Ligonier Banner., Volume 83, Number 22, Ligonier, Noble County, 2 June 1949 — Page 2

A Page of Opinion:

ne LIGONIER BANNER

Vol. 83

This is our view:

i _There’s Opportunity Here

. June graduates, like June brides, look . forward' to living “happily ever after,” But living involves earning a living, and this year’s crop of graduates is tol%ethat job prospects in many fi@figfiw& :less favorable than in any year since the war began. Over the next: few .years;-‘thexe is expected to be an oversupply-in=the fields of engineering, law, ..accounting, business administration, : personnel work, and journalism. - -

‘But there is a continuing and acute undersupply of teachers. The campaign to waken the public to the needs of teachers and of education in general has had one unfortunate result. It has scared off new recruits from an already depleted profession. It has publicized the underpayment of teachers, and has obscured the rich rewards many teachers have found through working with tomorrow’s citizens. It has stressed the long hours they must put into their work, and has ignored the long summers of travel, study, or at least a change of pace through summer jobs. .

There is need for a two-edged campaign (1) to show the attractions of teaching, and (2) to increase the attractions of teaching.

—Christian Science Monitor.

The Fali Of Shanghai

Last week the Fort Wayne Journal Gazette published an editorial under the heading “Shanghai’s Departed Glory,” which in itself carried a false connotation, and brought this writer to wonder how long the press will continue its mis-statement of the facts. We hold no brief fer the Chinese communists, but how under any stretch of the imagination Shanghai could be made less habitable for the Chinese people we fail to see.

For years and years this great city has had an average death rate of one thousand persons a week, whose families could not afford the sanctity of burial and forced them to push their dead into the streets at night for the city to bury. :

Perhaps in no city in the world has poverty been so debase for the. great masses of people, who called it their home. Perhaps no city in the world has vice and corruption been more flagrantly displayed as within the walls of Shanghai.

What the writer meant by ‘“departed glory” we are unable to fathom. Without offering one iota of support to the surging Reds from the North, it is hard to comprehend how conditions in that city could be worse. Perhaps for the great masses it might even be better.

A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.— Jean Ingelow. :

Ideas go booming through the world louder than cannon. Thoughts are mightier than armies. Principles havaq achieved ‘more victories than horsemen or chariots.—W. M. Paxton.

Great ideas come when the world needs them. They surround the world’s ignorance and press for admission.— Austin Phelps. '

E.vengfi. are only the shells of ideas; and often it is the fluent thought of the ages that is crystallized in a moment by the stroke of a pen or the point of a bayonet.—E. H. Chapin.

The changing glow and full effulgence of God’s infinite ideas, images, mark the periods of progress.—Mary Baker Eddy.

ne LIGONIER BANNER » Establishedin 1887 . Published every Thursday by the Banner Priniing , Company at 124 South Cavia St . Telephone: one-three CALHOUN CARTWRIGHT, Editor and Publisher Entered as second class matter at the postoffice at Ligonier ludiana under the act of March 3, 1879. , MEMBEESOR: Gy Advertising Federation of America Qugl¥ Pusting lndusiry of America

ESTABLISHED 1867

Thursday, June 2, 1949

Long week end holidays are not generally condusive to an over abundance of pep the following day, and I readily admit that my experience at the moment is no exception to the rule. If I had my way, I would have laws passed which would bring all holidays up on Friday and Saturday giving everyone Sunday in which to rest before the week’s grind begins. But seeing that I have no say in the making of laws, I must go about my work with the other thousands in the same boat making the best of not too rosy a situation.

Memorial Day, aside from its more somber aspects, is a pleasant holiday. It heralds into being the summer actiwities and points to the warm, lazy days ahead with cheerful abandon. It is the day: when many push their hands thru the warming soil in their quest for a bountiful garden, and certainly no activity brings greater satisfaction than the urge to plant and see things grow.

I suppose I shall never forget 2 Decoration Day many years ago (I was six or seven) when my father and [ were left to batch it while my mother journeyed to her home town to aid in the commemoration of the days’ more sober events. I don’t mean to imply that it was pleasant because my mother wasn’t with us, for I'm certain it would have been even more enjoyable had she been there. But it was the first time 1 can remember when we “men” sort of shifted for ourselves, and it was gay indeed.

We worked in our little two by four garden all morning, and then had dinner out, which was always a grand treat indeed. If I may digress, I have often wondered why “eating out” was always considered such a treat. Certainly no son lives that can compare a restaurant’s meal with that his mother cooks, but nonetheless, eating out is always fun. Perhaps its the color surrounding the ocsasion more than the food that produces intrigue. Well, getting back to our grand holiday, I can still remember seeing “Birth of a Nation” 'in the afternoon, and being among the first great movies in my experience, it made a double imprint on my memory. That evening, I played in the gymnasium until time to go home, in the building where my 'fatl{er was employed, and finally left to greet my mother and sink into the arms of morpheus with the most ‘thrilling of dreams.

Such a memory has a point, and 1 have -thought of that point so many times. No one need experience sthe grandeur to feel the thrill of living. It is found in even the most simple events and while we search for the unusual, the grand, the great, we brush past the beauty that could be ours would we want to look for it.

Last week I had the pleasure of addressing’ the Unitarian Fellowship Society in South Bend on the subject, “Gandhi and His Message to the Modern World”, and aside from the complex sound of the title, I found a great deal of satisfaction in posing (in my small way) a subject of great potential import. What ‘interested me more than anything was the keen, youthful audience that entered into the discussion with both feet, and came up with some exceptionally good ideas. ; As I sat there listening to their comments, their logic, their enthusiasm, I knew that worrying about the future of our country is a silly thing. These young people were the kind that would see things steered right in spite of all obstacles.

We who grow older should devote a regular portion of our weekly schedule to the mixing with youth. Not only is it refreshing, but it brings back all the hopeful enthusiasm we can remember possessing in the not too distant past.

Life is continually weighing us in very sensitive seales, and telling every - one of us precisely what his real weight is to the last grain of dust.—James Russell. Lowell. - :

MUSINGS OF AN EDITOR

+ by

‘Calhoun Cartwright

&-aO/ e e

LIVING-ROOM SQUAT

No. 22

Television is developing a race of sitters—a vast, immovable population of living-room squatters, as it were. In all areas of the country where video has come into play, great masses of people are ‘‘settin’’’ glued around the set, absorbed and silent, neglecting small talks, books, papers and even the racing results. !

The decline in conversation at house parties in television belts has become alarming. Guests hardly speak to one another or to the hostess. Whole evenings are spent in which “come in” and ‘good night”” sum up the total exchange of words. 2

The old man doesn’t go down to the store for the papers or & cigar. Mom cuts the cinema. It isn’t because television is all sheer entertainment. In fact, it has been rather trying, often downright annoying. Video is still in the baby stage. It doesn’t look like an extra smart kid. But there is such a diversity of atiractions on so many programs over S 0 many channels that there is a fascination for millions in it, good or bad. 4 e

So many more thrillers, playlets, vaudeville sketches, hockey games, fights, wrestling bouts, debates, concerts, newsreels, soap operas, *comedians, tragedians, actors, dancers, scientists, clowns and puppets come zooming into the old homestead that the audience at least gets action. The reactions are curious. We know one addict who says, “It's so bad that it's absorbing.” Another demands, with more enthusiasm, ‘‘Show me another medium through which I can get a hockey game, a ski tournament, a forum, a circus, a Broadway show, a couple of westerns, a book review and a carload of miscellaneous entertainers and celebrities without getting out of my chair!” .

We have even discovered a fellow who finds some commercials attractive on television. He hated commercials on the radio, but a close-up photograph of a mince pie, a layer cake, a stack of wheaties, a bubbling glass of beer or a gal whipping up a dinner on a cooking program intrigues him. He gets sore it a plate of frankfurters and beans doesn’t screen well or if a display of gelatins is out of focus. His chief interest in all products seems to be their degree of screen clarity.

Men and women who could take their regular radio or let it alone have been known to go nuts over television. The business of operating the various dials to bring in the entertainment gives them the feeling of being producers, stage directors, dramatic coaches, vaudeville kibitzers and movie promoters. They are never satisfied. They are always monkeying with the dials, trying to achieve the perfect show. —e

The American public ‘is getting more and more amusement-mad and it looks as if books, magazines and newspapers may have to go all out for showmanship., Man’s house used to be his castle; it is now his fight arena, his ball park, his theater, his concert hall, his information bureau and his personal clambake. ! :

The answer to ‘“‘Shall we go out somewhere tonight” is “Why?” People used to leave the apartment to kill boredom and seek some diversion. They now accomplish the same objectives with an ‘‘aerial stack’” and a ‘‘booster.”

Hurry up with the dinner, mom! There’'s a prize fight, a wrestling show, six musical revues, a tour of the nighteries, four westerns, a travelogue, a newsreel, four mystery dramas, 18 newscasts, a rodeo, & mardi gras and a sailfish tournament on the video tonight! This 'n’ That ‘ Armour and Co. omitted its preferred dividend, saying meat prices have fallen 20 to 30 per cent . . . Steaks and chops are now worth little more, in fact, than their weight in gold. o o o Those Ford cars are of new design, but the strike comes in the same old shape at both ends and in any color so long as it's dark blue. : s ; )s & 0 President Truman, at 65, attributes it to the fact, “I worked hard all my life and never had any time to get into mischief.’” That is clearly overlooking the fact that he deliberately ran for re-election to the presidency, it seems to us, : e & @ Commissioner Chandler seemed in such haste to get out from under in that recent baseball riot case that he may go into the baseball records as the first man in history 10 slide from first to home,

STRICTLY BUSINESS by McFostten

-: | _____l/ e _. (s_’ ! ' s g Qa’ | I \ / \ ' : : o ~ AFTER % . R X U TAKING | BEFORE | IRoNMans P g TAKING © MOSCLE . IRONMAN'S BUILDING ‘ MUS’%LE COURSE BLILDING ‘ course | | \ TN > N } ; } & R o | M”‘z’am

Poems To Remember

IT ISN'T THE CHURCH—

IT’'S YOU!

If you want the kind of a church

Like the kind of a church you like,

It is useless to scatter abuse, or to start

In a non-church-going strike.

Take stock of yourself, and think

for a bit : Of the ill or the good you can do; It’s a knock at yourself when you knock the church, It isn’t the church—it’s you.

It’s really strange at times, don’t you know,

That things go as well as they do, When we think of the little—the very small mite—

NAN L

Re e S e RO SARe | ‘ pea st TR ‘;Q,z& R B S BBRA e s e BRR s P e eB B e EEC R NRE ~;."::;-§-§:?Et:-::ii=:3%§;:‘ =) R e LR e ekl e e)R L PR [ [ Nyganagl ]RN o £ CEE e oSaNg v RN ' R l‘}, ol B '»:&i.\': o s ’.-.“i’?’-:?vi: eS S ) B /, Rl B/ R S B ‘::':;',:;' R ‘\‘AA#"' el -'4""-\:4\ i I Eati eStS IR §el e ] B 8s R IR - B s b R e S o R R SRR R rreeid| ; LRI Sk B o 68 2 8 VR W e SR Y B e A Reß+S ) E R RS SR e BTN L R e DR ! —_— B O eS S e S e . I"”l B International Uniform _ I e Sunday School Lessons \! e eRT B T R SRR R AR A ?‘, %'Q: "\\:\} b4l {; bR “s}-‘?::5? T B AP SBBARR A R R R

SCRIPTURE: Matthew 27:19-26; Mark 14:{53—15:15; Luke 23:4-13; John 18: 13-14, 10-24, 28-40; 19:1-186. "%%.'Xgl‘ldNAL READING: Matthew

Behold The Man!

i » Lmontor)unes,lm

LAST JANUARY a man in Holland wrote to the high court of the new nation. of Israel, petitioning for & review, now nearly 2,000 years af- | terwards, of the ! trial of Jesus by s RS the court at Jeru- § s * salem in the year §= = 80 A. D. That court & & = may never review SECE | the case, and per- S B | haps has no legal pi e right to do so. But ! history has re- R ! viewed it, and re- § | versed it. Jesus Dr. Foreman ! was tried by at : least four tribunals on_ the early’ morning of the first Good Friday. ' But the verdict of history is that the courts were guilty, one and all, | while the prisoner was innocent. | s o j Sentence first, [ Verdict afterwards : BESIDES the informal hearing be- ' fore the ex-high priest Annas, ' there was the formal trial before the High Priest Caiaphas. He presided over the Sanhedrin, the supreme court of the Jews at that time. It was a learned tribunal, . venerated all over the Jewish world. As the lawyers might say, its writ ' ran everywhere; its decisions were quoted as precedent in Alexandria, Babylon, Spain. You might have expected it to be dignified, honorable. But not on that night, with ~ You might as well expect a . pack of wolves, starved in mid- | winter, to be dignified and honorable with a sheep in their - oircle. These men, and their intimate friends, had been de- | scribed by the Prisoner, not | long before, in words that stuck | in their brains like arrowheads. | “Whited sepulchres . . . full of all uncleanness ... ye say, and | ~do not .. . yet devour widows’ . ' houses .. . blind guides .. . | offspring of vipers. . . ” ]

NEXT WEEK : ANOTHER BIBLE LESSON

We add to the work of the few.

We sit and stand around, and complain of what’s done

And do very little but fuss;

Are we taking our share of the burdens to bear? :

It isn’t the church—it’s us.

So if you want the kind of a church

Like the kind of a church you like,

Just take off your coat and roll up your sleeves,

There is work for us all to do;

It isn’t the church that is wrong, my friend,

It isn’t the church—it’s you.

—Anonymous.

It there had been any hope that they might change, Jesus would not have used such words. So they had made up their minds: He must die. Now was their hour, while the city slept. Leader of the pack was this Caiaphas. As the farce of a trial went on and the high priest by grace of Rome faced Jesus, High Priest by the grace of God, what did he see in Jesus’ eyes? s & 3 That Fox IF CAIAPHAS was a wolf, Herod was a fox. It was Jesus’ nickname for him. On that April morning this fox had the surprise of his lifetime. Before he could collect his wits, he was facing the very man whom his private police force had been vainly trying to arrest — Jesus of Nazareth. Two kings faced each other in Herod’s hall that morning. The one wearing a robe and crown, " seated on some kind of throne, was’ one of the most un-kingly men who ever bore the royal title. The other, in plainest citizens’ clothes, and no crown, no throne to be seen, was the one real king who has lived among men. s S © “Suffered Under Pontius Pilate” PONTIUS PILATE, procurator of Judea, deputy plenipotentiary of his Imperial Majesty, sat on his judgment seat and looked at Jesus. Six times he had looked at him; six times he had made certain that this young prisoner was an innocent man, -and six times he had said so, even in the face of the mob. The noises in the street confused him. He could not hear, down ’through the centuries, the voices of millions of men, women and children, rising up week after week and repeating the words, almost like a curse: ‘‘—and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord, who . . . suffered under Pontius Pilate.”’ The voices in the street drowned the voices of the centuries. But if, as Pontius Pilate turned Jesus .over to the will . of those who hated him, he had dared to look inte Jesus’ . eyes, and what would he have seen? ~ To this very day, and to the end ~of time, in all places and among all men, this Christ whom the world holds in chains is yet the Judge of every man. Men may say of Jesus what they wish, and he will be silent still. But in his eyes is the verdict. A man is judged by his own judgment of Jesus Christ. And you, too. Facing you, he looks straight through you. What do you ~gee in Jesus’ eyes? :

The New C. Stengel , WHEN Casey Stengel came back to New York from St. Petersburg just a month ago, he was almost in a complete daze. He was listening to funny noises in his block. He knew Joe DiMaggio was out indefinitely. He knew that Frank ) Shea’s arm was out & @ of kilter again, And (4 & then, in quick sucW cession, Charlie e i Keller ripped a new \%,g ™% muscle loose in his *@;g”é‘: back. Johnny Lin- # = s dell sprained an Ein e ankle. Snuffy Stirnk2 weiss was ailing. L Bob Porterfield snapped a ligament Grasfians Shoe in his pitching arm. 3y this point, Casey had reached the spot where nothing else could happen. Some experts were beginning to look for some place lower than eighth where the team could finish. The lowly Browns had a new rival. B}xt the Casey of early April and the Casey of today are two entirely different men. The staggering Casey of early April is the mighty Casey of late May. “There is ease in Casey’s manner and a sneer on Casey’s lips. There is scorn in Casey’s bearing as he moves his swinging hips. And when he looks around the field to ecall his rival’s bluff Not a rooter in the place can doubt that Casey knows his stuft.” In any event young Jerry Coleman, at second, suddenly turned into a star. So did young Dick Kryhoski at first. His pitching staff became the best in either league, and his batsmen started ripping the cover off the ball. Above all, when something was needed, Tommy Henrich would hit a home run or a triple or make a killing play in the outfield. Bobby Brown and Billy Johnson began driving in runs. Who would have said on the 17th of April that the Yankees would be something like six games ahead of the Red Sox on May 10? As one Yankee veteran explained it, ‘“When our batters fall down our pitchers step in. When our pitchers blow, our batters come to life. But most of the time, both our pitchers and our batters are on the job, delivering together.” ;

This latter seems to be most of the answer. The Yankees always had good pitching. But it is even better than it looked to be. A staff that carries Vic Raschi, Bob Porterfield, Tommy Byrne, Allie Reynolds, Joe Page, etc., is a standout. This doesn’t mean the Yankees are due to break up the American league. But it does mean they are a far stronger ball club than any one thought they would be. They can hit and field and they have able pitching. And they have, in manager Stengel, a leader who no longer fears to look fate in the face. Casey would have received his share of razzing if the team had blown up. Why not slip him the loud huzzas for his place in the standings today? * $ 9 Early Checkup May is still too early in the campaign to start any checking. The big surprise in the National league has been Giant pitching, especially Hartung’s pitching. Durocher’s staff has more than held its own. The team has also been hitting. So far, no club has settled down to any consistent play. The pitching has been spotty. The Dodgers have held their own more through speed and youth than through expected good pitching. The team is also hitting better than it figured to hit The Giants have been up around the front even with Larry Jansen, their star pitcher, off to a ragged start. He is due to be much better from now on. The National league race has proved to be as even as it figured fr®n the start. At the end of the third week of the season, a gap of only four games separate the eight clubs. The Pirates and Cardinals are due to move up with long home visits ahead. Especially the Pirates. _The slump of Johnny Sain has cut heavily into the Braves’ shot at a good early lead. Like Jansen, he got away badly, but you can't rate him that far down. Washington, after a ragged start, has bounded back in the American League with a spectacular rush. Chicago’s White Sox have been a big improvement over expected doom. You will see the Red Sox and Athletids \start moving soon. No small part of the Yankees’ S e ~have believed all spring :g