Junior Endeavor Topics By J. H. S.
Let us storm his ugly castle, let us tear his web away; Let us drive away this spider. Heaven Jn mercy speed the day! Sunday, August 30.—Philippians 4:8 How Can We Make Pleasant Memories? Memory Is a Picture Gallery. Bring out the idea by questioning, e. g., Did you ever see a canary bird? Do you know how a canary looks? Can you see one now if you shut your eyes? Suppose we say that you have a picture of a can ary bird in your mind or memory. Before ever you had seen a canary or a picture o f one, did you know how it looked? But you can see the picture in your memory now. W e will imagine our minds to be rooms with empty walls which have been filled full, full of pictures, and on them new ones are being hung every instant. If you lived in a room full of pictures would you wish them to be ugly or beautiful? Our memories are like companions always with us. Our memories are like talking ma chines. The records hold everything we ever said or heard. Would you want a talking machine that would say over all the bad things you ever did, said or heard, and say them whether you would or not? Our Memories A re Always With Us. W e must see our pictures and hear our phonographs until we are old men and old women; and when we move over into the next world we shall have to take them with us. This is a dreadful thought if our rec ords are bad but a pleasant thought if they are agreeable. The story is told of a poor widow who with her little ones were turned out of her house and set out on the walk by her rich and cruel landlord. Her boy grew up to be an artist and painted the scene which was so plain in his .memory that when the landlord, now an old man, saw it in a public place he tried to buy it, at a great price, so that he could destroy it. But the artist would not sell it. Yet
Sunday, August 23.—Habakkuk 2:12, IS How Saloons Ruin Men We reprint below some lines very graphi cally suggestive of the ways of the saloon and the effects of strong drink. The leader should read them or have them read well, and see that the Juniors catch the main points. It will be well to call attention to the present campaign, its successes and prospects. The Wicked, Cruel Spider I KNOW a dingy corner where a wicked spider clings; Where he spins his web round bottles, glasses, jugs, and other things; And I listened in the shadow, as one day I passed along, And I heard the wicked spider, as he sang his cruel song: “Will you take a little cider? Will you call while passing by?” Said the wicked, crafty spider to the buzzing little fly; “Will you take a little lager? Surely you will not decline Just to take a drink of friendship; say, just sip a little wine.” “He is coming for his cider!” said the wick ed, cruel spider; “He is coming for his wine, and my cord shall round him twine; While he sits and sips his lager, I will whet my little dagger, And when he has drunk his wine he will find that he is mine! Ha! the little fool is coming, I can hear him buzzing, humming! He who comes to visit me, vainly struggles to be free. “You are welcome to my parlor; I am glad to see you come. Do not stay outside the entrance; please to make yourself at home. Will you take a little lager, while I sharpen up my dagger? Will you take a drop of wine? then you sure ly shall be mine; I will bind you, I Will grind you, though you . struggle, weep and pray; I will tie your hands behind you, you shall never get away; I will fight you, I will smite you, I will stab you, I will bite you, I will make you poor and needy, I will malse you old and seedy, I will make you bleared and bloated, and with rags and tatters coated, And your hat will look so shocking that the boys will all be mocking; I will haunt you till you die, then I’ll hang you up to dry!” O my boy! beware of cider, and of lager, and of wine, Then the wicked, cruel spider ne’er shall get a child of mine.
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