Submitted by:
Kay Cunningham
The
Torbett Sanatorium
Chapter 9
SUCCESS
It's making here an honest name
By serving those in greatest need--
Far better than a world-wide fame
As leader of some selfish creed.
It's loving, serving every day
Those met in dire distress;
Just living here your noblest way-
That's what makes true success.
-J.W.T.
-One verse from my Pastime Poems.
During the past ten years the Bethesda, with its twelve rooms and its bathing
facilities, had grown gradually in patronage until I felt that there must be
something larger to accommodate my institution in the future.
My little hexagon office building by the railroad
had served as an office, with all sorts of modern equipment in the form of
electricity, X-ray, static machines, and many treatment rooms, but all small. Of
course, they served for a time, and furnished the necessary assistance to the
many health- seekers who came to Marlin for treatment and baths.
Doctors Buie, Earle and myself were the staff. My
brother, Bert M. Torbett, who had been in the navy four years, returned and
became a physical therapist in training from 1906 to 1912.
Dr. Oscar Torbett would graduate in Atlanta in
1908. So I began to get plans and specifications ready for a new three-story
brick building containing seventeen rooms, with office space on the first floor.
The little hexagon office building was to be moved behind it for treatment rooms
and doctor's offices.
The new building was begun on November 4,1907,
which was national election day, and was finished ready for occupancy on March
11, 1908. The new Sanatorium was dedicated on the night of its opening, with
services conducted by the Rev. I. F. Betts, Methodist minister and Presiding
Elder, and the Rev. J. H. Gambrell, Baptist minister of Marlin. It was dedicated
to the use of humanity for the utilization of everyone of God's own agencies in
the form of Physical Therapy, for the betterment of mankind and to assist in the
relief of human ailments.
Every Saturday afternoon I gave thirty-minute
lectures to the various patients who were there, dwelling on the nature and
value of preventive medicines, diet, baths and sanitation, and answering all
sorts of health questions that might be asked. I was carrying out the resolution
I made when I was so discouraged by the death of Maggie Box, my first typhoid
fatality.
Soon after the new building was finished, Mrs. J.
C. League of Galveston came to Marlin. I knew she did not need the entire top
floor, but I had no patients to fill it with then and she knew I needed the
money; so, in her bigness of heart, she said she would like to rent the whole
space on the top floor for her own use. She offered to pay me well for it, since
it was so nice and new. Of course I accepted her proposition, and she paid me
liberally. I was indeed glad to receive the money, for my expenses had been very
heavy in completing the building.
Dr. J. H. Rule of Galveston, who treated
longshoremen and others engaged in that kind of work along the Gulf coast,
referred his patients to Marlin for baths and what- ever treatment they might
need, when they expressed a wish to take a vacation. Galveston people were
certainly helpful to me in those early days of struggle.
With our increase in facilities, time flew swiftly
by, and many patients came and went. Often we would go to the I office at six
o'clock in the morning to do test meals and gastric lavage as they were done in
those days. We were especially busy during the summer month, when we had
so many visitors from Louisiana and South Texas.
The institution was called "Sanatorium" because it
used climate and the forces of nature, like heat, light and mineral water. We
took a great deal of time explaining the difference between "Sanitarium" and
"Sanatorium." In 1940, when it was incorporated, with Dr. E. P. Hutchings and
Dr. Howard O. Smith as partners, it was named "The Torbett Clinic and Hospital."
The word "spa" means a health resort where there
are mineral springs. The term originated in Belgium and is used principally in
Europe.
After the opening of the Sanatorium my business
continued to grow and prosper, and a larger clientele was treated each year. As
I have said, the Saturday afternoon lectures given by me were a part of our
regular routine. Many patients told me afterward how they had benefited by the
educational advantages offered in these talks on prevention of disease.
One patient, after I had dwelt on the importance
of the skin and respiration, related what he said was one of. the most tragic
experiences of his life. I had stated that if breathing is stopped for ten
minutes a person will die, and if the action of the skin is cut off for a few
hours, that, likewise would induce death.
"It doesn't take 'a few hours,'" he commented
ruefully. "I know, for I once painted a negro boy with white paint and he
died before we could get the paint washed off. I have never ceased to
regret that boyish prank."
The article mentioned in this book on "The
Detection of Disease in School Life". was read before the State Medical
Association on May 19, 1907, and was given many times after that as a part of my
Saturday afternoon talks to patients.
Some of the outstanding physicians who served on
my staff in the next few years were: pr. S. D. Whitten of Greenville, Texas, who
has been very successful and who has accumlated a fortune. He had a lovely wife
and daughter. Also Dr. W. K. Logsdon of Corsicana, Texas, a highly respected
physician who likewise was blessed with an attractive wife and daughter. Both of
these doctors were members of my staff for three years each. Dr. Jesse B. White
of Amarillo is another staff member who served faithfully and well. His wife was
a nurse, and was superintendent of the hospital for some time.
In 1911 I, developed a rather rapid heart, and
decided I would go, about the first of November, to Johns Hopkins for some
examinations, and for post-graduate work. When I arrived there, I met Dr.
Barker, one of the most brilliant men I have ever known, and head of the
Internal Medicine Department.
Dr. Barker went over me thoroughly, but found no
serious disease. He did find, however, that I had what I called "a dancing
heart." He advised me to eat more meat, and to take about eight or ten drops of
nux vomica three times a day. I took two drops of nux and it almost made me jump
out of bed. I told the doctor he was a very smart man - but he certainly didn't
know my temperament-that I could not take strychnine in any form; neither could
I eat much meat; that I belonged to the cow and donkey type and not to the cat
and dog family; that I never ate meat more than once a day.
I got along pretty well after that, and soon came
having little acid in my stomach. Later on I wrote the poem "The Dancing
Heart." Here it is:
I'm the man who works
with a Dancing Heart
To help my friends each day;
While it dances along
Like a merry song
That children love to play.
It jumps with its extra systoles
And beats against my breast;
But still I'm glad
Each day I've had
Some joy in work; some love and rest.
It dances a clog, or maybe a jig,
And it changes its time and tune;
But it feeds my brain,
And gives me no pain,
So I'm happy as a bride in June.
I'm working along to help my friends
To health and joy each day,
And my dancing heart
Is doing its part
Till the Master calls it away.
-J.W.T.
I received a letter from Dr. Barker complimenting me on the above verses, and
adding that they gave me an excellent explanation of that type of heart disease.
Johns Hopkins has attained prominence because of
the great men who have served on the staff there - all of them honest and frank.
One day when I was talking with Doctor Thayer, he was examining and diagnosing
the case of a man from South Carolina whose hands had a dark-gloved appearance
and who gave a history of recurrent diarrhea every Spring. I said, "Doctor, I
believe this is pellagra."
He thought for a moment. "Yes," he agreed, "I
think you're right. We hadn't thought of that; we don't see many cases of
pellagra."
Such honesty and fairness of judgment was a
characteristic thing. Great men like Osler, Barker, Halstead, Welch, Gilchrist
and Rountree, all shared this common virtue.
I often
visited the sun-dial in the yard in front of the main entrance, and never forgot
the motto on the dial:
"The hour on which the
shadow stands-
That hour alone is in thy hands."
At the entrance is a large statue, about ten feet
high, which bears the invitation:
"Come unto me, all ye
that are weary and heavy laden,
And I will give you rest."
Dr. S. Weir Mitchell had a dancing heart at the age of twenty-six which gave him
much worry and anxiety but by care and common sense he lived to be eighty-four,
and he did many great things. He wrote splendid poetry and several novels,
besides many scientific medical works.
Sudden sharp pains behind the breast bone and down
one or both arms, swollen ankles at night, and shortness of breath on slightest
exertion are danger signals that mean: Go to bed and send for your doctor!
Surgeon John Hunter of London had angina. He said:
"My life is in the hands of any rascal who chooses to make me angry." One chose
to do so and he fell over dead.
Emotional upsets, tobacco and worry are causes of
the increased death rate from heart trouble.
Lemons have much Vitamin C and P, which prevent
and cure scurvy and capillary hemorrhages present in coronary disease and
cerebral hemorrhages. Use more lemons.
FAMOUS DOCTORS AND CLINICS
I had visited most of the famous clinics and seen many well
known and famous doctors in the larger cities, such as Baltimore, Philadelphia,
New York, Chicago, and Dr. Kellogg in Battle Creek, and so I thought I would go
to the Mayo Clinic, which was becoming widely known at that time. I met many of
the well-known doctors there. Dr. Louis Wilson, one of the most charming and
remarkable men I have ever met anywhere. I told him what I wanted - that I was a
young man beginning an institution and wished to find out what would be helpful
in increasing my service to the patrons of Texas. He talked to me an hour about
the future of medicine and possible socialized-medicine.
He gave me a card and told me to go to every part
of the institution and tell them to show me around and tell me whatever I wanted
to know and they did.
When I returned to him, he said, "All right, what
did you find, and what do you want to know further ?" I told him I wanted to
know what I could do to increase the efficiency of my institution. He told me to
get a surgeon and they could charge more and would get very much more
appreciation than a medical man, although a medical man might save one's life.
Fifteen dollars would be an ordinary fee for such service, while surgical fees
would be very much more.
He then asked me what I thought they needed in
their institution to improve their services, and I told him that by all means
they needed physical therapy - the baths, light, electricity, and those agencies
that God has given man for his service, and he said, "I think you are right
about it."
Several years after that when I returned, he
recognized me at sight and the first thing he asked was, "Well, Doctor, have you
gotten your surgeon yet ?" and I answered him, "Yes, we have two." He said,
"Well, we were both profited by that visit of yours the last time you were here.
We have the physical therapy of all kinds here now."
In 1924 I became a member of the American College
of Physicians. I attended the meetings almost every year in the larger cities,
and heard the great men give lectures on both medicine, surgery, and diagnosis.
I attended also quite a number of the meetings at
the Post-graduate Assembly of America, which always had a medical man and a
surgeon on the program on each subject.
Many patients make long, expensive visits to see
these famous surgeons and physicians, when specialists nearer could give
them more personal service and treat many cases as well.
TONY WONS
Several years ago I met Tony Wons in Chicago at the Sherman
Hotel. He talked with me each night after his radio program. He told me when he
was nearly grown he took tuberculosis and had to spend years in West Texas and
Arizona in bed recovering. He cut out verses, jokes and other interesting pieces
and made "Tony's Scrapbook," which sold for quite a bit of money to help support
his mother and family. It is a very nice fad which I have used and recommended
to many others as a helpful diversion. Tony developed a fine Shakesperean voice
and learned much that he could recite well.
THE FIRST WORLD WAR
During World War I the strain on our institution
and on myself was terrific. All of the doctors were gone except three: Dr. Mary
Webb, my brother, Dr. Oscar Torbett, and me. And our clients continued to
increase in number. I was County Chairman of the Red Cross for the entire
district, and Mrs. W. H. Allen was secretary. We certainly did a lot of work for
the Red Cross. Mrs. Allen and the other members of the committee, however, did
more than I did. Not only was I chairman during the war, and for twenty years in
all, but my services were recognized in a certificate which I received from the
President of the United States.
Because I could speak German, I was successful in
lining up some of our German communities. I explained the work we were doing,
and many were enthusiastic in their support. They declared their ancestors had
left Germany to escape militarism, and they subscribed their full quota of bonds
without hesitation.
I was also one of the directors of the State Y. M.
C. A. for that period, and for several years thereafter, with such enthusiastic
and inspiring men as President Vinson of Texas University, and Dr. Bizzell of A.
& M. College, Dr. Brooks of Baylor, H. H. Simmons of Hillsboro, Gause of Mart,
and that efficient evangelistic secretary, J. C. Coulter; George Wheeler,
Secretary of the Y. M. C. A. in San Antonio for thirteen years, and twenty-one
years as Secretary of the Mart Y. M. C. A., a leader in long and efficient
service.
Just prior to this period I went to Battle Creek
to attend a meeting of the American Electro-Therapeutic Association, a national
association and the oldest organization for those practicing electric and hydro
therapy. It was called at Battle Creek by Dr. Kellogg, the founder, who had
built the great six-story sanitarium there that was so popular for many years
before it was taken over by the government and enlarged. It is now known as the
Percy Jones Hospital and is operated by the government for the use of veterans.
Dr. Kellogg entertained the entire membership for
three days, and the next to the last night we had a banquet. At this banquet Dr.
Kellogg was called on to speak and gave a splendid account of the last forty
years and the things that had been accomplished by him and his co-workers in
building that great institution.
From the president, Dr. George Phaler of
Philadelphia, the word was passed to me that I would be called on next. Of
course I did not know why, except that I had been chairman of the section of
dietetics for several years and had a report to read the next day.
When Dr. Kellogg finished his speech, I thought quickly of something I might
say, and suddenly I remembered an extravagant forecast I had given at Hubbard
City before a medical association about two years previously, outlining the
things that might be accomplished in the next forty years. So I arose and stated
that I could not tell of any great things I had accomplished, but that I would
portray, with my Jules Verne imagination, some of the things that might be
accomplished in the next forty years, if we all worked as hard as Dr. Kellogg
had done in the past. So great would be the advancement in science, I told them,
that no one would die except of very old age or by accident. I outlined that
television would be practiced within that time, so that we might see and hear
grand opera in our homes.
We would ride on motorcycles, in flying machines, and do preventive medical
practice, examine the blood, tryout diet tests, etc. Vitamins would be so
advanced by that time, I continued, that rations for a small army would occupy
very little space, and vitamins would be given hypodermically so that they could
do double work in pepping you up.
I said further that I was sure Dr. Kellogg by that
time would have invented a non-alcoholic, eggless egg-nog which would be
regarded as the "elixir of life." (Dr. Kellogg was very much amused.) He had
told us if we ate too much beef we would become beefy; if we ate too much hog we
would be hoggy; and I questioned what would be the result if we ate too many
nuts - would we be nutty? Dr. Kellogg was an ardent exponent of nuts as a
substitute for meat. He declared he had not eaten any meat in many years. On
this diet he lived healthfully and happily to be ninety-one years old, and then
died of pneumonia. He was a marvelous man, with a wonderful memory and great
ability.
When the banquet was over, I was elected President
of the Association. This was a surprise to me, as I thought Dr. Kellogg should
have been elected.
METHODIST CONFERENCE
In 1922 I
was elected delegate to the General Conference of the Methodist Church that met
in Hot Springs. I served nineteen days there, being associated with prominent
bishops and Methodist leaders from all over the South. It was an experience
greatly enjoyed by me. I was glad to meet James Kilgore, former president of
Southern Methodist University and an old fellow teacher at Centenary; also Ivan
Lee Holt, who later became a bishop. He was a delegate from Missouri.
At that meeting, Bishop Sam R. Hay, who has now
passed on; Bishop H. A. Boaz, Bishop James E. Dickey and Bishop Hoyt M. Dobbs
were elected. All were outstanding men. Bishop Dickey had been president of
Emory University and ;Bishop Hay had been pastor of many large churches. Bishop
Boaz had been president of Southern Methodist University in Dallas.
It was on the nineteenth day that the bridge over
the Brazos River near Marlin washed out, killing several Marlin people, among
them the mayor of the town and Dr. W. H. Allen. Many others were saved by
clinging to floating rafts. One of these was Herbert Rice, who clung to a
floating timber that also had a negro boy and a copperhead snake on it. Neither
bothered the other. Herbert and our Methodist minister, Herman Knickerbocker,
were saved six miles down the river, by means of ropes thrown from a bridge.
MARLIN CHAMBER OF
COMMERCE AND CLUBS
Marlin has its Chamber of Commerce, of which I have been a member for
forty-eight years, and a director many times. Our city now has a Junior Chamber
of Commerce, the members of which have ambitions to do great things for the
town. Marlin also has a Country Club, with a building and a lake for
entertainment; a City Park, with a swimming pool; and also the Rotary and Lions
Clubs.
Among the women's organizations are the various
church societies, and further listed among the clubs are the Learners Club for
literary improvement, and a social club that has been active for many years.
Besides their social activities, members of the latter have done some civic
work. They play games as a social pastime. It used to be "forty-two," a game
played with dominoes. Some of the ministers denounced this amusement in fervid
sermons, some years ago, as exceedingly wicked. Times have changed, and
preachers have become more tolerant. Even playing cards, which our grandmothers,
many of them, called "the tools of the devil," are used in many clubs here and
elsewhere.
The Garden Club is an outstanding local
organization. It was organized in March, 1923, by Mrs. B. J. Linthicum. Our
bright woman lawyer, Miss Marjorie Rogers, had a beautifully written article in
the Dallas News some time ago about Mrs. Linthicum and her garden. She had
always been a great lover of flowers, loving especially the red ones. Mrs.
Linthicum had many kinds of flowers and also a bird sanctuary in her garden. The
beautiful two-story Colonial home, "The Southland," is surrounded by sturdy
liveoak trees. It is now owned and occupied by Dr. and Mrs. Howard O. Smith. Two
hundred guests celebrated the opening of this garden, one of the show places of
the time. At the entrance this motto was placed:
"In the kiss of the sunshine there's pardon;
In the song of the bird there is mirth;
You are nearer to God in a garden
Than anywhere else on this earth."
The Garden Club has been an incentive to the
ladies of Marlin to beautify the town and their own yards. The many visitors who
come here each year enjoy and comment on th9 beautiful homes and gardens
throughout Marlin.
'Flowers for the living'
is a motto of ours,
Fashioned in beauty by Nature's great powers;
Flowers with fragrance and beauty for all,
Blushing and blooming from Spring until Fall;
Weaving God's sunshine into bright hues,
Bringing rejoicing and banishing blues;
Wafting Love's messages on every breeze,
Mixed with the songs of the birds in the trees.
This is beautifully printed on a board in my yard. On July 12, 1933, a very
outstanding event took place in Waco. We were to select a superintendent for the
Methodist Orphans Home. Out of forty applicants, Mr. Hubert Johnson,
superintendent of the Gatesville Schools, was elected. He, his wife and
daughter, Marie, have carried on very efficiently since that time. The has
had a phenomenal growth during these years under his management.
The present Board's personnel consists of
prominent ministers, business and professional men and women from various parts
of the State and are Mr. J. S. Bridwell, Wichita Falls; Mr. R. B. Bryant,
Stamford; Mr. J. C. DeShong, Paris; Rev. Joe Emanuel, Monahans; Mrs. W. W.
Fondren, Houston; Mr. Beauford Jester, Corsicana; Dr. E. D. Landreth, Clarendon;
Mr. Porter Loring, San Antonio; Mr. T. C. Mitchell, Marfa; Rev. B. J. Osborn,
Cisco; Mr. J. J. Perkins, Wichita Falls; Dr. J. N. R. Score, Georgetown; Rev. L.
D. Shawver, Jacksboro; Dr. J. Richard Spann, San Antonio; Dr. J. W. Torbett,
Marlin, Chairman.
PIPE ORGAN
The Torbett Memorial Organ was dedicated in the
Harrell Chapel of the Methodist Home, Waco, Texas, on May 18, 1941, with
impressive ceremonies. It was presented by me in honor of my late father, John
Cornelius Torbett, to be used for the glory of God and the inspiration of all
hearers. Robert A. Markham, head of the organ department of Baylor University,
was guest organist. On the occasion of the .dedication my good friend, Grace
Noll Crowell of Dallas, one of America's most dearly loved poets, wrote:
"This organ is given by a loving son
In memory of his father. May it speak
Through music of a victory to be won;
Of high places to attain, if we but seek
The good and true and beautiful in life;
And may its golden notes sound out so clear
That Peace will follow clamoring and strife,
And something of heaven itself may enter here.
" 'Praise Him with the organ,' we are told -
And 'Paise Him with the harp,' and thus today
We would praise God as great men did of old,
With music that can bear the heart away
From earth to heaven. God, through all the days
Accept this organ's lifted voice as praise."
-Grace Noll Crowell.
CHIMES
The twenty tubular chimes which supplement the 547
individual pipes in this great organ I gave the impressed me with the
beauty of chimes. I thought of how my father, a great lover of music, would have
loved to hear them.
I also thought of a story told by Bob Ripley, in
his "Believe It or Not" column, concerning an incident which occurred during the
First World War, in 1915. A German officer had violated some of the rules of the
Kaiser and had been sentenced to be shot. He was placed in an enclosure and when
the time for the execution arrived he was told that he would be granted one last
request - if it were possible to grant it.
Just at that moment the chimes in a nearby church
began to play. "Oh," the condemned man pleaded eagerly, "let me listen to those
chimes; they will soothe my soul. When they have stopped then you may shoot me."
Permission was given, and the chimes played on. Before the last note had
sounded, a messenger came swiftly, bearing a reprieve for the officer, and he
was finally released.
About two years before Ripley's story was written,
this same officer was appointed by Hitler to go out and collect all the bells
and chimes from the various churches, to be melted down for ammunition. When he
came to this place he asked the old man who played the chimes whether he had
been playing them in 1915. The answer was, "Oh, yes sir, I have been doing this
for forty years. The chimes are my very life. Please do not destroy them!"
"Well, my good man," was the reply, "those chimes
saved my life during the last war, and I will leave them with you if you will
agree not to play any more until peace comes again." The promise was given, most
gratefully.
This little story, in a measure, strengthened my
decision to give some chimes to the Methodist Church in Marlin, in the hope that
they might thrill the hearts of hearers, even if they did not result in saving a
life.
The Marlin chimes were installed in December,
1945. These are the lines I wrote in dedication:
We give to Marlin these
sweet chimes
To warm your hearts within,
With sacred melodies at times
That banish thoughts of sin,
And fill your hearts with love supreme
For God, as man's immortal dream.
At the morning service I presented to the church the chimes. They are
efficiently installed and seem to be quite satisfactory, a joy to the people of
the town, as attested by many telephone calls and letters received after their
installation.
Other friends are equally generous in their
expressions of approval. Sometimes I am burdened with a sense of humility
because I cannot altogether measure up their estimates. Mrs. George McKamy of
Hebron, Texas, sent a letter of commendation to the Dallas News. Modesty
prevents me quoting the entire letter, but she said, in part: "Dr. Torbett's
mission in life is to 'help somebody today.' He is not only a doctor for the
sick in body, but for those who are lonesome, blue and despondent. He treats the
poor just like he does the rich, and is a dad to all who need him . . . I know,
because I used to work for him."
In a succeeding section of this book, "From Day to
Day," the reader is given an inside glimpse of a busy doctor's office, which
will look familiar to the writer of the above. Her kindly expressions are
greatly appreciated.
AN IDEAL LOVE MATCH
The
groom had come to the from Anderson County, in 1925. His boyhood was very
normal until he contracted tuberculosis. The dread disease had taken the life of
one of his sisters. After it became very serious, he and the other sister went
to the Tuberculosis Sanatorium. Then the dynamic personality of the groom took
over. Through his determination and will to regain his health, he came through
the ordeal. Little by little, he regained the health he had lost and finally he
became a husky guy like other fellows.
The bride was very charming and beautiful; the groom did not
show his recent hours of strain and travel. Everything moved with perfection,
yet there was something very different about this wartime wedding. There was a
long story behind it.
This wedding took place at the Harrell Memorial Chapel on the
campus of the Methodist Home.
C. B. Malone made a place for himself among the students and
teachers of the Home. He was a diligent worker, a good sport, a natural leader.
Even his daring and mischievous pranks only served to endear him to his
associates. Graduating from the Waco High School, he attended A. & M. College
and Baylor University.
Then another chapter of his life unfolded. He had always loved
a scrap and when other fellows started into this big, important one, he decided
he had a part to play, too. He enlisted in the Marine Corps. The stark, moving
drama of his life in the Marine Corps is one that few of the students have
heard, but it is a fascinating one. Two years of foreign duty. And then --
another triumph! When his division came for a rest, he applied for a
transfer. His transfer came through and he was assigned to a Naval Air Training
Center and was later commissioned lieutenant in the USMC on December 31, 1943.
After getting through the entanglement of red tape, prior to a leave, he finally
left for Waco, on the morning of January 1.
In the meantime, the bride had arrived for the holidays.
Never had there been such excitement. Two sweethearts of the Methodist were
going to be married! Treasure Thomas and C. B. Malone. To the girls and boys who
had held them as ideals for years, it was a marvelous event.
The groom finally arrived, after driving all day in the sleet
and rain. He was a little late; everybody had been excited and afraid that he
wouldn't make it, but the bride was very calm and sure. The children and other
guests assembled in the Harrell Chapel and the wedding ceremony was performed.
This is a success story in the eyes of the world. The success
of a boy who overcame a great handicap and made a place for himself. A boy whose
ambition and endeavor had won for him one of the loveliest girls in the world.
It is the story of a charming girl, a college graduate, well read, well
informed, a diligent worker in her chosen profession, truly "everybody's
Treasure." Their dreams of success and happiness came true. But the dream is
only half finished. It is being carried on in the hearts of two dreamers,
Lieutenant and Mrs. Malone, who now are at with a beautiful daughter to add
to their well-deserved happiness.
-By Hubert Johnson.
Memorial to the eight boys from the who were lost in the war:
OUR PRAYER
We thank Thee, Lord, for our own boys
Who made the sacrifice supreme,
Whose souls have won immortal joys,
Who died for our immortal dream;
They fought to help the world increase
Our hopes for one long lasting peace.
-J.W.T.
PUNCTUALITY
Set aside a time each day
For everything you do
A time to work, a time to play,
None left for being blue.
A time to love the friends you know,
A time to sleep and rest,
A time alone each day to show
You're worthy to be blessed.