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What Shall My Influence Be?
(Program for Week Ending June 4)
BY GRACE MAAS
NorES To JUNIeR SUPERINTENDENTS: Emphasize the fact that
each person has an influence, whether he wishes to have or not.
His part is to live so that hig influence will be for good.
Suggested Songs: Nos. 650, 571, 67, 761, in “Christ in Song;”
Nos. 32, 66, 140, in “Junior Song Book;” learn the chorus,
No. 29.
Seripture Reading : Daniel 6: 4, 5. One short prayer here, and
then silent prayer at the close, that our influence may be for
the right. .
Poem: “The Gospel According {¢ You,” p. 82, in “Choice
Pdems.”
Story: “The Man Who Always Said His Prayers,” in “Uncle
Arthur's Bedlime Stories,” number seven.
Story: “Be Pleasant,” p. 56, “True Education Reader,”
grade four.
Superintendent’s Talk: Are You a Sheep?
Just as fire radiates heat, people radiate influcnce. We are
said to be made up of a part of each person we meet.
When Mary Jane was a little girl, hor home was in the
country. ry Jane often crossed the fields to make the dis-
tance to sehool shorter. Cattle and sheep were grazing in
these fields. High stone fences separated the pasture from
thie grain fields. One morning Mary Jane saw a sheep climbing
over a low place in the stone fence; another sheep followed, then
another, and another, uniil fifty sheep were in the grain field.
Some people, who have minds, whereas sheep have none, are
like those sheep. (Mention several common temptations in your
community; show how one person docs wrong, then others fol-
low. Also mention goed things to do and have others follow.
Suggeetions: Uses slang, wears jewelry, spends money foolishly,
reads worthless stories, eteals lessons, whispers in meeting, is
cross; is polite, is obedient, joins in eongs, plays games, gives
money to missions, is kind to unfortunate, always cheerful, ete.)
Oh, What Can Little Hands Do?
| erst Camp: Oh, what can little hands do
To please the King of heaven?
SzcoND UmiLp: The little hands some work may try,
That will some single want supply.
Such grace to mine be given.
(Repeat after each reply.)
Oh, what can Tittle lips do
To please the King of heaven?
The little lips ean praise and pray
And gentle words of kindness say.
Oh, what ean little eyes do
To please the King of heaven?
The little eyes can upward look,
Can learn to vead God’s Holy Book.
Oh, what ean little hearts do
To please the King of heaven?
Young hearts, if He Hig Spirit send,
Can love their Maker, Saviour, Friend.
Borm:
THIRD Crip:
TourTH CHILD:
Frere Cuiub:
! Sixrr CHILD:
| SEVENTH CHiLp:
icra CHILD:
A Test: Little Scotch Granite
Boar and Johnnie Lec were delighted when their Scoich
cousin came to live with them. He was little, but very bright
and full of fun, He could tell curious things about his home
in Scotland and his voyage across the ocean, He wag as far
advanced in hig studies as they were, and the first day he went
to school they thought him remarkably good, Ide wasted no
time in play when he should have been studying,
At night, before the close of school, the {eacher called the
roll, and the boys answered, “Ten.” When Willie understood
that he was to say “Ten,” if he had not whispered during the
day, he replied: “I have whispered.”
“More than once?” asked the tcacher.
“Yes, sir,” answered Willie,
© “Ag many as ten times”
“Maybe I have,” faltered Willie.
“Then I shall mark you zero,” said the teacher, sternly,
“and that is a great disgrace.”
“Why, 1 did not see you whisper onee,” said Jobnnie, that
night after school.
THE CHURCH OFFICERS’ GAZETTE
June, 1932
«Well, I did,” said Willie; “I saw the others doing it, and so
T asked to borrow a book; then I lent a slate pencil, and asked
a boy for a knife, and did several such things. TI supposed
it was allowed.”
“Oh, we all do it,” said Burt, reddening. “There isn’t any
sense in the old rule; and nobody could keep it. Nobody does.”
#T will; or else I will say I haven't,” said Willie. “Do you
suppose I would tell ten lies in one heap?”
“Oh, we don’t call them lies,” muttered Johmnie. “There
wouldn’t be a eredit among us at night, if we were so strict.”
“What of that, if you told the truth§” laughed Willie
bravely.
In a short time the boys all saw how it was with him. He
studied hard, played with all his might in the playtime; but
according to his aceount, he lost more credits than any of the
rest. After some weeks, the boys answered “Nine” and “Eight”
oftener than they used to. Yet the schoolroom seemed to have
grown more quiet. Sometimes, when Willie Grant’s mark
was even lower than usual, the teacher would smile peculiarly,
but said no more of disgrace. Willie never preached al them
or told tales; but somehow it made the boys ashamed of them-
selves just the seeing that this sturdy, blue-eyed boy must tell
the truth, They fell like cheats and story-tellers. They talked
him over, and loved him, if they did nickname him “Secotch
Granite,” he was so firm about a promise.
Well, at the end of the term Willie's name was very low
down on the credit list, When it was read, he had hard work
not te ery; for he was very sensitive, and he had tried to be
perfect, Bui the very last thing that day was a speech by the
teacher, He {old of once seeing a man muffled up in a cloak,
He was passing Lim without a look, when he was told the man
wag General , the great hero.
“The signg of his rank were hidden, bul the hero was there
just the same,” said the teacher. “And now, boys, you will
see what I mean when I give a little geld medal to the most
faithful boy among you, the one really the most conscientiously
perfect in hig deportment. Who shall have il9”?
“Little Scotch Granite!” shouted forty boyz at once; for
the child whose name was eo “low” on the credit had made truth
noble in their eyes—Adapted from “The British Evangelist.”
Story: The New Brother
SUCH a tiny bahy he wag, that new little brother of Russell’s!
Russell loved him very dearly, and wag very proud of him.
“When he gets big enough, I can take him oui every day,” he
gaid. )
“You are his big brother,” said hiz mother; “and baby will
learn more from you than from any one else. In a few months
he will begin to try te do what you do, and as scon ag he ean
he will say what you say, and copy you in everything. You will
have to think about that, and be very careful. God has given
him to us to take eare of, and help him grow up into a strong,
good man,”
BRuesell felt sure that baby would nevor learn anything wrong
from him. One morning, when baby was asleep, the boys were
playing out in the front yard. They saw My, Ray coming
down the street. He was old and rather eross, and they did not
like him,
“Let’s throw some dirt at him,” eried one.
fore he sees us.”
“All right,” they cried, and began filling their hands as fast
az they could. All at onee Russell said, “I mustn’t throw at
Mr, Ray. It will teach baby to be mean.”
“Teach baby to be mean!” echoed Bertie; “why, he’s too Hitle
to know what you do.”
“Well,” said Russell, “mother says the baby will de what I
do, and if I'm mean to old people, he’ be mean too.”
“What is the trouble?” called a voice, and there stood Rus-
sell’s mother. No one angwered, but she knew, and she said,
“Remember, boys, other eyes are upon you, and they may copy
whatever you do, so be eareful always to do what is right.
Will you all remember that”
“Yes, we will,” gaid the boys heartily.—Boys and Girls,
“We ean run be-
THERE is no life so humble that if it be true and genuinely
human and obedient to God, it may not hope to shed some of
Hig light —Phillips Brooks.
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