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The Perfect Friend By Helen Howarth Lemmel
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Once I was one of two to speak to a group of boys in London, in a mission on the wharves of the Thames River. They were for the most part homeless,- and that dreary riverside with its bar rels and boxes furnished the places where they slept, if a policeman did not rout them out. One of the boys, with the reddest up-and-outstanding ha i r framing a freckled face, caught my eye at once. I was glad when my coworker opened the meeting. He started by saying: 'Tell me, lads, what is your idea of a perfect friend?" The boy named "Red," whom 1 had been watching so closely, shot into the air a thin hand and arm from which' fluttered strips of what was once a sleeve, "Please, sir," he answered, "a per fect friend is a feller 'ut knows all about you and likes you anyhow." A perfect answer, too. and I prayed that this boy should not only know such a "feller," but also know the Friend—-the Lord Jesus—who is the Friend in the song which his answer inspired. | ^ODAY IS the last day of the year,” announced Marcia glee- A fully to Peter, just as though he didn’t know. “We’ll take down the Christinas tree. Isn’t it funny,” she - laughed, “ that it’s such fun to put the tree up before Christmas, and yet it’s nice to take it down later. I think it is because the tree looks—well— sad, by the end of the week.” “Yes,” Peter agreed, taking off the topmost star on the tree. “Wilted, I’d Sail it.” “ I can try out my new saw, too,” Peter went oil. “Daddy will be pleased to.have the tree sawed into logs for the fireplace.” v “Good,” Mother exclaimed behind them. “I was just going to ask you to take the trimmings from the tree, and here you are—doing it just right. When you have finished, I’ll sweep,
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The Real New Year By MARGARET JACOBSEN
From Glad Songs, by Helen Howarth Lemmel . Copyright 1922. Used by permission. as the two- appeared in th e . living room doorway. “Came in and help us get ready for the New Year.” “I’m getting ready for the New Year, too,” Joan answered. “I’m making New Year’s resolutions.” “You are!” Marcia and Peter ex claimed together. “I th ou gh t.on ly grown-Ups made those." "Oh, but children can make them, too. Miss Martin told us all about it,” Joan said importantly. She was in the fourth grade and felt much older than Marcia and Peter who were only in the third. “I’m going to make up my bed every morning before I go to school. I’m going to help Mother set the table without grumbling. I am going to try to be kind and cheerful to. every one,” she recited, counting the resolutions on her fingers. “You’re going to do all of those things for a whole year?” Peter finally breathed. Joan laughed delightedly. “Of course not, silly,” she said. “Nobody keeps
and the house will be all nice and clean for the New Year.” “Is that why we always take down the tree on the last day of December?” Marcia asked. . “Yes,” Mother answered gaily. “Then even our house can begin the New Year right—clean and bright.” “That’s a good idea!” P e t e r ex claimed. Marcia looked up from the tissue paper, in which she was care fully wrapping the shiny blue, silver, red, and green balls, and she nodded. Just- then the door bell rang, ahd Peter jumped up so quickly that he scattered some of the tinsel on the floor. “Oh, hello, Joan,” Marcia heard him say. “Come on in. We’re taking down our Christmas tree this morning. Then the house will be all clean and shin ing for the New Year.” “Hello, Joan,” Marcia greeted her
Junior Kings Business By MARTHA $. HOOKER Member of Faculty. Bible Institute of Los Angeles
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