Dino and the Ant

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 382, 16 June 1928, Page 8

Dino and the Ant

THE QUIET CORNER

(Written for The Sun by the Rev. Charles Chandler, Assistant City Missioner)

There teas a time in the world’s history when hulk teas all that counted. In the days of long ago xvhen giant animals stalked the earth, such as the mammoth and the dinosaurus, it was a case of “double up” and get out of the way when one of them came down the street. If ever anybody in the family failed to turn up at the appointed hour, it was put down to some mishap under the foot of a dinosaurus, instead of the modern excuse of their having been run over by a car. So big was this animal, that treading upon a human being would cause him no more discomfort than if one of us were to tread on a pea. With him it was just a matter of “icipe your feet and carry on.” Fortunately times have changed, and the “Dino” has become extinct. He missed out in the race of life. He lacked the power of adaptability. He could not get used to anything neiv. He teas a thorough-going conservative in every bone of his stupendous body, and note the ant can hold his young sides and laugh at that animated avalanche, which now lies buried as a fossil, deep down beneath the crust of the earth. Adaptability is the first laiv of nature, and the secret of Man’s mastery is, that he has been able to clothe himself with skins, build for himself a house, and in sh ort, baffle every fiend of cruel circumstance that ever reared its ugly head out of the great unknown. Next week; The Key of C.