A DAILY MESSAGE

Hokitika Guardian, 3 July 1929, Page 1

A DAILY MESSAGE

THE BEACON.LIGHT Go east, go west, the working mothers of the world are the Atlases upon whose heroic shoulders the grand fabric o»f civilization finally rests. The world owes much to its thinkers, artists, scientists, inventors, explorers, scholars, and workers. But she has borne them all upward. Can the world owe less to her—the working mother I What soldier is so completely dependent upon his own resources as she f She is her own field-marshal; she is her own fighting line; she is her own second line; her fiercest battles she fights unaided. No engineer lias been ahead to map out the field for her; she is he’ own bridge-builder; she defines the roads along which her tireless feet, must travel. Her reserves are only tc he found in her own great heart, and. although the world so often forgets t< remember the working , mother, the years will pass into . eternity, the zephyrs of spring will kiss us, summer will come with scorching suns, autumn will follow with falling leaves, the bleak winds of winter will beat and |ilow, generations will come and go, but the working mother —the miracle In which the world survives—will ever remain the beacon-light of the world.

_M. PRESTON STANLEY