Tárogató, 1949-1950 (12. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1949-11-01 / 5. szám
14 TÁROGATÓ Earth, “you will meet other people, and from faraway lands, too. Just wait and see.” So Pumpkin waited and grew until she was the largest and most golden pumpkin in the garden. Then came the great day for Pumpkin to ride in the farm wheelbarrow, right to the kitchen door. “Ah! I’m just ready for you,” said Mistress Brown, as she gathered Pumpkin into her arms. “I must hurry with my baking before the grandchildren arrive from town.” Soon Pumpkin was made ready to be mixed with all sorts of other interesting food people. She remembered now what Mother Earth had said: “You will meet other people, and from far-away lands, too.” How wise the good Mother Earth must be, she thought as she felt the warm glow of ginger and spice and .the soft gentle touch of cinnamon. How exciting to listen to the little spice people tell stories of far Eastern lands, from which they came. “Why,” she thought, “this is even better than travelling. I can meet these nice friendly people right here in Mistress Brown’s warm kitchen, without having to bumble about or be pushed around in town or city markets.” “There”, said Mistress Brown, as she made a beautiful crimp all around the edge of her pie. “Now I shall pop you into the oven and then you will be ready for the children when they come.” Soon the kitchen was filled with sweet spicy smells from the pumpkin - pie, and then it was baked a lovely golden brown. “O Granny, what a beautiful pie,” cried the children, as they seated themselves about the table. All heads bowed as they joined in the children’s special grace: For the fruit upon the tree, For the birds that sing of Thee, For the earth in beauty dressed, Father, Mother, and the rest, For Thy precious, loving care, For Thy bounty everywhere, Father, we thank Thee. Pumpkin was very happy. She was part of the grace the children had been saying. She and all the little spice people too. THE GREAT MUSICIAN There is a beautiful legend about a wonderful musical instrument which was kept in a baronial castle. It was so complicated that nobody could play upon it, and by and by it became red with rust and clogged with dust. Many people tried to remove the dust and put it right again, but they all failed because they did not understand it. Then, one day, the maker of the instrument came. He cleared away the dust and rust and set the strings right, and soon the old castle was filled with the most exquisite music. That is what Jesus can do with you. You are like a wonderful instrument capable of producing the most beautiful music. But something has gone wrong and you bring forth only discord. When other people try to put you right you fail miserably. But one day Jesus comes and He understands you. He knows what a splendid instrument you realy are and what beautiful music you can produce if you will give yourself into His hands. He alone holds the secret of how it can be done, and if you let Him touch you—instead of discord, there will be melody. HIS MASTER’S CHOICE At Hunstanton, England, a dog ran into a butcher’s shop, grabbed a twopound piece of beef, and scampered off towards his home. The butcher chased him. When the dog was caught it was found that he was carrying his own master’s weekly roast! TWO WORDS I am a slave, unto my master bound; And yet, strange though it seems to be, I sound Like something of the sea, quite free and strong, In which we ride and swim, the whole day long. ■jjns ‘jjas :ia/Asuy
