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<h2><SPAN name="HELPING_FINGERS" id="HELPING_FINGERS" /><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_34" id="Page_34"></SPAN>[34]</span>HELPING FINGERS</h2> <p>For three years I lived in Manila, Philippine Islands. Not far from my home was an orphanage for children who were deaf and dumb. Frequently these children were seen at different entertainments that were given about the city. One evening I went to attend a lecture in the Y.M.C.A. Right in front of me sat three children. They were very quiet and orderly. When the lecture began the boy who sat in the middle began to make his fingers go as fast as he could, the two children on either side watching him intently. That center boy could hear, the other two were deaf. So he heard the lecture for them and told it to them by the finger language.</p> <p>One day a girl, coming out from school, got on a street car to go to her home. The car was crowded. She found a seat next to a woman who was heavily laden with bundles. She had all she could do to hold those bundles in her lap and keep them from falling and scattering their contents on the floor. Then a string about one <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_35" id="Page_35"></SPAN>[35]</span>of the packages became untied. She struggled to get that string fastened securely. She had so many packages, her fingers were numb with cold, and again and again the string slipped just at the crucial time. Finally this school girl, who was an attractive, well-dressed girl, reached over and placed her nicely gloved finger on the obstreperous knot. There was a grateful smile from the troubled woman and a hearty "Thank you." The next stop was the girl's home. As she went to the end of the car she passed a school friend who had watched the little incident. She said to her, "I see you belong to the helping hand society." "No," replied the girl, "not the helping hand, just the helping finger society." This is a great society, girls and boys. Admission to it requires no initiation fee, no dues, simply the desire and the will to be helpful wherever you are.</p> <p>MEMORY VERSE, <i>Ecclesiastes</i> 9: 10</p> <div class="blockquot"><p>"Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might."</p> </div> <p>MEMORY HYMN [349]</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span><i>"Saviour, thy dying love thou gavest me."</i><br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />

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