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And what you will be boiling
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Whoever dreamed you’d ever
Help out some bombing plane!!!
III.
Flatiron so prosaic—
To war you’ll now make
tracks—
The shirts that you will iron
Will be on Axis backs;
You now join freedom’s battle—
I know you’ve got the stuff;
Henceforth no one will tell you
You are not HOT ENOUGH!
IV.
Old iron bed, get ready!
You’re just a fine antique
But here’s your chance, old timer,
If you some glamour seek;
This job is down your alley—
A rendezvous you’ll keep:
In some new form and model
You’ll put some Japs to sleep.
V.
Come rake, come hoe, come shovel!
The Axis you must mace;
And you will look so pretty
Smack in the Fuehrer’s face.
Lawnmower, long you’ve served
me,
But fighting is the style
So go and clip the Jappies
On distant Kiska Isle!
VI.
And, iron fence so ancient,
Around the old estate:
At you I blow the bugle—
And you won’t hesitate;
You merely kept out chickens—
Now in the war perhaps
You’ll keep out Nazi madmen
And keep out wild-eyed Japs.
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lying face down in the fresh, deep
grass now, biting a blade thought-
fully; he looked up at her. The sun
was sinking. Below the hill where
Cherry and Kelly were sitting were
the lake and the college buildings
and beyond them the roofs of Palo
Alto.
“No, I hadn’t said a word about
the judge, but I had said ‘your
son’ and Amy heard that!” Cherry
answered. “That’s the whole trou-
ble! That old fiend—that old inquisi-
tioner—had told me that if I didn’t
break off my friendship with Amy,
she’d tell everyone who I was—who
I am, and I said that would mean
her son was in it too!”
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her family reputation much?” Kelly
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You’ve found a better job—
To help a valiant doughboy
Or airman or a gob;
You’ve been a kind protector
In many a little wreck,
But you'll seem even better
Wrapped ’round an Axis neck!
VIII.
Farewell, perambulator!
You’ve been our joy and pride
But soon you will be taking
Some adults for a ride;
It seems that I can vision
(Oh, how my fancy spins!)
Adolf and Tojo in you—
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than once the others, smiled to hear And you think you can g0, on
her ringing laughter. with your college work, be asked
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Oh, Kelly, she said ingenuous- history is known?” the older woman
ly when they were back beside the demanded, rising: "You think that
file again, it s such glorious fun Amy will continue to think you the
here. Why can t we all stay here most charming friend in the 'world
always! once she knows that you are her
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THE STORY SO FAR: Charlotte
(Cherry) Rawlings, an orphan at Saint
Dorothea’s convent school since she was
seven, knows almost nothing of her early
history but has gradually realized that
like other girls at the school she has no
family. She questions whether she has
the right to her father’s name. Judge
Judson Marshbanks and Emma Haskell,
housekeeper for wealthy Mrs. Porteous
Porter in San Francisco are her guard-
ians. When Cherry is twenty Emma
gets her a secretarial job with Mrs. Por-
ter but goes first to the Marshbanks
mansion, meeting the judge’s young wife,
Fran, and his rich niece, Amy, daughter
of his brother Fred, now dead. Life at
Mrs. Porter’s becomes monotonous, and
Cherry is thrilled when Kelly Coates, an
artist, sends her a box of candy. She
is jealous when he brings Fran to a party
at Mrs. Porter’s. Emma tells Cherry
that her sister Charlotte was Cherry’s
mother. Kelly takes Cherry along so
Fran can visit his studio and Cherry -
senses that he is very much in love with
Fran, but soon he tells Cherry despond-
ently that Fran has promised the judge
she will not see him any more. Mrs.
Porter dies, leaving Cherry $1,500 and
she learns from Marshbanks that his
brother, Fred, who was Amy’s father,
was also her father. Cherry, much de-
pressed, phones Kelly, who takes her to
his stndio and comforts her. They agree
to cheer each other up. She decides to
-go to Stanford University and the judge
suggests she live at Palo Alto with a
Mrs. Pringle. As Fran is driving her
there, Fran says, “Cherry, I wonder if
you will do something for me.”
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again into the fog!”
“We’ll give you girls the bed-
room,” Kelly arranged it, “and we
can go over to the studio and bunk
there.”
“Oh, no!” Cherry turned a fire-
flushed face toward the room. “I
was only fooling. I have to be at
Judge Marshbanks’ for dinner.”
“We have to go. We’ll take you
over,” said little Mrs. Wilcox.
“No. I’m responsible,” Kelly told
them. “I brought her here and I’ll
see that she gets back safely.”
Cherry leaned against the
rough homespun shoulder of Kel-
ly’s coat and listened dreamily
although this talk was mostly
about Fran.
She was deliciously tired after the
long day in the open air. She thought
how she loved him, and how proud
she would be to belong here, in the
front seat of his car, resting against
him.
They reached the Marshbanks
house only too soon for her, and she
. said good night and ran up the steps.
Cherry fovnd a comfortable robe,
slippers and a nightgown laid out for
her. She was anticipating the com-
fort of an hour’s rest and reading
before Amy arrived when there was
a knock at her door.
A little puzzled, she said “Come
in,” her heart leaping, with irration-
al terror when the invitation was
accepted by old Mrs. Marshbanks,
the formidable woman who was her
grandmother and Amy’s.
“I hoped I’d find you alone, Miss
Rawlings. I wanted to speak to
you,” Dora Marshbanks said. She
advanced to a deep chair, seated
herself and by a slight inclination
of her head indicated that Cherry
was also to be seated.
“I don’t know whether you know,”
the older woman began, with a
steady look, “how definitely I object
to your presence in this house. You
should know, for I’ve asked my son
to speak to you of it but I have
no idea that he has carried out mv
wishes up to this time.”
For a few seconds the vords die
not seem to make sense to Cherry;
their shocking import reached her,
in all its deadly simplicity and she
felt her throat thicken and her hands
grow cold.
“Or has he done so?” demanded
Mrs. Marshbanks.
“He—he—No,” was all Cherry
could feebly stammer.
“I thought he hadn’t. I thought
even the least sensitive person would
hardly come here after any sugges-
tion from him. I am no longer the
mistress of this house,” said the old
lady, in a sort of cold passion, “but
I am not a cipher yet! I am asking
you civilly not to make it a habit
to come here.”
Cherry sat staring at her in a
fascinated horror of silence.
“You know your own history,”
said the inflexible voice. “You know
why your presence here is an—an
insult to decency and to me. I bit-
terly regret the—circumstances that
have given you what you seem to
consider a right to regard yourself
as a daughter of the house!”
“I am a daughter of the house!”
Cherry answered, her own words
surprising her as much as they could
possibly have surprised her compan-
ion.
“How dare you say that!” Mrs.
Marshbanks said sharply. “You
have absolutely no claim. You have
been well established in life; you
are being cared for now. Be care-
ful that you don’t lose even what
you have!”
“I am not afraid of losing it, and
I am not afraid of you!” said Cher-
ry, at white heat. “I will come to
this house as long as Amy and Fran
and the judge want me! I wish you
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AIR WARDEN
He waketh at the witching hour,
He cometh in the night.
And gentle vigil keepeth with
“Put out that gosh darned light!”
—Richard Spahn.
♦ * *
“I understand,” says Pier,
“that Elmer Twitchell is in an
awful dither over not being able
to get into his home to gather up
the scrap he had accumulated
there because of having turned
in all his house keys in connec-
tion with the drive for old keys.”
♦ * *
MEATLESS DAY REACTIONS
Meat on Monday? No can touch;
Sunday I eat far too much.
* * *
Tuesday meatless? I’ll be quiet—
That day I’m still on a diet.
“She brought me down to the Prin-
gles’ to make arrangements and
things. That was on Thursday, two
weeks ago.”
“I didn’t know Fran was there!”
He was honestly astonished. “Did
she come to see Alice Rasmussen?”
“Well, maybe she didn’t.” Again
Cherry must stand corrected about
Fran. Instantly the solution oc-
curred to her. Fran had learned in
some way that Kelly was there, that
by an extraordinary accident he was
the Rasmussens’ guest. And she had
determined to avoid him.
Perhaps she had made her other
call first and someone there had
happened to mention him. What-
ever she had done, Cherry knew she
could believe Kelly now, for his con-
sternation at the thought of her hav-
ing been so near and his having
missed her was unmistakably gen-
uine.
This might be her chance to speak
to him of Fran.
“Maybe she didn’t want to see
you, Kelly. Maybe she thought it
would be no use,” she offered tim-
idly.
“I haven’t any illusions as to its
being any use, if by ‘it’ you mean
my feeling for her,” he answered
decisively, almost savagely, and
there was a silence. After a mo-
ment or two he said that he was sor-
ry to be so rude, and they talked
by rather awkward degrees of other
things until they were at ease again.
But the 'morning’s gala mood was
hard to recapture, and Cherry felt
something lacking in the beginning
of the day. The bridge and the
Sausalito hills were wreathed- and
buried in fog; the picnic turned it-
self into a house party. Three or
four friends had been asked to lunch
with Kelly, all bringing picnic con-
tributions far more suited to- the
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risk that. I think you’ll realize that
only you can keep your own people
from being disgraced in the eyes of
the world. Your own father and your
mother too, you know.”
“Your own son!” cried Cherry.
“What about Fran’s own son?”
Amy asked, coming in from her
room, tired and cold and blown after
her long ride. “What’s Uncle Jud
done? Why, what’s ...” She looked
in amazement and concern from one
face to the other. “What is it?”
she asked. “What were you saying
about Uncle Jud?”
There was a silence while the
three looked at one another. It
seemed to Cherry to last for a long,
long time.
“There we stood like statues,”
Cherry said, telling Kelly about it a
few weeks later, “until I thought we
must all be frozen! Amy knew some-
thing was horribly wrong, and she
kept asking ‘What is it? What is it?’
and old Mrs. Marshbanks was sort
of panting, and she wouldn’t say
anything, and I couldn’t. And final-
“Mother, I didn’t know Miss Rawl-
ings was here! How do you do? Are
you hungry? What could I offer
you?” said George Pringle.
“How were you ex-es?” asked the
mother.
“Repulsive,” said Rebecca Prin-
gle calmly. Cherry laughed and Re-
becca smiled at Cherry and they
immediately liked each other. “It
was all stuff he’d never dreamed of
mentioning to us before,” said Re-
becca. “But I think I hit some of
it. You’ve been up to school?” she
asked the visitor. “You haven’t?
Then I’ll tell you what we’ll do;
we’ll take a run up there now, and
1’11 show you ’round—”
“Oh, but you’re tired! I wouldn’t
think—”
“I’d love it,” Rebecca, whose
manner was goddesslike in its se-
renities, said- pleasantly. She and
Cherry went out to a battered open
two-seater at the gate and were im-
mediately engulfed in a town full of
small cars from which students dan-
gled hilariously.
The college buildings were set in
long cloisters and flower-edged
lawns. When they stopped at the
co-operative store, boys swarmed
about the car and Rebecca intro-
duced them, and Cherry could talk
of classes she wanted to visit and of
coaching in a group that was thor-
oughly absorbed in the same inter-
ests.
Altogether when they went back
to the Pringle house and sat on the
steps in real small-town fashion,
Cherry was half intoxicated with
happiness and anticipation, and felt
that of all the changing phases of
her life this one promised her the
most contentment and the most to
which to look forward.
She had telephoned Kelly only
once in her life; she thought she
might telephone him legitimately to-
night, making an appointment to tell
him of her good fortune. Although
she put in the call immediately
upon reaching home and waited for
it until ten o’clock, the number was
reported as not answering, and
somewhat chilled, she abandoned
the idea.
However, two weeks later when
Easter vacations were over and she
was conscientiously visiting classes,
and studying dutifully with a coach
who had been recommended, she
had a telegram from him that sent
her spirits to the skies.
“Coming home from Carmel Sun-
day morning. Can I pick you up
for picnic at Topcoate at about ten?
Love, Kelly,” read the message.
Cherry could not answer it but she
was ready and waiting when he
stopped the battered old car at the
gate, and when she settled herself
beside him she would not have
changed places with any woman in
the world.
“Goody!” she said.
“Why ‘goody?’ ”
“Because you’re alone.”
“Who’d you think I was bringing?”
“No one special. But it’s more
fun to be alone.”
“I’ve been a little too much
alone,” he said. “I came down for
the Rasmussen wedding, and then
went on to Carmel and painted cy-
presses and rocks.”
“When—” She felt a prick of sick
premonition. “When was the Ras-
mussen wedding?” she asked, with a
slight quiver in her voice.
“Two weeks ago—two weeks ago
Wednesday. Alice Rasmussen is the
closest friend I have, you know.
She’s a peach. It was a small home
affair; no fuss. Her brother must be
fifty and the bride looked about
that, and Stan wanted me for his
best man. So I stayed there a couple
of days—I was bluer than indigo
anyway—and then went on down to
Carmel.”
“Then you saw Fran,” Cherry
stated rather than asked, with the
bright day going dark about her.
“Fran?” His amazed eyes gave
her a side glance. “How d’you
mean?’
*ans School Lesson
/ioe Ee” By HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST, D. D.
"F• • Of The Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.
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The religious life of the home is a
determining factor in the life of the
child, for it is in the home that the
child’s whole existence centers and
from which he receives the repeated
impressions, day by day, which de-
termine character and destiny. Then
too, it is in the home that the par-
ent has the opportunity to demon-
strate the reality of the faith pro-
fessed in the church and to show
the child that Christianity really
counts in the ordinary experiences
of life.
1. By Recognizing God’s Word
(Deut. 6:4-9).
Twice a day the orthodox Jew re-
peated the -words of verses 4 and 5,
“the Shema,” in his time of prayer,
morning and night. It was the
foundation of his faith, declaring the
oneness of God in a world of many
heathen gods, and calling for com-
plete and absolute devotion to Him.
But it was not enough that these
words should be repeated in the
service, they were to be taught with
all diligence to the children and to
be a normal and natural part of their
daily conversation.
Here is a matter of great signifi-
cance to us. The faith which we
profess in the church must be effec-
tively brought into the home. It is
not enough to carry a Bible on Sun-
day, it should be in use in the
home throughout the week; not only
in family worship, but in the inci-
dentals of daily life.
The family altar has gradually
disappeared, and it is regrettable
that it has, for the testimony of gen-
erations indicates that in family
worship some of the most useful
men and women of all ages have re-
ceived the direction of life which
made them great for God.
Let us not readily assume that it
is not possible for us to have a fam-
ily altar simply because of the dif-
ficulties of time, place, etc. But if
we cannot have such worship regu-
larly, let us show our children that
we have a real interest by reading
our Bibles, by sharing some bless-
ing found therein with them, and by
making prayer the natural thing in
the home at all times, not just in
hours of trial or adversity. Let us
recognize God’s Word in our family
life.
II. By Remembering God’s Bless-
ing (Deut. 6:20-25).
The nation that forgets its past
will have no future worth remem-
bering. The Israelites were to re-
call that the glorious history of
God’s loving kindness toward them
bore testimony to the truth of His
Word and to the faithfulness with
which He had kept them. Their
young people would thus be encour-
aged to trust God for the future.
“Hitherto the Lord hath helped,”
means that henceforth we may
count on Him.
In every nation there are those
occasions of history where only God
could deliver—and He did. The rec-
ollection of such events in a way
which will give the glory to God
rather than to man will strengthen
faith and cause men to look to God
in the hour of need, and to thank
Him in the day of victory.
In.the family too, we should culti-
vate the sacred memories of God’s
deliverance, of His blessing, of the
joy of His fellowship in bright as
well as threatening moments. Chil-
dren who hear such matters grate-
fully rehearsed in the home have
an effective anchor in a time of
storm.
III. By Continuing in God’s Grace
(II Tim. 3:14, 15).
That which we learn of Christ and
of God’s Word is to be translated :
into living for Christ. The experi- i
ences of grace and the remem-
brance of God’s blessing of child-
hood are not for that period of life
alone but for a continuing in God’s
grace. This carries our thought a
bit beyond the responsibility of the
parent to provide the proper sur-
roundings and training, and stresses
the duty of the child to apply, per-
fect, and continue that experience
of Christian truth and testimony.
Too many careless individuals,
who because of the desires of their
own wicked hearts have abandoned
the church and the Book, blame it
on the parents. “They were too
strict. We had to go to church too
much. They made me go to Sunday
school”—such are their excuses. Of
course, we know that they are only
excuses, not reasons. They are the
refuge of the hypocrite who is not
willing to face his own terrible re-
sponsibility.
The obligation is on each one of us
to continue in the things we have
learned, and if we do not, the judg-
ment must come upon us. If we
do, salvation and blessing will come
to us, and we in turn will pass it
on to others.
May this lesson turn many an
American home back to God’s way
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