Who is Most to be Envied?
by Frank Royall Wood
Do folks smile when you come in
And sigh when you go out?
Do they say when you are gone,
“He is a good ol’ scout”?
Have you grit to answer “no”
When “No”’s the thing to say?
Can you cause the other man
To see and come your way?
Do you keep from gossiping
And never fear you’ll meet
Anything you’ve said of one
Unkind or indiscreet?
Do folks say of you, “I’ve found
A friend in him who’s true”?
Then, whoever you may be,
I say, I envy you.
by Lillian M. Pierce
She was able to prove,
Under the snow of circumstance,
That her dried leaf’s twig
Could be the soul of romance.
The Editor Speaks
After buzzing around for one year, The Bee is still busy. Many worthwhile A. J. efforts have come to the hive. The honey-combs ere swelling. After flying from blossom to blossom. sipping the different nectars, the honey is reaching that stage of sweetness only the drink of the Gods can offer.
Folks, it’s been great fun reading the different journals. A year’s affiliation brings only slight comment. There is still much to be discovered and learned. Being new in the realms, The Bee would rather hear from the old timers, likewise the youngblood – by and by becoming an old timer.
What is this about, bigger and better press association? Free speech, freedom of the press, etc. here goes – Personally in favor of the N.A.P.A. staying national. Not to defiantly rebuff other press associations, never that, more power to them. But when one thinks of the additional mailing, added postage cost, etc., look out for the bumps ahead. A hobby is a hobby, business is business.
With a world fair in New York and also San Francisco, convention competition tor 1939 runs pretty close. From previous data received, Grand Rapids, Boston, had a chance – now Cincinnati clams ‘38. The trend has been East. Only a dog in the manger attitude will swing for New York after ‘38. How about going west A. J.’s? Go west! Oakland in 1939 – Salt Lake in 1940! After that Grand Rapids or any point east. Are you with us? Westward Ho! Hope to be seeing you at Oakland in 1939.
The arrival of the Purple Cow created a private spasm. Thoroughly enjoyed it. We sincerely hope Lorraine Lindblad will preserve its life, that it might be with us a long time. Wish to mention the latest amateur journal received – The Distaff – its personal touch s’il vous plait was vin. Mountain Trails caught us just right, for awhile we were in them thar hills. Burton Crone must have had his mouth washed out with soap being in an Atmosphere of Sweetness and Light and With a Shining Morning Face, et al. By the way if war keeps on with China who will supply us with fire-crackers? Hyman Bradofsky, here is a bouquet to the latest Californian tache sans tache. Will especially be very happy when Marion Morcom can take time out to publish another Marionette. Have missed it keenly. Has anybody seen the Scarlet Cockerel of late? A stray Pink Chicken flew to the hive recently but – the “Crimson Chanticleer” never did arrive. That Romance down in Utah The New Times speaks of – I wonder. After a long spell Inklings stopped off at the hive. You know, that Macauley outfit is percolating right along – no good telling them to ‘spade the garden early so the worms wont be such a temptation.’ When they brave the storms of winter in a fur coat that looks like a drowned rat, and a hat that drips black – tut, tut. There’s smoke in Michigan. Did hear Peter Pan’s Pages say “an undirected subconscious mind.” Somewhere I learned sane people never have any fun in life.
Hope to partake of that Convention spirit Bellette speaks of one of these times.
A secret ambition – to visit President’s Field, and eat at the same table with Hyman Bradofsky. Jack Bond inspires the following ditty:
I’m gonna elect you, if I can.
I’m tryin’ hard and wishin’
But in this ‘lection business – gosh!
There’s awful competition.
In deep appreciation we acknowledge mail from the following: C. Hamilton Bloomer, Jr., Mr. Jerry Chmelicek, Robert M. Dunlap, Anthony F. Moitoret, William Haywood and V. R. Shipp. Will personally answer those interesting letters before too long.
Sorry to hear of ex-President Martin’s illness. Here is wishing her a speedy recovery.
Leaving you with a wish for a successful convention, and the year ahead as interesting as the past.
The rose arbor is bursting with delicate buds. It’s June the time of roses. Three robins are monopolizing the bird bath. Two bluebirds are perched on the fence pruning their feathers The American brown sparrows twitter noisily in the locust and paradise of heaven trees. Here I go into another trance. I really must leave once again all of you, gardez bien.
Phil Osophy Says
“One is never fully learned: no matter how much knowledge he hath consumed.” – Jaroslav Chmelicek.
“We are as important as the things about which we worry; if little things bother us we do not amount to much.” – Babson.
“Money has been frightfully overrated. Love is what counts most. Then health. Then a job.” – Fritz Kreisler, Violinist and Composer.
by Albert Chapin
Ladies! If you would hold your man, try sitting on his lap.
On Being Modern
by John T. Coolidge
There are, it seems, two ways of “being modern”: an artificial one, and a genuine one for which it is often mistaken.
The latter method should be dealt with first so that many persons who consider themselves really modern may be rudely enlightened at the outset. To begin with, you are not being modern in the true sense by simply going around, like many an aggravating youth, humming the newest jazz hit (with “bo-do-deos” at appropriate places), nor by cramming your speech to the understanding point with the latest and most far-fetched slang expressions inappropriately maneuvered into every other, sentence to the great detriment of any sense which you previously stood a chance of making. Yet how many are the youngsters who come around inflicting such procedure upon defenseless elders in order to impress upon them how modern they are.
But sad to say, the elders themselves are by no means blameless. In the pre-depression days especially, how frequently was one revolted by the colossal wenches who breezed about with crimson’d lips and boyish haircuts; or who lolled upon the beaches in Olympian attitudes, their rotund carcasses clad in scanty “modern” clothing. And all these frights to torture us because “one really has to be modern, my dear.”
Another feature of this artificial new-fashionedness is the fad. How many millions listened to Major Bowes, played “Knock, Knock” or “The Music Goes Round and Round,” went in for yo-yos, skiing or a dozen other things simply because everyone else did.
To be modern in the true sense is to think and act in the light of our twentieth century knowledge and civilization. Your opinions as well as your way of thinking should be up to date. You must be adaptable; if you believe the world is square you must be willing to change your views if you find positive evidence that it is round. Of course, that does not mean you need hold the same opinion as everyone else where there is any possibility of doubt; there are still modern Republicans as well as modern Democrats (believe it or not!). But you must always remain unprejudiced and attempt to appreciate the products of the present age besides those of the good old days. Try to listen to a bit of jazz occasionally, read a best-seller, get a taste of modern humor; and even if you find that you hate them all, you will be modern for having tried.
The Busy Bee
Rhoda Wallis, Editor
Salt Lake City, Utah