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The representatives of the Woman's Board of Missions who
will attend the. National Council are Mrs. James L. Barton, Mrs.
George Cary, Mrs. F. G. Cook, Prof. Eliza H. Kendrick.

It will be remembered that in March the Woman's Board sent

to all its missionaries a letter telling them of its serious financial

straits and warning them that no new work could

A Veteran's ^^^ undertaken, but all efforts must be bent

Faith. towards maintaining the present work without

retrenchment.

One of the first replies is at hand, written on the typewriter by
Mrs. Mary K. Edwards of Inanda, South Africa, now nearly
ninety-two years old and nearly blind. Surely these words are
not only a challenge to faith but a spur to utmost endeavor to
secure the necessary gifts for the Board's enterprises :

"Today Miss Phelps has read your letter the second time and I
now begin to tell you of my deep sympathy with you and all who
are responsible for the support of such an army of workers and
also for their work.

"My first thought is 'The Lord of hosts is with us, the God of
Jacob is our refuge.' If we on the field are faithful to the trust



254 Life and Light [July-August

committed unto us, our King will not forsake us in the time of
stress.

"Two instances of 'Before he calls I will answer' : — In 1916
one who had preached to our school girls for twenty years was
living in a house which had props inside and outside to prevent its
falling. There seemed to be no one ready to undertake the neces-
sary repairs. I sent for a skillful native and told him to repair
the house. He did it and presented his account which was six
pounds. I paid it, but expected every post to bring a notice from
the bank that I had overdrawn my account. At this time our
annual meeting convened at Inanda and my birthday occurred
during the meeting. When I entered the dining room that morn-
ing the missionaries rose and greeted me with a little song and
Mr. Bridgman met me and placed an envelope in my hand and
said a few words of greeting. There were six gold sovereigns.
I had not asked for it, but our gracious Lord knew I needed that
amount.

"Another case : — Last year my bank account ran low and one
day a letter from a friend whom I assisted to go to school nearly
forty years ago came and I found upon opening that there was a
cheque for one hundred dollars. A case of 'bread cast upon the
waters.'

"I will not take more time but assure you of my sympathy and
assure you too that you and all concerned will not be forgotten
when I enter the King's presence."

As we go to press word comes of the sudden passing away of
Dr. Albert M. Clark, for nearly fifty years an honored missionary

of the American Board and until recent years in
Entered active service in Prague, Austria. Dr. Clark

Into Life. leaves a wife and nine children in this country.

The Missionary Herald for July will have a
sketch of Dr. Clark's lonsf and useful life.



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Dr. Thomas D. Christie, the "soldier missionary" of Tarsus,
founder of St. Paul's Institute, died at Pasadena, California, May
25. He joined the Central Turkey Mission in 1877 and the story
of his life and that of his devoted wife surpasses romance. She
and four children survive him. The June Missionary Herald will
contain an article about his achievements.

A wide circle of friends are sympathizing with Miss Helen B.
Cfilder and her family in the sudden passing on of her mother
at their home in \A"ellesley Hills, Mass., on June 3.

The Financial Statement contains more reason for encourage-
ment than has been the case for several months. This is a
splendid gain from the Branches, and we hope it means that there
has been a decided turn in the tide. We cannot forget that only
four and a half months of our fiscal year remain and that this
gain is only a small fraction of the increase needed for the year,
but encouraging reports have reached us from some of the recent
"Every Member Canvasses" and we shall confidently expect that
from now on the contributions from the Branches will steadily
increase.



THE FINANCIAL STATEMENT OF THE WOMAN'S BOARD

Receipts Available for Regular Work, May 1 — 31, 1921





From «
Branches
andC.W.M.


From
Other
Sources


From
Legacies and

Reserve
LesracyFund


Income
from. In-
vestments
& Deposits


TOTAL


1920

1921


$18,543.68
' *32, 486.80


$2,993.76
3,277.28


$471.57
$237.47


$493.38
691.70


$22,502.39
36,693.25


Gain

Loas


$13,943.12


$283.52


$234.10


$198.32


$14,190.86



October 18, 1920 — May 31, 1921



1920


$115,374.96


$8,254.63


$17,994.80


$5,517.44


$147,141.83


1921


*128,120.14
$12,745.18


11,635.27


14,838.63


5,280.66


159,874.70






Gain


$3,380.64






$12,732.87


Lots






$3,156.17


$236.78





♦These figures do not include gifts for 1920 Emergency Fund.



256 Life and Light [July-August

A Few Pictures of Life in India

Miss Margaret Welles, who has been a member of the Ahmed-
nagar circle less than a year, sends us the following cheery letter :

^^^^^^ ODAY the thermometer registers 101 to my great joy
■ ^ J for hitherto it has always stood below 100 and 1 didn't
^^^^y really feel justified in saying it was hot. Now I do
so with an easy conscience. Soon I will be going up to the cool,
green hills where the hot, white plains will be a thing of the past
or only a shimmering picture viewed from a mountain-top. But
I am rejoicing in the fact that I do not mind this heat and am
standing it very well. Even with the trees bare and the ground
a thick carpet of white dust, I think 'Nagar is pretty. As for
Rahuri, which I visited for the first time the other day, I think
it quite lovely. I never can express my admiration for the beau-
ties of nature, however, without someone's saying, "O, you ought
to see it in the rains."

Those famous rains ! We are earnestly praying that we may
have them. Every night we go to bed wondering if there will
be any water in our tank the next morning. Every night we go
to sleep with the sound in our ears of tin-cans scraping, scraping,
scraping over the bottoms of the stone tanks in the city, just out-
side our compound wall — a pitiful sound, for it means that
people are getting only a few drops. In the surrounding country,
the fields stand bare and brown. The only animals that look fat
are the deer, which are plentiful. Our hearts go out in gratitude
to the many people at heme who, in spite of the hard times, are
sending relief to India.

The atmosphere I live in is mo:-t congenial, not only in regard
to the three ladies with whcm I live but. with all the missionaries
of the station, who have been more than hospitable. I can truly
say that every bungalow in 'Nagar, to say nothing of Sholapur, is
like a home to me, so friendly is the spirit of every family. We
do seem to be like one big family here, sharing each other's joys
and sorrows as no group of people I know at home ever could do.
The admiration which I felt for missionaries at the distance of



^92 1] A Few Pictures of Life in India 257

ten thousand miles has been increased tenfold at the distance of
ten yards. They're very human and make mistakes and get dis-
couraged but always, always, they see a vision behind the clouds
of discord or discouragement.

Then, I also find my work most congenial. To be sure some-
times it is hard to keep my thoughts confined to simple language ;
often it is annoying to have to wait indefinitely for a slow-minded
pupil to make up her mind to get ready to answer a question ; at
other times it is tiring to strain one's ears to catch a word spoken
in a whisper. But these are only trifling matters. The girls are
studious, quick to respond, conscientious and grateful. Freed
from the shackles of discipline, I lean back in my chair and
thoroughly enjoy myself, as with my six sixth standard pupils we
plunge into the mysteries and joys of Shakespeare.

Outside of their studies, they're as frolicsome as American
girls. I have lately introduced them to basket-ball and often I
get so amused watching their excitement and hilarity that I quite
forget to coach the game. It is very pretty to watch the Indian
girls run. They are as fleet as deer and so graceful. But when
it comes to anything like a simple folk dance, they are as heavy as
lead.

How can I choose what to tell you out of the hundred things
that pop into my head ? Shall I tell you about the glorious moon-
light nights when we have our dinner outdoors in the blessed
coolness of the evening? Shall I tell you of the red and brown
hills, the desolate valleys between .them which make me think
that in just such a wilderness Christ must have suffered His
temptations ? The shadow of a great rock — how well I under-
stand that now. No, I think I'll tell you about Palm Sunday.
I watched our happy children form into line, eighty strong, and
waving big palm branches, march off to church singing a song of
praise. I walked along with them and suddenly in the distance
we heard the same song and around the corner came about one
hundred of Mr. Hiwale's little orphans, waving on high their
green branches. As we neared the church around another corner



258 Life and Light [July-August

came another hunded bearing palms, the high school boys. There
in the streets of Ahmednagar, a town not unlike the cities of
Palestine with its wall and city gates, its mud houses and narrow
lanes, there in the streets of a Hindu city, marched a procession
of three or four hundred Christians singing praises and shouting
Hosannas while over their heads waved a veritable forest of
palms. Do not you think that our Savior, looking down from
Heaven must have smiled through His tears at the sight of those
happy, humble — oh, so humble — ■ folk, so like the folk that
gladdened His way two thousand years ago ?

And once again my heart thrilled when, at the celebration of
our Lord's supper on Thursday night, fifteen of our own high
school girls, dressed in purest white, stood up before the quiet,
reverential audience and, while the vilest of Hindu festivals was
going on out in the moonlight streets, dedicated their lives to
their spotless Master, Jesus Christ. Our prayer is — and may it
be yours — that their lives may always be as shining as their
white robes on that night.

Helping to Strengthen the Work at Ismid

A letter dated April 13, was received May 9, 1921, from Miss Grisell
McLaren, formerly of Van, Eastern Turkey. It will be remembered that
Miss McLaren, formerly an evangelistic worker among Turkish and
Armenian-speaking people, has now become a graduate nurse and that
she returned to Asia Minor last fall with the hope of returning to
Armenia. The following letter tells why she has not been able to do so
and the work in which she is now engaged at Ismid, a town about fifty
miles or so from Constantinople, which was known in ancient times as
Nicomedia. The Near East Relief has a goodly unit at work here for
large numbers of refugees from the east have poured into Ismid in their
search for safety. Two other Woman's Board missionaries, Miss Sophie
Holt and Miss Mary Kinney, workers who were formerly at Adabazar
are also at Ismid. Miss McLaren writes :

XHAVE not yet written you about my new work. There
was no dearth of work crying out to be ddne in
various places, but the trouble was that the political
situation made it either impossible or impracticable for workers
to be sent to meet the needs.

Dr. Peet and some of his associates had recently visited Ismid



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and were greatly impressed with the need and the promise for
work here, so they suggested that I come here and look the ground
over.

I found the American Hospital which is partly under the Near
East Relief and partly under the "American Women's Hospitals"
in need of an instructor for their young nurses. As I had both
Turkish and Armenian I seemed to fill the bill. I am sure that
no one would say that the work I am doing is not the kind that
those behind me in America would count as missionary work.
Most of the nurses, if not all of them, have spent several years
in exile with none of the influences that make for strong charac-
ters, and they need some one who understands their condition
and who can talk to them directly in their own language. Most
of them are responding well, and while far from what we want
them to be, are showing signs of improvement. Then, too, I
can go among the patients and help them as well.

I am doing a little visiting and helping sick folks in the homes
too, and hope to have more opportunity as time goes on, and I
am also helping the women of the church with their meetings.

Since the deportation some six years ago there has been no
Sunday School here in the Protestant Church. That was one of
the first things that caught my attention, and after talking the
matter over with Miss Holt and Miss Kinney, I decided to ask
permission to start one. When we spoke to the church committee
about it they said they had just decided that they must have a
Sunday School, but there was no one to take charge of it. Finally,
with me as superintendent, and a fine staff of teachers, mostly
from Miss Kinney's school, we started two weeks ago. Both
Sundays we have had an attendance of 150 or more and we are
hoping that this will continue. We would gladly have more, but
the church, though new, is small and is filled up with desks as
the day school is held there also for the younger children. I also
have a daily English class in the American School.

I am very happy in my work here and shall be glad to stay
unless a call comes from some more needy field. Miss Foreman



260 Life and Light [July-August

has written to see if I would go to Aintab, and of course, that
would be just fine, but Miss Clark will soon be ready to return
from the Language School.

The Nationalists are about their usual business of destruction
and murder. Last week several villages just across the Gulf were
burned, and as I write I can hear the booming of cannon as the
Greeks and Turks are fighting at Bardezag. The Greeks, who
are in control here, are hot allowing people to leave the city-
very freely. Many, of course, with past events still fresh in
their minds are eager to get out of what may well be considered
a danger zone. The Greeks have promised safe conduct for all
Christians should there be trouble here. The Turks are said to
have threatened to set fire to the Christian quarter, but since
about 100 of them have been arrested, there seems to be no
further talk. Here we sit at the foot of a smoldering volcano,
and no one knows when it will pour its fire upon us. Meanwhile
we go on with our work calmly.

The Greeks have promised to give us the fine Turkish hospital
with four or five good buildings as soon as they can put their
soldiers out in tents. We are eagerly looking forward to this,
since our present quarters in a Turkish school are not all that
one might desire.

The Near East Relief, has a large work here, and is helping
many. They have recently gathered up many refugee children,
both Greek and Armenian, and after cleaning them up thoroughly
have sent them to school, with one good meal daily. As yet I
have visited none of the refugee camps, nor have I seen any of the
medical or relief work outside the hospital. The steep hills one
has to climb here to get anywhere make all excursions of that
kind prohibitive for me at present. However, I am well, and
happy, and I hope I am doing some permanent good.



^92 1] A First Visit to a Country District 261

A First Visit to a Country District

By Jean Dickinson, Peking

^^^^.^ HE first real trip away from Peking since I came was
■ ^ J to Paotingfu and the famine relief area south and east.
^^^^/ The American Board group at Paotingfu are most
cordial and hospitable. As Miss Isabelle Phelps had mumps, I
could not stay with Miss Grace Breck in the Ladies' House, so
the Robinsons kindly took me in. The presence of the two
cherubs, Harold and Jamie, made it all the nicer. Mr. and Mrs.
Elmer Gait, and Mr. and Mrs. Francis Price are the other fam-
ilies in the compound with Mr. Dick Leavens on famine work,
and several week-end visitors. We were quite a large and very
happy party. We arrived Saturday evening. Sunday morning
Mr. Robinson took me to a "chou" (pronounced jo, meaning
porridge) kitchen, run by the local Chinese authorities in a
nearby village. In a temple courtyard we saw the last giving
out of chou, dipped by measure from great pails into the bowls
and dishes of all sorts that the people brought. Each day they
feed a thousand, or rather, they give that many measures, but
one small girl with two measures of "chou" in her bowl said there
were seven mouths in her home and that is often the case.

Each poor person presented a red wooden ticket and received
a white one and the next day the color would be reversed so there
could be no duplication of giving. The kitchen was a matting
shed over two huge iron bowls built into the masonry over the
small fires in the usual Chinese fashion. I have not seen a more
popular temple, so loaded with four character signs, the gratitude
gifts of the more wealthy of the thousands who have been healed
of divers diseases. The favorite inscription is very familiar in
sound, "Pray and you must receive." While we were there we
saw the praying, the only case Mr. Robinson or I had ever seen
in China of actual verbal praying in a temple. An old man,
whose disease was not obvious, knelt before the shrine, after
lighting two bundles of incense. In his hands was a bamboo vase



262 Life and Light [July-August

of sticks (one of many, some for men and some for women)
which he shook vigorously until just one jumped out. This is a
favorite method of choosing things. This stick bore a number and
the priest gave him the corresponding prescription from the racks
(like a railroad ticket seller's) and the old man would take this
to some one who could read it and tell him what sort of medicine
to take to cure him, perhaps the awful bear's feet one sees in the
market, sometimes, on the stand of the Chinese drug seller. And
the wonder of it is that so many of them had gotten well in the
past, for there were hundreds of inscriptions.

On the way home we stopped at a pottery which not only in-
terested the sociologist to see how the work was done, but par-
ticularly interested the girl who had done a bit of pottery herself.
They were very nice in letting us see it all. The huge cone of
earth, with the ramp at one side is a very familiar sight all through
this clay region. In the clay pits were about a dozen men scraping
wet clay, straight soil, I suppose, into moulds, making two bricks
at once, leveling it ofif but not pressing it down, and turning the
mould out onto the level earth in rows to dry. During the dry-
ing, other men spanked the bricks a bit, top, sides and ends.
When sun-dried they were taken to the conical ovens and fired,
making a very brittle and porous brick. We stooped our way
into a low, almost underground hut, out of which children of
five to eight years were carrying flower pots and other large earth-
enware from the mouth of the furnace. In the same hut was
the man who was making the pots, sitting at a wheel turned by
another man. Beside him \yas a heated bowl of water and two
or three simplest shaping tools. The pot we saw him make was
two feet high, more than a foot across, very thin, and quite
even. Here too were piles of different grades of clay and the
"k'ang" where some of the workers slept. In another hut they
were making tiles, with real efficiency. A mould like an inverted
flower pot was attached to a wheel, and on it the man put a
jointed outer mould, covering this with a close fitting rag. Then,
from an arc-shaped wall of wet clay divided lengthwise into just



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263




Singing Grace Before Breakfast at the
Yenching College Refuge



the rig-ht sections, he
cut a strip of just the
right thickness with
an implement of wire
attached to a stick.
This measured strip
of clay he then slapped
around the mould on
the wheel and with
wet hands smoothed
and turned it into
place. Another man
slipped off the outer mould, took it out into the sunshine,
disjointed the mould which left the cloth on to hold it firm, and
which left inside marks to divide this bottomless flower pot into
quarters. Later, when it is nearly dry, the cloth is removed,
the quartering' marks cut deeper with a pointed wire, and when
nearly dry it is easily broken apart into tiles before baking. An
old, old man was carving the snorkely dragons for the ends of the
ridg-epole of a temple being- built inside the city, using- delightful
imag-ination as well as skill in carA^ing-.

The church was fairly large and though well outside the city
was crowded. Much of the population was school children, of
course, and others were famine sufferers who were being relieved.
I sat far back among these interesting and interested folks and
therefore did not hear
as well as I might
have, for they have
little idea of listening
quietly. A student
complimented me by
offering me her hym-
nal. It is just as
when I was very small
and was tickled to
pieces if I could read ^ Few of the Waifs




264 Life and Light [July-August

throug-h a whole line of a hymn at the rate of the g-rown ups,
only now it isn't the rate but the recognition of characters. I
do love being able to join in the Lord's prayer and doxology.
There was a Communion Service in the afternoon, the last meet-
ing of the annual business meeting for the district, with the
evangelists and various workers all collected.

Monday morning Mr. Robinson took me to see the two fine
pieces of industrial education in Paotingfu. The big normal
school has an industrial department of only about twenty boys,
but very good work, with metal, wood-working and bamboo de-
partments. Just now they are fulfilling orders for a horsepower
well-bucket machine, only two-thirds as expensive and twice as
efficient as those in use in this district before. This is the provin-
cial capitol city and as the rather fierce military governor takes
pleasure in improving his city, Paotingfu has a far better industrial
normal school than the one which is said to be the best in Peking.
We went all through it, seeing them making woven silk pictures
(hideous, but elaborate and wonderful), designing silks, spinning,
weaving, dyeing, making rubberized cloths, and doing many sorts
of metal and woodwork.

There we sat in the blistering sun, with several famine refugees,
to whom the Bible woman at once began to talk, telling them
about Christ, with us foreigners, about whom they were of course
curious, as a point of departure. With us was one of the prettiest
girls I have ever seen, who also talked to them. She had been so
mistreated by her family, particularly a step mother, and so
long untended that when she was found and finally taken to the
hospital at Paotingfu she had to have her right hand amputated.
She looked fourteen or so, and we were almost incredulous to
hear that she was twenty. It will sadly hamper her chances for a
good husband which is a shame, for a sweeter girl could hardly
bf: found. Well, we waited for two hours, then descended from
the train that didn't go at all, got the five o'clock express, which
was held up further down the line and finally arrived at the refuge
about 6 :30, in time to watch the sunset as we tramped the mile
from the railroad to and through the town, with its low mud wall.



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In the fall, one of our teachers, educated abroad, translated
the "Blue Bird" and our girls gave two most appreciated per-
formances netting something like $1400 Mex. This money is
supporting a refuge for little girls in the famine area. One of
the older students has given up study entirely to supervise the
work, while three other students at a time go down for two weeks
to help her take care of, and teach, two hundred girls, ranging in
age from four to eighteen. They have three or four old women
to. sleep with the children and help with the work. A temple has
been given for their use. The main courtyard and temple are
untouched and apparently the youngsters are forbidden to go
in and play among the horrible representations of hell. Three
of the side temples are used for sleeping with the gods all tied
up grotesquely in straw and matting. There is another more


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