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BENEVOLENCE VOLUME 61 — NO. 31
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AUGUST 1, 1973
FROM THE EDITOR'S DESK ATTENTION ALL MEMBERS AND ESPECIALLY CORRESPONDENTS: Effective August 15, 1973 we are moving the deadline for material to be published in the !Following issue of the Vestnik to THURSDAY. Improvements at the Cechoslovak Publishing Company are being instituted, and various other reasons, force us to advance the deadline in order to meet the new schedule. We hope our correspondents will understand and will arrange their mailing schedules to conform to our new policy. We appreciate your cooperation and are looking forward to working with everyone to make our Vestnik an even better publication than it is today. o • In this issue there are a number of items your editor calls your attention to and suggests that you keep this issue handy for the near future, because we will refer to contents of it in weeks to come. We have more material this week than space, so we will make our comments brief, but we ask you to pay attention to these articles: Excerpts from the SL meeting. — Read them carefully; you will want to refer to them later. • DYD Marlene Caraway's nice writeup of the District V YAD held at Lodge 88, Houston, July 22. — We regret we
FOR ME, MY WORK IS BEST . Let me but do my work from day to day In field or forest, desk or loom, In roaring market-place, or tranquil room. Let me but find it in my heart to say, When fragrant wishes beckon me astray, This is my work, my blessing, not my doom: Of all who live I am one by whom This work can best be done in my own way, To suit my spirit and to prove my pOwers; Then shall I cheerfully greet the laboring hours And cheerful turn when the long shadows fall At eventide, to play, and love, and rest, Because 1 knew for me my work is best. —Henry van Dyke could not attend the meeting, but we know you will want to read the article and look at the pictures that were submitted by SYD Dorothy Massey. ♦ The report by Prof. Jos. J. Skrivanek's stay in Czechoslovakia, along with 15 TAMU students, as they studied at
Charles University in Prague this summer. We will have more next week. Youth is not a time of life — it is a state of mind. It is not a matter of red lips and supple knees — it is a temper of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is a freshness of the deep springs of life. Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite of adventure over love of ease. No one grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old only by deserting their ideals. Years wrinkle the skin; to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair — these, of course, are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit -back tot, dust. Whether 16 or 70, there is in each being's heart the love of wonder, the sweet amazement at the stars and starlike things and thoughts, the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike appetite for what next, and the joy and the games of life. You are as young as your faith, as young as your self-confidence, as old as your despair. In that central place of your heart there is a wireless station, so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage, grandeur and power, from the earth, from men, and from the infinite, so long are you young. When the wires