French forces
leave Egypt this week, the United
Nations continue to study the solu
tions to two basic problems. First
they must get a settlement that
will 1) guarantee Israel’s safety,2)
restore freedom of passage through
the Canal and 3) stop Soviet in
filtration of the Middle East. Then
comes the problem of repairing
Anglo-French relations. Since
Britain and France have lost their
prestige in the Middle East, the
burden w^ill fall on the United
States to maintain Western influ
ence in this all important area.
Our chief competitor is the Soviet
Union.
The United States has recognized
that the six major Arab states of
the Middle East (Egypt, Saudi
Arabia, Jordan, Syria, Lebanon and
Iraq) are unified in their common
hatred of Israel and Western co
lonialism and are all intensely
nationalistic. A split has occurred
over the entrance of Soviet in
fluence in the Middle East, how
ever. Although the offer of Soviet
‘volunteers’ to help in the Egyptian
crisis was favorably received by all
the Arab states, several of them
are now beginning to fear the
consequences of Russian interven
tion and the arrival of its influence
m their progress towards national
ism.
THE NATION
Clinton again. After their child
ren were pelted with eggs and
stones by a group of white child
ren, the parents of the small num-
children who were
admitted to Clinton High Seb
in September have declared
they will not send their childtj
back to school until the authoritij
will assure them of safety.
Clinton Board of Education hat
requested Federal aid in the rm|
ter and have stated that,they hal
reached the end of their influe:
in forcing education.
And in New York, an explosiJ
that followed a fire on a BrooklJ
pier shook tfie area for miil
around. Twenty-five minutes af||
the fire occured on Monday on
pier of Luckenback Steamslj
Lines, the area was thrown in
turmoil with an estimated damal
of $10,000,000.
ENTERTAINMENT
It was with regret that I rej
that .Steve Allen, of Tonight,
relinquish his role at the end
the month to devote full time
his Sunday night show. EvJ
though the other networks do
schedule programs in the late evej
ing, N. B. C. insists there’s
market for a live show at this tin
and are considering either enlist
Ernie Kovaks to take Steve’s plaJ
or a panel of three columnists wl|
would present what’s new in til
entertainment world in New Yori
Chicago and Los Angeles. w|
vote goes, to Ernie.
Much .Ado About Me is the tei
der, wry story of. a Boston b.
named John Florence Sulliva
You might know him better
Fred Alien. The book tells of t
change by which the Sullivan b
became first a juggler, then Fr
Allen and then, after Will Roge:
the most intelligent comedian
the stage.
It all began when the Bosti
Public Library, where fourteen ye
old Fred worked, decided to give
Christmas show. Fred did a ju;
gling act and after the show a gi|
in the audience told him he ougl
to go on the stage. Says Fre^
If she had only ,kept her mouti
shut that night, today I might
the librarian of the Boston Pu^..,
Library.” 'Oddly enough, Mr. Alle|
wrote every word of this stor
and tells a delightful story of h
rise from small-time to top boo
ing at the Palace amidst those i-
credible and dedicated people wit
whom he worked. Don’t miss it.
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