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papers should have so that every" Eood read- warns, and protes the Chris- PP XV. I A Catholic Paper is a II Perpetual Misai.-- n Pone Leo XIII. [[ "rhe Guardian" m ,vet7 [[ bern t+-our Motto. i[ The Official Organ of the :l)i0cese of Little Rock Arkansas FOUNDED HOSPITAL FOR SUFFERERS Devotion of Christian Men Heeding Gospel Words New World Active in Charity. development of the hos- tirol when "long be- Empire of Rome con great Catholic hos- established within its Right Rev. Thomas J. of the Catholic Uni- a vivid description of hat the Catholic Church .the world in thisfield of Welcome to dele- Catholic Hospital. Asso- States and Can- Seventh annual convention. Pathology. be no Catholic chem- said Bishop Sha- is surely a Cathotfc long story of the of the Catholic sufferings, not OWn children, but of all midst of the great St. Cyprian world common devotion of and Women to all the distinction of creed. mighty empire of first great Cath- Were established within and West. A gloat- of universal hu- Created by the Cath- and Perpetuated by the acrifices of the Cath- People. Nothing like seen before in the the envy of dying that in itself it response of life o The mediae- Constantinople and m that day and also to which we owe or and the transmis- of Galen, and medical skill of n Which physicians through long ten- confusion, social economic and indus- of Nurses. still was the con- of devoted nurses, Who inspired by re- everywhere offered service; won- popular gener- hospitals, beds, Such equipment ,as rnish. With the Cru- need of hospitals in' great armies, the the climatic changes. like the leprosy, all over Eu- new freedom of sea medical science for growth schools, like arose and flourished Arabic skill became world, often and encour- great loman hospital )' destroyed only - a the creation of the a thousand years fa- Ways as they did[  lspitals of Italy I a, Padua and else-[ nastery or convent I LI  apothecary's or]  often also offered[ e medical help for pilgrims, and not to speak ible places. AlPeah tian land men and and heeded those Gospel, 'I was me. . Lord, sick and come ' Amen, I say to 'ou did it to one of aren, you did it 6-40.) This is corporal works articular of the de- and ailing, from broken on the patient and d years over / one hundred Catholic religious asso-] eiatious of women he:re been founded for the care of the sick, and it is to these associations, nearly all yet ac- tive, that we owe in no small measure the great progress in the care of the sick. The Spaniards founded many hospitals for the Indians, and created brotherhoods for their service. Cortez himself founded the first hospital in the New Worldthe hnmaculate Con- ception Hospital in Mexico, and it is still in existence. The Hotel Dieu at Quebec and the Hotel Dieu at Mon- treal were both founded about the middle of the seventeenth century. They are yet flourishing and are cmr ducted by the communities which founded them. Generous Souls. ',ne day, four centuries ago, a lame soldier of Spain lay in a hos- pital, confforting his pain by reading the annals of Christian virtue, when suddenly his worldly life slipped from him, and from the soldier of an earthly king he became the soldier of the heavenly king, and the world- wide record of his gl,eat victories ha not yet beeh =losed. But it is not alone the sick and the suffering for whom the hospital acts as the vesti- bule of a better and higher life. It is an incomparable arena for those generous so.uls who conduct it, and for its service give up whatever is thought desirable in life. For them it is the school of every virtue and a sure way to that Imitation ofChrist which is perfect holiness. Of St. John of God, the heavenly patron of all hospitals, we are told that no material flame could equal the flame of divine love which consumed him in the serv. ice of the sick. HIS ONE MERIT. UncleYou ought to be ashamed of yourself, Freddie. See what a lot of prizes your sister has got, and  you haven't even earned a certificate. "Oh, but I got a certificate once, uncle," said Freddie. J "Indeed I What for, I should like to know ?" For being born! London Weekly Telegraph." ST. JOSEPH'S ORPHANAGE SPECIAL GRAND ALTAR--ST.  PETER'S--ROME, ABBE'S DIVINING ROD BRINGS RESULTS FOR LENS ARCHITECTS Paris--The pastor of Hardelot, fl- ready famous throughout Northern France for his extraordinary ability % discover springs by means of a di- vining d, has just accomplished an-. other remarkable feat. A few days ago the architectural commission of Lens which is in charge ' vas of the reconstruction of the de ." THE ROSARY Not on the lute, nor harp of many ' strings gha:l all m,:n praise the Master of all song, Our life is brief, one saith, and art is long; And skilled Must be the laureates of things! Rest, awkward finers striking all notes wrong! How from your toil shall issue, white and strong, ( Music, like that God's chosen poet sings!  tared city of Lens, found it necessary There is one harp that any hand can i to inspect the condition of the site play, i selected for the rebuilding of the And from its strings what harmonies ]church of Saint Leger, as it was arise! There is one song that any mouth can say-- A song that lingers when all singing dies, Whe]l on their beads our Mother's children pray hmnortal nmsic charms the grateful skies. thought possible that the ground might be undermined by saps or shel- ters dug by the German army in that zone. The soundings made to discover .possible underground cavities had given no positive results. The architectural commission then I I fl,ll The Orphan's Christmas [ By Montanye Perry, Writing in "Pictorial Review" for December. This is a letter that has brought l joy to thousands of childish hearts, that will bring joy to thousands more. it is the nmgic nussive that trans- formed George C. Crowley from an ordinary, hard-worklffg, clear-headed, pr%sperous business man to a human volcano emitting laughter, tears, ten- derness, and efficiency, all in one breath : "Dear Mix Santa Claus: I am a little gM seven years old. If you really do come to our orphan- age will you please bring me a pair of new stocMngs? Brown ones if it is not too nmch trouble. Your little friend. Nora Anderson." Say "orphanage" to Mr. Crowley end within five minutes you'll want three things: a very large, clean handkerchief, a screen, a check-book. The handkerchief for tears. The screen to hide your guilty face. The check-book to'try to atone for the fact that it never had occurred to you to wonder what orphanage children did on Christmas day, or any other day. NoL that Mr. Crowley's slogan is "Say it with checks." It isn't. "Say it with 'yourself' is his infinitely more exacting demand. But not having been educated to any better means Of atonement, you instinctively follow the grea American impulse to reach for a check-book and let that end it. [ Last eek,,, I had occasion to visit several orphanages. Clean, sanitary, well ordered places they were. The more girls and more dolls, doll-houses, carriages, cradles, tea-sets. "He came last Christmas, very early in the morning," the matron told me. "A real Santa, with a red suit, a white beard, and a huge pack. He brought ]every child a (toll. Other things, too. It was the most wonderful day in our lustory. "I'm going to see that man," I de- ced instantly. But it wasn't so ' eas :y. Three times I asked fo an ap- pointment with him, without giving a reason, Three times a pleasant but firm-voiced secretory informed me by telephone that Mr. Crowley was sorry, bu his time was "so" occupied. The fourth time I stated desperately, "I iust wanted to ask him about the or- phans that " I got no further. "Wait a nfin- ute," she cut in. In an instant an abrupt but crispy pleasant voice spoke. "This is Crowley. Be very glad to see you about the orphans. Today at four. Right!" At two minutes before four I was waiting in one of the busiest offices I have ever seen. At five, having been reassured a humber of times lay various people whom Mr. Crowley sent out from a board meeting, I was still waiting. At a quarter past five he came, and I suddenly realized that unconsciously I had been expecting to see a fat, jolly old gentleman who'd "shake when he laughed, like a bowi- ful of jelly;" a benevolent, loquacious men and women in charge were kind-[person who'd ramble on reminiscent- ly, competent people. The children t were properly clothed, properly nour-[ ished, 'very' properly behaved. But I . . . somehow . . . I I looked and approved, but my mind was full of uneasy, half-tangible thoughts. I murmured, sincerely, "How attractive!" "Very nice," "Splendid!" And all the time there was a lump in my, throat that I couldn't explain. Once I stood in a dormitory looking at long rows of small white beds, spotlessly clean, two hundred and thirty-five little sheets turned back at exactly the same an- gle, two hundred and thirty-five little pillows placed just so, two hundred and thirty-five little nighties hanging each on its own hook. There were "five" other rooms just the same as this one ! "What a great place for a pillow- fight!" I exclaimed. My guide looked deeply shocked. "The boys march in at seven-thirty," he explained. "Ten minutes to un- dress and hmg up clothing neatly. Then a bell strikes and they kneel for prayers. When it strikes again they rise, say 'Good nght to.all' in chorus, and get into bed. Then there is perfect silence." I nodded helplessly. Something was clutching at my throat. "Here is our system of signals," my guide went on. "This button in case of fire; this one if a child is ill and needs mr, re attention than tim attend- ant in charge can give., Everything appealed to the pastor of Hadelot to is provided for." like to look around the place. ]Kyl Joyce Kilmer Everything, yes Again I nodded come to the rescue. , " t " " " " " Clean and orderly and everything run- But The abbe's rod was more fortunate  " " " . ning in wll-oiled grooves-absolutely" than the soundings, for it indicated TOMB OF S'I. JOHN . In a flash I saw zwo riotous young- not a joy in life for those kids. Just,  sers, wmte-rooe(h ironcmng over  one day af'et r anome" r, all alike. " with the greatest precision the cxist- This discover,% some months ago, of [their beds, pommeling each other with I don't care so much whether thevr ence of numerous sap shelters and what is believed to be the tomb of St. pillows, quieting down with infinite .e. u..**. ........ ..^ .^ t:-^a  a underground passages/ruder practical- t , , ,,,. ,, , w,,  ,-,c ,vvcu, ,, John the Apostle at Ephesus, is one idifficulty, golden heads in my lap, for +. ....... * *^  .... - l.,,a ,  .... h lv the entire area which was to have' I  . . ,, ,,,,  ,,,,,, ........... a- of the most interesting and most me-their prayers; springing up to claim a ter that's what kiss or 'eor' a,  occupied by the new church ..... mentous of all the Christian dozen kisses, listening wide-eyed -- ..... * ..... i behe onlookers, architects, eontrac- histrcallhalf in or-hana-es the" don't have either , p  Y , discoveries of the centuries. I to a good-night fairy-tale, wanting, one They 'can't '"  tors and functionaries who.werepres- I ]he famous Ionian town of Ephe-[and getting, a drink, a Teddy-bear, a *Over his fine keen e-es had come ent at the experiment, could not con- . ....... , y sus occupms an miportant place in the [ bt of court-plaster for an mfimtemmal a quick mist of tears. Hewiped them ceal their amazement at the accuracy history of the Primitive Church. St. lcut, another drink; whispering and awa-" unashamed "The -eo-Ie fn .v, p 1, of the results obtained by the good John the Apostle was the first Bishop giggling, calling goodnight at three- charre seem very kind" I murmured iAbbe, of Ephesus; it is there that he spentlminute intervals, until the sandman hurriedly, as if I must comfort a his declining years, and it is there GIFT OF A TIGHTWAD. that he was buried. Both St. John[ small, grieved boy. Chrysostom and other writers of his[ "Kind, yes. They do the best they I Jeff Doakes was known far and time mention the tomb of the Apostle. I can. and in the light of that knowledge it t seems ditttcult to un@rstand how the' wide for his economical habits, and gloried in them. "I'll bet, Jeff," remarked an ac- temb of the Beloved Apostle was for quaintance, "that you didn't even so long hidden from the eyes of the spend money to buy your wife a birth- Christian people. day present this year."  "Well, yes," admitted Doakes re-[ The cost of living is still 75 per gretfully. "I weakened a little when ] cent higher than it was before the war, her birthday come around. I went and I according to the Department of Labor, spent $2 puttin' an ad in the paper]but it isn't wrth any more so far as that she takes in sewin'."--American[we have been able to judge.--Phila- Legion Weekly. t delphia Inquirer. ly about himself and hisChobbies. What I really saw was a slim, lfiond man in the well-cut business suit of the typical New Yorker. Brisk, keen-eyed, absolutely uninterested and non-committal about himself, but a human dynamo on the topic of or- phans. "How'd it happen?" he answered my first question. "Well, I had a friend who had lost his own little girl and wanted to make some kids happy at Christmas. He asked a matron at an orphan asylum to let the kids write Santa Claus letters and send them to him. He go$ more than he could handle alone. Called me up and asked if I'd be Santa Claus to a little girl in an orphanage if he sent me her letter. When I got the letter the kid had asked for a "pair of stockings." That got me going. Think of a little girl writing to Santa Claus for a think like thatl Not a doll, nor a toy, nor candy. Just stockings! "Well, I took the letter and a box of brown stockings and went up to the asylum to see the kid. Pathetic little thing, eyes as big as saucers. Talked to her and foumt out she never had a nice, new pair of stock- ings mnce she could remember. They had to darn them and make them over and all that, of course. She said ' they were faded and there always were bunched-up places and she want- ed a whole new pair of her very own once. She got 'era. "While l was there I thougkt I'd[ But think of the number they have to deal with. They can't take 'era singly. Those poor kids are loved J swooped down and quieted them per- force.. A cough, a little cry in the night, and 'a quieting hand and a soothing murnmr sent them happily back to dreamland. It was in a little girls' orphanage collectively. And what every child that I heard of Mr. Crowley, The Or- needs is to be loved individually. phans' Sahta Claus. It was a rainy Think of never having anything per- afternoon, and the children could not sonal--meals, games, bedtimes, every- go out for their playtime. And there, thing, in big, impersonal bunches. in a playroom, sat a circle of tiny tots 'Prayers,' even! Didn't you say your l in rocking chairs, each one hugging prayers at your mother's knee? Isn't' a dolly. And in the hospital were a that the way God meant prayers to, half dozen girls in bed with slight all- be said?" . /. ments, each one snuggling a dolly be- Came again to me the rows and side her. And in a larger playroom] (Continued on page 8)