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iiontroat Collef:e, If^ji^r'ent, T. C,
Jo.nuary, 1941
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It's opening',—this strange little door
marked 1941—for everyone of us, Yrtiere
it v/ill lead eventually none ceui tell
hut vfherever it leads toirtorrow is in
your own hands.
This door is opening—at first -viith
just a crack--and when v;e peek throiigh,
all see there is a long road leading
from that door—and that is the road we
are to travel during 1941. Vie can make
it another rut for oursel’/es^—stream.-
’'lined, certainlj^, but nevertheless a
rut; or we call dig detours and cover up
all the ruts and pave a smooth highway.
As we push harder on the door, it
savings open -suddenly, and we see a big
v/elcame sign hanging above., The new
year*. Last year is another road in the
forest of life, but vre got lost, and
became afraid, and made mistakes ’while
traveling that road. lie •'.■/on't look
back on that road, but ’.'Ve'Il
the rough spots and
•emember
be wary for similar
ones on the 1941 road. How good it is
to s-tart traveling afresh dov.'n a gleair.-
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(Turn to
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I'lor-iin.g; Hum and bustle of many people
in Pennsylvania Station, mingled v;ith
the so’und of an organ way off in one
corner—cold v/ind pushing against you
£vs you leave- the station doors and
start out on the street—a bro’.vr-clad
nun standing just outside Hacy's 34th
Street entrance hcldinv a tinv silver
plate—pigeons, fluttering on -the gray
stone steps of St, Patrick's Cathedral
—the abrupt squeak of tires as a taxi
stops—a traffic officer on horseback
emerging froia a side street to direct
the confusion on the aveiiuo.
Afternoon; The huge golden bdlls in
Lox’d a;ui Tavlor's window'--the brilliant
colors of the costwies of the skaters
flashing by on the Rockefeller Center
ring—the jDhristma.s displayCof -fur rf.n
Russek's corner wdridow—Halt Disney* s
"Fantasia" at Radio City.
Evening: Lights suddenly ablaze on 5th
Avenue—the seven-story Cfiristmac tree
lighted with red, v/hite, aijd blue bulbs
concealed in pls.stic globes—and the
lighted organ pipes at Rockefeller Cen
ter—the h-um and bustle of the station
again—this time Grand Central—then
the roar of a train, and everything
left behindj...
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?rouldn't this old urorld be better
If the folks v.’e meet v/ould say:
"I Inaow sojv.ething good about vou,"
And then treat us just that v.uy?
Wouldn't it be nice to practice
That fine way of thinking, too:
"You Icno^v senething good .about me
And I Iciov/ something g',ood about you."