Newspaper Page Text
Our Boys and Girls
THE BOY JESUS.
By Clara Christian.
(One of the readers of our page.)
After the Holy Family had been some time
in Egypt, the wicked Herod died, and Joseph
bring told of the fact by an angel returned
to Nazareth, where he took up again his trade
of carpenter.
"When the little Jesus was old enough fco do
so. He helped Joseph about the shop.
In this City of Nazareth, perhaps, were many
little boys and girls who were Jesus' play
mates, and often came to the shop, I suppose,
to play with Jesus.
Did they love and respect Him?
Why, yes. "What else could you expect them
to do but love this good, pure and true child,
Christ, who was always gentle and kind to each
one of them?
Pie was always looking forward to helping
some one and protecting the little children
from the large ones during their play. He was
not like others, looking only for fun or for mis
chief, but was always trying to help some
one.
So the years passed till He was about twelve
years old. Then Ilis parents took Him to Je
rusalem, where a festival was to be celebrated.
On the journey home they missed the boy and
began to search for Him. At last they found
Him in the Temple, talking with the learned
scribes and priests, whom He astonished with
Ilis wisd'-m and knowledge of the Scriptures.
Quietly, vet anxiously, His mother entered
the Temple. There is reproof in her voice as
she says mildly, "Son, why hast Thou thus
dealt with us? Thy father and I have sought
Thee sorrowing."
Gently He said, "How is it that you sought
me! Wist ye not that I must be about my
Father's business?" He meant, of course, that
He must be teaching people things of God.
Obediently, He left the Temple, and to
gether they returned to their humble home in
Nazareth where, it is written, "Jesus increased
in wisdom and stature and in favor with God
and man."
Roxbury, Ya.
A FROG'S LESSON.
The frog looked down a deep old well
And thought he'd play a Joke;
Thought up a saucy thing to say.
And thus he harshly spoke:
"You ugly old frog," he hollered down,
And listened for reply;
"Ugly old frog," echo sent hack;
The frog began to cry.
He hopped away where his mother sat.
Told her what he had done.
His mother Raid, with pained surprise:
"I'm ashamed of you. my son."
"Hop ba?k to the deep old well,
Croak down something kind.
The answer you will always get
Will be the same, you'll find."
The frog looked o'er the brink and ?aid:
"Hello, sweetheart, true.**
"Sweetheart true," echo sent back.
Itll be the same with you.
* ?
Should not folks learn a lesson here,
As our frog friend has done?
Whether words loving or harsh.
The same come back, my son.
? O. L. RuweU, la Christian Advocate.
A KOREAN WELCOME.
By Miss Willie Green.
Well 1 must tell you of the welcome we re
ceived to the village of Pukak. "When Ave
left Song San we had to walk a distance of
ten li to reach this plaee. When we had cov
ered half the distance we were met by ths
school teacher and his thirty-two little boys and
girls, dressed in the brightest of colors. They
were standing beside the road and stood at
attention while we passed; then fell in line be
hind to escort us to their village. A few yards
on we were met by several of the church mem
bers, a few yards further several more : and a
A Korean Family.
few farther on, still some mora.- Each time
the procession stopped while the new ones
bowed profoundly, introduced themselvos, and
told us how glad they were that God, through
His grace, had brought us to their village;
also, how welcome we were.
You can see by this time we had quite a
company. Indeed, I felt like I was back in
the days of caravans, as we wound our way,
single file, through the narrow path among the
rico fields and continued our journey across
the country.
It is their custom to walk one right behind
the other. Many times as our path made a
snake-like bend around a rice field. I could
see from end to end of our caravan. At the
front I could see the two coolies carrying bed
ding, clothes, cooking utensils, and food sup
ply, on their backs by means of the jickio.
Next the Elder, followed by two church mem
bers. They were dressed in their long white
coats, which hang loose from the shoulder and
are tied across the chest with very ample bows.
This bow only has one loop, which stands up
and down instead of crosawisc, and the two
A Koreau Boy Selling Sweets.
ends almost reach to the hem of their coats.
Then on top of their heads were these funny
black hats that you hear so much about. I
came next in line, then the Korean Bible wom
an, the cook, and mor6 ch\irch members. Af
ter the brightly dressed children came the
teache in the rear, six more of the church
membe last being the deacon, making a
line of >ple in all. I am in the home of
one of >mbers. I had to put my army
cot cati- corners to be able to get it in the
room at all. That leaves two V-shaped cor
ners and the only way to got from one to
the other is to crawl over the cot. For variety
sake, I make ready for retiring in one corner
and then in the morning I get up on the other
side to dress.
There are no windows in this room, and
when you shut the door you are shut in sure
enough. The doors are lattice work covered
with heavy white paper and in that way you
get your light for the room, not much though.
Curiosity to see what I've got in here, and also
what I'm doing, has caused these people to
push peep-holes in the .paper and so I have
eye-witnesses to all I do.
Kunsan, Korea.
JUST IN TIME.
Dear Presbyterian : I am a little girl twelve
years old. My birthday was October 17. The
little prayer cam.? out just right for my birth
day. I go to the Second Presbyterian Church.
My pastor is Dr. D. N. McLauchlin. I am try
ing to recite the Shorter Catechism. My Sun
day-school teacher is Mrs. Catling. I am the
president of the Christian Endeavor. I like to
go very much. We are all learning how to
pray in public.
Your little friend.
Miriam Conway.
Norfolk, Va.
Dear Miriam: It was splendid to have the
birthday praj'er. to get to you just at the right
time. I wonder if it came out in the same
week with anybody's else birthday. Won't
you write us something more about the work
of your C. E. ? I am sure other O. E. members
would like to read about your society.
H. A.
BIRTHDAY IN DECEMBER.
Dear Presbyterian: 1 started June first to
get my Sunday-school pin and haven't missed
a Sunday yet. There are fourteen girls in my
Sunday-school class and we all like our teacher.
We got new quarterlies a few Sundays ago
and I find the lesson very interesting. They
give the life of Christ. I am studying the
Shorter Catechism and hope to get my Bible
soon. Our pastor, Mr. W. B. Gold, his wife,
and baby, Rachel, spent the day with us a few
days ago. This was th.? first visit baby Rachel
had paid. The baby was so sweet that we
wanted to keep her. I read your little Birth
dy Prayer in the Presbyterian and I wish to
say my birthday comes in December and I
will try to keep the prayer in mind. As this
is my first letter to you I wish to ask a ques
tion : Who was named as a mighty hunter?
Your little friend,
Virginia Vernon.
Belspring, Va.
Dear Virginia : W.-* are all glad to have your
interesting letter and to know about your S.
S. work. I wish we all could have seen Baby
Rachel. H. A.
A lady and a gentleman were in a timber
yard by a dirty river. The lady said: "How
good the pine boards smell!" "Pirn? boards!"
exclaimed the gentleman. smoll this
foul river!" "No, thank ou, T prefer to smell
the pine boards."