Be it food, or the pleasures of kings.
Our living room is their "gym." -
How can the house look neat and trim?
We parents would long for the tumult again,
Our daughter hates oatmeal, and civics, and milk,
And longs for the exotic things -
A dash of paprika on her bill of fare,
But suppose she went dancing - no whine on her lips -
Right out of our lives evermore,
Remorse would be ours for the good things she missed,
And the dullness that makes life a bore.
So, bring on your tumult and laughter, my boys;
We welcome you, just as you are.
And when our ship comes - slow, but sure - into port,
May it bring you, Estelle, caviar.
Have any of you seen moving pictures of devastated China? These pictures are taken, or at least assembled and exhibited by the American Committee for Relief in China. Truly, we, as a people, know nothing about being utterly homeless, hungry, and ill. That pitiful trek of the refugees, with the few belongings that they were able to carry on their backs, just makes you sick with pity. 40,000,000 homeless! The aim of this relief organization is to build huts and clothe and feed 1,000,000 a month. That is a big order. I came away from church this morning feeling that our few pence were nothing in that maelstrom of misery. But, oh, the gratitude for a warm home, and a full dinner pot (if it was only shank of beef, carrots, onions, and potatoes). Only a few of us can go to China. But, oh, the endless good we can do as American citizens. To me the big word is PREVENTION. Prevention of war, prevention of crime, prevention of sensational movies, prevention of immoral publications, prevention of parenthood among degenerates, prevention of a child being born into a home of misery and futility. There is unceasing work for us to do right here. ****
May I close on a happy note? First of all, apropos of nothing at all, let me say that I enjoy the household hints in the Saltsburg Press more than any other paper. I have started to save them. May I contribute a small household hint? I'm sure hundreds of others have hit upon it, or else a better one; but at any rate, I didn't steal this idea. My size 8 thimble is too large, and size 7 is too small; so I put a small strip of adhesive tape inside the larger one. (It took me 40 years to think that up; hope it helps someone). Charlie came home from school, and asked, "Mother, what is a mirage?" So mother began an elaborate explanation. (The less you know about a subject, the more elaborate the explanation). He stopped me. "I'll tell you. It's the place where 'the little man who wasn't there' parks his car." That's what they learn in these city schools.
Florence B. Taylor
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