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One spring I watched an elderly man dig a barren
plot of ground so narrow it might have been
a footpath if it hadn't been so close to a wall.
Curious, I asked what he intended to do.
"I'm digging a flower garden," he said with a
quizzical smile. "As the flowers blossom, they will
remind me of the bloom of youth. As they spread
their beauty, they'll remind me of the growth of life
and' all its fragrance. Even as they wither and die,
they'll remind me of my misspent years." Then he
sighed and went back to work.
The old man is dead now, but his flowers still thrive.
The wall they beautify is a prison wall, and the old
man was a lifer who spent most of his years behind
. bars. Warren G. Rowlett, Jefferson City, Mo.
Who's the Believer? When I operated a motel near
an Indian village in New Mexico, tourists often asked
me if Indians believed in God or still clung to their
old symbols. I usually told them this story:
One harvest time my neighbors hired an Indian to
help them put up the crops. At the noon meal on the
first day, everyone started eating as soon as the food
was passed everyone except the Indian. Asked if he
wasn't hungry, he said, "Yes, but I am waiting for
someone to thank God for this wonderful food."
Mrs. W. J. Currie, Orange, Calif.
Bedside Gardens. Here is. an idea for helping
shut-ins pass the time. Take a cardboard egg carton
and separate the top and bottom, setting one half
inside the other for reinforcement. Then, in the 12
individual sections, place some good soil and plant
different seeds in each section.
I've given these bedside gardens to people of all
ages, from 4 to 80, and all showed an intense interest
in watching the various plants grow. Mrs. S.F.N. ,
Tampa, Fla.
few:-
- ... the only big story he won't cover
will be his own obituary.
He will one day die, as he has lived,
on the job and there will be few who
know him who will not hurt inside, for
he has a peculiar knack of making
strangers into friends.
He is a man whose beat is the world.
He writes on planes, in hotel rooms,
in night-club offices, and he manages
somehow to make a page come alive,
whether he writes of the marriage of a
movie princess or the murder of an
Ohio housewife or the awesome spec
tacle of man against atom.
He is not typical of his craft, except
perhaps of its finest traditions. He is a
tall and hawk-nosed man with a beer
suds twinkle in his eye, but there is a
kind of elegance about him as though
he might be confidante of both wrestler
and royalty, as indeed he is.
He lives in a hurry. He's in a hurry to
get far away from yesterday and far
beyond tomorrow. Yet there is gentle
ness and Irish warmth in him and
perhaps it is those qualities as much
as his talent to tell the story of schmaltz
and shill which give him his stature.
Such a man ought to be more cynic
than leprechaun, but experience has
given him the wisdom beyond cynicism
and the right to dream the rainbow's
end. He will never reach it He would-
n't want to, for there lie peace and con
tentment and they are dust to him.
I met him when he betrayed fatigue
only by the nervous gnawing of his
lip. He had no time to sleep. He might
miss the mood for next day's column
or the lead for next week's story. He.
might miss a connection between Hong
Kong and LeHavre.
He is not a great man nor a genius.
Nor is he right to live each day as
though tomorrow might not come. But
he has written words I will never forget
and I see him as a kind of symbol of
his trade.
This is Bob Considine.
A newspaperman.
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