Verhovayak Lapja, 1941. július-december (24. évfolyam, 27-52. szám)

1941-10-30 / 44. szám

October 30, 1941

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Verhovayak Labia

Children’s Page

Conducted by

AMELIA NYERS

MOTHER O’MINE

Who was it washed your dirty face,

Tied well your bib into place, And held your head while Dad said grace?

Your mother.

ZABA IN THE LAND OF WISDOM

(Continued from Last Issue)

They traveled many days in deep forests. They spent many nights in dense jungles. Days soon grew into weeks and still they had not found The Land of Wisdom.

Finally, they reached another mountainous country. It looked menacing from a distance, but Zaba was hopeful.

Eagerly he sought a path leading up the side of the mountain. In his eagerness to reach the top he lost his companions. When the boy realized he was lost he tried to retrace his steps, but found it impossible. Heavy foliage grew all around him and blocked his way.

When the sun had set hu courage began to fail him The weakness inside him wa a feeling he had not known before.

Suddenly he heard a flapping of wings. He looked uy and recognized his little feathered friends. He called to them joyfully. They drew near. Zaba told the birdr of his plight and begged fo: help. But they only mocked him and flew away.

Then the boy realized hov helpless and frightened had been the boys and girls that he had teased and mocked . He regretted that he had wasted so much time in the pursuit of his pleasures.

The moon rose and threw a pale light upon the earth.

Zaba’s heart beat hopefully. He searched vainly for a path back. He raised his voice, crying for help. But no help came.

Suddenly he heard a soft tread through the jungle night. He strained his eyes to find the moving object, but the light of the moon revealed nothing. He called again. Then he became aware of two bright yellow eyes peering at him through the heavy foliage. He recognized one of the cubs he had fondled.

He called hopefully to the

animal. But it only snarled and showed sharp teeth. Zaba grew frightened and ran away.

Oh, how he wished he had never been so unkind to animals!

As he climbed higher on the mountain it became more dangerous, for it grew rocky near the top. It was difficult for him to keep his foot on the narrow path. He reached the top, tired and frightened. When his strength returned, he called to his teachers. But he received only his echo in answer. He called again and again. Each time it was only the hollow sound of his own voice that he heard.

“Jappa! Zarfa! Fari!” he shouted hoarsely. The wind caught the sound and carried it back to him mock’ngly,

Zaba listened to the crying wind. It seemed to be say:ng, “I want wisdom withcut the trouble of learning!

I want wisdom without the trouble of learning!” The wailing sound echoed and reechoed among the moun:ains. Zaba added his own cries to that of the wind. 3oon the atmosphere was Hied with the vibrations of he howling wind and the hysterical cries of the lost coy.

Zaba grew exhausted and ceased his wailing. He stood silently looking up at the noon. Then he began to study what would be the best way to retrace his steps As he grew calmer, his thinking became clearer. He realized that wisdom is attained only through learning the many lessons that nature has prepared for us. The boy also learned that wisdom came through learning how to adapt himself to his present environment and using his initiative to work his way out of his predicament.

Thus he learned the lesson of tolerance. He turned and saw a strange man before him. It was the captain of the dream-ship.

“O Wise One,” Zaba spoke humbly, “I have found The

Who patched and darned your little hose,

Sewed the buttons on your clothes,

Wiped mud and blood from off your nose?

Your mother.

Who dressed you up for Sabbath school,

Taught to you the Golden Rule;

In times of stress was calm and cool?

Your mother.

Who nursed you when you were so ill,

When ache and pain seemed sure to kill;

Who saved you by her skill —and will?

Your mother.

Land of Wisdom. It is not far away but here within my heart, and needed only my own unselfish thoughts to bring it into reality.”

“Your lessons have been well learned, indeed,” the Wise One spoke, kindly.

Zaba opened his lips to speak, but the stranger had disappeared.

The light of the moon grew brighter and showed a path down the mountain side.

He met the cubs on his way. Now they did not growl at him. They were again friends.

Then the flock of birds flapped their wings overhead. Zaba called to them and they answered him.

The boy walked slowly, deep in thought. What wonderful things he had learned in one short night! How much more was ahead for him to learn!

When he reached the foot of the mountain he found Jappa, Zarfa and Fari waiting for him. By the light in Zaba’s eyes, the tutors knew something strange and wonderful had happened on the mountain top. The boy did not deign to speak and they asked no questions. They knew that they would hear of his adventures in The Land of Wisdom on the morrow.

(The End)

THE FOOLISH RAINDROP

“When shall we fall tc earth?” the Little Raindrop t asked the Big Raindrop.

“Soon enough,” answered the Big Raindrop.

“What will happen to us after we reach the earth?”

“Oh, a lot of things. We shall water the thirsty earth. After a while we will flow into streams. Then into rivers. Then into the Big Ocean.”

“I don’t think I will like that,” the Little Raindrop said. “I like it up here, in the cloud. Would we see the pretty rainbow on earth?”

“If we look for it,” answered the Big Raindrop.

Soon the wind began to rise. It blew the cloud toward the aarth. The sun was hidden from view.

“How dark it is!” exclaimed the Little Raindrop.

“It is time for us to fall to earth,” said the Big Raindrop.

After a while the raindrops began to fall. They fell slowly at first; then they came down so fast it was a real shower.

“Don’t leave me!” the frightened Little Raindrop cried.

“Hurry—or you will become lost!” the Big Raindrop called, then dropped from the cloud.

“I am the only drop left in the cloud. Must I go to earth?” cried the Little Raindrop.

The wind tossed the cloud and the Little Raindrop fell to earth.. With a splash it fell on a rock.

“I wonder what the rest of the earth is like?” And with that the Little Raindrop began to make its way down the road. At first it was fun, rolling down the lane bordered with lovely green trees. And the flowers had exquisite perfumes.

“Where are you going?” a frog asked the Little Raindrop.

“I’m goin to see the world,” answered the Little Raindrop.

“I shall go with you,”

AUTUMN CLOUDS

Ever Changing,

Never still;

Clouds obey

The Infinite will.

Soft white blanket Of the sky Be my cover When I die.

From: Jasmine Petals A Book of Verse By Hasmick Vartabedian

the frog said. And together they went down the long road to see the world.

But soon the frog grew thirsty. He looked in vain for water to drink.

“I think I shall have to drink you,” the frog said to the Little Raindrop.

“Oh, no,” answered the Little Raindrop, and hid behind a large stone.

The frog hopped away.

“I must be more careful,” thought the Little Raindrop as it continued on its way to see the world.

“It would be safe in the cup of a flower,” thought the Little Raindrop. And then it made its way toward some flowers. But when it was safe within the flower’s cup, a bee came to sip the honey and the Little Raindrop had to fall to earth.

“Oh, I wish I had not wanted to see the world,” said the Little Raindrop aloud. “I wonder if the other raindrops have reached the Ocean safely.”

“I wül take you to the ocean,” said a voice from above.

“Who are you?” asked the Little Raindrop.

“I’m a robin,” answered the bird from the tree.

“Thank you!” The Little Raindrop was grateful. “How will you take me to the Ocean?”

“In my bill,” the robin said.

He flew down and picked the Little Raindrop ' up in his bill. But they did not go very far. When they reached the tree top the robin opened its bill and was about to put the Little