Editorial - The Rotary Balita no. 665 (February 15, 1951) / by “Alva J” Hill
Description: page 2 In: Rotary Club of Manila. The Rotary Balita No. 650 to 674Summary: Are you ever lonesome? Do you ever feel sorry for yourself? Did you ever feel that you have more trouble than you can stand, and that no one loves you, or really cares what becomes of you? Well, if you ever get any such ideas into your head, let me prescribe a sure remedy; guaranteed to cure, or your money back. It's simply this: spend a few centavos for a few candies and take them out to the Orthopaedic Hospital and to the orphans' homes at Welfareville, and visit for just one hour with the children in those institutions; little lovable tots who are literally starving for love and affection. If you don't then go back home and praise the good Lord that you are a healthy, able-bodied person, and a most fortunate individual; then you really better go jump in the river. When you have visited with three-year-olds who have spent half of their lives there in plaster casts; when you see hundreds of boys and girls who have no idea who were their parents, or who are their relatives; who never have a personal visitor, or any one to hold them on their lap, or kiss them good night; when you see their meager monotonous diet, and literally hundreds of them crowded into small dingy rooms, many of them without beds, or any article of adornment; do you think you could still go home feeling sorry for yourself? Just try it once and see. It sure cures me.Item type | Current library | Call number | Status | Barcode | |
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The Rotary Balita no. 665 (February 15, 1951).
Are you ever lonesome? Do you ever feel sorry for yourself? Did you ever feel that you have more trouble than you can stand, and that no one loves you, or really cares what becomes of you? Well, if you ever get any such ideas into your head, let me prescribe a sure remedy; guaranteed to cure, or your money back. It's simply this: spend a few centavos for a few candies and take them out to the Orthopaedic Hospital and to the orphans' homes at Welfareville, and visit for just one hour with the children in those institutions; little lovable tots who are literally starving for love and affection. If you don't then go back home and praise the good Lord that you are a healthy, able-bodied person, and a most fortunate individual; then you really better go jump in the river. When you have visited with three-year-olds who have spent half of their lives there in plaster casts; when you see hundreds of boys and girls who have no idea who were their parents, or who are their relatives; who never have a personal visitor, or any one to hold them on their lap, or kiss them good night; when you see their meager monotonous diet, and literally hundreds of them crowded into small dingy rooms, many of them without beds, or any article of adornment; do you think you could still go home feeling sorry for yourself? Just try it once and see. It sure cures me.
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