The Youth's Instructor for 1953

INSTRUCTOR 14 --WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS MOOD It was March 2, and the District of Columbia was carpeted with snow, when the editor's schedule insisted on a spring- type editorial to be ready for the May 5 issue. After the first few bouts with seasonal reality, the vivid memories of Mr. Garrett's ranunculuses helped span the miles and the months, and the writing was done. The plural of ranunculus, by the way, can be either ranunculuses or ranunculi. ANSWER If you can give trusting assent to the prospects of a No answer to your prayer for life, you can claim a faith that is grown up and mature in every way. When such faith is found in the heart of a little girl, we think the story deserves a lead posi- tion in THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR. We have given it just that. The story of Milly Jo, "When God Said Yes," was written by her Unseen Enemies maternal grandmother. Wherever springtime touches earth in this month of REPEAT Merlin L. Neff, author of the May, gentle showers abet a warm sun in the age-old wonder of Senior MV Book Club selection The Glory of the Stars (chapter excerpt beginning on bursting bud and springing flower. page 11), first appeared among Reading Out in Southern California a man takes pause to scan his Course authors in 1944 with the book Keepers fields. Acre on acre of brilliant blooms greet his eyes. Great of the Flame. Author Neff is the book editor patches of reds, whites, and blues make flag stripes across a field. of the Pacific Press Publishing Association, Another field is a woman's dress of calico colors, mixed in and editor of Present Truth. glorious, harmonious profusion. The flowers are ranunculuses, TROUBLES and the gardener is W. C. Garrett, one of the few major growers "A few weeks ago I enjoyed canoeing in the Admiralty Islands, when I of ranunculus bulbs in the United States. visited a number of believers in that group. Ranunculuses have no particular scent. Their popularity The mission boat MV Light was disabled, depends on color alone. Wandering through his flowers one day, so I decided to travel by canoe. The Mr. Garrett was suddenly arrested by a familiar smell. With photographs, submitted with the manuscript, amazement and delight he traced it to an exceptionally tall and were taken with a six-dollar Brownie Reflex lush plant with an outstandingly lovely bloom. The scent that camera, because my 35mm. Bolsey camera had attracted him was similar to that of a rose! was out of action with shutter trouble." So The plant produces a bulb that if left in the ground long wrote the author of this week's center spread, enough will multiply itself into as many as five or more. The "Canoeing in the Pacific." rose-scented plant was carefully marked so that its bulbs could REWARD "I don't remember ever buying be positively identified. The following season one short row in more for less." So states the head of a manu- his fields was given special care. Then one day as Mr. Garrett facturing company whose personal campaign inspected his prize row, he found every plant wilted and dying. against the cigarette is reported in this week's Gophers, working unseen beneath the ground, had gone down Straight Talk. that row, eating every bulb! COVER Twenty-eight miles east of Salem, Mr. Garrett said he spent hours after that crawling up and Oregon, in Silver Creek Falls State Park, down the rows trying to sniff out another fragrant bloom, but is South Falls, where the water plunges 184 without success. All too often unseen enemies destroy man's feet into a tree-hidden pool. Photo by F. D. hopes in both the natural and the spiritual worlds. Silkey. Writers' contributions, both prose and poetry, arc al- ways welcome and receive careful evaluation. The ma- terial should be typewritten, double spaced, and return postage should accompany each manuscript. Queries to laZ- the editor on the suitability of proposed articles will re- <La—fete— ceive prompt attention. Act hoi pictures rather than portraits are desired with manuscripts. Black and white prints or color transparen- cies are usable. No pictures will be returned unless spe- cifically requested. Vol. 101, No. 18 THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR May 5, 1953 WALTER T. CRANDALL, Editor FREDERICK LEE, Associate Editor DON Tom Assistant Editor Consulting Editors, E. W. DUNBAR, K. J. REYNOLDS, L. L. Motfar R. J. CHRISTIAN, Circulation Manager Published by the Seventh-day Adventists. Printed every Tuesday by the Review and Herald Publishing Assn., at Takoma Park, Washington 12, D.C., U.S.A. Entered as second-class matter August 14, 1903, at the post office at Washington, D.C., under the Act of Congress of Starch 3, 1879. Copyright, 1953, Review and Herald Publishing Assn., Washington 12, D.C. 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She loved her pets too—Waggem, the little black terrier who wagged his tail so hard when she appeared that he wagged all over; and Blinkem, the Shetland pony who came to the door for sugar and followed her around like a dog, nuzzling her from time to time to get attention and love. She loved the canary birds in the big cage near the rose garden as they made music all day long. She loved her Sabbath school, church, and school, and all their activities. Like other girls, Milly Jo loved her daydreams too, daydreams of a bright and wonderful future when she would be a woman. She thought she would like to Photo, Coorte.ty of the Author be a doctor like her daddy. Yes! There seemed to be everything to Milly Jo live for. But then came the crisis, the big test in Milly Jo's life. It seldom comes to one so young; but the way she met the The abiding trust of a little child crisis and passed the test was the measure of Milly Jo, just as it is the measure of is a holy thing. every man, woman, and child. And that is the story I want to tell. Suddenly Milly Jo stopped running, flung her arms across her chest, and doubled over, gasping to get her breath. There was a pain too, and she was, oh, so When God Said tired! This sort of thing had happened many times lately when she ran. Games were such fun, but she could not keep up with the others as she used to. "Why?" she wondered. She did not understand, but mother and daddy knew something about their small daughter that others did YES not know. Their little girl had been born with a defect somewhere in her heart. Many heart specialists had examined her from ••• •:• time to time, but they could not tell where • in the heart, or just what the trouble was. In the meantime Milly Jo knew nothing about all this, and she lived a normal, happy life as her parents wanted her to, down into each heart chamber, but it told please tell me. Am I going to live or die?" except that she had less resistance to colds the story. He could hardly bear it. How should he and other minor illnesses. After her return from the hospital Milly answer? And then she was ten, and soon half said little about this experience, but when "Daddy," she said as she noticed his past ten and growing up, and the pain she had recovered from the ordeal days hesitation, "I am old enough to under- and breathlessness came often. She was later, she called her father aside and said, stand. I can take it. I must know!" tired most of the time. Soon she could no "Daddy, could you and I have a date "Yes," her father thought, "I must tell longer go to school but had to spend most tonight?" Busy as Milly Jo's doctor daddy her. It's only fair." So he did. He told of the time in bed. Then came the crisis! is, he often took time to escort his little her how they found a stenosis, or tight Heart specialists were doing their best. daughter out on a date, so they could have place, in her pulmonary artery, so that the Examinations and tests followed as quickly their "privacy," as Milly said. Of course amount of blood needed as she was grow- as possible. Then there was one more very daddy said Yes! and soon their treat was ing older could not get through.

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