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A Merry Christmas
A Happy New Year
Rosa Mae Kurts
Ruth K. Krady
Janet Weaver .
Ruth Martin V
M« T« Brackbill
Paul I^ndis”''"— --
December 9, 1942 E. M. S.
As we listened to Brother Knias1 stories of
India our hearts ware stirred. How nuch of
poverty and pain and unsatisfied hunger there
is in that land today* Among the poorer olass-os
a bowl of rice is the day’s fare and 2j l the
day9o wage. Soornod and despised by all, the
low oasto nan works long hard hours but ie unable
to provide food for himself and his family
or to avoid sinking deeper in debt with every
Still mors heartrending is the story of the
woman who for months and years crossed and recrossed
India seeking always the peace of heart
which never came. Barefooted she climbed steep
mountains whose rooks were so sharp that she
left bloody foot prints in the snow. Returning
to the lowlands she sat for hours in the hot
sun with five fires built around her. Thia
trial nearly caused her death. Finally, she
heard the gospel story and that peace which
passes understanding entered her soul.
Surely we in America have been blessed a~
bove these 1
Registration Day, Saturday, December 12
Semester exams, December 14-18
Christmas vacation, December 18-29
Short Term begins, December 29
Vol. IV, No. 15
The shades of night have fallen. As I
look out my east window I distinguish by the
campus lights a flaky prelude to the coming
Christmas season. How beautiful! How suggestive
of purity. Several of the artistic crystal
a alight on the edge cf the window sill,
Many more descend gently to the shrubbery below.
Each flako of whiteness in an unassuming
manner contribute!) to the showing forth of
Kay each of our lives as a flake of
Christmasy snow, sparkle, glisten, and beam
with joy in obeisance to the heavenly Child*
Brother Lloy Kniss has been secured as
principal at Johnstown Bible School this coming
winter. * * *
Our Dean of Mon io rapidly recovering from
the effects of a broken rib, the results of a
oollision in a recent basketball game.
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Six Mission Study Classes are being offered
this year. God’s Missionary lamps of Past
Generations, Great Mennonite Missionaries and
Leaders, Summer Bible School, Foreign Missions,
Personal Evangelism, City and Rural Missions. ■jf * *
Lawrence Brunk in Mixed Chrous on Monday
"tried to get off pitoh but couldn’t find a
tone to get off pitch on.M The particular song
will be sung on the coming Christmas Program.
Vespers at Madison
We were vary glad for the privilege of attending
the Vespers at Madison College Sunday
evening from 5i00 until 5t45.
The Christmas muBic sung by the Chorua and
soloists was very melodious and sweet.
The antiphotiil effect was beautiful as the
strains of pipe organ music eohoed and reeohoed
from unknown spheres.
In the last scene there was a host of an-gelic
figures forming a half circle around Mary
as she hold the likeness of Jesus in her arms.
Pour angelio figures knelt around the Madonna
with their hands crossed* The soene closed
with a solo sung by Mar jr.
Under the Eaves
stood at my window this morning, ’way up
under the eaves, and saw a lot of interesting
people and things. Above me was a sparrow.
The sparrow and I looked and looked for quite a
xvhile. Suddenly I was startled, but only for a
moment, when the sparrow said quite calmly,
“Don't those children sledding down that hillside
look happy and contented?"
When I had gained my composure, 1 answered,
"Yes, the pleasure and thrill which they get
from slipping so speedily down the hill, far
outshines the walk back up” . Then the sparrow,
wise little creature, said, "I have noticed
though that a lot of people deny themselves much
pleasure and happiness because it takes too much
Then there was silence again. I saw smoke
rising from chimneys, green roofs, white roofs,
the mountains nearby hid in the clouds, and a
fine line of orimeon topping the crest of one
mountain. Finally I said to the sparrow, "Seema
to me the clothes on that lino over there are
"Well," said the sparrow, "they, too are
like a good many people I havo seen. They won’t
budge unless they are pushed, end because there
is no wind today they just hang like sulky children."
I looked more olooely at the sparrow. I
decided that either Mrs. Sparrow had pushed him
out on the wrong side of the bed this morning
or else he had taken a course in psychology.
Onoe he got started I thought I ’d never get him
He drew n$r attention to the henhouse below
Hartman’s. Outside was a chicken and coming a-round
the comer of the house was a woman, cautiously
trying to direot the wayward fowl to a
email opening near the end.
I thought, "I wonder v;hat comnonto Mr.
Sparrow has now." But strangely ho said nothing.
1 eaw that he was watching and hadn't
missed one movement over there. I decided he
was either disgusted very badly or else had
nothing to say.
Just then a little boy ran by below n$r
window. lie was jogging along, humming. At hia
side dangled a green lunch box. What a pioture
of innocence and trust* I watched him cross
the campus, headed in the direction of the little
red sohoolhouse. Then I waGvthe sparrow
oritio would say something. He did too, and it
was muoh better than I expected. "There, sighte
like that are what really mako my day worthwhile
"And redeem the human race an far as you
are concerned," I suggested.
"YesI" was the emphatic answer I reoeived.
Then when I thought l£r. Sparrow was in a better
mood, I was nearly mortified to soe a generous
bit of fuzzlo-puasy and hair come dancing along
on the other way. Above mo there was an exasperated
oough, then a flutter, and looking up,
I thought the sparrow would pop with indignatico
For a moment he was too astounded and indignant
to say a word. But when he did! "Why must
people shake their mopa out of windows? They
nearly choke us poor sparrows. Something must
be done about it." Than he spurted out again,
"We gladly vacated the caloony for your convenience.
I guees 7/e oan do the same here."
Then as a last dig before he flew away
he said, "But I guoss that ia $uat a sample of
what they keep in their rooms!" Was ray face
— Isabel Groh
"There's Music in the Air." and we enjoyed
its strains as it vibrated through the Chapel
during last week's activities period.
When the first group ascended the platform
we thought it was the Junior Chrouo, but the
muaio instructor, Brother Mark Stauffer, assured
us that it was the Muaio A and B classes.
They sang well with a great deal of life and
The College Introduction to Music class
favored us with a few selections from their
pretty silver song books. We oan still hear
the echo of "Old Black Joe".
The last number of the program was a real
treat by the Male Chorua, who sang to us challenging
and inspiring songs.
— Beulah Lehman
Did you hear a hammer patohing a broken
window pane Sunday night?
I understand a m o w bailor broke the pane, but a gentleman fixed it for the night, so it
would not bo sc cold in the morning for us to wash. Thank you. Brother Me Ivin a --Karl Ttertin
December 9, 1942
Strange, Isn’t It?
That i -
The ancestry of the guinea pig is not known.
The Armadillo, which lives in burrows, should
be covered with a "ooat of mail"«
The Anteater Bhould have the tinlast brain of
The Sloths should spend their entire life
The Ground molo should fill his larder with
decapitated earthworms* Alive but headless
they are unable to esoape.
That so many animals are misnamed. Guinea
pigs are not ”piga"s ground squirrels are not
"squirrels”; gophers are not "salamanders" j
prairie doge are not "dogs"; and the muskrat
is not a "rat".
The Beaver ha0 the almost uncanny ability to
seleot the very beat spot in which to build a
The Giraffe is the only living creature that
oan trot and gallop at the same time.
The Pronghorn antelope is not an "antelope",
whereas the Mountain goat is not a "goat" but
The coney of Scripture, a small furry little
beast, should be related to the rhinoceros.
The multitudinous movements of the elephant's
trunk are controlled by 40,000 muscles.
Elephants cannot run or trot, only pace.
The Hippopotamus should sweat blood.
Christopher Columbus, on the ooast of Haiti,
mistook the Manatees for mermaids.
The Raccoon will wash its food in water before
The Faok-rats, whenever they steal anything,
will replace it with another object*
Human beings are the strangest creatures alive.
At your leisure rsad ’'Strange Animals and
Their Stories", by Vorrill. This book ia in the
— D. Ralph Hostetter
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Who is that boy who always ViB.ita until the ?
Sunday morning sermon tcjarmioure hie fingernails;
The snip— snip of that nail clipper is very annoying
to' those trying to worship.
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"Harki How the Bella"“-ending with a low
"bom" by the basses, rang from the Chapel as
last year’s ohorus members gathered together to
sing soma old songs* Pleasant memories of last
year filled our minds as w® sang those joyful
Christmas Carols. The Hallelujah Chorus was
sung from the heart by those to whom it has
grown dear. When we sang "The Lord Bless You
and Keep You" as our final song, I am sure we
were all glad that wo are living in a land of
( \ / ' ( — A test Year's Chorus
By the Hearth
My dears, at this time of the year my
heart warms up with the spirit of rejoicing that
is all about us and in us. Life comes to something
of a floodtide in anticipations and preparations.
With vacation just a fortnight a-head,
the holidays of all the holidays of the
year, with bright, happy expectancies in giving
and receiving just down by the corner soon to be
traught in the last few sweeps of Old Time's
sythe, there is increased animation among us.
Have each of you a nut-cracker and help
yourselves to these pecans. They'll give you
Christmas dreams tonight. Just toss the shells
in the fire. You notice these yule logs burn
with bright colors.
This is the colorful season. Your oarols
in praoticing groups and in the kitchen and
everywhere make the Sonrise last all day. Your
chorus songs join in the riot of prismatic rays.
Wes are approaching rapidly a midyear climax or
perhaps several of them. With socials, special
programs, and contests in the offing, and with
examinations just a week away, and gospel tours
in the planning, to say nothing of all the little
lovely extras that Christmas always brings
with you, you are indeed in a sort of race ivith
Old Man Time and his sickle. And then these
Saturday school days had to come yat to put
hurdles in your vmy.
But you will all fly over them with winning
banners, and before you will have oaught your
breath quite, you will be home, amazed at how
quiokly it was over.
Here are still some pecans. Put some in
your pockets. I shall not detain you long tonight.
You now think of home. When you get
home you will think of mo, and I of you. A safe
journey to you, a beautiful vacation and a safe
return. God bless you.
— Your Alma Mater
Feature Article f/=2
Ah heard by those in charge on Third
V.'here ia the broom? -
May I have t*oro© nose dropa?
la Brother Melvin inf Well, when will he be in?
Telephone for me? Now who could it be§ . ( r r 7 ; y J ccc Where are the keys to the attio?
How about my going home tomorrow? Will I get a.
Hay I be exoused fron Chapel? I have a headache*
Is it all right if I study this evening with
May I have per to uae Room C for a oomnittee
May Carl, Prank, Paul, Willis, and 1 go to town?
Did you see iny Greek book anywhere?
I 9d like to see in the lost box to aee if my now
shirts are in thore®
May I use the dictionary?
Who are you talking to?
Do you know what Aldsbaran is?
Whom do I see about ordering packed lunch?
Do we have special tables in the Dining Hall
What is the arrangement for classes tomorrow?
I would like to get out to go to the hatchery
tomorrow morning. Where will you have the kayo?
May I have the gargling solution?
Do you have a Concordance?
My bulb burned out tonight* May I have another
Gould I have a thumb tack?
Is the ’’Call of the Night Rider" in yet?
How long till the bell?
Do you have anything for the sore throat?
Anyone going to town tonight?
Can you keep a secret? My sister is getting
married tomorrow night*
The latest addition to the third floor
library is a ten page travelogue from Ray Yoder
whose travels ai^oe he left school have been many
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"It fia snowing,** I remarked*
Frances Lantz, who recently moved to Virginia
from Mississippi, looked up from her studies
with amazements “That's the first time
I ’ve seen snow since I was four years oido It’s
the funniest looking stuff I ever saw*1*
She seomed to be quito thrilled, but I
■sras just as thrilled because I had not eeen snow
since last winter*
Welcome to the showS
— Esther S* King
Fublio Literary Progi-am
Publie Speaking C la a S'— Friday evening
Three Golden Gates Renter Shank
Egomania Paul Peachey
Friends in Neod and Friends Indeed
Pull, Bail or Cut Bait J, Rons Goldfua
Little Things Raymond Sauder
Everyday Mirages Rons M. Ooldfue
The Thrill of Life Ellen Keener
Failure a Stopping Stone to Success Ruth Kracfy
State Trade Barriers Must Go David Landis
What We Profciic Norman Derstine
The Picture that Lived Goldie Hummel
Thanatopsie Ruth Stauffer
Consumption Melvin Weaver
The Soldier5 s Reprieve Mabel Berkshire
If the Stars Shone Once in a Thousand Years -
Obserrations of a Traveler
India ia a land of extremes and inconsistencies*
But it is, atr Brother Knias told us,
an open area for great possibilities*
Since he was away from the United Ctatea
for fourteen years ha was able to notice the
changes that havo t&k*sn place here* Probably
th3 greatest difference he mentioned is the present
strife everywhere for the material dollar—
the pursuit that haa companionship with all of
the other internal troubles that are surrounding
Probably through there leotures we realized
more keenly the privilege that ie cura because
wo are Airier lean citizens and also citizens of
the Higher Kingdom*
Hay Ye vre could learn some' worthwhile lessons
from our Indian brother who pays no attention
to styles of olothing out who knows the
place of a servant*
We wish the Master’s benediction on Brother
Knias as he continues to aervoo
— Ellen Keener
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