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The Image
on the Clock
When I was a child we had an old-fashioned clock
with a pendulum swinging behind a glass door and a carved
bonnet over the face. Year after year I looked at the glass
door and saw an abstract design painted in gold. After I was
older, I discovered that the tracery of gold was really a
picture of a snail, representing the passage of seconds as the
pendulum swung.
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
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we had read about taking paper bags along in the car for
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we noticed as we drove along how much cleaner the road
side was than 10 years before. It seems as though many
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... 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
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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.