Tárogató, 1948-1949 (11. évfolyam, 1-8. szám)
1949-02-01 / 8. szám
16 TÁROGATÓ embroidery. Poetry and pictures have always been very important in the life of the Chinese, even among the poorest of the people, and they have a great deal to teach us about beauty. The Chinese played football as long ago as 200 B.C., using a ball stuffed with feathers. Dominoees, chess and mahjong have all come to us from China. In China the first name is the surname — John Smith in China would be Smith John. When you come to think of it, it is just as sensible as our way, perhaps more so. For instance, in listing names alphabetically, we have to turn them round and put the surname first, but in China that is already done! —World Friends. THE NOTEBOOK — By N. G. Smith The Wholesome Truth Truth is always consistent with itself, and needs nothing to help it out: it is always near at hand, sits upon our lips, and is ready to drop out before we are aware; a lie is troublesome, and sets a man’s invention on the rack: and one trick needs a good many more to make it good. It is like building upon a false foundation, which continually stands in need of props to shore it up, and proves at last more chargeable than to have raised a substantial building first upon a true and solid foundation. —Addison. Thanksgiving for Music. Thou who wast well pleased when the morning stars sang together, When the floods rejoiced, and the valleys danced and sang, Who hast put deep into the human heart The instinct to praise thee with lip and instrument, Teach us how to express our thanks for the gift of music. We praise thee for crude expressions in the childhood of the race, For modes and moods of men of varied culture and race: For garret manuscripts stained with tears, For gentle lullabies, For love songs whispered in the ear, For sonorous symphonies, For the silver voice of the violin, The many splendoured beauty of the organ, For those who hold multitudes by the spell of voice or hand, For all who have expressed for us The ecstasy, the wonder, the beauty and travail of life. For all who wash our souls clean in clear, sweet streams of beauty, We thank thee, Lord. —George Steward, in “A Face to the Sky”. CLEVER LETTER C “The letter C ought to be very clever,” said John. “Do you know why? Because he is always in sChool.” “I don’t think he can be a good pupil, though,” Mary said. “He has never been known to be in time, and he is never in a hurry.” “Besides,” put in Harold, “he is never out of misChief, and always in disgraCe.” “He never shows up in reading or writing, or history or geography,” added Philip. “Only in arithmetic,” said Alice, “and there he’s at the tail er\d.” “How is it, then,” asked John, “that he’s always first in Class?” “That’s hard to tell”, said Mother, “but it’s plain that the scholars couldn’t do without him, and neither could the teaCher.” REWARD When I was a child, my mother taught me not to accept money for small deeds. Very often I would run errands for my grandmother. She would offer me a dime or more each time. In fun, I told her to “put it on my account.” Even when I was in college, she smiled whenever I used the old phrase. A few years later she died, leaving a bank account of sixteen hundred dollars and fifty-nine cents in my name. A note attached said: “Dear Buddy, this is your account, which I have saved up for the past twenty-five years.” —Magazine Digest.
