Fraternity (Fort Worth, Tex.), Vol. 13, No. 8, Ed. 1 Saturday, August 1, 1914 Page: 3 of 8
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FRATERNITY
harmless, but very liable to abuse for
evident reasons.
If within the appointed time, the future
men and women in this picture, after
weighing us in the balance, approve us,
their verdict, overruling all others, will
be final and supreme, so far as our
earthly fame is concerned. They will
base it upon only one simple question of
fact: "Have our lives been of service to
our fellow men?" Along this line Haz-
litt said: "Those only deserve a monu-
ment who do not need one; that is, who
have reared themselves a monument in
the minds and memories of men." Haw-
thorn said: "The marble keeps merely
a cold and sad memory of a man who
would else be forgotten. No man who
needs a monument ought ever have one."
Crabbe more precisely puts it: "But
monuments themselves, memorials need."
Did you ever imagine what Heaven
would look like should its door stand
ajar just long enough for one peep?
Here it is. This is a picture of the door
of Heaven. Isn't it fine? Really, would
you want Heaven to look differently?
Anyhow, this is Heaven according to
Orthodoxy. He who came to earth to
tell us, advise and fit us for citizenship
in that blissful bourne, assembled a
group of little children, like this picture.
With His arms full, His knees full, and
with them clinging to His neck and all
over Him, he proclaimed to the world:
"Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven."
This picture is the gate of Heaven.
These little ones appeal to us, as we
will some day appeal to them. The call
is so silent, so tender, so loving, so
sweet and so true. Did you ever feel
the caresses of your own little fellow?
Then, how distinctly do you recall your
impatience while waiting for him to
grow large and strong enough to give
you the first hug. One you could barely
feel, but you knew that he knew it was
an exchange of affection's sacred token.
Oh, that sublime moment! Oh, those
blissful days of our children's childhood!
With some of us it has passed; with
all it has not.
This, like all joys—the greater their
sweetness, the greater their attendant
dangers and responsibilities. I have
seen fathers of little children stricken by
death in the prime of vigorous man-
hood. It was the breaking of the
pitcher at the fountain; the loosening of
the golden cord that had so surely
brought sustenance to wife and babies.
The sun which had risen in the morn-
ing in splendor and promise, set at
noonday in the blackest of midnight
darkness. The father, protector and
provider was no more.
His place could not be filled; oh, no!
God alone could do that. But I have
seen—forging its way through this un-
speakable gloom of bereavement—the
grandest Fraternal Order I know, the
glorious United Benevolent Association,
minister at the dying bedside and at the
tomb; then, in the name of its thousands
of members, united under a sacred cove.-
nant, rehabilitate the family altar of the
deceased brother, and endow it until his
dependent loved ones could protect
themselves.
Friends, if you are not already mem-
bers of the United Benevolent Associa-
tion, join. If you are a member, these
little children—your own and others—
may not build you a monument of mar-
ble, brass and gold; but they will surely
construct it of that more lasting fabric,
AFFECTION. Its base will be ground-
ed on human hearts, its apex will pierce
the azure dome of Eternal light. Com-
pared to it, all other monuments are but
crumbling and transitory imitations.
o
"BIRD OF BROKEN WING."
Someone hath said: "The bird with a
broken wing never soars as high again."
If I were a bird of the broken wing,
One thing still I would do,
Keep close to mother earth and dare to
sing
Until this old world be glad again,
I would sing the song I learned of yore,
A song with never a scoff,
Would pierce to the inner soul
And long in the land not far off
To live forever in the heart of the true.
I would go close to the window sill,
Where those in soul and body lay ill,
To them would softly warble and thrill,
Until pain would take flight, "peace,
be still"
Those weary, broken-hearted and sad,
Would I warble—warble and sing
From some branches above;
To thee, dear heart, the sweet old song'
of love,
Until tired heart thou would be glad.
To fond lovers in blossomed nooks,
To happy children wading in shady
brooks,
Would I warble and sing all the day,
Making this old world, to them, seem
happy and gay.
Again would I dare to warble and sing
My merriest, my sweetest, my all
To the dear Christ who in mercy did say
"I note ever the sparrow's fall."
Some one hath said the soul blighted
by sin
Will never sing as merrily again.
If I were of the soul blighted by sin,
And wandering down life's pathway
Fainting—had stumbled and fell,
To the lowly Nazarene, my sorrow
would tell.
Then Td go and fold to my bosom
The trembling, neglected lamb,
And teach this dear lost one the shep-
herd's name.
I look Cor those in the desert,
For those who had missed their way;
Would go to the wild west places,
Where the lost and wandering stay.
I'd tell them of a dear Savior who came
Seeking the lost and astray.
Come close to the kind Father as you
play in your glee;
You tiny weak children, close to His
knee.
For such as thee, shall the kingdom be.
I would weep with the broken-hearted,
In their agony of woe,
And hear the dear Lord whisper beside
me:
"Tis the pathway the master often
goes";
So where the Master dwelleth
There shall the servant be.
I, the child of sin-blighted soul,
Having faith, dare to be bold—
"Christ Jesus hath made me whole."
MAE C. WRIGHT.
THANKS FOR PROMPT PAYMENT
OF CLAIM!
E. S. Royall, Sup. Pres.; J. A. Conner,
Sup. Sec'y of U. B. A., Fort Worth,
Texas.
Dear Sirs: I am just in receipt of
your favor of the 3rd, enclosing your
check for $900.00, being balance due me
on certificate No. 13107, issued to my
daughter, Neorna Hill, on the 9th day
of April, 1909. The $900.00, with the
$100.00 previously received, makes pay-
ment in full of the $1,000.00, and I am
enclosing herewith receipt for same, to-
gether with the certificate for cancella-
tion. 4
I beg to thank you for the prompt
manner in which you have handled this
claim and I assure you that I will never
let an opportunity pass to speak a good
word for the U. B. A.
Yours truly,
MRS. LOUELLA HILL.
Making It Worth While.
Little James, while at a neighbor's,
was given a piece of bread and butter,
and politely said, "Thank you."
"That's right, James," said the lady,
"I like to hear little boys say 'thank
you.'"
"Well," rejoined James, "if you want
to hear me say it again you might put
some jam on it."
Too Much Style.
Dinah (employed as waitress)—Yea,
mum, I am a-leavin' dis place tomorrow.
Mistress—Why, Dinah, whatever can
have displeased you with your position?
Haven't I been treating you well?
Dinah—Oh, yass, indeed you have,
mum. But to tell detruf, miss, in dis
house dey am too much shiftin' ob de
dishes fo' de fewness of de vittles.
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Schmidt, Henry C. Fraternity (Fort Worth, Tex.), Vol. 13, No. 8, Ed. 1 Saturday, August 1, 1914, newspaper, August 1, 1914; Fort Worth, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth233202/m1/3/: accessed May 8, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting The Dolph Briscoe Center for American History.