Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989, June 14, 1959, Image 45

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Portable Radios
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SEVEN-TRANSISTOR rechargeable
pocket radio. Batteries play thousands of
hours recharge automatically. ..put radio
in leather recharger-travel case and plug
in to any AC outlet. Choice of colors.
Earphone Accessory
available at extra cost
Model P785
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Watch the G-E College Bowl
every Sunday on CBS-TV.
See your local paper for time
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I WAS JUST
THINKING..
. . . there is a softness in my heart and a ten
derness in my eyes. Both of them are the direct
result of this gentle land on which I walk and the
green of living grass and trees.
This is no year for brown and barren hills which
ache for the loving touch of rain. This is a year to
remember.
Across the rolling hills and the flat meadows of
my earth are the shaded gx-eens and gold of wealth
I cannot buy. The blooming patches of mustard in
the fields are the thread-like undergrowth of the
carpet of crops..
And the mist melts around the black green of
the trees as though it, too, feels a longing to be a
part of the wonder, of Spring into Summer and
promise into fulfillment.
I remember England in the Summer and how I
marveled at the giant blossoms of the flowers and
feasted my eyes on the heather where "Wuthering
Heights" was born. Then I believed there was no
beauty quite so delicate, no reality more like the
fantasy of paint on canvas, than an island in the
fruition of its loveliness.
But this year, at least, I am wrong. The wild
rose sprawls in luxury along the fences. The cattle
roam knee-deep in clover and blue grass. The
meadow larks fill the air to bursting with their
voices. The sky is velvet.
Sometimes a pang of wanderlust touches me and
I long for far places known and unknown. But not,
now, not this year, when each petal I find, each
cloud I discover is a revelation of the goodness of
the earth and the beauty.
It is not so much that I claim this treasure as
that, in this special way, it claims me. For a man
must be blind to such a Summer not to be moved
by its richness.
It is true that sometimes judgment is swayed by
emotion, but often we see most clearly what we
feel most deeply. "
( And this is a season meant for the pure vision
of the spirit. .
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Family Weekly, June 14, 1959 q