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mm '0. IOWUNG BAU - When tho Gov-land Pops Orchestra rocontly performed Ford. Croft's "Hudson River Sum." tho noodod sound affects to gimula'o the "thundtrr" 'UP' pond to bo caused by Rip Van Winkle's dwarfs bowling in tho mountains. So what more apropos doxico, than a bowling ball and tomoono to roll it? Gladys Shaofor, above, gets in practice as the more conventional members of the orchestra go about their business. Special instrument wore prepared so alady: could follow her was NEW DAt,'turrER-IN-LAw TELLS A HAPPY TALE "Please print this Anne Rust." the joyful girl writes, "to show your readers that all mothers- in-law are not like those they wrste you about. Instead of the forlorn rental of marital woes that usually starts this column, today I quote from I bride's pawn to a mother-in-law whose under- standing presents a pattern that others could well follow, "My new husband earns I small salary, so his mother offered us her upper floor until we get a place of our own. She Idded a bath and kitchenette, and we have private lock on our door. We live in such seclu- sion that sometimes I feel em- barrassed. Our privacy is com- plete. She never comes up with- out telephoning first; she goes marketing with me only when I ask her. and never advises what to buy nor tells me how her son likes things cooked. She is more like an old friend than an in- law. "Our friends run in and out us they like and. though some- times they stay late. she never lets 0!. that she knows it. If she bds we expect company, I cake out ot her oven appears, or I tray of assorted sandwiches; the never joins us unless we especially invite her. We all go to the same church, and when my husband wants a round of golf early, she never says a word. There are things we don't agree about. of course, and by consent we don't discuss them. Her son worships her. and I Am beginning to. "orreetioiis planted on ea we pinem pm. My Rem-Ate, mm perfect law n' It Dim-v9 It you'. Printed Pnlwm 4M4 ll, ~l'~ 831.93 I2, H Hi. 18, 20: 40. SW no takes SN, yards 35-mrh -rnakes sewing a ('Inrh' DrPamy ltyle. this ,hrrtwursl (luv and what ourlsl t,e. pull“: ”mu " lummm lihlllul» ul "lt' \mlr 1rt we pitta-n pm. Easy-mane. accurate, Imus perfect fit F Send nun-mil cum (stamp cannot be aecepted, me win] not! for may) for thin mum. Print, phinly Ml. i -,j,S!j!')j,l'?idjillil?E,!t' l cy was" the daughter of par- Our new PRINTED PATTERN PRINTED PATTERN NEW PRINTED PATTERN EASIER - FASTER MORE ACCURATE .illo IIII!‘ on each Us " In: ems who got a divorce. and now I often tiunk it my mother had been like her, they wouldn't have. "My husband and I have our, differences, too, but we've al-y ways had too much respect for each other to let it come to a quarrel. Persaps this is Just a continued honeymoon phase [ and our marriage may descend I to such things later, but I don't; believe it. Since I've known hisl mother, I see why he is so sweet 1 and thoughtful. I am happier) than I ever dreamed of, and all! I want is to deserve it. My t.ey concern is that when we can afford a place of our own, I won't want to go!" l . TO “HUMBLE": A mother-' . m-law like yours brings out; . the best in everyone who), . knows her. She understands:, . how precious one's privacy is,, . so she minds her own affairs} . and just stands by it you need i . her. How fortunate you are,l, . and how wise to be humble!, . She has her reward too, in: . your appreciation and grow- ' ing devotion. "Dear Anne Hirst: Since my freshman year I've like a boy very much. This year we'll both be seniors. He has never dated me. and twice backed out at the last minute trom going to girl- and-boy dances with me. But I can't forget him. and when- ever I see him (which is sel- doth), 7 like him more. BOY PROBLEM “Another boy has been fairly interested in me this summer, but whenever another girl comes along, he turns his at- tention to her. He is very popu- lar, and I like him a lot. I see him almost daily, since he is a lifeguard at the pool where I swim. t've never dated him. "A third boy has been dat- ing inc, but I wouldn't want him a: a boy friend. I know) he's (10ng to ask me to go steady: how can I refuse with-, out hurting his feelings? He p,ets too familiar. “I don't know what to do about the first two, and I res- pect your opinion. I know one girl whom you have helped very nuch. Thank you. MIXED-UP TEEN-AGM" I Drive With Care Let us both hope that pos- sessive mothers-in-law read- ing your tribute today will; resolve to cut the silver cord) and let their sons and wivsel live their own lives, too. Howl splendid their reward would " you have faced problems like those that appear here. tell Anne “in! how you solved them. other readers will up- predate shnring your experi- ence. Write Anne Bir.qt It not I. 123 Elghtmth St. New Tor- onto, Ont At a tltior, In”! tlt Pam “hm" le-(ldllx'n Fldllklvll WM uns' of NW d|=hngnuhpd gum”, the Arhe Rnxnal n-kod "What kll‘d of man drsttrs we tttp mort mor' A man should read jot n in- clination load: hint, tor whit he reads as I "ask will do him lit- tlo gov-J -_ Samuel Johnsnn - Flanklm autumn! "A Imm- <ome mun on a umv any who does not know how co rend." Your experience with these boy, IS characteristic of teem age 'nendships. You will be ima" (and avoid disappoint- nwn.) If mu do not take any or the lads seriously. Never forum that the initiative be- lung-\- 1.) the male svx. and they v1rll run like everything If a (zul asmmps it To]! the third boy you don't approve of going steady with ammw and avoid being alone wnh him hereafter. Snarr your dates as they r-nmo. for that is the best way In learn how to any young "mu ulthout gelling pam- Iulh' involved. Ionnlc sealant! Como: With Us Our "ems: was over. We had already In.) good-by to Peter'. tunily. Now the time had come to "t good-tty to Scotllnd. b; we would be T/tri again Some time later, while MisslI the wistful ruin that is Melrose Minton watched him, Mr. Peri-i Abbey, with the fragile laceworklwmkle drew one by one fromi inf its Crown of Thorns window,,their green baize wrappings ‘open to the wind and the rain/heavy silver tea services, entree is cobwebby traceries silhouetrdishes, cake Stands. cutlery, wine ited against a darkening sky. ‘coolers, fruit dishes, cream and ' We would not soon forget thegcoffec Jugs. heavy, solid and jjewel-like setting of Dryburghiredolent of a bygone age when iAbbey. with its yew trees aridithere was leisure in the world 'hawthorne hedges, or that per-land no servant problem. ifect moment when two wee Jas-, "Beautiful stuff . . J' the old 'Sies asked us the time of day:jeweller murmured reverently. :and then disappeared like, "I hate to part with it," said frightened deer toward tt co.t-':Miss Minton, "but it will never tage among the tpees, troribe used now, I'm afraid. And which smoke curled lazily up- when I received this simply ‘ward; . . . or the beautiful cyl- wonderful chance to buy the cot- per beeches, the rose. trees. pink I tage in Devon I've always want- led yellow and Wm"; the del'led," she went on, N decided that ie, iniums of an intense, heaven- 'the silver must go to help pay ily blue. imr it" Peter and I stood on the deck of the Tr.nsytvtutia, anchored in the Clyde, our elbows on the rail, watching twilight thrust- ing her lengthening fingers into the lanes and streets of Glu- gow-town. But our thoughts were tar awaywup wild glen: to the north, down pleasant countryside: to the south, sort- ing out a hundred memories, mentally packing 'them into neat bundles to store in mind and heart. . . . Memories are riches, and we had great riches in store-the memory of Oban, where we ate fish and chips on a red-checked tablecloth, where we lingered long over the woolen: for sale, soft as a baby's cheek to the finger tips; Oban, where the sea air was cold sharp with the pungency of salt spray and the romance of the Western Isles Just over the tumbling horizon; Oban, where the lone. piper on the Esplanade Issued an invita- tion hard to resist . . . How could we ever forget the magic of "the bonnie. bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond" where I had stooped to pick up a pocketful of smooth milk-white pebbles, in an effort to, carry some magic away With me; or the banks of the River Tay and the River Tummel, Inverurie, Pitochry, Drumlithie -- places whose very names were music? On some distant night on a far-off shore, we would unpack and dust off these memories, and find them untarnished by the years. Once again we would be standing on a swinging bridge m Inverness, watching the sun sinking in a soft glow of Turnerian colors behind the chimney tops, turning the River Ness into a painter's palette. And in the distance we would hear again a woman's deep- thronted laughter and the haunt- ing strains of the bagpipes. I And I knew that already Peter had left Scotland behind land was thinking of the.new [reponsibilities that a w a it e d him in the city of Wilmington. 1~From "A Man Called Peter," jby Catherine Marshall. -1 would remember inconse- quential things. like hotel cor- ridors. . . . Suddenly someone took me firmly by the arm, and a fami- liar voice with a burr to the "r's" said, "Come on. Kate, you've dreamed long enough. Let's go below and unpack...." Whistling Is A Dying Art Listen for a moment; Is any- body whistling near you? Pro- bably not. Despite the popular- ity of wolf whistles, most people have been whsitlinq less since the war. says an expert. His researches in Britain and on the Continent suggest that really tuneful whistling is rap- idlv becoming a dying art. That's a pity because many medical men ~my ttiat whistling improves both health and temper. Whistling IS also a pretty sure guide to the state of onc's rierves. A nervy, run-down per- son can rarely produce a sus- )ained whistle. One London doctor who romgmzcs this sometimes mystifies this women pauente who complain of "ner.. ves" by asking them to whxstlr. In 1923 a Frenchman named FY. the sake of the home- maker. family meals should Be made "ner It you cook the (amily meals, pamper yourself. Do as much of the cooking as possible In the early morning hours Plan easy and nourish- ing meals that are high m tuvor appeal but low on last-minute time in the kitchen Plan for easy service. loo Try a simple buffet with ind-Vidual trays. Dom. one ot these “mm This Berviee ll particularly mum-bk- to outdoor eating Plenty or med chicken in " toasty coming ttt enriched. yuan-raised brcittt (numb! “In! union btttlvr roll" “mm-n- uul Bur-mun amulnlnu Aha lush Inn". in .munmm mu, make a reins-Mm: rttlatl In dvUert for 'l'" rar,v-on-ihv-crrok mral Homemaker Owes Herself Some Pampering " the man In yum Mr taunt-.- human]! as an outdoor who! thr, lhncken ream Is mnporh as cooked on an outdoor gull French-Ml Chicken " mm) ttix sum ertrirttetf yous!- ratged bro“. I on. 2 lawn-moons milk. I “Mt-spoon snYM nil. a morn-n pans (his and br-tel h. toaspmn snli. mmh n! PO' pm '4 our» "mu dun! r Trim BY DOROTHY MADDOX t I [mm vrrv dry Maul 71.1% hr l "No, you idiot. Miss Minton) is going to sell us her family? ‘silver. It has been lying in thisl (bank vaults ever since herd ‘mother died. Nip up now and} jgive the bank messenger a hand) lwith it. She's on her way here', herself," l "Two's A Pair And Should Be Together" WINTER IN AUGUST - Tunbridgo, England. “parlance: a touch of winter In the hot wmmor month of August. A hook hail norm had residents in snow boots shoveling their walks door of the cold, wet stuff. Tho hail storm, followed by hcavy rains, caused flooding and Mhor damage. . A Complete Story by A. Cecil Bampshln Mr. Periwinkle put down the telephone and called to his nephew "trom his office at the back of the shop. The old jewel- ler was smiling broadly and rub- bing his hands. "George!" he ex- claimed. "Guess what has hap- pened?" George paused in his task of cleaning a silver candlestick. "Someone's invented a polish that doesn't rub off?" l "Yes, I am giving up' my flat las soon as arrangements to take lover the cottage are completed. " shall be glad to leave the ‘smoky old town. Do - do you lthink these are worth much?" ‘she asked hesitantly. "They lmust be quite old, but after all, ‘no one seems to use silver like lthis any more." "Beautiful stuff . . l" the old Jeweller murmured reverently. "I hate to part with it," said Miss Minton, "but it will never be used now, I'm afraid. And when I received this simply wonderful chance to buy the cob tage in Devon I've always want- ed," she went on, N decided that the silver must go to help pay for it." "Oh, then you'll be leaving the district soon. Miss Minton?" ob- served the jeweller as he stack- ed the dully gleaming silver carefully on the counter. "Several hundred pounds," the old jeweller told her. "But I'll Trotobus achieved a world re- cord iy whistling for 9 hours 45 mmutes. In Cologne, soon after the first world war, the headmaster of a German school was arrested by occupying Frencn troops because he al- lowed a schoolboy to whistle a densne melody whrle French troops wow pasqnu, Last ymr a whistled S C) S saved two lives near Padstow, Cornwall. A man and his nine- year-oid son found themselves trapped m a small crevice on a 220 ft, cliff. Both were good whistirrs', so togvther they whistled a suslamod S O S for help. Thur whrstling was hoard by a man on the beach, He (allPd the coastp,uurdc, who hauled the couple up by rupu. Gran broad In make fine numb- Sin In rrmovo rouse pumps Frertctt-rrted emu”... omen hm nt- um [uni m,uGiiU Mend luv." In . In." eou, - mu! In the funny My tn drrp hm la! {.15. tit l "A Sauce-Boat," commented (Mr. Periwinkle. as he unwrapped lit. "And early Georgian. Very nice indeed." He held out his hand. "Have you the other one? iThe pair will fetph a good price." _--- accused me of flirting with 'ia man he did not like. Oh, it was 1311 so silly, and I wasn't really lflirting. At any rate, I told him I could never marry a man with ‘a jealous, overbearing nature. 1He flared up at that, and then '11 flung back his ring and told ihim I never wanted to spe him “again. Matthew was an oMcer in tthe Navy. He went back to his (ship, somebody told me, and - El’ve never seen him Since." "Oh, I almost forgot. This may) as well go, too.'" She took imml her shopping bag a silver ob-f ject wrapped in tissue paper and' put it down in front of the jewel-t ler. I work at an exact figure ton you." [ Miss Minton, unaccountablyJ blushed. "I'm afraid not," she murmured. “I don't know where) it is. You see. my uncle gave mei one and he gave the other to my} . . . to the man I was going to marry. 'Two's a pair and they must always go togcther,' he used to say." "Did something happen to pre- vent your marriage, then?" ask- ed Mr. Periwinkle, gently. "We H we quarrellod," said Miss Minton. "He was very im.. pulsive, you know. It was at a ball," she went on droamily. "Matthew - that was his name guns Ft turmn: once, until guldrn brown mvm In (r HnHI tn" tot "nrir+rwrt ‘v t rmwd lmnkn..:vr my”: m half Sp'mn on ("Hun him" and ("all unhl hrmnn "I'm sorry," said Mr. Periwin- Kle. glancing at her flushed face. She must have been a very pretty girl in those days, he thought. "Oh, it doesn't matter now," said Miss Minton. "I heard he married; I never did. Father died suddenly and Mother be- came an invalid, so I didn't seem to have anv time to go to parties any more." She paused. "But I mustn't bore you, Mr. Peri- winkle. Now, how much are you gomg to give me for the silver?" The jewvllor porod over the piece of paper on which he had jottéd down some figures, then named a sum. "Pity about those sauce-bouts," Mr. Periwinkle sighed. "The pair would have fetched ‘you at least another £75." But Mr. Periwinkle did not sell the saucruhoat with the rest of the silver. He polished it care- fully and set it in the window. Casual customers were informvd that the sauce-boat was not tor sale. To his neplww's qdestion- ine Mr. Periwinkle returned,one answer: "When you only have one of a pair put it in the win- dow and sooner or later the other will tum up." One day a tall. broad-Shoal- dervd man rsntered the shop. In ms lam fiitis, he had curly any haw 3M1 a rvd and weather- beatwn fun: that was still hand- some. An air of‘mmmand hung about him. . "That .xmm»hnal in the Wm. Onion not!" In" " Add i Mr. Periwinkle cleared his ithroat. "The - ah -. article is (the property of a private owner, iI’m afraid, sir," he lied calmly. Cl could put you in touch it you i‘are interested in buying the jpiece, sir." l "Well, I am interested," said ithe big man. "I have the com- ;panion to it. So don't sell it to (anyone else," he warned fierce- :ly. "Now, who is this client of “yours Wouldn't be a lady by any chance?" he added. “Hem," said the big man, drop pm a visiting card on the coun ten "Fix it up as soon as pos Isible. but don't let that sauce (boat go. Good day to you." ; When the cuslomer had de-ibought the pictures and paid for :parted, the old jeweller at oncelthem. He took the/n down to tfled, up the. telephone anleew York to show in the galler- 1dialled Miss 1rinton/s. Pumberries, three of these found their ‘He gazed at the visiting cardlway into a Museum of Modern (in his fingers. It bore the legendrlmt exhibition. Then in Octo- lRear-Admiral Matthew Walkeriber of 1940 I had the first ex- Knott, CIB. (Rt'tired), Navy &jibit of my paintings placed at ”my Club. the Galerie St. Eitenne, 46 West _ "Miss Minton?" he asked pres-i57th Street. When my exhibi- lently when a voice 1ns,rttritfytion opened, large numbers of j','] am so glad that you haverit elderly people came having heard l left town yet. lhavif had an m- my story. - From "Grandma ':quiry about that silver sauce-Asses; My Life's History." Edit- '3 boat of yours. It seems that the|ed by Otto Kallir. dow." He pointed. "May I m it, please?" - _ _ _ - Mr. Periwinkle c a r a t ll 1 l y studied his inquirer over the top of his glasses, "It is rather I nice piece," he remarked gently. "Early Georgian, you know." "Yes, yes. man." the customer agreed testily. "Can 1_tsee it?” "Why certainly, sir," Mr. Peri- winkle smiled suddenly and moved away to retrieve the de- sired object from the window. The customer almost snatch- ed it r-om his grasp and exam- ined it closely. "Where" did you get it?" he demanded abruptly. 1 "But, Mr. Periwinkle. I sold you the sauce-boat," exclaimed (Miss Minton. "You say this per- ‘son has one just like it?" she "altered. _ "if you will let me have your name and address, sir, I will put you in touch as soon as I can," he promissed. "Miss Minton?" he asked pres- ently when a voice answered. “I am so glad that you haven't left town yet. I have had an in- quiry about that silver sauce- boat of yours. It seems that the inquirer possesses one exactly like it." "Look, Miss Minton, I am wanted in the shop now," said the old jeweller ignoring her re- mark. "r suggest that you call in here at noon tomorrow. Could you do that?" “I don't know. I'm afraid I __ Y-yes. I'll come." she decided: "My client is in here sir." The old jeweller went to the door of his officv. "May I iatroducv--" he began, but the admiral's vows! drowned what. he was about to say as Miss Minton appcured bin side him. Next day MISS Minton. With a quickened pulse and an attrac- tive flush on her cheeks, sat in Mr. Periwinkie's office and watched the hand of her wrlst- watch move round to 12.15. Then the shop door Qpened A little later Mr. Periwinkle picked up the telephone again and dialled the number.ot the Navy and Army Club. Then the shop door opened and the admiral strode id. “Where's this client of yours?" he demanded of Mr. Periwinkle. "And how much IS .this sauce- boat mama to cost me?" "Anabehay' ht cried, strldmg t'auerly forward. "So it was you aflvr all Ihrwv years!" Through the 0pm door of his office, to whwh sanctum he had tartfully rmired, Mr. Pvriwmkle could not help overhmirmg what followed. He learned thut the admiral not barn married after all. His onnnunmvm had been broken off, but Mist Minion had not won the native in the news- papm's. Miss Mintnn stood smiling trrmmulously at him. "Mat, dear Mat," she murhnurvd. He had never teased to think nf his first lovn, But afjvr their quarrvl he had plunpod Into his varm‘r. had spont much time abroad, then the war had come. Afterwards his viforts to trace hvr had proved fruitless. Now at lo (it app-aw “mm: Mr. l’u-Immklr mum N‘JIIW‘IV ralvh Nt-, Mmtnnx x'wpmw-c, hm Hwy wow IleHIl'HHV cm- lnr'mlv umhfartm'v t f’rtuvnHv hv‘hvmd " shop dam npr-n Rut by 1hr (”no hv rpm-nod 11w threshold of his " Ho offio' thr. admiral and Miss Mintnn with hnked armu were alreadv dwappv‘nrlnpz. On the rm-ntvr t'nn‘) the mh'rr snm‘o- huh! frrr,:rotts', door How my muplr "Oh “r" 'nh “NI" si1rrcrvrxd Mr I‘m-v 1w16kle, the] swim; In hwy-If la " they had {mm and he in'l drum of ullnwinu hrr 1mm! hrhmrl mmkle mum wmu-Ix 4 Mmtmn 1"r'mrrrls't'r' wow nppmvmlv cm Hm unhord Grandma Mom l Begins to Palnt An to: myself, I “and ttt paint in my old up. on. might say. though I had painted I m pietur" before. My aunt Colu- tin cum down on. day und‘ ya! KY mtg pictures Gd and: "t think you could paint ham and inter than you can!!! Qatari: painted for plmure. to hop busy to pm the than IWIy, but Ittttnmhtottt,nomorqtunof doing fanny Jil. t When I had quite I few paint-1 ings on hand, nomoom lunat- ed that I and mom down to the old Thomu' drug “on in Hoe. sick F1111. so I tried that. I also exhibit-ed I tew " the Cam- bridge rm with some canned truita and raspberry jun. I won I print for my fruit and jun. but, no picture]. And then, om any, I Mr. Louis J. Coldor of New York City, In engineer and art collector, pl.- ing through the town of Hooclck Falls, low and bought my paint: ings. He wanted to know who had painted them, and they told him it was an old “womln that was living down on the Cam- bridge Road by the name of Anna Mary .Moses. So when I came home that night, Dorothy said: “If you had been here, you could have sold all your paint- 1ings, there was a man here look- ing for them, and he will be back in the morning to see them. ’I told him how many you had." She thought I had about ten, something like that. Well, I didn't sleep much thatlgrace night, I tried to think where I Jar had my paintings and what they mind were. I knew I didn't have all h many, they were mostly worsted, the , but I thought, towards morning, has 1 of a painting I had started on af- to pl ter house cleaning days, when I write found an old canvas and frame, he and I thought I had painted atlea: picture on it of Virginia. It wasiand quite large, and I thought if Ildoub could find frames in the morn-l Sir ing I could cut that right in two of h, and make two pictures, which “died did, and by so doing I had theland ten pictures for him when hail.“ , came. I did it so it wouldn't get‘faith Dorothy in the dog house. Butlour he didn't discover the one I hadlan cut in two for about a year, then l take he wanted to know what made‘mug 'ime cut my best picture in two'ideall " told him, it's just Scotch thrift:hum 1 Illicit diamond digging, deal- ‘ing. and smuggling have grown it!) alarming proportions. Offi- ‘cial measures to combat them do not seem to have been par- ticularly effective. He wanted me to paint more, i he came back several times, he: bought the pictures and paid fort them. He took them down ttr New York to show in the stiller-l ies, three of these found their‘ way into a Museum of Modern) Art exhibition. Then in octo-l Prefer Diamonds To Growing Rice. The glamour of the diamond fields is tempting farm workers from the paddy fields. The pro- duction of rice, Sierra Leone's basic food, now has fallen to a point where it must import what it‘can from Burma, Pakistan, and Italy. Poor a rice in tr colony D of Africa w “”m" '~h . . in the street has to make do toFesthiil,1iiec #:112119ng ",7i'Jrw1rt a linful less mm to go a chicken stew, highly peppered with his Sunday. pepper stew. 'lt,dnciitihntot'yato and onmn It we cannot have heroism _ for the masses without war. w. The poor man's meal, or must do without heroism.-Sir "chop" as he calls It, will be a Llewellyn Woodward. humhlcr versmn, maybe' on Ve ¥__ - Sundays only, of the same d15h,l To arqun‘e the habit of read- "__'" - __ ' - ' ing is to construct {or yourself he picked up the suucw-boat and a refuge from almost all the locked it cm'ofullv away in his,miscvies Of life. T he picked up the sauce-boat and locked it carefully away in his safe. --From "Tit-Bits". BATTLE OF THE STREET CORNERS - Chicago Board of Haul”. mobile inoculation' team "" up on a meal corner of tho pollo- T stricken Wert Sid. as the city fights to curb the ouibreak before the peak of the polio Mason, which usually occurs in mid-Au- gust. Door-ttrDoor solicitation wm mod to bring poopll to Oh. makeshift clinic: at polio can! topped 600 in the city’n wars. u,). smqa of the disease Previous worn season; 1952, with 170 3’ case: minim-I (“Jung rho gum. period of time, Harden hit, :hll- _ T dun under Two, with a relic of "d polio cam par 100,00. :5 children, compared to a ratio of only 25.8 can: Mr 100,000l1 m rhildren bniweon the 099‘ of five and 15 - m. group pr.vihu!ly mm inoculmnd with the Soil: vacclno. " and rich alike include their diet in this British on the northwest coast ”Vic-Mdmw' i. 'age- 854:6“ 'teg'.,',"::'.'?.'.','.'.',',),, ‘mhanulnm M Wodau'fwnnttowau- ie" ButsawegroqiroWrx" ‘3"th i-trtlettttt _ the 10mm In tut. 0th! than it bu grown so much that the not: are m1: mm Many of then inaccuraci- oc- cur quit. innocently. We alt. misunderstand acts ttthar. Th- ‘somc peep!- mm to - the hnbit ot annotation 31mm unconteioully. ' 1mm in his puny-pl: on the tongue in not speaking of the int1rmities common to this mode of communication. no is think- ing ot it: deliberate use to dr. 111: and when and destroy u fire. Election time is In 03mph. Some think they cm rm to power by tspeaking evil of oth- en. Of course the xenon for ithe evil use of the tongue lien 1 Sin in the heart is the,source iot human confticts. Jesus Christ idied to save us from our sing (and rose again the third day. I"lt we confess our sins, he is lfaithful and just to forgive us ‘our sins, and to cleanse us from ‘all unrighteousness." Let u: Hake the simple and clear way ltaught in the Scriptures of dealing with sin, the source of. ‘humaik conflicts. . in the heart. Bitter envy and strife in the heart prompts evil speaking. We need the wisdom from above which is "ttrat pun, then peaceable, gentle, and any to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without parti- ality, and without hypocrily.” If this wisdom abound in an then our words will minister grace to our hearers. James speaks of the double minded man who is unstable in all his way:. This person wants the world and heaven, too. H. has not the single aim of living to please God. To all such Jamel writes, "Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. Cleanse your hands, ye sinners; and purify your hearts, yo double minded." with the fowl replaced by I cheaper meat bought m the market. Rice in Freetown is also scarce because it is finding its way upcountry to the diamond areas, where unscrupulous deal- ers sell it at a shilling (14 cents) a tinful. In the markets, rice is meas- ured out in round tins made to hold 50 cigarettes. A tinful of rice costs fourpence (about tour rents) - officially. But market inspectors seem to be winking at prices of fivepence, Sixpence. and upwards. There is an omeial rice mill in Freetown where housewives can go to buy, if they are pre'- pared to line up for hours, but even there one hears talk of black-market dealing. Upcountry there are two rice depots, and more may bu opened. The government is also tryln‘ to step up rice production by introducing mechanical mean. of cultivation. But the lure of the diamond hunt remains strong. . There is considerable iocal feeling that an inquiry should be set up into the distribution of rice, but nothing has been done so far. Meanwhile, the man --W. Somerset Maugham.