ilwatilemill By ciare Simon..., llll THIS week I've got a new friend to tell eoti about-m friend of Sly boots and mine although poor Slyboots is always afraid of being gobbled up by hint! His name is Bruce and l' se drawn a picture of him. At least, of a bit of him because he is so big there is only room for about a quarter. If you could see the whole of him you would know that he is an Airedale. As for the other things in the picture-the floWer is to show that Bruce is in a garden and the thing he has in his mouth is supposed to be something that you would never guess an Airedale would get hold of. To explain it. I must tell you that Bruce belongs to a priest who is the Chaplain of a convent and in his young days one of Bruce's very best friends was the Reverend Mother. Evers, day, Bruce used to hurry out to the garden to find his friend and have a game with her. And one fine day he was so pleased to see her he simply tore her veil off her head and raced round the garden with it at top speed! Well. the end of the story is that the Reverend Mother was very nice about it-much nicer than one might expect a Reverend Mother to be about a thing like that-and she quite forgase Bruce. But it's art absolutely true story. If yott look at the picture you will see how huge Bruce is because the Reverend Mother's veil is quite small compared to him and she was certainly a full-sized Reverend Mother-I know because l've seen her. So much for Bruce and more than enough, says Slyboots. I've just been reading a book which I think older readers of this corner-say from 14 to anyagewould enjoy very much. It is about present-day saints, and by saints I don't mean canonised ones but people who in this century, and particularly during the last war, lived and died according to the standards of heroic sanctits. There is Marcel Cello, for instance. who died in a concentration camp during the war not only because he was a Frenchman but also because he was a leader of the Young Christian Workers. Then there is Flying Officer Donald Garland who, in order to save thousands of troops, was one of five men who went to certain death destroying a bridge which ssas being heavily shelled, and was awarded the V.C., after death, for his bravery. It is very interesting to sec in their stories how the fact that all these people lived as Christians (mostly Catholic) throughout their lives seemed to help them to come to the right decision about how to die. The book is called " Brave Wings" and is by Doris Burton. (Burns, Oates, 12s. 6d.)
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