Tárogató, 1939-1940 (2. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)

1939-07-01 / 1-2. szám

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TÁROGATÓ

I Intend to Hold Fast to the Church

By P. R. Hayward

I am going to stay by the church.

I know that it has its faults and that there are some people in it whom I do not like.

Nevertheless I am going to hold fast to it.

When I get satisfied with the low’ and easy path, the church will be there to fix my eyes again upon the goal.

When the subtle temptations of life are brought close to me and the high road of honor looks steep and hard, then I shall need some person and some place to hold me steady in the storm. And that person and that place I shall find, I am sure, as nowhere else, in the church.

Its minister will give me the friendly inspiration of his life.

Its prayers will steady me.

Its hymns will speak to my heart from the warm experience of the great souls of the past.

Its friendly companionship will surround me with a fellowship that in the dark and dangerous days of my daily life I shall need above all else.

In the church I can find Him who is the Way, the Truth and the Life.

So I intend to hold fast to the church.

(“Youth’s World”)

A Great Man Who Never Grew Up

By Mary A. Shaw

Michael Faraday laid the foundation for the modern harnessing of electricity to the tasks of everyday life. He was over forty when, almost by accident, he found out how to convert magnetism into electricity; but on that red letter day he danced around his laboratory with the joy and the nimbleness of a small boy.

Faraday stayed young in spirit all through his long and useful life, though he began to work hard when only ten years old, first as an errand boy, and then asi apprentice to the bookbinder Riebau.

The new scientific books that came to the bindery fascinated him. He found time to read them and began to keep notebooks, as any other enthusiastic boy might do. He arranged and indexed

these notebooks in a beautiful manner and filled them with the observations he had made, and with extracts from articles he had enjoyed reading. They contained notes about “Flies,” “Fairy Rings,” “Sympathetic Inks,” and many other subjects. He named his books The Philosophic Miscellany.

Then he wrote to Sir Humphrey Davy, at that time the great figure of the British scientific world, asking for help to enter scientific work. He enclosed his credentials. He had been given an opportunity to attend Davy’s lectures on chemistry and had taken full notes. Now he sent along the notes bound in book form, neatly written, with titlepage and sub-titles in beautiful decorrative script. Today that book rests in the archives of the British Royal Institution as a precious treasure. As we know, Davy did help the boy, and afterward said that he considered Michael Faraday his greatest discovery.

The Nameless Guests Two Hundred Scholars in Exile

There is no reason why, as a result of help to the refugee scholars, we should not make this country the intellectual centre of the world. — Sir Samuel Hoare.

There was a distinguished gathering of eight hundred people at Burlington House, in England, recently.

Among them were ten ambassadors and other diplomats, and a great number of scientists and artists whose names are known in most civilized lands.

But over two hundred of these distinguished people were guests without a name; that is to say, they must be nameless because in many cases they have relatives in their own countries who would probably suffer if they were brought into prominence in England. They are refugee scientists and scholars from six European countries, many of them once comparatively wealthy, and all now living on grants of from ten to fifteen dollars a week.

Personal Goodness

When Gipsy Smith was young he met General William Booth and the General