ArOZ Perath. Official Organ Of The Slavonic Benevolent Order Of The State Of Texas, Founded 1897. HUMANITY
BENEVOLENCE
VOLUME 58 — NO. 14
BROTHERHOOD
Postmaster: Please Send Form 3579 with Undeliverable Copies to: SUPREME LODGE SPJST, POB 100, TEMPLE, TEX 76501
APRIL 8, 1970
FROM THE EDITOR'S DESK April — a month of boosts! Gusty, lusty, blustery March is behind us and we are now in the first week of April which is a welcome month on our calendar. Not so much for its own sake, as because its milder breezes blow the remaining chills of winter out of our cities and countryside and beckon in the spring. April is a month when the fireside begins to lose its lure and the outdoors starts to grow attractive. Feet linger a little on that evening "constitutional." Gardeners — even those who have not yet ventured out — are busy with plans and preparations, surrounded by gaily colored seed catalogs. This month women have emerged in their spring dresses, and as it were, gave winter its final dismissal. On the whole, then, April is a time of transition, of ending and new beginning. But there's one activity which you have been enjoying through January up to now, and which you will continue enjoying because it will not have lost its fascination nor lessen the wealth of opportunities it provides. What are we referring to? Why, selling SPJST fraternal life insurance, of course! We are proud to reveal to our membership that once again our youth was very generous and displayed goodwill and true fraternal spirit to the needy children and those in nursing homes during the Easter season by distribut-
TRUTH HAS A WAY Truth has a way of rising past all bars, Beyond imprisonment, defeat, and shame; When men in smug content have felt secure That they have stilled its voice and made its name Derided and desoised; then, with a power They had not reckoned, it revives at length; Like to a tree whose roots will cleave a rock, In silent growth it proves its living strength. Throughout the ages in all lands and climes Despotic rule and critics' snears have sought To make it subject to their cruel will By ignorance and superstition taught. But crucifixion, hemlock, draft, or pyre Has never conquered; and in spite of scars, Majestic and serene, truth breaks the tomb. It has a way of rising past all bars. —Della Adams Leitner
Do you ever visit a sick member? In this bustling world of ours, have you ever stopped long enough to consider that a cheery word or a friendly visit to a sick member can go a long way? Do you realize that all day long they seem cut off from their activities of life? Their world is bounded by the walls of their room. The very things that keep them interested in life are kept from them. The day appears to be a thousand hours long, a thousand dismal, slow dragging hours filled with gloomy thoughts and perhaps untold pain. Footsteps and voices pass and no one stops to see how they are getting along. The voices sound distant and they speak Of things that are strange to their ears. It seems to them that they are the voices of• those they once called friends. They are forgotten. The hours seem so long and as they tick away they become gloomier. "How sad it is, they think." As soon as I have stepped out of sight, my friends have forgotten my existence. Why should I live in this selfish world where no member thinks of another? In these long lonely hours I learn the hollow emptiness of a person's life."
ing Easter baskets and other miscellaneous items. Where else could you find such fine boys and girls than in the SPJST?
Then just as their thoughts have reached the lowest ebb, the door opens and a ray of light flashes upon them, a burst of sweet music strikes their ears, your friendly smile envelopes