Tárogató, 1947-1948 (10. évfolyam, 3-10. szám)
1947-09-01 / 3. szám
14 TÁROGATÓ dearly loved the generous Samoans, had told them that the real champions of Samoa were those who made roads, planted food-bearing trees, and educated their children. The real champions were not those who fought wars against their own race or the Europeans. The present Administrator of Samoa is Colonel Yoelchker, a British Army officer in the First World War, who commanded Fijian native troops in action against the Japanese in 1944. In his speech to them on June 3rd, Colonel Voelchker reminded the Samoa# leaders of the wise advice that R. L. Stevenson gave their grandfathers, and appealed to them to give him their help in making more roads, growing better crops, and educating the young people of Samoa. After hearing Stevenson’s words of before, the whole company walked down The Road of Gratitude. A MORNING PRAYER By Winifred M. New Help me to live with thee, O Lord, Throughout this coming day, With thee in all I think and feel, In all I do and say, And when emergent needs arise, Prompt me within, to pray. Help me remember always, Lord, That thou art by my side, That when decisions must be made Thou art at hand to guide. May I not blunder on alone, But in thy love confide. Help me to trust thy wisdom, Lord, In every Yea and Nay. When things go wrong, may thy sweet peace Within my heart hold sway. So may I walk with thee, O Lord, Throughout this livelong day. THE LATEST TURTLE All our readers have heard of the celebrated “jeep”, but not so many of us have seen the “turtle” which can be driven in water and under water until the driver’s head alone can be seen, as the unwieldy machine, guided by its driver, cuts through water as well as it rides on land. It is not intended to drive these machines long under water, but one has been submerged for more than an hour. This “jeep” is an ordinary machine fitted with a submarine kit, which costs about one thousand dollars and weighs about a hundred and seventeen pounds. The principal change consists in making all ignition parts waterproof. These machines may prove to be more useful in Peace than they were in war. CANADA’S BIRTHDAY By Isabel Briffett Johnny, the little Indian boy, sat on the doorstep of his house, with one hand under his héad and the other in' the pocket of his overalls; he was thinking deeply. It was a bright summer day with the wind ruffling the waters of the inlet and sending white-capped waves to break gently on the sand in a soft undertone of sound. / “Are you asleep, Little Beaver?” asked his grandfather as he came around the corner. Johnny sprang to his feet and began to dance around; he wanted to show that he was very much awake. “I had my thinking cap on,” he replied. “It’s been a long time since Easter, and Thanksgiving is months and months away. Somebody should have a birthday in between.” Just then Johnny’s mother came, to the door. “Here’s a fellow who wants a party.” The grandfather had a twinkle in his eye. “A party!” exclaimde Johnny’s mother. “Like I had my last birthday,” explained Johnny, “with little cakes and ice-cream and lots of fun.” “Well you will have to wait, I’m afraid,” said his mother. It’s a long time yet before another feast-day, and nobody has a birthday until your own, when your cousins will come to help you celebrate.” “Now I’ll tell you something nice,” said his grandfather. “The day after tomorrow is a holiday; I’ll take you fishing in the creek.” “Goodby!” cried Johnny; he loved to go fishing. “What day is it, Grandfather?”
