Tárogató, 1940-1941 (3. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1940-11-01 / 5. szám
TÁROGATÓ 16 dián has been asked to donate the pelt of a fur-bearing animal, even if only a squirrel or a weasel. The furs collected in this manner will be sold to the traders, and the proceeds turned over to the Red Cross. Worth Doing Well By L. W. J. Croydon Many years ago a young lad of Dunfermline, Scotland, was taught the maxim, “A thing worth doing, is worth doing well,” and he has lived to prove the truth of it. While still quite young this lad, James Simpson by name, was apprenticed to a watchmaker, who taught him to do a good job, and to be proud of it. As Jimmy became more expert the job of cleaning a valuable watch, two hundred years old, was entrusted to him. The work completed, James wrote his name on a slip of paper, enclosing the latter in one of the many cases of the watch. Many years later, when James had acquired a business of his own, the same chronometer was brought in for cleaning. He found his original slip inside, showing that he had cleaned the watch in 1878, so he added to it the words, “Cleaned again by James Simpson, 1929.” He learned that the watch had been in the possession of an American family living in New York. Now the watch has once more travelled across the Atlantic to be again cleaned by the same excellent workman, James Simpson. The Truth About Alcohol Doctor Lorenz, the eminent European surgeon, declined wine at a banquet in his honor at New York. Asked if he were a total abstainer, Dr. Lorenz replied: “I cannot say that I am a temperance agitator, but I am a surgeon. My success depends upon my brain being clear, my muscles firm, and my nerves steady. No one can take alcoholic liquors without blunting these physical powers which I must always keep on edge. As a surgeon I must not drink.” —from “Onward.” Song of Gardens By Floris Clark McLaren Turn the soil and plant a seed; Sky above and earth below Help the gardener in his need; Rains that fall and winds that blow, Little leaves unfolding slow, Promise of the summer bring To all who dig and spade and sow In a garden in the spring. Prune the shrub and pluck the weed, Trellis-tall the vines must go; Even he who runs may read What’s writ in ordered bed and row. Those who make a garden know That the summer’s blossoming Lies beneath their rake and hoe In a garden in the spring. —from “Canadian Girl” The Justice of Britain In 1917, an Englishman travelling in Persia heard many expressions of view from the pilgrims in the caravan with which he was journeying. One night one said, in discussing the war, “The British will be beaten and the Turks will be free.” Another said, “If the Turk is beaten there will be an end of all courage in the world.” Another remarked, “If the Germans are beaten, there will be an end of all science.” And a third spoke up, “If the English are beaten, there is an end of all justice.” The Anglo-Saxons are not perfect, but there is in them a love of justice which has won the admiration of the world. It is no small thing to have a love of justice which is national. Probably we owe much of it to the teaching of the man called Jesus. There never was a better friend to the oppressed and the poor. —from “Onward.” “Learning to Live Together” “The representatives of thirty or more nations enter our doors. To all of them we say, ‘Let us sit down together and try to understand each other’s problems and each other’s needs. Let us get rid of our prejudices and antagonisms. Let us see the wisdom of learning to live together and to appreciate each
