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tian Education. To those who have taken upon
themselves allegiance to the Presbyterian
Church, with all that it represents, Christian
Education presents a solemn duty. To those
who have accepted the gift of the Master and
bear His name, llis command, "Feed My
Ip.mbs," is an imperative call and not an op
tional matter. And those who would provide
for the generation to come can find, in the
opportunity to give to Christian schools, sure
ly not the chance to choose. To fail to realize
this is a danger.
There is a danger that wo shall fail to real
ize the source of the call. Many times we feel
we have been asked to give by enthusiastic
fellow church members, or we think that over
zealous campaigners would draw us into an
effort, but the call is from none of these. The
call is from God Himself, the Great Head of
our Church. The call is in the voice of Scrip
ture. It is heard in the language of history.
It is seen in the results of training in the past.
The Source of the call is God Himself. To
fail to realize this is a danger.
And so there are dangers in financial cam
paigns. If we would meet these dangers, it
is not by withholding our aid. We can only
meet and conquer these by intelligently and
sacrificially and prayerfully engaging in the
project for Christian Education, whenever it
is put before us.
Such has been the voice of experience in the
past; such it must ever be.
Louisville, Ky.
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Our Boys and Girls
PUT-OFF TOWN.
Did you ever go to Put-Off Town,
Where the houses are old and tumble-down,
And everything tarries and everything drags,
With dirty streets and people in rags?
On the street called Slow lives old man Wait,
And his two little boys named Linger and Late,
With unclean hands and tousled hair,
And a naughty sister named Don't Care.
Did you ever go to Put-Off Town
To play with the little girls, Fret and Frown?
Or go to the home of Old Man Wait
And whistle for his boys to comc to the gate?
To play ball all day on Tarry Street,
Leaving your errands for other feet
To stop, to shirk, or linger or frown.
Is the nearest way to this Put-Off Town.
? Anonymous.
HOW DAVID SPENT HIS DOLLAR.
That Sunday afternoon David did not ask
for his usual Bible story, but sat thoughtfully
with the Book on his lap. He could almost
see the little children that he had heard the
missionary speak about that afternoon stand
ing all about him. It seemed hard to realize
that there were little boys and girls, his own
age, who never had heard of Jesus and did
not know what a Sunday School was. Many
of them worshipped idols whom they feared,
and when they were sick they thought their
idols were angry with them.
Some of them had heard of the Jesus schools
where the missionaries w.^re, but these schools
were so crowded that the children could not
be taken in. How they longed to know about
the wonderful Jesus who loves ev.?n the tin
iest child! The missionary had said that if the
schools could only be made larger, hundreds
of little children could be made happy and
could help to carry the Bible's good news to
their parents and friends.
"I do wish I could help them," thought Da
vid.
Suddenly a little voice away down inside
of him said, "Why don't you give your dol
lar!"
"What?" answered another little voice.
"The pennies I have been saving so long to
get a dollar? The dollar I am going to spend
tomorrow for the set of lead Indians I have
wanted ever since Christmas?"
"Yes," answered the first voice. "Are 'not
real Indians better than lead Indians? You
wanted a chance to help, and here it is."
"Why not spend this dollar and save another
dollar for the little children who are waiting
to hear the stories I have been hearing all my
life?" said the second little voice again. "They
can wait a little longer."
"No," answered David aloud. "I'll give the
missionary this dollar and begin again to save
for myself."
The next dollar seemed to grow very slowly,
but David always thought of his little heathen
brothers and sisters who would not have known
how much their heavenly Father loved them
had it not been for his dollar, and he was
always glad he had sent it.
I wish I could tell you how much good that
one dollar did and how many people it made
happy. Though it was a long, long time ago
that David started it on its journey, the good
it did is still going on, for you know that a
truly good deed never stops, but grows and
grows and grows. ? The Sunbeam.
WHO WAS TO REPRESENT UNCLE SAM?
The great day was almost there when the
school was to give a wonderful program ? a
Pageant of the Nations.
And all the children were wondering who
was to represent Uncle Sam. Every boy in
the school hoped that it might be he.
To march at the head of the procession, the
flag over his head, tossing its stars and stripes
proudly to the sun ? what a moment for any
boy I
France would be there, too, with her tri
color, and fat John Bull with the Union Jack
p.cross his breast, and Italy, and the rest; but
what were they to Uncle Sam?
Who would be worthy to represent Uncle
Sam?
He would wear his tall hat, and his long
tailed coat with the blue stars, and his trousers
with the red stripes and the straps under his
shoes. Yes, and he would have a long, thin
white beard.
Who in the whole school would be worthy
to represent Uncle Sam?
Uncle Sam loves courage and fair play and
obedience and kindness and courtesy. Uncle
Sam shares with other people and always keep*
his word. Uncle Sam is brave and helps pro
tect folks smaller than himself; and he never
touches anything that belongs to some one
else. Why, Uncle Sam stands for the whole
United States, where children may grow up
to be wonderful men and women like father
and mother.
Who would be worthy to represent Uncle
Sam?
There was Johnnie. The children' wondered
if it might not be he. Johnnie had the high
est marks in school and was never absent nor
Tardy. Besides, he was always bringing the
teacher an apple or some candy or something.
But Johnnie had made fun of the little new
boy and had called him "Ikey" because he
was a Jew. Uncle Sam was making Ameri
cans, such as they were, out of boys and girls
from strange foreign countries. Uncle Sam
rever made fun of them. No, Johnnie could
not be the one.
Who would be worthy to represent Uncle
Sam?
Perhaps Ben would be chosen. Ben was the
biggest boy in the room and could run faster
and throw a ball farther than any other boy
there. It surely would be Ben.
Only Ben had struck Harley and had called
him names and Ilarley was not as big and
strong as Ben. Yes, Ben was always doing
something like that to the smaller boys. And
that was not like Uncle Sam either, for he
loves fair play and never picks on folks small
er than himself. No, it could not be Ben.
Who was worthy to represent Uncle Sam?
Surely it could be no other than Teddy.
Teddy's father was the banker in town and
Teddy wore better clothes than most of the
boys. Besides, his face was always clean and
his hands were always washed. And Teddy
never did anything bad in school. The chil
dren were sure it would be Teddy.
But no. Teddy quite often brought an ap
ple to school, but he never divided with the
rest: and nearly every day he had candy, but
he ate it all himself. And that is not Uncle
Sam's way; he is always sending food to peo
ple who don't have any ; he loves to share what
he has with other folks. No, it couldn't be
Teddy.
Wasn't there anybody worthy to represent
Uncle Sam?
Of course there was Davy back in the cor
ner. But they had not even thought of him.
He was so little and pale and quiet that it
surely could not be he. To be suta he was al
ways on time and he never failed to keep his
word, but his marks were not very high and
he limped a little so that he could not run fast
like the others. Besides, his clothes, though
they were sure to be ne^at and clean, were
patched in many places and his shoes were
old and worm. He was always smiling though,
*ind always remembered to hand his book to a
visitor. And if he had anything good, didn't
lie always share it with the others?
And when they thought of these things, all
the children knew that Davy was most worthy
to represent Uncle Sam. ? Everyland.
TWO CHAPTERS ALIKE.
Dear Presbyterian : My aunt helped me find
the two chapters in the Bible that are alike.
They are 2 Kings 19 and Isaiah 37. I am eight
years old and have gotten my Testament for
reciting the Child's Catechism. I know seven
questions in the Shorter Catechism. I love to
read the children's letters, and hope you will
publish mine so that I can surprise my father
and mother. My big brother is in the high
school and my little brother is only three. I
am my only sister.
Your little friend,
Lucy Rodes Irvine.
Dear Lucy: "We are all glad to hear from
you, and to know how well you are getting
on with the catechisms. Can't^ou 8end us a
Bible question t H. A
DO JTHE BEST TOU CAN.
If I were a cobbler it should be my pride
The best of all cobblers to be;
If I were a tinker, no tinker beside
Should mend an old kettle like me.