Official Organ Of The Slavonic Benevolent Order Of The State Of Texas, Founded 1897 HUMANITY
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Postmaster: Please Send Form 3579 to: SUPREME LODGE, SPJST, P.O. Box 100, Temple, Texas 76501 VOLUME 62, NUMBER 41 OCTOBER 16, 1974
FROM THE EDITOR'S DESK AGAIN WE REMIND ANYONE WRITING TO THE VESTNIK: DO NOT DEPEND ON MAILING A LETTER ON WEDNESDAY OR THURSDAY TO HAVE IT HERE ON TIME FOR PUBLICATION BY THE THURSDAY DEADLINE. SEND ALL CORRESPONDENCE TO P.O. BOX 85, WEST, TEXAS 76691. SENDING IT TO THE SUPREME LODGE AT TEMPLE WILL ONLY CAUSE AN UNNECESSARY DELAY. Sunday, October 6th, we went to the American Legion Hall in Crosby for the District V meeting which began promptly at 2 p.m., chaired by District V President Brother Victor Peter. Sister Tithe Helmcamp, District V secretary, has a rather complete report in this issue and covers the meeting proceedings well so we would only be duplicating if we tried to expand on same. We, of course, felt at home, especially in that area of the state and were glad to see so many of our old friends. It was a good meeting, well conducted, and Lodge 65 and Lodge 91 are to be complimented for their good work, fraternally done. The meeting was well attended, considering that there was so much going on in that area on that Sunday!
PEONY NOCTURNE The plants are bowed with blossoms red and white Swaying on graceful stems against dark leaves, Each bloom a host to hurrying, humming thieves Who steal its sweets before they take to flight. You think them lovely now? Come back tonight! For in the subtle darkness mystery weaves Her spell about the great pale flower sheaves. And each will shine—a luminous ghost of light. Stretched here upon the grass and drunk with deW, We may well dream that we at last have found A pearly firmament, supremely new, With scented planets reeling all around. Lean close, frail moons, let no cold starlight through! But cover us from time — and and sound! sight —Esther C. Grayson The trip home seemed rather long, across Lake Houston and through the busy part of northern Harris County, however, it was well worth it.
The Truth: Man's mind is powerful, great and wonderful, yet it is far short of perfect. Men cannot agree with each other upon what is truth, nor what is important, nor yet upon what is trivial. Few minds comprehend the divine tongue. No man is perfect. That is why judges err, and wise men do foolish things. The wise, the foolish, and all between claim to have the light and right and truth in their own exclusive possession. I say one thing, you another, and our neighbor yet another. But truth is present somewhere. Truth is stable. It is lasting. It is our duty to study and search in order that we may become less foolish, more wise, and nearer to the truth always. *
If today's average American is confronted with an hour of leisure, he is likely to palpitate with panic. An hour with nothing to do! So he jumps into a dither and into his car, and starts driving off fiercely in pursuit of diversion. I am thankful that I grew up in a small town, in an era when we had, or made, time to sit and think and often just to sit. Today, we "catch" a train. We "grab" a bite of lunch. We "contact" a client. Everything has to be active and electric. We need less leg 'action and more acute observation as we