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IF MEN CAN FIGHT AND DIE AS ALLIES . . .
All Races to Have One Place to Pray for Peace
. . . THEY CAN WORSHIP AND LIVE AS ALLIES
^ H ( pH | LL |p S ——
PRAYER FOR D.N. CHAPEL
(“The United Nations is to provide
a non-denominational chapel in its
new home where men of all nations
may pray.”—News Item)
In this small room will be the
cathedral, the mosque, the syna
gogue, the temple and the parish
chapel.
Within these four walls will be
the prayer-room of the world.
To this place let the white man
and the black man, the Christian
and the Jew, the yellow man and
the brown man, the Hindu, the
Moslem and the Buddhist—men of
all races 1 and creeds—gather to
hear the still, small voice of what
ever God they worship.
Here the representatives of
all peoples shall come humbly
and devoutly in their separate
faiths and reach understand
ings that will save a stricken
world.
Here let them kneel separately
and at a time of their own choosing
and ask their God or gods that
their words and actions may never
make a mockery of the precepts
of whatever religion they observe
and cherish.
—
Guide them as they Invoke You.
Keep their minds clear and make
their decisions just; rid them of
suspicions, fears and hatreds.
Let them never lose sight of the
belief that the Supreme Being of
their own faith and of all faiths
loathes war and holds peace and
the brotherhood of man foremost.
*
Seldom have the representatives
of peoples from the four corners
of the earth been in a more dif
ficult spot; rarely have human
beings faced tasks more colossal;
never have their decisions meant
life or death, joy or misery, laugh
ter or tears to so many millions.
Grant that they may not
quibble over the details of this
room, its appointments or its
mood.
Help them realize that if men
can fight and die as allies, they
can worship and live as allies; that
men who serve together in the
same armies and navies and in the
same cause can worship in the
same cloister and in the same hope!
*
Here let all men find that If
there is to be one world there must
be one brotherhood, one depth of
devotion, one abiding confidence in
a Supreme Being.
Make them understand that
If a man is not contaminated
in the use of another man’s
council chambers, routines and
customs in daily considerations,
he can never be contaminated
by the use of a common meet
ing place for -meditation and
prayer.
Here may no man forget that in
every faith a man of any other
faith may find the essence of his
own faith: The belief in divine
guidance. Prayer is universal.
How strange that until now those
who have come together from all
parts of the earth to face the most
complicated problems of recorded
time have failed to provide a com
mon meeting place in which to
seek guidance!
Of all moments in history when
men of every race, color and creed
needed divine council, this is the
most desperate. How barren and
hopeless have been these edifices
of world peace without recognition
of a God above! How futile these
proceedings in council chambers
of 100 rooms without one room for
a Creator!
May this quiet room be hal
lowed! Here there is no publi
city; here no photographers,
no newsreels, no microphones,
tensions.
Here he may sit not as an im
portant statesman, harassed dip
lomat or instructed agent, worried
over the reactions at home, but
rather as a child reaching for the
hand in which he has confidence,
pleading for the light, believing
that nothing matters more than a
cause be just.
*
This room shall be no device of
architects, blueprinters and con
struction crews, its value to be
measured in dollars; this shall be
a room dedicated in the spirit of
all faiths ... a hushed chamber
where every man may find the
mood of his own temple.
Within these walls may the United
Nations see the universal altar and
find that guidance, inspiration and
wisdom without which there can be
no lasting peace and no brother
hood of man.
Here at last there is “room in the
inn!"
By INEZ GERHABD
A LITTLE over two years ago
two young men, a singer and
a comedian, decided to form the
team of Dean Martin and Jerry
Lewis. Today they are considered
top entertainers, switching from
night clubs to radio to movies with
the greatest of ease. There is no
definite format for their NBC pro
gram on Sunday nights, except that
they can be expected to show up on
MABTIN AND LEWIS
time. They have just completed
a Paramount picture, "My Friend
Irma”; Martin is Jane’s romantic
interest in the movie version of the
radio show, and Jerry, an orange-
juice salesman is his side-kick.
Give them another two years and
there’s no telling what they’ll be
doing!
Kirk Douglas is back in Holly
wood after a New York visit that
was strictly business; he covered
the swing cafes, getting back
ground material for his first star
ring role, in Warner Bros.’ "Young
Man With a Horn.”
The famous coach in which
King George V made his cere
monial drive at the Royal
Ascot race meeting will be
used in a sequence in Alfred
Hitchcock’s ’’Under Capricorn.”
Ingrid Bergman, Joseph Cot
ton and Michael Wilding star.
Lucille Ball, of the movies and
CBS’ “My Favorite Husband,”
may be a glamorous star to other
people, but to her bandleader hus
band, Desi Arnaz, she’s "Johnny.”
He gave her the nickname because,
around their ranch, she looks like
a tomboy. Her favorite “at home”
togs are dungarees and an old
sweater and straw hat.
Barbara Stanwyck, whose au
burn hair is now mostly a beautiful
gray, refuses to dye it for films.
She feels that would be dishonest!
knyway, she thinks dyed hair
looks artificial and gray hair is
•sually becoming.
The
By
Richard H. Wilkinson
Fiction DISLIKED
Corner
1 HAVE NEVER known a man to
be more wholeheartedly disliked
than Henry Spafford. The reason
for it is his braggartly qualities,
his oversearing sense of import
ance.
We tolerate him because we like
his wife, Madge, but even so our
toleration is a chore. The other
night I was over to the Spafford’s
and sat through an hour of Henry’s
bragging. It seems that the big
boss in New York—Henry is em
ployed by the Jason Reid Steamship
Company—called up the Philadel
phia office where
Henry works and
Henry answered
the phone.
“Jay’s a great
guy,” Henry told
me, referring to the incident.
"He’s asked me to run up to New
York to see him a couple of times.
I must remember to do that.”
“Who’s Jay?” I asked.
"Jay?” Why, Jason Reid, who
owns the line, of course.”
“Oh,” I said.
“The way to get along in any
business,” Henry went on, “is to
let the boss know right off he can
depend on you. That’s the way I
am with Jay."
I left the Spafford home an
hour later, furious that I had
stayed so long, pitying Madge
and disliking Henry with a re
newed sense of disgust. “Some
thing," I told Betty, my wife,
“ought to be done about that
punk. Now he’s calling Old Man
Reid, Jay.”
“The thing to do,” Betty smiled,
“is to be amused at his ravings,
not annoyed. He doesn’t hurt any
one, and there’s always Madge to
think of.”
“Even Madge,” I replied, "won’t
keep me from hitting that guy one
of these days. Something,” I re
peated, “ought to be done about
him.”
Whether or not my thinking about
it had anything to do with what
happened a couple of days later I
will never know. Henry was fired.
Without warning or explanation he
was given a couple of weeks’ pay
and was bounced out on his ear.
My first reaction when Betty told
me about it was one of exuberance,
a fiendish desire to rush over there
and gloat, to sneer: “I told you so!
Why don’t you call up your friend.
Jay, wise guy?” But this feeling
passed immediately. Curiously it
was followed by one of pity. The
more I thought about it the deeper
became my sympathy. What greater
humiliation, I thought, could a man
endure than this that confronted
Henry Spafford?
EXT DAY I called Hal Wheaton
and asked him to have lunch
Minuts
Fiction
“Have you heard about Henry?”
I asked when we were seated.
Hal nodded, avoiding my eyes.
“I met the poor devil on the street
this morning. I don’t mind saying
that it was an ordeal.”
I thoughtfully lighted a cigaret.
“Hal,” I said, “think of Madge.
Isn’t there something we can do?"
“Well,” said Hal, "I’ve been
wondering, too. Poor Madge."
He conghed. “I called Bob Tay
lor of the Taylor Lines this
morning. Bob says that he might
be able to do something for
Henry on our recommenda
tion.”
“I guess.” I grinned, “that’s the
answer."
And it was. Henry and Madge
were over three days later. "I un
derstand you’ve got a new job?” I
remarked to Henry.
“Yes," he said with a bored look
on his face. “Bob Taylor called up
as soon as he heard that I was free,
and asked if I’d consider a position
with him. Well, you know when a
man offers you more money—”
I glanced at Betty. There was a
faint smile on her face. I suppose
she was amused. I hope so. Be
cause an hour later, with Henry
still blowing, I was mad enough to
choke him, and almost did.
CROSSWORD PUZZLE
ACROSS
1 Low,
concave
vessel
5 Plant ovule
9 S-shaped
molding
10 Long-eared
rodent
11 A diacriti
cal mark
(Sp.)
12 Rub out
14 Employ
15 A skin
tumor
16 Chromium
(sym.)
17 Deck with
vulgar
finery
20 Marsh,
21 Part of a
locomotive
22 Narrow
roadway
23 Flower
26 Wades across
stream
27 Shower
28 Tease
(colloq.)
29 Strange
30 Canadian
city
34 Officer
of the Day
(abbr.)
35 Portion of
a curved
line
36 Breeze
37 A smithy
39 Think
41 Chef
42 Fuel
43 Casks
44 Concludes
DOWN
1 Capital
(Idaho)
2 Eyed
3 Marry
Solution in Next Issue.
No. 35
4 Side away
from wind
5 Gloss
6 Merit
7 Epoch
8 To go down
11 Slow,
clumsy boat
(colloq.)
13 Sea eagles
15 Network
18 Sacred
picture
(Russ, ch.)
19 Slate-ax
20 Distant
22 Timber wolf
23 Test
24 Fish
25 Cover
26 Coniferous
tree
28 Fabulous bird
30 Migrates
31 River
nymph
(Class,
myth.)
32 Colors
slightly
33 Metallic
rock
35 Eager
38 Spawn of
fish
39 Open
(poet.)
40 Enclosure
Answer to Fnule Number S4
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Series K—48
with me.
Dr. Foreman
SCRIPTURE: Mark 14:12-26: Luke
22-7-38.
DEVOTIONAL READING: I Corin
thians 11:23-28.
The Lord's Supper
Lesson for May 22, 1949
L ET US CLEAR UP some very
common misunderstandings of
what the Christian religion is.
Some (both enemies and friends)
think it consists in
turning one’s back
on the world, liv
ing in a sort of
happy wonderland
where the evil of
the world is alto
gether shut out and
forgotten. Another
notion is that
Christianity p r e-
sents an angry God
(or one who can
very easily be made angry) laying
down the law to mankind. Another
is that Christianity is a purely in
dividual affair. And still another
is that the Christian religion con
sists of the teachings of Jesus and
that is all it is. Every one of these
misunderstandings vanishes in the
light that shines around the Lord's
Supper.
• • m
Betrayal
P eople sometimes think that
religion shuts men’s eyes to
the ugly realities of life. Some re
ligions try to do so; but not the re
ligion of Christ. He knew the kind
of world this is; he never let his
disciples forget it.
On that last night, dark forces
were abroad. Jesus’ enemies
were closing in on him. One of
his own circle would betray
him. Yet it was in that sort of
atmosphere, heavy with betray
al and hatred, that Jesns began
this sacrament of faith, hope
and love.
The true Christian does not live
in a fool's paradise, he does not
Imagine that everything is lovely in
the nicest of possible worlds. The
sacrament which is the heart of his
worship is itself a reminder of the
ugliness of the world which man’s
sin creates.
• • •
Blessing
«#||ND HE BLESSED the bread
**...” If Christianity con
sisted mainly of condemning wick
edness and denouncing sinners, then
at the center of our worship we
would have some symbol of dread
and awe, like fire and brimstone, a
consuming flame.
But no — at the heart of our
worship is a thing as simple,
plain and friendly as a loaf of
bread, bread on which the bless
ing of God has been asked.
Blessing, not cursing; invita
tion, not threatening, is at the
heart of our religion.
Whenever you see some one whose
chief idea of being a "good Chris
tian” is going around proclaiming
the meanness of the world, cawing
at everybody and everything.
Breaking
rr H ND BROKE IT, and gave
•TL _ _ •• Artists have tried in a
single picture to express the mean
ing of Christianity. Some of the pic
tures are beautiful, but many of
them miss an important truth. What
shall it be? A picture of a ship
wrecked woman clinging to a rock?
Of a saint praying in a long soli
tary vigil? These leave out some
thing vitaL For Christianity is a
fellowship. No Christian is com
plete by himself.
At the heart of onr religion is
a Communion. Few if any
Protestant churches allow any
one even a minister, to give the
Holy Communion to himself, by
himself.
The true Christian never finds
himself, his true self, alone; only
in fellowship. A Christian belongs
with other Christians as much as
one coal in a bed of coals belongs
with all the rest.
Blood
J ESUS TEACHINGS are so impor
tant, so full of wisdom and of
living power, that often some one
will say that Jesus was a teacher
and only a teacher, and that follow
ing his teachings is all that Chris
tianity is. Jesus did not think of it
in this way.
True, his teaching is of the
utmost importance; bnt that
was not and is not sill. As Mid
dleton Murry said years ago,
Jesus was the only teacher who
has died for his teaching. Bnt
he did more than that: be died
for those he taught.
The cup at the Holy Communion
reminds every one who partakes
of it that Christ was not only a
teacher, he was a sacrifice.
(Copyright by the International Coun
cil of Religious Education on behalf of
10 Protestant denominations. Released
by WNU Features.
Peter Stoffel, Itinerant Knight of Fiddle,
Tours Country in His 'Shop' Seeking Work
MILWAUKEE. — William Peter
Stoffel, who lives at the Elks chib
in Milwaukee when he’s at home,
follows an ancient and well loved
trade—that of the itinerant knight
of the fiddle. But with variations.
He travels not only with his violins
but with his violin workshop. He
has a touring violin hospital.
Most of his patients are violins
owned by students in graded and
high schools and colleges. He fixes
their fiddles, gives them shop talk
and pep talk, and does a bit of fid
dle trading with them and their
teachers to keep the Stoffel pot
aboiling.
It was 20 years ago that Stoffel
changed over from fiddles as a
hobby to fiddles as a business. He
has established his portable shop
and smile in hundreds of schools
in Wisconsin and the rest of the
nation.
Playing at 8
All his life Stoffel has been a fid
dle fan. He comes from Racine,
Wis., where his father, Jacob Stof
fel, Jr., was a merchant and bank
er, and organizer of the Racine
zoo. It was a musical family and
William Peter took up violin play
ing at 8 under the well known Mil
waukee teacher Albert Fink, a
pupil of the great European virtu
oso Joseph Joachim. But William
only fiddled for fun in those days.
He attended grade and high
schools and business college in
Racine, and went to work for the
real estate department of the old
Bloodgood, Kemper & Bloodgood
law firm.
But business never interrupted
too much with his fiddling proclivi
ties. Even as a youth, with his
father’s assistance, he took up col
lecting, with no thought of profit,
and assembled a dozen violins
from the French, German and
Italian schools. He had a discrimi
nating touch even then, he avows.
In 1927 he went to Europe and
picked up a few more in Czecho
slovakia, France and England.
“Over there violin making is
still a home craft, and you have
to visit the little towns and the
shops in the homes to pick up the
authentic national product,” he
explains. “When you find speci
mens from good English and Ital
ian and Bohemian makers, you
are proving that you know your
stuff.”
Started in Depression
In t h e late 1920s he returned
from another European trip and
ran into the grim depression. Real
estate had little to offer in those
days, so he pulled out, and sought
to do something with his fiddles, of
which he had a respectable collec
tion.
“Madison, Wis., aims to be an
intellectual and cultural town,” he
mused. So to Madison he went,
took a hotel suite and advertised:
“Come and see my string instru
ments.” He stayed there a couple
of months, did some business, and
then moved on to the University of
Iowa, which has a music school
outstanding i n orchestra and
string playing.
“Let me set up shop here,” he
proposed to the dean, “and I’ll
service your instruments and find
better instruments for the musi
cians.”
“No, no, we’ve never done any
thing like that,” the dean replied.
But at last he permitted Stoffel to
take over a room in the music
school if Stoffel agreed to make
sales on the university’s property.
“I stayed at Iowa university off
and on for a couple of years, even
though there was no profit in it,”
he recalls. “Students hhve little
money for such things. My first
year there cost me $2,500—but I
had a lot of fun, and placed a few
dozen fiddles, and fixed up their'
instruments, and best of all, I got
a boost from the Iowa faculty. X
got credentials that gave me ad
mittance to other schools.
Smashed Violin
“It wasn’t all fun, to be sure.
One young fellow clumped into my
workroom and pulled a string <rf
violins off the wall, and a $400 in
strument at the bottom was
crushed.
“In talking with these young
sters and looking over their in
struments, I find that 90 per cent
of the fiddles are not in top condi
tion, and usually they can be put
into good condition with little cost
and effort—you know, proper
alignment, getting the bridge and
the neck and other parts straight
ened out — just like getting tha
motor of your car tuned up.
“Even a cheap instrument can
be improved in tone and perform
ance by proper alignment. I don’t
talk dollars to these students—I
talk fiddle lore, and love for the
instrument, and the importance of
good tone. And while I take their
fiddles to my bench for a going
over, I create the interest in and
desire for better playing and bet
ter instruments.”
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