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It made me realize that there is no face or experience so familiar but that someday I may see it more clearly, more accurately, with better understanding. Mary R. Heath, Muskogee, Okla. JENNY HAS CEREBRAL PALSY. Not long ago I turned away from God, stopped praying, and became bitter about my lot in life all because our daughter had cerebral palsy. But when we took Jenny to a clinic, I saw children who had no control over their tiny bodies, who couldn't utter an intelligible word, whose mental faculties were damaged. Then I looked at Jenny. She has full use of her left arm and partial use of the right; she walks quite well, and her speech is only slightly impaired. I realized then how fortunate she was, and since that day I have never missed offering a prayer of thanks as well as ' a prayer for those other children and parents less fortunate than we. Mrs. E. M. Duke, Memphis, Tenn. REFORMED LITTERIUGS. In 1946 we took a trip from the West Coast to the East and thoughtlessly pitched debris through the car windows as we drove along. We thought nothing of it, and the roadside looked as if no one else did either. Last Summer we took another trip and followed the hints we had read about taking paper bags along in the car for litter. We left the bags in waste barrels along the way, and we noticed as we drove along how much cleaner the road side was than 10 years before. It seems as though many other drivers are cooperating to make traveling more enjoy able! Mrs. A. R. G., Boise, Ida. W Pay $10 for Your Utfrs We welcome your views on any subject of general interest. 1 we print your letter, you will receive $10. Letters must be signed, but names wilt be withheld on request. We reserve the right to edit contributions. Letters cannot be returned. Address Letters Editor, Family Weekly, 179 North Michigan Avenue, Chicago 1, III. ... I have managed to do myself out of 100 large, fat dollar bills. I have also retained a typewriter for which I have no love and little respect. After I emerged from the fanciest of all fancy airliners, I laid siege to the baggage counter for my luggage. It was all there, including my portable typewriter, which had been taken sick. Its hard green shell hung off its innards disclosing a wild view of flapping gills and dislocated arteries. It inspired in me pure hatred. The airline folk were nonplussed. I worked up feeble in dignation of my own. The porter wrapped my typewriter in baling wire and sent me home to await developments. I'll say this for the airlines: they don't spin their wheels. They called me long distance and offered, sight unseen, to pay a cool hundred, if necessary, for a new typewriter. They said they'd trust my judgment. Visions of sugarplums danced in my head. I lay awake ' N- C,co ,, ,. Contents contemplating the delight of an electric portable, a silent sphinx, a little servant which would come when I whistled or lie down and play dead. I could scarcely wait for morning to begin the great adventure. By dawn's early light I wrestled the mess of baling wire and fevered machinery to my friend, Martin. He got out his stethoscope and thermometer and peered anxiously into the old boy's metal gullet. "Well, now," he opined, "things aren't so bad. I expect we'll have him up and around in no time." My airline castles tottered. "No new typewriter? No 100 bucks?" "Hardly that," murmured Martin. "Just a few minor repairs." I have now written the airline the happy news. Pretty soon my old antagonist will be with me again, as good as the miserable day I picked him out. I suppose I ought to feel proud that I remembered honesty is the best policy. But sometimes I wish I hadn't made it to Sunday School.
