The Abilene Reporter-News (Abilene, Tex.), Vol. 75, No. 191, Ed. 1 Sunday, January 1, 1956 Page: 56 of 70
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I HE LETTER I received was written in large, shaky hand-
writing, which slanted across the page:
"Darling Unknown Friend, 1 will be 83 on the 4th of January
if 1 live that long. My heart goes out to you in your sorrow at
the loss of your son in his trouble. I think all mothers feel as
1 do. Don’t give up..." -----------------------------
This lady had heard my story America’s Bald Bogle
over her bedside radio and her
heart wept for me. My son was
one of the 23 soldiers who elected
to remain in Red China after the
American prisoners were repa-
triated in Korea. This letter is
just one of many hundreds I
have received from all over the
United State*—letters of sympa-
thy, encouragement," and com-
forcing assurance of God's mercy.
They come from rich and poor,
educated and almost illiterate.
The interest and concern of ‘
these unknown friends represents
to me the great throbbing
heart of America.— Mrs. O. L.
Batchelor, Kermit, Tex.
The above letter was written by the mother
of Cpl. Cleude Batchelor one of the 23
Americans who originally elected to stay
with. the Communists. Later, -he changed
his mind and came home He was court
martialed by the Army, and his sentence of
life imprisonment was reduced fe 2 years
at hard labor.— The Editors.
in some of our northern states, the snow,
drifts are knee deep. The air is still and
sharp end the cold silently steals in
around door jambs and loose window-
panes. But along with the discomforts of
the freezing snow and the slippery ice
is the joy of taking small children sled-
ding on white-blanketed country roods.
IPhoto by Fred H. Ragsdale from FPG.)
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I am the bald eagle—symbol of
America. I stand for freedom
and justice.
My sharp eyes have seen Wash-
ington at Valley Forge, the Gold
Rush of 1849, MacArthur at Ba-
taan. and the Uranium Rush of
1952. I have seen these and many’
more. My beak and claws have
preserved America's freedom.
Many have died that freedom
might reign in America. But the
millions of men and women who
have given their lives still live
today in the hearts of those who
understand our freedom.
It is hard to understand the
freedom of America unless you
are not free. But we can keep
America free by voting and by
working side by side.
So ends my story. But not
America's story. For the day will
come when freedom will stretch
Leonard S. Davidow. Publisher
Walter C. Dredwys. Associate Publisher
Melanie De Proft, Food Editor
William A. Fefter, Art Director
Associate Editors:
Robert Fitzgibbon Regi
Frank Robinson Jack
around the world under Ameri-
ca’s leadership. — John Charles
Baker (Age 12), Richmond, Va. .
Whet a Child Knows
As my granddaughter attempted
to take her first step, I watched
her trying to balance on her
plump little legs. To induce her
to walk two or three steps, I
held a brightly colored toy to-
ward her, but she kept trying to
make it on her own.
Finally, just to steady her, I
offered her my hand. Giving me
a sweet confident smile, she al-
lowed her warm little hand to
rest in mine while we walked.
I was ashamed as 1 realized
that my granddaughter, at nine
months, was" far wiser than I.
She knew that a helping hand
offered with love is more valu-
able than any material object—
no matter kewbright.—Ms: W.
J., Jr., New Smyrna Beach, Fla.
While Emptying the Garbage
One night, after a long day of
routine household chores, I felt
very tired—a tiredness in which
there was a tinge of self-pity.
WHAT I SEE FOR 19S AND BEYOND by Roger Ward Babson
SALUTE TO COURAGE by Peer J. Oppenheimer
HERE’S S.. ANOTHER YEAR (Recipes)
SILKS BRIGHTEN UP THE NEW YEAR by Allyn Rice
ARE YOU A LAZY PERSON? by Charles and Je«n Komaiko
JUNIOR TREASURE CHEST edited by Marjorie Barrows
PINT-SIZE CONVERTIBLES FOR PINT-SIZE DRIVERS
CASE OF THE INTANGIBLE CLUE by William T. Brannon
ACCESSORIES WORK DECORATING MAGIC by Ruth W. L
45——
The supper dishes were done and
my last kitchen duty was to take
the garbage out to the alley.
I stepped out into the dusk.
The air was rain-drenched and
the fragrance of honeysuckle was
intoxicating Suddenly,- I was
transported to my girlhood and
felt again the romance and mys-
tery of Spring. But as I emptied
the garbage, reality took hold of
me and my role of mature woman
made me chuckle All of the rap-
ture of youth, I thought, cou’d
never replace the abundance and
richness of bitter-sweet maturity.
The tension was gone, and I
felt thankful for the busy day
that had helped to make a happy
home — Mrs. W. G., Eldorado, Ark.
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subject of general interest. If we
print your letter, you will receive
$10. Letters must be signed, but
names will be withheld on re-
quest. We reserve the right to edit
contributions. Address Letters Ed-
itor, Family Weekly, 179 N. Mich-
igan Avenue, Chicago, 1, Illinois.
*.. THE WORLD turned and the
sky was dark.
And a man stood against it
and he raised his head into the
universe.
And he said:
Give me nothing, O Lord, for
I must earn my immortality.
But this I pray to You:
That I may profit from the
turning of my world, not in
what I own but in what I un-
That I may understand there
is more holiness in this, earth
and this sky than all the things
my hands may build.
And that there-is a holiness,
too, within my hands and with-
in this chalice of myself
That I may find the strength
of weakness toward other men
as I deny that weakness to my-
self. That I may know hatred
toward cruelty and toward in-
difference.
That I may be forgiven for
my intolerance of death
That I may comprehend dis-
interest and futility in the
my eyes can see. That I may
become blind, so that I see not
the shape of a man's face nor
its color. That I may be al-
lowed the vision which pene-
trates his heart. s
That I find vanity in a new
- pride in living and the things
, which create beauty.
____________That there may be created in
me a lack of charity, so that I
will not shout aloud my be-
neficence but find rather that
the giving is only of myself.
That I seek selfishness by its
reflection in the happiness I
bring to others.
And the man said:
Amen.
And around him the earth
trembled and above him a
cloud wept across his upturned
face And wrote upon it:
My son. My son.
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