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MARTHA S. HOOKER, Editor, Associate Professor of Christian Education, Biola Bible College
THE LOVE OF A BOY Thank you, God, for the love of - a boy, For the warm, tight squeeze of his hand; For eyes that sparkle and feet that dash, And his feeling that life is grand! Thank you, God, for the love of a boy, For his rough-and-tumble fun; For his towsled hair and his cap awry, And the shouting when school is done! Thank you, God, for the love of a boy, For the silent depths of his soul; For his questing mind and his halting speech As he struggles to find life’s goal. Yes, thank you, God, for the love of a boy— Whole-hearted, impetuous, free— Thank you for all that he is today, And for all he is going to be! E r ic S. H o r n Biola ’25 CONTEST CORNER----- T his month we are happy to have an original drawing on this page by Harold Jacobs, age 14, of North Hollywood, Calif. He wrote and told us that he was saved when he was four. T he W orld matshop
Bible Picnic Quiz L ast August we published a Bible picnic quiz. We promised to give the names of all those sending in correct lists and here they are:. Charlotte Ayans, Arlington, Wash.; Frances Brownell, age 10, Yakima, Wash.; Alice L. Martin, age 954, Chula Vista, Calif.; Marie Thorn, Alberton, Mont.; Ralph Massey, age 12, Ontario, Calif., and Victor Der- bish, age 11, Ontario, Calif. In the various Scripture portions they found that many foods are men tioned that could be part of our pic nic. They are, in order: bread and water, butter, meat* eggs, salt, ap ples, grapes, melons, nuts, olives, pomegranates, milk, cakes of figs and bunches of raisins. Also as part of the picnic were a basket, valleys and hills, a grove of trees, a river and green grass. ☆ ☆ ☆ We are always happy when our readers send in original stories such as this one from Diane Loepp, age 10, of Shafter, Calif. We think you. will enjoy this story of a selfish puppy. The Selfish Puppy I have a puppy whose name is Friskie. The puppy is very cute, but yet is very selfish. He won’t even let his mother have anything to eat unless we hold him away. He reminds me of some chil dren who do not want to share things. God does not want us to be selfish like the little puppy. He wants us to share our belongings and be kind. Do You Want to Win a Dollar? A dollar has been sent to Har old and Diane because they took the time to write to us and send along their winning entries. The rules are simple, so get busy today and you may win. Just send us an original draw ing, story or poem. Stories should be 300 words or less ' and poems should be 12 lines or less. Please send the drawings in India ink. Be sure to give your name, address and age. We will be waiting to hear from you. A Bible Verse To Memorize "T h y word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee" (Psa. 119:11).
by Sally Hawthorne Illustration: Jack Hawthorne
A mystery story from the heart of Bolivia with a surprise ending
real, as the soft light glowed faintly over the furniture, casting shadows in the corner where the twins in their carriage drank Qut of tiny baby bottles. She could almost see into the kitchen, clear to the white stove where —what was that? Something with two bright eyes reflecting the lampshine! Oh, was it the spook Carmen was so sure lived in her doll house? Suddenly the cat leaped down off Yvie’s lap, bounced into the kitchen, knocking refrigerator, dishes and dolls this way and that. It was every- bit as good as a miniature earth quake. Yvie had sat transfixed, but now she jumped to her feet and into her parents’ room to get the big flash light. She flashed it under her bed where Kitty had scurried, and almost dropped it in surprise. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Back in a comer, sat Kitty, finishing off the ghost—a little fat mouse. Yvie was still there, when Mommy came in. “What on earth are you doing, honey? Are you praying, or » looking for something—at this hour of the night?” “Oh, Mommy! Kitty ate the ghost!” “Well, our famous mystery is solved at last . . . what did you say?” “ It was a mouse, a little mouse all the time!” Just before she closed her eyes, after Mommy had tucked her in, Yvie said, “You know something? I’m going to pray ’specially for Car men and her mother and father, that they won’t believe in their saints any more! Then maybe they’ll throw them away like I did!” She paused, for Mommy looked so puzzled. “You see, Mommy, I know those things are no good at all . . .and didn’t the Lord help me when I asked Him? I’ll tell you all about it . . . in the' morning, when I’m not sleepy.”
oRmt) eytlmo3nco«s As you glimpse into this differ ent kind of hat shop, you will probably agree that the world has finally tried on the only right hat.
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