THE LUMBER ROON

Hawke's Bay Herald-Tribune, Issue 142, 3 July 1937, Page 4

THE LUMBER ROON

"FAUL DRY."

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The French expression "Nuits bl*nches", flterally "white nights" -» * very apt desoription of a «leeple»a night. Sleepless on aooount of worry. There' s no doubt that many of our world leaders must be having qmte A procession of "Nuita Blanches" judgjng from the newa from day to day« For these people Panl Pry has the greatest sympathy for although it is a far cry from international columns to newsPaper ones, yet when. yau have collected a number of "quotable quotea" the question of a "leader" causes much anxiety. Ara the Brass Bandc Pl»ylng7 It may be good to die for oue'a country, but surely jt is better to live for it in the peaceful creatiug of beautiful things. Will this war be the end of war, as we who suffered in it hope and pray? Ara the illusions of gore and of glory and of flagging ehattered? Or will brass-bands play for some other genaration? Must man;like some mischievous urchin, try out some new devil's toy, his latest stink-m«^ chine or death ray? I should feel profoundly and eynically sadl did I believe that thig horror could repeat itself and our young men rush off like poor sheep to the slaughter — "No Hero— This," Warwick Deeping, John Bulwark of the World, The very root of world peacq and sanity ia England. The whole round globe relie» upon old ateady John Bull. Relies upon him for atauncbness, loyalty, decency and a refuge in time of storm, Burope is bad enough even with J.B. as watch dog at. the front entrance but if the "right little, tight little isle," should suddenly sink over night in the sea, tbe continent would be a madhouse of raving nations, panioky little countries, and delirious dictators with tbe brakes off. It's John Bull who by a dull and . drab adherence to tradition and principle belps to preserve order and self respect among all peoples. Yes, the old beef-and-ale boy with the funny tummy and the colourless personabty is more than just John Bull of England — be is John Bulwark of the world. — O. C. Stewart, Editor, "World Digest," U.S.A. Selling Peaoe. Peace is tbe one thing we don't tbink wortb selling or advertising or publioising .... Why don't some of our peace enthusiasts in tbe House of Oom* mons, when tbe Budget comes along, move that a definite amount be allocated from our military, naval and air. force expenditure to propaganda for peace — not in this country alone, but in Germany, Japan and Italy P If the point is raised that propagsnfla may be difficult in a foreign country,"' the answer is that in tbe first plaee, no foreign Government is likely to refuse good English money for the advertising columns of its papers, or in any other way that would bring it revenuS. — - , Norman Tiptaft, "The New Outlook."An Old World Ideal, Another old-world ideal was a ' tboughtfulness for those who come after us. Nowadays we give not a thought to our descendants . . . . Not so in olden times. When our forefathers built a church, a castle, or a house, they built it to withstand the buffets of time, and as a heritage from generation to generation, They designed things on a grand scale and were con tent to see but the beginning of their plan formed during their life time, happy in the knowledge that it would be completed by those who would come after them. . . . They were not in a hurry those good people of the Middle Ages , , . , . They built their houses, painted their pictures, wrote their books, made their wars, cut each other's throats, with a splendid consciousness that there was plenty of time. — Sir Philip Gibbs, Worry, A Useful Art. Worry can be a disease, a nuisanoe, or a usbful art. We can let it whirl us into an jnsane asylum, or we can let it wind us up to our most original di»coveries and most ambitious work. What we need js encouragement in the technology of puttipg it tp use, Supposq we are worrying, with cause, about Ways and Means. and there seeme no way out. Around and around our worry goes upon its beaten track bringing the same topic back over and over again before the mind's eye. If we gaze at the worry aghast until' we are confused and dizzy, it only doee Us harm. But if observe all the outlandish accidents, calamities, and insidious treachery inhereut in the situation, w© can shrewdly proceed against * them Worry serves the same purpose in tbe world of human relationships that pain serves in the physical realm; it is a warning, and a preventive.— Frances L. Warner. Trim Hedgee. I trod a road familiar as my foot, But changed in this one way: The hedgrows were deprived of budding shoot And breast high disarray. Their wilder glory had heen nipt by shears. They now stood small and trim. No bulwark from the glint of cloudborn spears, No stall for avian bynm. I know 'twas hushandry of clearest mien That cut the hedges so, Sqch as by the Mautuan would have been Praised -in vowels rich and slow. But what is trinjness to the sense that strains At leash of State and clan, The modern god a table pf fagt trains, A teleprinter, Man? So gladly to another road I turned For thorn and beech to fling Great careless hedges tliat the robiB hui-npd With breast and fanned with wing. .wyjiasa