South Bend Mirror, June 22, 1945

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THE' MIRROR
SUNDAY SCHOOL
&       LESSON
It Is Where Sin
Abounds That the
Church Is Needed
the International Sunday School
rff $ Lesson for June 24
Scripture: Acts 11:19-26; 13:1-3;
II Timothy; Hebrews; I Peter
4:7-5:4.
♦ * • '
tN the early history of Israel
p. the religion of the faithful
Was constantly subject to the allurements of idolatry, and the
immoral practices associated
with the idolatry of the surrounding peoples. When Greece
Ibecame dominant through the
world conquests of Alexander
the Great, effort was made to
feorrupt the religion of Judaism
(by the infiltration of Grecian
pagan ideas and practices. It'
iwjas against this that the Maccabees made their valiant fight,
and that many of the Jews were
faithful despite cruel persecution. Through defeat, exile, and
dispersion the Jewish people had
.darned their lesson. It was a
purified lemnant that came back
to Jerusalem from Babylon, and
Jews scattered throughout the
ancient world, instead of succumbing to the pagan life
iaround them, cherished the
Imore the religion of their fathers.
; Many Gentiles, reacting against
jinoral laxity, were converts to
'Judaism.
But the real power of the
/church was in the faith and zeal
of the Christian disciples. The
(Apostles took the commission tc
!go into all the world and preach
Ithe Gospel with deep seriousness,
[and greatest of all from the
ist__Qdpoint of missionary fervor
and achievement was the new
Aftostle, Paul. This remarkable
man, who had lived in all good
conscience from his youth, and
who in his conscientious zeal
had persecuted the Christians,
when he perceived the truth of
the new way became as earnest
in his propagandism for his newfound faith.
It was symbolic of the work
and purpose of the Christian
church that the disciples should
have been first called Christians
at Antioch. It was fitting that in
a corrupt city of 500,000 people,
the disciples should have been
called Christians. The name befitted their character and their
purpose. It is where sin abounds
that grace is needed.
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Now I Can Eat Pickles
(From Page Five)
"don't you think most people  can
eat mashed potatoes anyway?"
Mr. Merkei rose from his chair.
'My dear young lady, for years .1
wouldn't touch them." Then he
added thoughtfully, "Probably a
lot of people have no idea mashed
potatoes can be sheer torment."
"Probably not," Eileen murmured.
"But when they see our subway
car cards, they'll begin to be suspicious,"    Mr.    Merkei   continued
happily,    "and    eventually  they'L
Duy.ng Merkei."
Eileen managed what she hoped
was a smile.    Then   Mr.   Merkei
eached into his pocket, pulled out
four boxes of the Comiortei s, and
laid them   diffidently on   Eileen's
desk.
"Present," he said with a faint
blush, and stumbled out the door.
Unfortunately Eileen had not
seen the last of Mr. Merkei. He
arrived, in fact, on the dot of nine
the next morning, and not alone.
A squat little man with sideburns
and a black bow tie trailed in his
fear.
"This is Alfonse, the Merkei
staff artist," Mr. Merkei said
chattily.
Alfonse tipped his black derby.
Eileen regarded him with instant
and fierce distaste.
"Alfonse's medium is the silhouette," said Mr. Merkei.
"How interesting," Eileen replied sourly.
"I dunno, boss," Alfonse grumbled. "Of course she's not as fat
as the other one was, but if we're
going to do it over, why not get
a good looker?"
Eileen bristled. "Miss McKenney
is pretty as a picture," Mr. Merkei
declared stoutly. "Now, her pro-,
file on a subway car card—"
My sister rose dramatically from
her swivel chair and cried, "Mr.
Merkei! I forbid—"
Mr. Merkei raised an impeccably gloved hand. "It came to me,
Miss McKenney! Suddenly I realized that I've been an old stick-
in-the-mud. From now on we're
going to have a new slogan every
month! First mashed potatoes!
Then popped corn! The month
after that something else."
"Yes, but Mr. Merkei—"
"And the Merkei Stomach Comforter Company is through with
double chins!" Mr. Meikel cried
his enthusiasm mounting. "Your
lovely profile from now on will
adorn advertisements."
"No!"
'*Miss McKenney," Mr. Merkei
aid, his face working, "the profile on the Merkei advertisement
for ten years was that of my ex-
wife. It was a sentimental gesture.
I had hoped to win her back.
Alfonse winked. "Get it?"-he
said coarsely as he unloaded his
scissors and a sheaf of black paper from his briefcase. Mr. Merkei blushed and Eileen sank into
her  swivel  chair,  feeling faint.
The sitting went off in silence.
The Merkei Stomach Comforter
staff artist snipped drearily away
and Mr. Merkei sat tensely on
Eileen's desk, regarding my sister (
with steady but unnerving admi- I
ration—the boa constrictor and
the sheep, Eileen said afterward.
Finally Alfonse rose and threw j
his scissors to th> floor in a testy !
gesture. "I can't make nothin' outa
her. You shoulda got a blonde,"
he said.
"Bad cess to you, too!" Eifeep
replied, stung. Mr. Merkei stowed
the finished silhouette reverently
away in his portfolio, shooed his
staff artist out the door, and then
paused at the threshold.
"Don't mind him," he said shyly.   "I think you're beautiful."
Eileen spent the next few days
in profound depression. Then one
morning Mr. Merkei sent Eileen
loses—a bad sign. And that night.
as Eileen boarded a Seventh Avenue subway train on the arm of a
beau named Pete, she glanced up
and spotted herself, just over the
door, stating in the familiar little'
j balloon, "Now I can eat Mashed
Potatoes."
j    It was   sickening,    Eileen   said
! later.   She felt her knees buckling.
t She got Pete off the train with her
• dreadful    secret - intact,   but that
night was only the beginning. She
developed a hunted-woman complex.   She   began   to eschew subways for taxicabs, and when  the
"Now I can eat Popped Corn" slo -
gan, adorned by her profile, went
up on the Sixth Avenue "L,"" she
walked to work for days.
Gradually Eileen's whole character changed. Her bright spirit
darkened. She dreamed of revenge and developed a sickening
d-stase for mashed potatoes and
popped corn, and later, as Mr.
Merkel's imagination    soared   to i
new triumphs, for chicken and
oysters. In vain I assured her chat
nobody but Mr. Merkei and his
staff artist knew that the pug-
nosed young lrtciy in th_ _-.__-__*
ads was my sister.
"I see them looking at :ne or.
the 'LY' Eileen retorted darkly.
Then one day she rang me up,
all excited and happy as a lark.
"Hey," she shouted, "get out the
French dictionary and tell me
what's :*at poison."
"Rat poison? Now listen, Eileen
McKenney, I won't have you—"
"Hurry up, dope," Eileen
roared. "Old man Merkei is tottering over to the office and he'~
going to let me make up nex.
mon.h's slogan as a special treat.'
I reported back a few minutes
later, "Rat poison in Freneh is
'death to rats,' mort-aux-rats—la
mort, feminine, you know."
"Bother," said Eileen. "Well,
what's worms?"
"Now, Eileen," I started off in
soothing tones.
"Worms!" she demanded. "In
French."
I flipped the pages. "Les vermis-
seaux," I replied hastily, and hung
up.
Of course, Mr. Ronald • Merkei
should have known better, but
still I felt a little sorry \ for him
when I heard Eileen's gleeful report that night. "Les vermisseaux,"
Eileen had told him, "is my favorite dish. It's made of lobster and
sherry and cheese and garlic."
"Simply splendid," said Mr.
Merkei. "It will give us tone. And
next month we can go back to
something very simple."
The new Merkei car cards went
up on schedule. Apparently nobody at the printer's spoke French;
"Now I can eat Les Vermisseaux,"
Eileen stated from her somewhat
enlarged balloon.
But days passed and then :
week and then two weeks, and
finally Eileen began to lose hope.
Was there no cosmopolitan in New
York ready to raise hell with the
Merkei Stomach Comforter Company for recommending worms to
the general public?
The break came just in time. A
visiting French celebrity, some
broken down old statesman who
had come over to see the skyline,
told reporters that the mosi
piquant feature of his new York
trip, outside of the American women, naturellement (slight bow),
was a little advertisement he had
seen inciting subway riders to
cannibalism. Vermisseaux, he explained, could mean worms, but
generally and more colloquially it
meant horrid and contemptible human beings.
The next day whimsy broke
loose in the morning papers. Eileen
saw the story in the Times, with
the Merkei Stomach Comforter
Company right in the headlines.
She trotted into the Hostler, Hostler & Duval office slightly late, to
collect her pay and bid her fellow-
workers a fond good-day. Mr.
Merkei was waiting for her.
"Miss McKenney!" he cried,
while Eileen turned purple. "You
have done it! At last, success! Ten
years I've been trying to get the
name   of    the    Merkei    Stomach
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FEDERAL WAR AGENCIES
OPA   DIRECTORY
Rent Control Office, fifth floor, Pythian building.   Phone 4-0154—4-0155.
War Price and Ration Board No. 1, for all South Bend and Portage township west of Lafayette boulevard and German and Warren townships, 106 West
Monroe street.    Phone 4-0173.
War Price and Ration Board No. 2, for all South Bend and Portage township east of Lafayette boulevard and Olive, Greene, Centre, Liberty, Lincoln
ana Union townships, 106 West Monroe street.    Phone 3-8219.
War Price and Ration Board No. 3, for all of Mishawaka and Penn township
and Clay, Harris and Madison townships, 202 Lincoln Way East, Mishawaka.
Phone 5-2116.
The war price and ration boards ration sugar, tires, automobiles, gasoline,
fuel, oil, bicycles and rubber boots and are price control agencies.
OTHER WAR AGENCIES
Office of Defense Transportation, Tower building (commercial vehicles only).
Phone -2-3393.
United States Employment Office, 216 % North Michigan street. Phone 3-6175.
U. S. Veterans Administration, 804 Sherland Building.   Phone 4-6177.
War Manpower Commission Office, J. M. S. building.   Phone 2-1463.
War Production Board Office, 808 Sherland building. (All priorities.) Phone
2-1435.
Comforter Company in the headlines. Miss McKenney!" He hesitated.     "Eileen!"
"Now Mr. Merkei," Eileen said
nervously.
"Call me Ronald," Mr. Merkei
quavered, and pressed her hand.
After that, of course, Eileen had
to quit. Mr. Merkei pursued her
with letters and roses and telegrams for weeks. Then one nighl
we got on the subway. Just above
us was the profile of a lady with r
large double chin. "Now I can eat
Pickles?' said the little balloon.
"Poor Mr. Merkei," Eileen said
thoughtfully, "His Indian summer
is over."
THE :_ND.
President Truman airs hopes
that there will be an early,
free, and democratic election in
Poland. The London faction of
the Polish government, however, is sure it won't be free
and democratic, and, with Russia stili occupying the country,
is probably . afraid it will be
early.
Homes For Bombed Britain
MV_n_erican women are pretty.
But Russian women are really
beautiful."—Harry Hopkins, in
Moscow.     	
"Sailors just don't like bell-
bottom pants." — Sen. Langer,
North Dakota, sponsoring bill to
banish them. >
"Here's a chance to save $42,-
000,000 a year and end a menace!"
—Rep. Gavin, Pa., in hearing to
abolish or extend OWL
"Labor today has its greatest
stake in averting all conditions,
through taxation or in any other
way, that militate against free
enterprise."—Dave Deck, Seattle,
AFL leader.
"Direction of private output
by public authority in peacetime
is repugnant to American ways
of thought."-— War Mobilizer
Vinson.      	
"We've concluded that the
Near East is near enough."—-
Sen. Soaper.
Prefabricated houses
of the type shown
above will be shipped
overseas through lend-
lease by the U. S. for
30,000 British families,
Victims of the Nazi
rocket-bomb blitz. Fixtures, such as gas
ranges and kitchen
sinks, shown at right,
supplied by Britain, are
bare of luxurious
touches familiar to
American housewives.
Mil
1. Where did the name Christian originate?
2. Where is the Yaeju-Dake?
3. What is the difference between the Kamikaze and the
Baka?
4. Of what Air Force is the
Marianas - based 21st Bomber
Command a part?
5. How. long have animals
been a source of raw materials
for glue? —
(Answers On Page 15$       1TH