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Shall We Chew Gum?

By Fannie D. Chase

FANNIE D. CHASE

Yes, chew gum if you wish to do so. There is always some dark corner to be found in a home where the gum chewer may enjoy his delectable dainty without giving offense to another. Gum chewing is greatly to be preferred to some other kinds of chewing; but as a steady habit of Fletcherization, as many make it, that never brings results, it must be an unsatisfying operation to the ambitious either as participant or observer; for to an onlooker whose physical make-up demands that a given expenditure of energy produce an adequate result, it is annoying to watch a young man, especially one of unusual physical proportions, energetically exercising the lower part of his physiognomy for one hour, yes, two, perhaps three, and frequently more, presumably in an effort to prepare a morsel for deglutition, a result which he never attains.

To observe a young girl of more delicate physique expending energy in such nonproductive effort is even more harrowing. It is true, the girl chewer has some advantage over the young man chewer. The dimensions of her mouth, gums, and teeth are usually less than his; therefore she does not expose to public view so much of the internal mechanism of mouth and throat as does her energetic brother.

Gum chewing may not be a moral or a physical evil, but it is a wrong to oneself, because the public gum chewer does not appear at his best. If you question this statement, read the following illuminating description Will Carleton gives of the public gum chewer:—

“It is a much more desirable thing than to be killed — this sitting in a trolley car opposite a gum chewer; but even that has its unpleasant features. . . . There are different kinds of gum chewers. Notice the quiet, unostentatious person who has picked up one of the precious little prepared quids, from a penny box at the station, and is trying to get the good of it and not be observed. He does not like to suffer detection in the act; but that very feeling has its conspicuousness. Everybody knows that there is a wad of gum in that mouth, however slowly, deliberately, and slyly the leverage of the jaws may work. The nervous person opposite is always waiting for the return movement, glad when it is over, and apprehensive of the next one. Probably no one can even have a piece of gum in the warm storage of his mouth, and sit among people, without its being known, and in some degree resented. Then there is the out-and-out gum chewer, who is enjoying the function, and apparently does not care who knows it. His mouth may be large, but he manages to make it seem a great deal more so. He tips his head forward, to enjoy the luscious morsel a little more. He tips his head backward, so as to enjoy it still more. Sidewise to the right and the left also, sways he the receptacle which has received the perpetual morsel. Wag, wag, wag, go his jaws. Smack, smack, smack, go his lips. Happily, amid the roar of the car, this latter series of concussions cannot be heard; but one has little difficulty in imagining them.”

“Happily, and unhappily, the enthusiastic gum chewer in public does not know what a figure he presents,—happily, because it would mortify him exceedingly; and unhappily, because it would probably induce him to discontinue the practice.”

A youth who possesses a Rooseveltian set of masticators, and a mental and physical energy which has made him a sophomore in the high school and given him an interesting position in the national Capitol at the age of fourteen, was until recently an enthusiastic gum chewer, performing this operation with the same vim that he put into better things. But on being assured that gum chewing did not harmonize with his political and social status, he relinquished it, much to his facial advantage. Other aspiring lads may wisely follow his example.

The fact that no one derives any special pleasure from witnessing the gum-chewing operation, while many suffer decided discomfort therefrom, taboos the process in public, and the well-bred person refrains from doing that which is opposed to good form. He may chew gum in his own private room, but he will not chew it on the street, in the street car, in school, or at a public gathering.

Care of the Baby in Winter

[In these days, when everything pertaining to the child is receiving so much attention, the United States government itself is showing a lively interest in its youngest citizens, recognizing them—perhaps rather tardily—as its most precious asset,—more valuable even than baby pigs and sheep and fruit trees. Through the recently established Children's Bureau, information relating to the care and feeding of children, and their treatment in illness, is prepared in readable form and widely distributed. The following article, the first of a series of six on related topics, was sent out the last of January by this bureau.—MRS. I. H. E.]

So much emphasis is constantly placed upon the necessity for special care of the baby in summer, when the heat is excessive and diarrheal diseases are at their worst, that the fact that winter, too, has its special dangers for the baby is sometimes overlooked.

But the combination of heat and diarrhea is hardly more serious for the baby in the months of July and August, than are cold and respiratory diseases in winter. It is plain, then, that the winter care of the baby deserves special attention from every one interested in his health and well-being.

It has been demonstrated quite conclusively that a large part of the deaths from summer diarrhea are needless, because this disease may be cured in many cases, and prevented entirely in many more by the proper care and feeding of the baby during the heated months. The same doctrine is now being applied to the group of what are commonly called “winter diseases” of babies and children; namely, bronchitis, pneumonia, “colds,” and the like, which are, like diarrhea, to a large extent preventable by the intelligent care of the baby, and by surrounding him with proper living conditions.

These proper living conditions consist,

in both winter and summer, of suitable food, in the right amounts, at the right times; cleanliness; sufficient sleep; plenty of fresh, clean air to breathe; and protection from exposure to infectious diseases. It is chiefly the lack of these two latter requirements that causes winter illnesses among babies.

It is not the cold of winter which makes people sick, ordinarily, but rather the stale, overheated air inside our houses and public buildings, which we breathe and rebreathe, thus passing disease germs about from one to another. Babies are particularly liable to be infected in this way, because they spend a large part of their time indoors, and because mothers often feel that in order to keep the baby warm, the rooms must be tightly closed.

A mother should use every means in her power to protect her baby from “taking cold,” as it is commonly described. “Colds” are due to a germ, and are very contagious, being easily passed from one person to another in coughing or sneezing. A nursing mother with a cold should tie a thin cloth or veil over her mouth and nose while nursing the baby, and should be careful never to cough or sneeze in his face, nor to kiss him on the mouth. She should be particularly careful not to use her own handkerchief for the baby, nor to sleep with him, while the disease lasts. Many babies contract colds by being taken up and kissed by visitors, and it is a wise rule to keep the baby away from the presence of persons who are coughing and sneezing. The reason for this care is that a contagious cold is very often the forerunner of bronchitis and pneumonia, which diseases cause the death of many thousands of young babies every year, and which are infinitely easier to prevent than to cure.

Fresh air is the most effective weapon with which to fight the diseases of the respiratory tract. This does not necessarily mean cold air, for cold air may be stale, and warm air may be pure. The ventilation of most American houses is faulty, since in order to keep them warm enough to suit us, we shut them so tightly as to make the air unfit to breathe, after a few hours. To counteract this tendency, mothers should see to it that all the occupied rooms of the house are thoroughly aired at least twice every day in the coldest weather, while in moderate weather there should be as nearly constant a supply of fresh air throughout the house, night and day, as can be managed.

When the temperature outside is very low, the baby should be taken into a warm room while his nursery is being aired, and at night, his bed should be shielded from a direct draft. If there is a communicating room, the window in that room may be opened, if there is danger of chilling the air of his sleeping room.

If the cold is excessive, or if there is a raw, damp wind blowing or rain or snow is falling, the baby should be given his daily airing in a room with the windows open, or on a protected porch, dressing him warmly in out-of-door clothing. He should be taken out during the middle of the day, for a little while, never long enough to run the risk of chilling him. This applies especially to young and delicate babies. As a child gets old enough to walk about, and thus exercise himself, he should be allowed to play for some time each day in an open room or where he is sheltered from the wind.

But an airing every day does not take the place of fresh air in the house, day and night; and to secure sufficient ventilation for health, the mother must be on the watch to see that the rooms are opened and the air changed at frequent intervals.

Conducted by Mrs. I. H. Evans, Takoma Park, Washington D. C

By Mrs. I. H. Evans; Miss Lora E. Clement

Assisted by Miss Lora E. Clement

Through the columns of this department, hints will be given on all matters pertaining to the home life. Short articles and letters are solicited from home makers, telling of their everyday experiences,—their joys and sorrows, their failures and successes.

Good Morning

Good morning, Brother Sunshine; Good morning, Sister Song. I beg your humble pardon If you waited very long. I thought I heard you rapping; To shut you out were sin. My heart is standing open; Won’t you walk right in?

Good morning, Brother Gladness; Good morning, Sister Smile. They told me you were coming, So I waited on awhile. I’m lonesome here without you; A weary while it’s been. My heart is standing open; Won’t you walk right in?

Good morning, Brother Kindness; Good morning, Sister Cheer. I heard you were out calling, So I waited for you here. Someway I keep forgetting I have to toil and spin, When you are my companions; Won’t you walk right in?

Train Your Boy to be Self-Reliant

By Hildegarde Hawthorne

Most children are noticed too much. A wholesome course of being let alone is many times sadly needed. It may flatter you and touch you to have your little ones run to you with every small trouble, every dispute, to have them call for your help in every difficulty; but it isn’t good for them. Teach them that you expect them to find their own solutions for their little problems, and settle their own small differences. When the affair is too big to be handled by young minds and judgments, it is time enough for you to step in with advice or control. Keep the necessity of making them self-reliant before you, and use the many incidents of each day to foster and guide the young spirit in the direction of self-confidence. Help your child to realize that he has his own responsibilities, and that back of any criticism you may give lies your trust.

Most children reach a time when they “show off.” This is a painful period, but natural. They are self-conscious, because they are just discovering themselves. With the normal child the period is transitory; and the less notice taken of it, the better. During this period you must take care that instead of self-reliance the child does not develop assurance.

Almost every child is susceptible to ridicule. If your boy is the bumptious, irrepressible kind, altogether too cocksure of himself, the right sort of making fun of him will be good for him. But don’t sneer at a child. That never did any good to any one, old or young. It isn’t a fair thing to do, and children are quick to recognize and to resent unfairness, if not outwardly, none the less bitterly. Your bumptious child will be made sulky, and a shy, self-conscious child will have his timidity increased a hundred per cent by a sneer.

A child of this type whom I knew was sent up to his aunt’s in the country for a summer’s vacation. I watched her handling of the boy with interest.

He was at first afraid of the dog, a good, gentle beast that wouldn’t hurt any child. His aunt did not scold nor make fun. She played with the dog while the boy looked on, and after a few days she drew him into the play. The boy and the dog were soon inseparable companions; and once when a neighbor remarked, “Why, I thought Ted was afraid of the dog,” his aunt laughed joyously and exclaimed, “You’re not afraid of anything that’s as good fun as Spot, are you, Ted?” And Ted laughed back, and said he wasn’t afraid of anything at all.

As the summer went on, the new idea of bravery as something worth while, something expected, something taken for granted, developed in the youngster. He had been afraid of more than the dog; he had been afraid to trust himself in any direction, to rely on his muscles, on his nerve, on his good sense. He stayed with his aunt ten months, and went back not only improved physically, but full of energy and curiosity, self-reliant, and straightforward.

The main point is not to make your child think he is peculiar, either in faults or virtues, by constant faultfinding or indiscriminate praise, but to teach him reliance by letting him meet as many responsibilities, as many difficulties and risks, as possible without direct assistance or advice from you.—Hildegarde Hawthorne.

The Christian Home

“The Christian home takes pessimism out of the heart. Human love, sanctioned by civil law and lifted to its highest glory through the sense of the infinite love, is the ever-flowing fountain of delight and hope.”

One Thing at a Time

“But you told me to pick up my blocks, mother,” reproached a four-year-old whose mother had just insisted that he “come to luncheon right away.”

The mother’s sense of justice was at once appealed to. She realized that she had made two demands almost at the same time, and the child was doing his best to carry out that which he was first told to do.

“After that,” she said, in relating the experience to a friend, “I watched myself, and I found that often I was tempted to tell the children to do one thing right after I had told them to do something else. In my hurry I had forgotten about the first order, but the children had not. I tried to be careful after that, and, if possible, allow the children always to finish what they were first told to do before I gave another direction.”

How many times we mothers make this mistake when we are hurrying through our work or are preoccupied. The things we tell the children are such small, insignificant things compared to our own more important duties that we often overlook the fact that we have perhaps told them to do more than one thing at the same time, and that, in consequence, the little minds are perplexed and troubled.

The smallest thing a baby is told to do is of the greatest consequence in his eyes. He puts all his energies into it. If, while he is striving to accomplish one thing, some one tells him to do another he is bewildered. It is not fair to the child, as we shall realize if we stop to think about it.—Selected.

Under South American Skies — No. 1

By William Warren Prescott

The interests of our work demanded that one or more members of the General Conference Committee visit the South American field, and from the time of the last General Conference it had been understood that Elder A. G. Daniells would make this trip. However, as the time for the visit drew near, it became clear to the members of the committee in Washington that, all things considered, it would not be advisable for him to carry out the original plan; and at the council in Loma Linda, Cal., held last November, I was asked to take his place. On our return to Washington the advisability of having Elder N. Z. Town also visit the field was considered, and decided upon. His former residence in South America and his acquaintance with the German and Spanish languages would enable him to render very efficient help. We sailed from New York on the steamship “Verdi,” of the Lamport and Holt line, on Dec. 11, 1915. Elder O. Montgomery, the president of the Southeastern Union Conference, who had been invited by the same council to take the presidency of the new South American Division Conference to be organized, sailed on the same ship, accompanied by his wife and daughter.

The voyage as a whole was a very good one. After the first three days the weather became warmer, and a little later we were in the tropics. The sea was quite calm, and we encountered no storms, and yet there were some days when there was considerable longing for land and a steady abiding place on the part of some members of our party. It is always so, but when the sky is sunny, the weather comfortable, and we are occupied with more agreeable things, we soon forget the bad times.

After a voyage of sixteen days we arrived in the harbor of Rio de Janeiro, having called at one port only, Bahia, on the northeast coast of Brazil. We spent two pleasant and profitable days at Rio, and on the third we came by train to Sao Paulo, the capital of the state of Sao Paulo, a journey of about three hundred and forty miles. This gave us our first glimpse of the country and of country life. As it was next to the last day of December, it seemed rather unusual to see tall Indian corn waving in the breeze, but it reminded us of the fact that the seasons had been reversed during our voyage of nearly five thousand miles, and that we were now in the Southern Hemisphere. Although the sun is directly overhead in this latitude at this season of the year, yet we were quite comfortable, as the day was rather cloudy and recent rains had laid the dust, which in a dry time may be rather disagreeable.

We arrived in Sao Paulo at about 6:30 P. M., and immediately took a suburban train for Sao Bernardo, a few miles out on another line. Here we were taken to the home of Elder F. W. Spies, the president of the Brazilian Union Conference, who had met us at Rio and had accompanied us on our ride to Sao Paulo. The change from life on board ship and at a hotel to a hospitable Seventh-day Adventist home was a most agreeable one, and we shall long remember the kindness of Brother and Sister Spies during our stay of four days with them. The cordial spirit with which they received and entertained our company of six persons was most refreshing.

At Sao Bernardo is the publishing house of the Brazilian Union Conference. About twelve acres of land were purchased, upon which have been erected the buildings required for the printing office, and several homes for workers. All the buildings are neat and substantial, and the office is supplied with such machinery and appliances as are necessary for the production of periodicals, pamphlets, and bound books. As Brother Town will make a detailed report of the product of the office, I will simply state that the literature sent out would be a credit to any of our publishing houses. Personally I was agreeably surprised at the number and character of the publications. The manager of the office, Brother A. Pages, has set a high standard, and has been very successful in attaining it. But, best of all, the literature is being placed in the homes of the people, as is proved by the fact that the office is printing editions of from five to fifteen thousand. The canvassers are working the territory systematically and successfully.

Some authorities state that only twenty per cent of the men and ten per cent of the women of Brazil can read and write, while others affirm that the number is still smaller; but the canvassers treat all alike, and sometimes sell to those who cannot read, persuading them that they can get their more fortunate neighbors to read the good things to them. It will, however, be at once evident that this large percentage of illiteracy is a serious matter for the canvassers.

Furthermore, there are in some parts of this country immense coffee plantations where one may ride for hours upon the land of one owner, and when he and possibly one or two of his leading employees have been visited, the canvasser will have a long journey to the next plantation. But the canvassers are meeting this difficult situation bravely and hopefully, and the Lord is giving them success. With heavy packs upon their backs and with a tropical sun over their heads, they go through the country, carrying the message of life and health to the homes of many who sit in darkness. An experience related by Brother Town in one of his articles tells of the remarkable results which sometimes attend their self-sacrificing labors. We are thankful that we find the publishing work prospering in this union conference in Brazil.

After our stay at Sao Bernardo we came to Santo Amaro, another suburb of Sao Paulo, on the opposite side of the city. We rode out over a well-built electric line, and noticed that the roomy car was made in Philadelphia, Pa. At Santo Amaro will be held the workers’ meeting, and the session of the Brazilian Union Conference, which immediately follows it. A dining tent, a meeting tent, and some small tents, made by one of the brethren here, and creditably made, too, have been pitched, and a very neat church building recently erected will also be used. We have a pleasant room at the home of Brother G. Conrad, the field agent, while Brethren Montgomery and Town are comfortably provided for at the home of Brother John Lipke. We all dine at the tent. The cafeteria plan is followed, and we are sometimes perplexed at the strange names on the menu in the Portuguese language, but there is always some one at hand who can help us out of our difficulty. Brother Henry Haefft and wife are in charge of the dining tent, and they render most acceptable service. Brother Haefft will be remembered by some as a former student at the Foreign Mission Seminary.

In view of the demand for facilities for the training of workers in this field, the brethren have undertaken to establish a school, and we gladly accepted an invitation to visit it. As full information concerning this work has already been furnished to our people in the United States in connection with the call for a Thirteenth Sabbath Offering in its behalf, I do not need to write the history of this enterprise, but I will give some personal impressions of the place and of the work being done. The property, which consists of between three hundred and four hundred acres, is six or eight miles from Sao Paulo, and we rode out in a large wagon drawn by four mules. The country is rolling; the road is better than the average road in Brazil, but with some room for improvement, and the views are very fine. We were favorably impressed with the school property. There is good land for cultivation, there is plenty of pasturage, and there is a quantity of wood suitable for making charcoal (a paying industry in this country), and some good timber for building purposes. A good start has been made in constructing the buildings, which will be erected on high ground where the refreshing breezes will temper the tropical heat of the sun. Although work was begun only last May, yet a large garden of several acres, and corn, peanuts, and some vegetables peculiar to Brazil are now under cultivation, and we had some of the products of their own land for our dinner. About six hundred banana plants have been set out, and an orchard has been started. More banana plants will be set out later, and a vineyard will follow. The ground lies very favorably for these purposes.

A school of about twenty students has been conducted in a house which was on the property when it was purchased, the students helping in the work on the place. Elder John Lipke, the superintendent of the Sao Paulo Mission, and Brother Paul Hennig, the secretary of the Brazilian Union Conference, have done the teaching. Brother Hennig was formerly a student in the Clinton (Mo.) German Seminary.

Elder J. H. Boehm and wife, who came to Brazil from the State of Kansas about three years ago, are carrying the leading responsibility in preparing the way for the actual work of the school.

Brother Boehm is general manager of the business, and superintends all the operations, while Sister Boehm has charge of the temporary home and the boarding of the workers, and they are rendering most valuable service. It is no easy task to establish an enterprise of this character in this country. Tents were first pitched, and they all lived in them while they were getting something more substantial built. A road was made, bricks were burned on the place, lumber was drawn, a hydraulic ram was installed, and water was thus got upon the high ground, and then buildings to be used later for a barn and chicken houses and other such purposes were first built. In these buildings they are now living while the school buildings are in process of construction. Such pioneer life is rather strenuous, but we heard no word of complaint. All seemed to be thankful at the prospect of having a school where workers could be prepared for carrying this message to the people of Brazil.

If those who have contributed to the Thirteenth Sabbath Offering which will provide the funds for this school could be here to see the simplicity and economy practiced, and could with these workers enter into the spirit of the plans for this training school, I am confident that they would feel it a privilege to aid such a worthy enterprise. I must not forget to add that brethren here who are able to do so, are giving liberally for this work, and are thus sharing with their brethren and sisters in the United States in carrying the financial burden assumed in starting their union conference training school.

Of the workers’ meeting and the session of the Brazilian Union Conference which are to be held here I will speak in my next report. W. W. PRESCOTT.

Memorial Service for Prof. H. R. Salisbury

WE have been forced to believe that Prof. H. R. Salisbury was among those who went down with the sinking of the steamship “Persia” in the Mediterranean, Dec. 30, 1915. The evidence seemed conclusive when on Jan. 21, 1916, there was received from Elder J. S. James, the vice president of the India Union Mission, the following cable: “Survivors interviewed; evidence conclusive; Salisbury lost.” The following day, Sabbath, January 22, a memorial service was held in the Takoma Park church, which was attended by a large gathering of our people, including the students of the Washington Missionary College. The following order of service was conducted:—

Congregational hymn, “Rock of Ages,” “Christ in Song,” No. 654 Introductory Remarks........I. H. Evans Scripture Reading........F. M. Wilcox Prayer....................C. Sorenson Solo, “Our Final Rest”........F. Griggs Biographical Sketch........W. A. Spicer Brief Personal Tributes (3 to 5 minutes)     General........I. H. Evans     General........W. T. Knox     Association in Africa, G. B. Thompson     Association in England....M. E. Olsen     Association in Educational Work     .........................F. Griggs     Association in School Days....     .........................W. E. Howell Association in Foreign Mission Seminary........M. E. Kern Association in India....J. L. Shaw Male Quartet, “Asleep in Jesus” Benediction................E. R. Palmer

Elder I. H. Evans had general charge of the service. Prof. C. Hamer arranged for the music.

We regret that space will not permit a report of the heartfelt remarks which were made by these workers on this occasion. Each spoke of the high esteem in which he had held Brother Salisbury, the great loss which had come to our church work through this untimely death, and his deep sympathy with Sister Salisbury in her terrible affliction. The following sketch of Brother Salisbury’s life, given by Elder W. A. Spicer, will be read with special interest:—

Homer Russell Salisbury was born on the twenty-seventh day of May, 1870, in Battle Creek, Mich. He was of Seventh-day Adventist parentage, his father, Burleigh Salisbury, and his mother, Nettie McDearmon Salisbury, being among the early members of our church in Battle Creek. In childhood he lost his mother. He grew into youth in Colorado, where he lived for some years with relatives. He attended the public schools of Boulder, Colo., completing there the high school course. In 1888, at the age of eighteen, he entered Battle Creek College, where he was a student until 1892.

From these college days he dated his conversion, being baptized in 1890. His first work in the cause that he loved was as a stenographer, secretary to Prof. W. W. Prescott, president of the college.

In 1893, while secretary to the manager of the Review and Herald Publishing Association, he accepted a call to South Africa, where for three years he taught in the Claremont Union College, Cape Town. The memory of his service there is still lovingly cherished by many, as I learned during a recent visit to South Africa. Former students, now bearing burdens in our work, charged me to give him their greetings when we should meet at the autumn council.

He left Cape Town in 1896, and spent a year in London, in the study of Hebrew. From 1897 to 1901, he was teacher of Hebrew and church history in Battle Creek College.

It was during this time, in 1898, that Professor Salisbury was united in marriage with Lenna E. Whitney. Miss Whitney came of a missionary family, her father, Elder B. L. Whitney, having died in Basel, Switzerland. He was one of the pioneer workers in our cause in Europe.

In 1901, the year of the removal of the work of Battle Creek College to Berrien Springs, Professor Salisbury responded to the call of the General Conference to establish a training school for workers in England. That year the Duncombe Hall Training College was opened in North London. For five years our brother and his wife were engaged in this work in Great Britain. His loss will be as keenly mourned in that country as in America or India. In 1904 Brother Salisbury was ordained to the gospel ministry, and the following year, in addition to his school work, was president of the South England Conference.

In 1907 he was proceeding to southeastern Europe to take the superintendency of the Levant Union Mission. On the way he attended the biennial council of the General Conference Committee, at Gland, Switzerland. At this council it was decided to call him to Washington to act as principal of the Foreign Mission Seminary.

He continued with the Seminary until 1910, when he was called to the secretaryship of the Educational Department of the General Conference. In 1913 the ever-sounding Macedonian call from the mission fields came with direct appeal to him again. India was left without a superintendent. At the invitation of the General Conference, Professor and Mrs. Salisbury accepted the call to the great India Mission field, sailing in July, 1913.

Brother Salisbury continued his efficient and arduous labors as president of the India Union Mission until his death. Coming to attend the autumn council of the General Conference Committee, in California, in November last, he was with us but a few days ago, joyful in his work, bringing a cheering report of progress in India and Burma, and taking part in the organization of the Asiatic Division Conference, of which the India Mission became a member. He was hastening back to his field when his life work was

suddenly cut short in the sinking of the ship “Persia,” on Dec. 30, 1915, not far from the Egyptian coast.

He is the fourth of our missionary army, we believe, to find burial at sea; and now the Mediterranean is marked along with the Atlantic and Pacific and Indian Oceans as holding the dust of our beloved and honored missionary dead against the great day when land and sea will be called to yield up again those who now sleep in Jesus.

Endeared to the hearts of his associates everywhere, Brother Salisbury’s death brings a very personal grief to friends in all the four continents of his service. Sister Lenna Salisbury, his wife and close comrade in teaching and study and missionary work, is left bereaved in India, while a world-wide circle of friends are praying God to sustain and comfort her by his infinite grace.

Our brother was gifted by nature and by training, and all his gifts had been dedicated to the cause of God. Many of his former students, to be found in missionary service in all parts of the world, will feel that his death, in the midst of the activities of his best years, is a call to gird themselves for yet more earnest work for the Master, for whose service he has helped to train them. His earnest devotion to the cause of truth, the Christian and gentle manliness of his life and the winning personality of it, touched by the winning grace of Christ, will ever be with us as a sweet memory and an inspiration to service. Our brother and fellow laborer, Homer R. Salisbury, rests from his labors, but his works will follow him.

East Michigan

By WM. GUTHRIE.

WITH the passing of another year, many opportunities are forever gone, and all enter upon new and more urgent tasks and responsibilities. We are a little nearer our eternal home, and therefore should be better prepared to meet our Master.

I feel that we have reached the time when we should no longer speak of defeat nor feel its debilitating effect. With God's Spirit as our guide and its power at our disposal, we press forward, expecting souls for our hire as we strive to finish the Master's work.

During 1915 we baptized more than two hundred and fifty persons into this message. Some workers set their goal at twenty-five souls won during the year, and with the Lord's help reached their goal. Others have worked equally hard, perhaps, with less results, while still others have accomplished more than they had asked or thought. Our one thought is, How many and who can we gain for the kingdom? If we do not have results in soul winning, all is lost. While we acknowledge this, we have not neglected other duties.

Having a zeal to work, our people raised $300 more than their proportion of the $100,000 goal in the Harvest Ingathering. It is the first time we have reached this goal in the East Michigan Conference, though in 1914 we raised nearly three times as much as in 1913.

Notwithstanding the fact that we passed the twenty-cent-a-week mark by $826 during 1914, for 1915 there were forty-two out of sixty-nine churches that did better, raising our surplus to $2,300 in round numbers. At the same time we raised $9,000 to clear the debt on the Adelphian Academy.

During the same period we increased our tithe $13,873.31 above 1914, and this in spite of the fact that twenty-eight churches fell below the record of 1914, frost and rain being largely responsible.

We have our aims higher for 1916, and are humbly praying God to make us victors.

WM. GUTHRIE.

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