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PAGE *4—THE BULLETIN, April 13, 1959
JOSEPH BREIG
OUR TWO NEW STATES
In the usual meaning of the
words, I have never been in
Alaska. And I have never been
in Hawaii. But how often, in
spirit, I have visited both My
mind has adventured where my
body could
not follow.
It is diffi-
c u 11 to de
scribe the viv
idness of my
i m p r essions
of such dis
tant places. I
am an inveterate reader; and
what I see on the printed page
is almost more real than reality.
Certainly it is more romantic.
I have shouted “Mush, you
malemutes!” as I travelled the
Yukon territory with Jack Lon
don and Robert W. Service.
“And the woman who kissed
him—and pinched his poke—
was the lady known as Lou.”
“And the inky smoke, in a
greasy cloak, went streaking
down the sky.”
WITH CHARLEY CHAN, I
have solved many a mystery
under the mysterious moon of
Hawaii. I think of the islands as
the land with a language that is
music. Molokai — mole-oh-kah-
ee. Waikiki — wah-ee-kee-kee.
The words are articulated beau
ty, strangely familiar because
of their kinship with American
Indian terms I have heard from
childhood.
I grew up on a river called
the Kiskiminetas. Kiss-kih-
MINN-ee-tahss. How it trips
off the tongue and sets the
nerves of rhythm to tingling!
Nearby were larger rivers, the
Monongahela (Monn-ON-gah-
HAY-lah) and the Allegheny
(AL-eh-GENN-ee). More than
once, I have seen the sun set
ting in a lake known as Oeon-
omowoc (oh-CONN-oh-mow-
wock).
But there is a peerless gentle
ness, a kind of wooing, a mak
ing-love with syllables, in the
Hawaiian place-names, as if
those who selected them wished
to embrace the very geography.
Mauna Koa, the White Moun
tain; Mauna Loa, the Long
Mountain; Kilauea with its
great crater. To recite the
islands is to utter poetry —
Hawaii, Maui, Kahoolawe, La
nai, Molokai, Oahu, Kauai,
Niihau.
ON MOLOKAI, at the base
of a sheer cliff overlooking the
sea, ugliness and beauty met in
a titanic, still conflict; and
beauty eventually won because
goodness came to its rescue in
the person of a man filled with
the spirit of Christ. Father
Damien, the “Leper Priest,”
towers in history and will tow
er taller and taller as the cen
turies pass; and Hawaii will
tower with him.
Theology
For The
Layman
I have never been in Alaska
with its snows and glaciers and
indomitable masculine vigor. I
have never been in Hawaii
where nature is like a maiden
beckoning. But it is as old
friends and boon adventures
that I welcome them into the
Union as the 49th and 50th of
the United States of America.
America, I think, is the most
astounding work of human
minds that the earth has seen.
It is the nation made of many
nations, many races, many
philosophies, many religions,
many cultures. And the thing
that makes it one is a simple
forthright statement of a theo
logical truth.
“WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS
to be self-evident, that all men
are created equal; that they are
endowed by their Creator with
certain inalienable rights; that
among these rights are life, lib
erty and the pursuit of happi
ness; and that to secure these
rights, governments are insti
tuted among men.”
There stands the greatest and
deepest political statement ever
placed on paper by a human
hand. We are created; we are
endowed by our Creator; and it
is the business of government
to treasure and defend that en
dowment. This is the heart and
the soul of the United States of
America; it is for this that the
Flag has flown from time to
time when its stars numbered
13 until now when they are 50.
“One nation, indivisible under
God, with liberty and justice for
all.” This is the meaning of
America, and it is to this that
Alaska and Hawaii are adding
their strength and loyalty.
“And for the support of this
declaration, with a firm reliance
on the protection of Divine
Providence, we mutually pledge
to each other our Lives, our
Fortunes, and our sacred Hon-
or.
(By F. J. Sheed)
THE GOAL OF LIFE
“Eye has not seen nor has ear
heard, nor has it entered into
the heart of man, what things
God has prepared for those who
love Him." So St. Paul tells the
Corinthians, quoting Isaias. Till
we reach
heaven, we
shall n ot
know what
heaven is.
But, in the in
spired word of
God, we are
given glimp
ses. In heaven
we shall know God
way, and love
in a new
Him according
to the new knowledge.
We shall know, says St. Paul
(1 Cor. xiii.12), as we are
known. It is a mysterious
phrase, more dark than light,
but soliciting our minds power
fully. We are not known to God
with the same Knowledge with
which He knows us—for He
knows infinitely and we are
incurably finite, but with a
knowledge similar in kind to
His, different from our present
way of knowing.
In the same verse, St. Paul
makes another attempt to ex
press the difference between our
knowing here and our knowing
there. “Here we see through a
glass in a dark manner, but then
face to face.” St. John (1 Jn.
iii.2) says “We shall see Him
as He is.” And we remember
Our Lord saying of the angels
(Mt. xvlll.10) “They see the face
of my heavenly Father con
tinually.” Seeing is the key to
life in heaven.
We can approach the meaning
in two steps. First, those in
heaven shall see God, not sim
ply believe in Him as now but
see Him. Here on earth we do
not say that we believe in the
existence of our friends, we see
them: and seeing them, we
know them. But, second, we
shall see God face to face, see
Him as He sees us.
The Church has worked
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out
By David Q, Liplak
Q, It's lure, isn't it, that un
der certain conditions, a per
son can regain the state of grace
after mortal sin by saying a per
fect act of contrition? In our
catechism days, we were taught,
that if one were dying in mortal
sin and were unable to confess
to a priest, he could be saved
by making a perfect act of con
trition. But if such an act of con
trition is sufficient under emer-
ency conditions, why isn't it suf
ficient under all circumstances?
Why is It ever necessary to go to
confession?
Jottings.
■ ■
(By BARBARA C. JENCKS)
A. The Sacrament of Penance
was instituted by Christ as the
one ordinary means for recover
ing the state of grace lost
through personal post-baptismal
sin. A perfect act of contrition
(one motivated by pure, dis
interested love of God) is there
fore an extraordinary means,
sufficient for justification under
certain circumstances when con
fession is impossible, but not
independently of the intention,
at least implicit, of confessing
ones sins in the ordinary way as
soon as one is able. This inten
tion is rendered explicit in the
usual formula for contrition
used by Catholics; “I firmly re
solve with the help of Thy grace
to confess my sins ...”
THE REASON why a perfect
act of contrition can justify a
soul is evident. Such an act
amounts to an act of perfect
love for God—one is contrite
precisely because he has of
fended God “who is all good
and deserving of all love.” Since
perfect love of God is incom
patible with the state of mortal
sin (one cannot simultaneously
love God and remain His
enemy), the soul is freed from
the state of sin. But this free
dom is only secured with refer
ence to the postive divine law
to confess one’s sins to a priest
as soon as possible. Implicit de
sire to confess is enough, and
this is necessarily included in all
perfect contrition, for no one
can be truly contrite or love
God with perfect love without
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YOU ASK MY AGE
I am older than dawn
And sunset are.
I can think past the light
Of the oldest star
Older I am
Than any star
And younger than
The angels are.
SISTER MADELEVA
9 HOW OLD am I? This
week, I marked another birth
day. I am one year nearer heav
en, where one day is like a
thousand. Am I young or am I
old? Only the God who created
me knows. I was in His mind
before the world was born. I
was in His mind that day at
Calvary. He wept over me in
the Garden of Gethsemani. One
day, He gave me earthly life.
One day, He will grant me
eternal life. When will it be?
Tomorrow or next year? When
will I become what He had in
mind for me before the world
was made? How many years
to heaven? I hope not many
more for the world has made
me homesick an lonely for the
meadows of heaven. And yet
should I not be fearful of the
time past and time present
which has been wasted?
9 ELIOT says that “Time
present and time past are both
perhaps in time future.” All
that has gone before me and is
now is also my tomorrow and
forever—all the people and
places and experiences of the
world; Brigid at Kildare, de-
Sales at Geneva—a grave in
Toledo and a woman sitting
with a pair of Rosary beads in
Boston. I am what I have been
in the lamented yesterdays,
words wasted and words unsaid,
the homely skinny urchin with
the skinned knee and the im
maculate starched young lady
who crowned the statue of Our
Lady. I am all the past, sun
burned noses, uncontrollable ,
weeping, a mother’s kiss in a
sickroom, bacon and egg break
fast and evening television. I am
the columnist who now hunches
over a typewriter. I am all my
sins and all my redeeming acts.
I am what I want to be with all
my heart in the future and
which I have prayed for in the
secret of my heart these years.
They are all here with me in
this moment which is my birth
day, a beginning and an end.
How old am I then? Who knows
both past and present merge
with future.
9 EARLY MORNING walks
put me on winged flight through
time. I cannot reach out and
touch time yet I walk with it.
I pass three chapels where Mass
is in progress: in one it is begin
ning and another it is at the
Gospel point and at the other
the Credo is being intoned. Time
is forever. Before I reach the
chapel where I will assist at
Mass, God has been elevated
and adored and received by
hundreds. God is. There is no
time with God. I walk through
rains which touch Egyptain
sands and which will ever fall
and I walk as Our Lord did
at sunset against a red-streaked
sky. I see and wonder, the sun
was before I was and will be
after I am. I kneel with stu
dents who begin their life; I
kneel with aged nuns who are
at the end of their lives. I am
suspended between heaven and
earth. I talk with Peter and
Patrick and Maria Goretti of
the little yesterdays and the
longago yesterdays. I talk with
my students of now. I say the
prayers of the Roman martyrs.
I eat and I sleep and I work
and I sin as man has ever done.
Yet I belong to a certain period
of time in the measurement of
man. When will I see the God
who is the same yesterday, to
day and forever—how many
years to heaven?
Services For
M rs. Overstreet
SAVANNAH, Ga. —- Funeral
services for Mrs. Josephine Pitts
Overstreet were held April 3,
at the Cathedral of St. John the
Baptist.
By Brian Cronin
1. Who was christened “Eugenio Pacelli”: (a) St. Eu
gene? (b) Pope Pius XII? (c) Pope Eugene? (d) Pope
Pascal?
2. “In the beginning God created heaven and earth”
are the introductory words of: (a) The Old Testament?
(b) The Epistles? (c) The Gospels? (d) The Mass?
3. The Sacred College is another name for: (a) An
Italian seminary? (b) Vatican University? (c) The College
of Cardinals? (d) The Catholic University of America?
4. The Society of Jesus, commonly known as the Jesuit
Order, was founded by: (a) Jesus? (b) St. Ignatius of
Loyola (c) St. Peter? (d) St. Ignatius of Antioch?
5. That part of the Mass, from the beginning to the of-
feratory, is referred to as the: (a) Mass of the Faithful?
(b) Canon (c) Introit? (d) Mass of the Catecumens?
6. The patron saint of greetings is: (a) St. Paul? (b) St.
Christopher? (c) St. Valentine? (d) St. Gabriel?
7. Complete the eighth Beatitude: “Blessed are they
who suffer persecution for justice’ sake for . . . (a) . . .
theirs is the kingdom of heaven”? (b) . . . they shall be
called the children of God”? (c) . . . they shall obtain mer
cy”? (d) . . . they shall be comforted”?
8. Pope Leo XIII is best remembered for his: (a) So
cial teachings? (b) Missionary zeal? (c) Rosary crusade?
(d) Devotion to Our Lady.
Give yourself 10 marks for each correct answer below.
Rating: 80—Excellent; 70—Very Good; 60—Good;
50—F air.
Answers: 1 (b); 2 (a); 3 (c); 4 (b);
5 (d); 6 (c); 7 (a); 8 (a).
Radio, TV Faced With Problem
THE BACKDROP
By JOHN C. O’BRIEN
SHARING OUR TREASURE
Convert's Testimony Starts Eight
Toward Church
By REV. JOHN A. O'BRIEN. Ph. D.
' (University ol Notre Dame)
Rev. John A. O'Brien, Ph. D.
(University of Notre Dame)
Do you really want to win a
convert? You can do so by being
a witness for Christ: telling oth
ers about the beauty and holi
ness of the Faith and living that
Faith to the hilt. This is what
Christ meant
when He said
to the disci
ples after His
R e surrection,
“You shall be
witness for
me in Jerusa
lem and in all
Judea and
Samaria and even to the very
ends of the earth.”
By witness for Christ Mrs.
Marie Meek of Ruggins, Idaho,
started a chain reaction which
has already led eight into the
fold. “In October 1954,” relates
Mrs. May Gumm, 1927 Cleve
land Street, Boise, Idaho, “ I
moved next door to Mrs. Meek
in the tiny mountain settlement
of Riggins. I had shopped from
church to church, seeking a
faith I could accept.
“But as I had been taught ev
erything bad about the Catholic
Church, I hadn’t even con
sidered it. Mrs. Meek proved to
be a Catholic who lived her
Faith. Being a convert, she was
filled with the wonder and joy
of what she had found after
years of spiritual loneliness, and
she couldn’t keep from telling of
her marvelous discovery.
“I hurled at her all the charges
and rumors I had heard over the
years. She showed me how un
founded they all were. Even
when I left there, she continued
to pray for me and to write to
me. Thus encouraged, I studied
the Catholic Faith carefully and
perceived in its marvelous unity,
sanctity, apostolic and universal
character the evidence of its
divine origin.
Though already convinced of
its truth, I went with my three
daughters to an Information
Class at Sacred Heart Church in
Boise, conducted by Father J.
H. Roberts. At its conclusion
the four of us were baptized on
April 15, 1956—a red-letter day
in our lives. Wonderful it was,
as Mrs. Meek had told me, to
receive our Eucharistic Lord
into one’s heart.
“My son Alan went to work
off in the mountains and his
wife Evelyn and baby boy came
to stay with us. I was so filled
with the wonder, beauty and
joy of my new-found Faith that
I told Evelyn about it. As her
mother had been a Mormon and
father a Congregationalist, she
had a lot of questions to ask.
“The girls and I answered
them, and in the evening we
talked ‘catechism’ while we did
the dishes. Afterwards we said
the Rosary. It’s a beautiful de
votion, and Evelyn became in
creasingly interested.
“One evening after we had
finished our prayers, Evelyn
said, ‘Mom, I can see how much
the Catholic Faith means to you
and the girls, and how it brings
you all closer to God and fills
your hearts with love. Some of
your beautiful religion has
rubbed off on me. I want to be
come a Catholic and I know
Alan will too, when he learns
about it.”
“Naturally her words were
music to my ears. When Alan
returned, he and Evelyn re
ceived instructions from Father
James T. Halissey, pastor of the
Sacred Heart parish, and were
baptized. Their hearts were
overflowing with joy when they
received their first Holy Com
munion. They have another
baby now, and both are baptized.
“I’ve written to my two un
married sons, both away in uni
form, about our wonderful dis
covery. With God’s grace they
too will share our happiness.
May God bless Mrs. Meek who
started us on our way by bear
ing witness to her holy Faith,
Why don’t more Catholics do
it?
A recent decision by the Fed
eral Communications Commis
sion requiring broadcasting net
works to give equal time to the
candidate of a fringe political
party because they had given
time to the
Democ r a t i c
Mayor of Chi
cago and his
R e p u b 1 ican
opponent has
raised a seri
ous problem
for the radio
and television
industries.
As we all know, both radio
and television networks have
given full, and, so far as possi
ble, equal coverage of the ac
tivities of the candidates of the
major political parties in ma
jor campaigns. This has been
true particularly in the coverage
of presidential campaigns.
SHOWDOWN NEARS
Now, as the time draws near
for another presidential cam
paign, the broadcasters are con
fronted with the FCC ruling
that if they give time to the
speeches and activities of the
Democratic and Republic pres
idential candidates, they must
give equal time to the candi
dates of the minor parties.
The difficulty that the ruling
presents becomes apparent
when it is recalled that in the
1956 presidential campaign 12
splinter parties nominated can
didates for president and vice
president. In that campaign one
of the major networks devoted
20 per cent of its television
news time to the candidates of
the major parties. If it had had
to give equal time to each of
the candidates of the splinter
parties, the network would have
had little or no time to devote
to the broadcasting of other
news.
Unless Congress acts to nulli
fy the FCC ruling, in 1960 the
networks will face a Hobson’s
choice. They will have either
to give time to any office seek
er who asks for it or deny time
to all candidates, including
those of the major parties.
In most areas of regulation,
the federal communications act
permits a minimum of interfer
ence by the FCC. The law speci
fically prohibits the regulatory
agency from censoring or in
terfering with free speech. In
adhering faithfully to this in
junction, the commission has
been reluctant to interfere in
the programming of any broad
casting station, radio or tele
vision. In fact, the commission
has allowed the broadcasters
more license than some critics
of radio and television consider
justified.
LAW IS SPECIFIC
But on the point of granting
equal time to political candi
dates, the federal communica
tions act is specific. It states
that any station which permits
“any legally qualified candi
date for public office” to use
its facilities must “afford equal
opportunities to all other such
candidates.” This means that
any crack-pot who can get his
name on the ballot may claim
time equal to that given to the
candidate of one of the major
political parties.
When Congress wrote the
equal time provision into the
law, it probably had in mind
setting up a bar to chicanery or
favoritism on the part of some
broadcasters. The intention
probably was to prevent the
owner of a radio or television
station from favoring the candi
date of his choice and blacking
out a candidate to whom he had
an aversion.
But, for the most part, the
networks and their stations have
programmed their coverage of
political campaigns with a view
to winning the approval of
their audiences. The broadcast
ers realize that the public takes
a keen interest in the utterances
and activities of the candidates
of the major parties and wishes
to be kept informed. And, rea
lizing that the audiences are
divided about equally between
Republicans?,Democrats, the
broadfsfeJi-fjBmave sought to ac
cord tlie*tecmdidates of the two
parties substantially equal time.
For the broadcasting of the
speeches^ j?f , the candidates of
the Spmrfer parties, however,
the broadcasters feel there is no
justification whatever. They
know” that 'the public is dis
interested in the activities of
such candidates. They know,
too, that the public would re
bel if it was deprived of non
political news to make room for
the mouthings of a candidate
running, let us say, on a plat
form of substituting wampum
for federal reserve notes as a
medium of exchange.
Father Wharton'*
View
from the Heclory
Father O'Brien will be grate
ful to readers who know of any
one who has two or more con
verts if they will send the names
and addresses of such persons to
him at Notre Dame University,
Notre Dame, Indiana.
U.
LYING DOGS
“Bartender,” said the man at
the rail, “this is my talking dog.
I’ll sell him to you for ten dol
lars.”
“Will you stop that talking
dog stuff?” growled the bar
tender. “Who d’ya think you’re
kidding?”
Suddenly the dog looked up,
tears in his eyes. “Please by me,
sir,” he pleaded. “This man is
cruel—never buys me a decent
meal, never gives me a bath.
Why, I was once the richest
trick dog in America. I per
formed before kings; I was in
the WAGS during the war and
was decorated five times.”
“Hey,” cried the bartender,
THE STORY LADY
Maureen Wenk Hanigan
ROBIE
A few houses away from
“Honey” Hanigan, there lives a
very pretty girl named Sue. Sue
Butterick is much more grown
up then “Honey,” but “Honey”
loves to go and visit Sue. Sue
always stops whatever she is
doing and talks to “Honey.”
Sometimes they go into the
kitchen together to play with
“Robie.” Robie is a green and
yellow parakeet, who wants to
know all about everything that
goes on in the whole world. Of
course, Robie doesn’t know any
thing about how big the world
is, because he has never been
allowed to go out doors. But
Robie knows all about Sue’s
house, for he is allowed to fly
about, and he trys to find out
everything that everyone is do
ing there. This is the reason that
Robie is always in trouble,
One morning at breakfast
Robie got into trouble that last
ed the whole day! Everyone was
busy eating and hurring off to
all the things that had to be
done, and Robie was trying to
follow everyone at once. When
Sue’s mother put the sugar in
her coffee, Robie ran right
across the table and looked into
the sugar bowl to see what was
there, then he flew right on
the handle of the spoon to see
where the sugar was going.
“Go away, Robie,” said Sue’s
mother. I am in a hurry and I
haven’t time to play with you
this morning.”
Robie flew across the table
to Sue. He stood on Sue’s
shoulder and tried to whisper
in her ear.
“No, no, Robie,” said Sue. “I
haven’t time to tell secrets this
morning.” Then she ate her last
bite of toast and jumped up
from the table and hurried off
to school.
Robie stood on the table and
looked all around. There was
no one left in the kitchen to
play with, and he didn’t know
just what to do. Then he heard
Sue’s mother call.
“I hope you drank all your
cocoa Sue.”
“I drank almost all of it,” Sue
answered as she went past Robie
again and out the door. “Bye
Robie,” she called back.
Robie wondered how much
cocoa Sue had left, so he hopped
over to the cup and flew up to
perch on the top of it and see.
He stretched his little neck
farther and farther into the cup,
and all of a sudden he stratched
so far he fell right into the rest
of the cocoa. Poor Robie, he was
all wet and he looked just like
a chocolate bird! When Sue’s
mother heard all the strange
noises she knew Robie was in
trouble and came to help him.
She washed him off and put him
back in his cage.
Robie knew he had done
something wrong. It was just
the way he knew he had been
wrong the day he fell into the
dish pan while he was watching
Sue wash the dishes. She had
to hurry and pick him off the
soap suds and wrap him in a
warm towel so he wouldn’t
catch cold. Then back into his
cage he had to go for that day
too!
But the worst trouble Robie
ever got into trying to find out
things, was the day he wanted
to see just how Sue’s mother
made such good spaghetti sauce!
Robie had never eaten spaghetti
sauce, but he’d heard everyone
say it was good, and it looked
so nice and red cooling off in the
dish that Robie just had to get
a closer look. What do you sup
pose happened? Of course he
did! He fell ker-plunk, right
“he does talk! Why sell a dog
like that for ten dollars?”
“Because,” said the customer,
“I’m sick to death of his lying!”
It takes a lot of nerve, I know,
to dig up an old chestnut like
that one-^-even if it was tasty
in its day. It’s just that it is so
true to life. I know several dogs
who are excellent canines with
numerous fine qualities; but all
is spoiled by their confounded
lying. People have the same
problem. You may have many
talents, but your class will vote
you the “most likely to recede”
if you’re known as a liar.
There’s no doubt that our
society has some affection for
those “little white lies” that
“won’t harm anyone.” Yet all
my books say that the eighth
commandment includes this
species of untruth. All lies—
white or black or purple with
yellow spots—are wrong.
The prohibition of the com
mandment doesn’t include what
we call jocose lies—jokes, in
other words. Like the tall tales
into the dish of spaghetti sauce!
He was such a sight! Sue’s
mother had to hurry and help
him out, and wash him off be
cause his little feathers were all
stuck together and he couldn’t
fly at all. And where do you
suppose Robie had to spend the
rest of that day too? I don’t
know if Robie will ever learn
that little birds mustn’t be so
curious. I shall tell you more
about Robie someday, and I do
hope by that time he will be a
good bird, so that no one will
have to shut him in his cage any
more. I think he has learned his
lesson now, don’t you?
about how it’s so dry there the
frogs don’t even learn to swim.
Or your dimensions of the fish
you caught last Summer. Or
what we tell the youngsters
about how tough we had it
when we were kids. No one be
lieves these stories, exaggera
tions, and fairy tales, anyway.
But the tales that can be class
ified as genuine lies are never
justified. They could be malici
ous lies, told for the purpose
of injuring someone. If this kind
of untruth is stated under oath,
it is called perjury. No one
needs a theological degree to
understand that malicious lies
are sinful.
The kind of lie that some try
to justify, on the other hand,
is the officious lie—the “white”
one. The purpose behind telling
it is not to harm anyone, but
simply to avoid some difficulty.
I don’t know who started the
lie myth; let’s face the facts.
All lies are black. Malicious or
officious—they’re vicious.
This having been stated, a
cry is heard from the balcony:
“Do I have to tell everyone that
these are not my own teeth;
that I dye my hair; that Uncle
Caleb was a bigamist?” Simmer
down, friend. No one says you
must broadcast your private
affairs. The best way to keep
hidden the skeletons in your
family closet is this: don’t open
the door. Keep quiet.
But people being people,
usually, there will be those who
press*' £dr.'- «cl-s to personal
questions. This makes keeping
secrets difficult; hut there’s a
way. You may use a broad men
tal reservation—which is just
an evasive or double-meaning
answer. It’s wrong to do this to
one who-has-a right to know the
truth. But if the answer is none
of the questioner’s business—
evade away!
When you’re asked if your
teeth are your own, just answer:
“They’re not my grampa’s!”
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