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Show But now in Turkey our hands are empty of all other work, we work for Moslems or we close up. Brousa is working. We have over one hundred and twenty Moslem children in our school, and the prospect of many more. That number at least are learning not to be afraid of us, even to respect, to trust, at last to love us. That there is a need for schools and even more insistently for trained teachers all Turkish leaders freely admit, and those who know the most about it are the most willing sadly to assert it. Brousa district has 162 villages large enough for schools, and only ten village schools. The educational officials know they need help in training teachers. Here then we have our great opportunity. We have an acknowledged need, we have the children, and we have ourselves to create respect and trust and love. And back of it all we have our Master who knows so much better than even we know how many more things are needed, and who desires as we never can to meet all need. (Arranged largely from a paper by Miss Edith Parsons) IN SIVAS Gray, barren hills with dusty fields between Scant harvests where the hungry peasants glean, A lonely land where scattered hamlets lie, Low, mean and poor, with sights that wound the eye; But yet this landscape, lonely, bleak and bare, Has grown to me a subtle charm to wear; For bare brown hills beneath the sunset's hue Have glories that your green hills never knew. While with full hands you pluck the clustering rose, I seek the first pale crocus in the snows. These early flowers, elusive, few, but fair Are doubly sweet for being rare; And struggling souls that in the darkness grope, We see transfigured through the light of hope. NINA EICE. Some day we may know why Nina Rice chose Turkey, for her going there was a matter of choice; her deepest love has certainly [ 51 ] |