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Religion In Life
By George Daniel, ]r.
When the apostle sets forth the idea that so
common a thing as the taking of food and drink
is to be conducted in the glory of God, he pro
claims the importance of religion in the ordin
ary affairs of life.
A man must live his religion. He cannot be a
Christian on the Sabbath and a worldling the
rest of the week. If a steamer puts out for Lon
don, and goes in that direction for one day and
in other directions for six more days, it will
never get there. Though a man praises God on
Sunday and seems to be voyaging homeward, but
on the other six days of the week lives a life of
the flesh, his ship will never enter the serene har
bor of Heaven.
The genuine Christian life is not momentary,
it does not change with circumstances. It labors
through heat and cold, up steep mountains and
along dangerous precipices. Its eye is on the
everlasting hills ot Paradise crowned with castles
of the blessed.
gjauinc Christian in our everyday
living, we must UJ -
years ago a deacon asked his minister wn/ ***
no longer had to preach to only the Woods
family. The congregation had filled up and the
church had become more prosperous than ever
before. The clergyman answered, I always do
my best even when the days are stormy and the
congregation few. lhat has been the secret ot my
getting on.’' No matter what occupation or pro
fession one might choose, let him do his best.
That is the secret of success.
In religion in life, one must bring Christ into
his conversation. When a flood comes and
hundreds of people are killed, or a fire snuffs out
the lives of scores of men, then people begin to
talk about the power of God, the uncertainty of
life, and they believe they are engaged in a truly
religious conversation. One may talk about all
this for days and have none of the grace of Jesus
Christ in his heart. Religion must be talked about
continuously. If there is anything important about
it, anything charming about it, anything good
about it, we ought to be discussing it.
A good life is brighter than the silvery waters
of the seas, it is more cheerful than the sunshine,
and Jesus Christ is the impersonation of all of it.
Let us not go around groaning about our religion,
when we should be singing and praising it in
cheerful tones.
I believe that the church and the Sabbath are
only an armory from which we draw weapons.
When war comes, a man fighting for his country
does not go to Washington or San Francisco to
do the battling, but he goes there to draw ammu
nition and supplies. On Sunday we get armed for
the Christian conflict; the battlefield is on Mon
day, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and
Saturday. A sermon is useless unless it can be
taken behind the plow, the counter, and the
desk. The Sabbath is useless if it lasts only
twenty-four hours.
We need to bring the religion of Christ into
our commonest trials in everyday living. For
severe disappointments, for trouble that disturbs
like an earthquake, and blasts like an icy wind,
religious consolation is the prescription. These tri
bulations shape our character. They mould us as
a sculptor shapes a statue; they bank our temper,
and they give us patience.
Again we must bring the religion of Christ
into our commonest blessings. When the autumn
comes, the harvests are in, the governors have is
sued proclamations, we assemble in churches and
we are very thankful. But every day ought to be
Thanksgiving Day. We do not recognize our
many blessings. We have to see someone blind
before we think of what a grand thing it is to
have eyesight, w e have to see a legless man be-
West Georgian Staff, 1946-1947
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Len Hutcheson
ASSOCIATE EDITOR Billie Cheney
SPORTS EDITOR - Clarence Salmon
FEATURE ERITOR Polly Gri fhn
CIRCULATION MANAGER Helen Brown
BUSINESS MANAGER - Joyce Jones
REPORTERS: Roy Fossett, Mildred Garner, George Daniel, Wil
liam Anthony, Bonnie Hutcheson, James Turner, Rebecca Burrus,
Frank Rushton, Betty Whiteside, Sue Quinton, Marion Moon, Edith
Harrod, Barbara Bishop, Betty Jean Johnson, Helen Dobbs, Sher
man Lindsay.
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IT SEEMS TO ME-
By Ross Fossett
Henry W. Grady once told of a burial in Pickens County,
Georgia. He said the grave was dug through solid marble, but the
m; Jc headstone C't e fro: ; Vermont. That the burial was in a
pine bui the pine cjfFin came from Cincinnati. That an
iron mountain overshadowed it, but the coffin nails and screws
came from Pittsburg. That hard woods and metals abounded, but
the corpse was hauled on a wagon which was made in South Bend.
That a hickory grove was near by, but the pick and shovel handles
came from New York. That the cotton shirt on the dead man came
from Cincinnati, the coat and breeches from Chicago, and the shoes
from Boston. That the folded hands were encased in white gloves
which came from New York and around the poor neck was twisted
a cheap cravet from Philadelphia. The country so rich in undevelop
ed resources furnished nothing for the funeral but the poor mans
body and the grave.
The history of industrial development in Georgia is one of
which we cannot be too proud. Many theories have been advanced
to explain or to excuse the tardiness of our industrial growth. Some
of the reasons, in fact the primary ones, are based on antagonism
for the so-called "mill class,” and on the prejudicial theories re
garding the presence of the Negro in the South. However valid
reasons may have seemed at times, in retrospect it is clear that they
were only mirages upon the horizon which never developed except
in the minds of the people. Then, too, the use of industry to imple
ment the economic well-being of the people was not considered and
money which would have returned its value many fold in mills and
factories were plowed back into the cotton fields.
We should be thankful that we are at last emerging from those
days of which Henry Grady spoke. Even though we have progress
ed far, the surface of the potential industrial wealth of this state has
only been scratched. There is a great future on the near horizon
for Georgia, if we will give of our time, energy, and vision to bring
it to realization.
To promote the growth of manufacturing plants, we, as citi
zens of this state, should become aware of the obstacles to full de
velopment; and seek to remove all these impediments from the
path. We should adjust our educational curricula to meet the needs
of a technical age, we need planning to promote suitable industries
for the state and to plan a balanced economy, we need increased
buying power of the people, and we need research to find new uses
for our raw materials. Too, Georgians have long been handicapped
by lack of money to finance the erection of home owned industries.
Yes, times have changed since Henry Grade spoke that dole
ful eulogy. We stand on the way to greater things—whether we go
forward or fall away depends on the energies we apply.
WE SHOULD GET TO WORK—it seems to me.
fore we praise the divine glory of God in giving us healthy limbs.
We take all things as a matter of course.
But suppose God withdrew our common blessings! This body
would then become a pit of torture, the cold would refuse the rain,
every green thing would crumple up, and the earth would crack
open under our feet. Let a sense of the divine goodness shown us
in the evryday blessings make us humble and thankful. For negli
gence wins the hiss of scorn while faithfulness will linger on long
after the earth is rendered to ashes and the eternal ages have be
gun to roll.
Let us live our religion every day of our lives, and so proclaim
this importance of religion in the ordinary affairs of life.
THE WEST GEORGIAN
(LampuS
CLARENCE SALMON
"Varsity Club;” "West Georgian;”
Born on a FRIDAY 13 in 1928 in Rome,
Georgia, was one Clarence Salmon. (Now we
understand and hold you blameless, fellow.
Fate!)
"Snookie” (to his casual acquaintances—more
endearing terms to his buddies) moved from
Rome to Cedartown in the middle of his senior
year in high school, but before leaving he manag
ed to get expelled for a week from Rome Hi
for hitting one Jack Pinson (familiar name, isn’t
it?) with a brick during chapel.
Clarence deems journalism the ideal career
and is sure to be a glorious success. It seems that
the University of Georgia is the next landmark
after West Georgia, in the way of reaching his
goal.
Salmon’s dream girl measures five feet six
inches, has laughing blue eyes and blonde hair.
She must appreciate his jokes. Salmon is six
feet one, 153 pounds heavy, has blue-green eyes,
and blonde hair.
Snookie loves dancing (he’s a whiz at it, too),
all kinds of sports, and girls in general. He likes
signs, too. Sign collecting is a hobby of pri
mary importance.
He definitely dislikes for people to owe
him money; and fish he hates fish! He dislikes
for owners to come after their stolen signs, also.
Salmon has a delightful (?) sense of humor;
he is always ready for fun; is definitely not the
quiet type, and appreciates himself to a certain
extent.
He is alert, brilliant, original in idea, and has
the ability to make friends easily. He’s an all
right guy! If you don’t believe it, ask the fellows
who know him best —-the Gunn House Gang!
HELEN ROSE TUCKER
President, French Club; Secretary, Press
Forum; Secretary, Adamson Hall; CHIEFTAIN.
Down in Manchester there lives a family of
Tuckers, eight children in all. July 27, 1926,
marks the day when Helen Rose became ''Tuck
er number six.”
Through school at Manchester, Grammar and
High, Helen had her share of fun, added her
bit of wit and wisdom to the ''blue and White,”
played the comedian in dramatic presentations,
and finally waved aside her high school days —
an honor graduate.
After playing the role of ''the working gal”
for a year, Helen came to West Georgia. She’s
done all right for herself too —being Sophomore
Superlative, and a "Dean’s List” student. She
accepts responsibility with alacrity and is most
dependable.
After changing her mind (woman’s privilege!)
any number of times, she had decided it’s either
a journalistic career or technical laboratory work
in the field of Medicine,
Helen is five feet, six and one-half. She has
blue eyes and blonde hair which is turning
brown as she grows older. She is modest, reserv
ed, and quiet enough to be interested. She vehe
mently declares she’s a man-hater and in the
same breath sighs that her ideal man is tall,
dark, and handsome, from Manchester, with a
big, beautiful, convertible.”
Among the things ’specially pleasing to Helen
come poetry, swimming, and dancing. She like?
science and math, astronomy being one of her
hobbies. She likes to be alone at times, to spend
week-ends in a cabin by a lake, and to walk in
the rain. She dislikes people who trample on
other’s rights.
Helen hasn’t decided what she’ll do after -
ing West Georgia in March. Wherever you go,
Helen, best of luck!!
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 1947