St. Paul recorder. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1962-01-26
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BY Maurice Duke

By Maurice Duke
We in the Twin Cities are way
out" in respect to our antiquated
ways concerning our young people.
There only seems to be one person
in the Twin Cities who is we'll
aware of our inadequacy in this
field.
The Rev. Stanley R. King, pas
tor of Sabathani Baptist church
in Minneapolis is doing all in his
power to revamp our out-moded
idea of bringing up the children of
today.
Rev. King is doing this by de-
parture from the materialistic view
of the 10th century. In other words,
a reawakening of the spiritual
world, of our inner life, of religion.
He does not mean religion as a
dogma or as a church, but as a
vital feeling.
During this new year, it may be
helpful thus to recall these bits of
wisdom. For as nuclear as we are,
as far out as We'll ever be, the rea-
son for our existence remains the
same. We are here because of the
irresistible urge to reproduce.
Helplessly, we arrive in this
world, add what we can to the
general confusion, and then depart
with equal helplessness. The i'm
preston left behind by most of us
usually just about equals the hole
left in a bucket of water after a
clenched fist is withdrawn.
We, in our incredible ego, have
figured out all sorts of fancy rea-
sons for being here, with paradis-
ical goals to match. In our clever
ness, we have risen to dizzy mater
ial heights. BY our own hand we
have cut our workday down to a
third. We have freed our wives
from the drudgery Of the kitchen.
Our lines of communication are
complete. We have sixteen hours a
day to ourselves, and we are mis-
cradle, tragic figures, and all be-
cause we have cast aside many
precious gems of ancient lore.
AS smart as we are, three-score-
and-ten is still just about the limit.
An objective glance at the mirror
still reveals one of the lesser
beauties among Gods creatures.
The excuse for our existence is
still the same as it ever was: to
serve our Creator by serving our
kind. There isn't a soul alive who
doesn't know in his heart that the
greatest satisfaction always comes
from love for and service to others.
And yet, fools that we are, we
envy and hate and despise and de-
ceive. We pity when we should
love. We resent and begrudge
when we should respect and ad-
mire. We are sick in our heads,
fascinated by gossip and drool, ven
Grating mediocrity, scorning truth
and light. A craftsman these days
is a weirdie. Integrity is for
squares; tradition, for the birds.
But, you know, to each of us
there comes eventually a moment
Of truth, by the brilliant light OF
which the answers to many ques-
tons become remarkably clear.
Long life is a privilege denied to
many; but life of any length is an
opportunity to share in the marvel
of creation. Even if we do nothing
but sit there and rot, we enrich the
soil, in spite of ourselves. But to
the extent that we make use of
the faculties with which we are
endowed, thus do we gather this
glorious experience called life.
James Hudson, of the Mill Town
once again reigns supreme as the
High Priest of social activities in
the Twin Cities.
On the evening of Jan. 20, 1862,
James gave another party in the
recreation room in his home. This
party, like those in the past, was
success from the very start.
On Saturday evening, January
20, 1862, Mr.. and Mrs. Horace
Harper of st. Paul, gave a going
away party for the pert and pref
ty Barbara Williams Of Mime
apolis. Barbara will leave the Twin
Cities and return to sunny Los
Angeles.
Those in attendance were Gar
land Hunter, Dorothy Caldwell,
Dannette Coats, Sonny Beecham,
Glenn Beecham, and Bill Frelix.
Also present were MARITIME An
derson, Rita Davis, Dolores Tonnes,
Mary Scott, Regina Ballard, Mar