“MAY I COME IN?"

White Ribbon, Volume 15, Issue 178, 18 April 1910, Page 14

“ MAY I COME IN?"

( b>f Mr* //(ir)VON L>f (owe, l.uiti hill*, Southbtwl )

Never hmrvimr, never noting. Every f<»nn of evil breasting, Kvitv holy purpose tinting. God,through us, Him power ntt**x*ti i»ir. Onward oiUTin*de» all.” ** Take time to !*«• holy, Take time to Is- strong, Ws*te never a moineut In rushing along. Just steadily work, l,<»-kinw r up to your King, And lib* w ill iNoime A more beautiful tiling.” On; holovod Editor hat asked me to keep in touch with all “our folk.' through the columns of the White Uiitnov, and I feel like entering the open door of Home, sweet Home, and sitting down with hearts that welcome me, after a long day’s toil, and having on® of the cheeriest of chats w ith ©very member of our big. busy family. fGrandmother wants to know if tilings have alter© 1 much in the Old Land since she lett it fifty years apt ' I >h, yes, grandma, instead of stage coaches they now have a* roplanes, and the world is moving «|tiicklv. Instead of alcoholi<‘ stupefaction of thenation, we now have scientific enlightenment, and Sir Victor I lorsley, the greatest nerve specialist of theatre, is condemning alcohol in »n'kne»n and in health. In a little while alcohol w ill he in its oft-quoted “ proper place,” and that is, in arts and manufactures, as a solvent, as a fuel, as a valuable servant of science, hut mnr *f*in a* // h(ier<uft or a mttlicinr.

Mother wants to know the latest helps for busy women, for overtaxed toilers, tor weary, fagged, and tailing bodies. With pleasure I bring you the simple remedy now being used in the greatest hospitals, and by the greatest M.lh’s as a nerve restorer —“alcohol”? Oh, no, never! Just milk, hot Mt/k, ie*t whenever possible, and plenty of fresh air. To these very inexpensive cures I might add. mlfirate chm'lnli.r**. ** A nu rry heart ifm'it all the way, A s.ul heart tin s in a mile, O " It is wonderful what a merry laugh will do, a hit of quaint humour, a loving joke. Just try it for a mouth, and let our editor have the doctors’ fees you'll save. Sister asks : “ Arc girls taking inteiest in Temperance work ?’’ In Scotland, ahum, thousands of bonny, bught la>sies are in our “ Vs,” w hile in churches and organisations of every kind

the Temperance girl is forging to the front. New’ Zealand should never rest till every girl of to-day is fitted to he the ideal home-maker of to-morrow, and this can best he done by joining our blessed company. I>o you remember Miss Beddow, who travelled with me last poll time ? Her letters from Jerusalem are worth printing in any paper, as a revelation of what (God can do through the frailest of bodies, and most timid of souls, if fully yielded to His guidance. She is addressing as many as (iOO Jewish children at a time, and visiting all the schools, to teach the young people scientific temperance. As these children leave, they will carry with them, throughout the Turkish Empire, lessons that will live.

Father has dropped into our circle, and as he is an honorary’ member he is interested in all our affairs.

Well, father, we are on the w inning side everywhere. (treat labour leaders are warring against the giant monopoly ot Hrinkdom.

Employers are demanding clear heads, strong aims and every workman at his best earning power, and alcohol is “ counted down ’ utterly, for men whose hanking account i- physical strength or mental might.

“ W hat are we to do witli our distilleries ?”

‘‘Keep them as distilleries, father; hut with a difference. Every form of vegetable matter w ith sac* liarine can he fermented and produce alcohol. Thousands and thousands of tons of farm and orchard waste material w ill be sent to distilleries for distillation, and the finest fuel the world has ever known will he produced from the earth's surface long after our coal-fields are extinct. No smoke nuisance, no dirt, no cinders or ashes. < >h, that the day may hasten, for the benefit of big cities, and the boon of busy housewives! ”

Yes, brother Tom, you must join our Coldstream (Guards, for when launch vie asked what we could do with our hoys, lie answered, “ Marry them to our girls hut “our girls ' have a right to ask for as good as they gi\e, so educate yourself with our Furity and Temperance literature. Keep your brain clear, your heart pure, your soul holy, and by and bye build your little bit of Britain's Empire on the Hock of Ages, and write in golden letters of living action these words over your door : “ We live and love, and lalxair K<>r every weaker neightsmr, G'»r God and 11 * 'in*' and every End, At (tolling booth wo take our stiud.” Yours ever, BtssiK Lex Cow it.