The Omaha guide., 1942-06-27

Almira Hess is the Crafts Teacher.
and Girls Worker. Mrs. Katherine
Mimick, is the office secretary, and
Mrs. Johanna Anderson is the Mus
ical Director.
Through the courtesy Of these e.
1 was shown through the
plant. The Mission, apparently, is
operated for the benefit of juvenil-
es, ranging in age from three up to
the high teens.
These children are taught all
sorts of handicraft work; Bible les
sons, and special musical studies.
A large yard, filled with swings, a.
musement devices, ETC., is always
available, as well as a complete
gymnasium in which every form of
amusement and recreation is afford
I'd.
When I didn't e any colored
children taking advantage of these
opportunities I, naturally, inquired,
and learned that about a year ago
there were quite a few but for some
reason or other the colored children
Just don't take enough interest in
the facilities afforded to form class
es and partake of the privileges.
Is that the way it really is. c. C?
Com
What night, last week, was It,
we had the awful storm, G. G?
oh, yes, I remember. 1t was Fri
day night. That was the night the
Mt. Calvary Community Spiritual
Church held their mammoth candle
light parade and open-air services at
the Ball Park, 22nd and Burdette.
1 needn't tell you about this par
ade. 1 couldn't anyway. 1t vas
.colorful. That is there were more
different kinds Of variegated colored
robes, uniforms, and whatnot, thai
is possible for anyone outside of an
artistic to describe. Besides, how
could I describe the various costuin-
es. 1 presume some were costumed
as Angels. Some as Saints. Some
as Lords. And goodness knows
what all. At any rate it was color
full.
And the Lord was with them, too,
for it didn't start to rain until the
services were nearly over.
At the first drop of rain I headed
for home. And, once at home, it
only took me five minutes to get 70
sleep and 1 slept soundly until morn
ing.
The next morning, in making my
rounds, I observed trees blown
down, and uprooted. Telegraph and
telephone wires strewn all about.
And debris of one sort or another
piled here and there. Really, there
had been a storm! And the towns
folk were talking about it every
where I went. 1t raj really some
thing to talk about h~ereabouts. But
I slept through it all.
CEN
Perhaps, G. G. you ask how could
I have slept through it. That's easy
to answer. A little storm that lasts
for only a few hours is a mere
tickling experience to me. You
should read some Of my book man.
uscripts, C. C. and read of the real
storms I've been in down in the
tropics. Hurricanes that lasted, not
for a few hours, but for a few days,
and n incident on a boat in which
we were running in and out of hur-
ricanes for an entire week. 1 swore
that if I ever got off that boat alive
that I never would get on another.
I got off alive. At Port-au-Spain,
TrTnT6nd II hn6ngf hA@- 49, ~--
enough to get dried out good when
another hurricane came along, last
ing three days, that made my boat
experience seem quite tame.
CON-
I must tell you about a portion Of
this particular storm.
I. with others, had gathered in a
central community house, where, it
was presumed, we were clustered in
a hurricane-proof building. The
crowd was a motley one. There
were preachers, church members,
sinners, gamblers, prostitutes, moth
ers, fathers, children, widows and
strangers. I was one Of the latter.
For the first six or eight hours we
didn't seem Inconvenience. True
the winds were bowling; the RAIN
was coming down in torrents; and
the building was lighted only by
oil-light, the electric power having
long since been shut off. And, of
course, the skies were pitch dark,
and the middle Of the day seemed
like the blackness Of night.
Every once i ma while some strag-
gler would mako his Way to the