Tárogató, 1945-1946 (8. évfolyam, 1-7. szám)
1946-01-01 / 7. szám
TÁROGATÓ 13 THE NEW YEAR The New Year brings different messages to different messages to different people. To one it may be of uncertainty. “Comes the New Year, its hope, its fear: What doth it hold, ashes or gold? What visions unfold? Of time shall they be, or eternity?” Some aged people may be saying — “Old friends, like a felled forest, In memory but remain; The years have left me standing A lone tree on the plain.” leader in all sorts of mischief—wore no coat. A bitter northeast wind was blowing, and the little fellow, looking very cold and blue, was turning somersaults to keep himself warm. The gentleman asked Johnnie where his coat was, but received no reply. He repeated the question, but the only answer was another somersault. Then he asked a small girl, ‘‘Where is Johnnie’s coat?” She jerked her thumb towards the baker’s doorstep, where a little crippled girl was comfortably ensconced. “Thon’s it wee Jeanie’s sittin’ on!” she said. He was only a little ragged street boy, but he was one of the world’s most perfect gentleman. For, all unwittingly, he had learned the great truth that Jesus taught—“By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another.” —Explorer. HUMILITY! If, however, we believe in “the God of hope”, we may, with Paul cherish an optimistic spirit of “joy and peace in believing”; even if life has its barren features, that there lies beyond “Eternity’s far more productive years.” Yet surely none of us have exhausted the possibilities of this life, especially the youthful readers. This year should be the best year thus far for us in this present life. “Shall we the passing years deplore, Chant the old dirge of ‘Nevermore’? As Time’s swift river onward flows, So Life the deeper, grander grows.” —Onward. A TRUE STORY It is a true story, and the incident happened in the city of Dundee in Scotland. One bitter Sunday morning in January, a gentleman was going to an early meeting. On his way he passed a certain baker’s shop in rather a poor part of the city. This baker was a kind man, and on Sunday morning he gave away to the poor children of the district the stale bread that was left over on Saturday night. When General Eisenhower received the freedom of London, he said: ‘Humility must always be the portion of any man who receives acclaim earned in the blood of his followers and the sacrifices of his friends. Conceivably a commander may have been professionally superior. He may have given everything of his heart and mind to meet the spiritual and physical needs of his comrades. He may have written a chapter that will flow for ever in the pages of military history. Still, even such a man, if he existed, would sadly face the facts that his honours cannot hide in his memories the crosses marking the resting places of the dead. The only attitude in which a commander may with satisfaction receive the tributes of his friends, is in humble acknowledgement that no matter how unworthy he may be, his position is a symbol of great human forces that have laboured arduously and successfully for a righteous cause. If all the Alied men and women that have served with me in this war can only know that it is they that you are really honouring today, then indeed will I be content.’ —United Churchman. ALBERTA HARD COAL When the gentleman passed along, the children were waiting outside the shop till it should open. Among them he saw some boys and girls belonging to his Sunday School class. He noticed that one small boy usually a ringThe company behind the campaign to develop and spread the wider use throughout Canada of Alberta’s hard coal has been advised by the greatest engineering skill available according to Mervin Brown, Chairman of OUR ENGLISH SECTION.
