The Hongkong Anti-Tuberculosis As. sociation is entering another year in the In this great war against tuberculosis. work, the Colony is taking its part with many other nations, in the universal effort to stay the heavy wastage of human lives Scientists, exacted by this grim scourge. doctors and others specialising in the treatment of tuberculosis throughout the world have made great discoveries during the last few years, and the fruits of their labours are being made available to sufferers from this disease here in Hongkong, through The Hongkong Anti-Tuberculosis Associa tion.
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Unfortunately, statistics show that the Incidence of tuberculosis in Hongkong is more wide-spread than in any other part of the world.
This grim fact does not dishearten the because it is constantly H.K.A-T.B.A. fortified in the knowledge that, from the generous support given by Covernment, charitably-minded bodies and merchant houses, down to the humble worker, it is obvious that there is a common sympathetic understanding that this is a work of mercy which must continua,
Cheques should be crossed and addressod:- "HONGKONG ANTI-TUBERCULOSIS ABSOCIATION"
Health and Happiness can be restored
to many sufferers if you will
GIVE THAT THEY MAY LIVE
HONG KONG BIRDS
By
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Illustrated in colour and black and white by
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EXHIBITION OF
HUNGARIAN PEOPLE'S
THE CHINA MAIL, MONDAY, MAY 4, 1953.
"THEY HAVE THEIR EXITS"
CHAPTER 13
E both laughed.
"They won't get
far," said Luteyn,
By
"it is much ice cold for pr Airey Neave,
Roners of war?"
The boys laughed uncer- tainly and rode off towards Singen.
As this conversation was take- ing place in the road I reflected that these boys alone stood be- tween us and freedom. After- words I asked Luteyn what was In his mind.
be
"For me to kill one with my spade and you the other." said, "What did you intend to do?"
Exactly the same."
we
puss-
ed through Singen in the blackout
without incl-
and
dent
January 9 we
D.S.O., O.B.E., M.C. -
"This is the
5MOMENT
aitway to'
Schaffhausen about two miles We dared not approach it lest i
north
of a point where road forms the frontier.
the
itl
marked a German frontier post We had to march due south on Asrolet Uraring to A compass the blundering back into the enemy. copts for Striving to maintain our reason
our pr slowly ad- ufler the nightmare
the SJW
ww escape, we stopped every few Rap steps to check our bearings.
Wrapping ourselves while
beekeeper's camouflage,
through vanced
could unt:l
we
see
in the trees and lights of cons the road aheart. pas.lug itong Not fur to the east were voices and lanterns and what appear ed to be a frontier posl.
I was an hour before we had a quarter of a mile travelled and found ourselves on higher ground. There came to us the sound of cow bells and a clock chimed the hour of Ave 111 For an hour we crouched in a
Under our Ani
feet the road
sweet tones.
re- ditch beske
we felt with unspeakable watched a sentry pacing up and
me surface pr yards away, let the welcome down only forly
the remainder of mad. Suddenly there was a row Here we ate nur cimentate and swallowed of small farmhouses and
of snow. Back sheds. A single question few mouthfuls
Were we in Switz clouds began to hide the moon tuned un
a land? The snow crunched loudly and the cold increased with
the beneath watched
our feet us we went rising wind. I
doorway German buttening the collar of from
COW- tor-
doorway
his overecut and saw him move watching and listening in terr towards the sentry
the frontier barrier.
box beside ble anxiety.
rond-
Before us across the Way was a smooth
surrounded
show
plain of by distant trees Beyond this few hundred yards of upen No Man's Land was freedom.
jue 2
SAW ས blurred whiteness against the wall of a barn and
I it my petrol lighter. Pushing
“Do you agree to cross now?" aside the snow, I could ree
sald Luteyn.
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1
the
moment,"
whispered,
WE
節
WE crawled from the ditch, across the road and the field beyond ploughing on hands and knees through deep snow. After what seemed an eternity we rose to our feet and surged for ward-Into Switzerland.
Over the Swiss frontier we came to very deep snow drifts, through which we stumbled and sometimes sank, having to drag each other to our feet. Three hundred yards to the cast single lamp flickered ominously,
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advertisement for 11 circus. There were elephants and tigers vinc- colcurs und R in gay
moustaches. master with long And then, with pounding heart, I sought the place of the per- Schamau- formance. It was
sen, and we were at the Swiss had village of Ramsen. We come through!
Ás We shook hands the
church clock of Rumsen struck there a quarter past live and came the crisp sound of heavy bools along the street.
-We-dashed-Into-the-shadows, watching in a torment of fear for the famillur steel helmet of
A tall
man a German guard.
nonchalantly towardy walked us carrying a rifle. He was a Swiss frontier guard serenely patrolling the village.
"Hall! Who goes there?" "Friends."
"Are you English?"
"Yes, and Dutch."
that Then I could see
the guard was smiling. With shouts of joy we flung ourselves upen him. The three of us clasped each other's hands and danced whole in the snow, while the street echced with cur cheering. windows Lights came at the and the guard shouted merrily, as if he was the most delighted
man in the world.
A
骗
.
we
T the Swiss frontier post we
roused from his bed. Soon n kindly Swiss seated himself as high desk. Taking a pen he wrote our names and particu- lars in a book.
When there simple formalitles were over we walked with the guard to the police station of Rameen where clean comfort,
and able beds were prepared great steaming cups of choco- late laced with brandy were
Then honded to us.
wd lay the down on
beds and slept until dawn.
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I was awakened by the entry of a rosy Swiss policeman with brandy and coffee and rolls and good fresh butter.
We were
We ale, washed and shaved, and at nine_a.m. taken by a plain-clothes officer to the trairi for Schaffhausen. Just eighty-four hours had pussed Eince we escaped from Colditz
We sat in the
train btside tho plain-clothea, mon watched, the morning sun
SANJA
DRAMA ON THE CORONATION ROUTE-
WHITEHALL STAIRS ON VICTORIA EMBANKMENT IS THE SCENE OF THIS EPISODE
USDATENS
REGINT ST.
THE FLIGHT FROM WHITEHALL STAIRS
THE TRIBLED DAYS OF JAMES AND WILLIAM
DECEMBER 10.1688. WILLIAM OF ORANGE IS WAARCHING ON LONDON THE FATE OF BRITAIN IS IN THE BALANCE.
JAMES I IS URGED BY HIS COURTIERS TO ESCAPE BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE. AT FIRST HE IS READY TO GO, THEN SULKING HE REFUSES TO BUDGE•
ON A DARK STORMY NIGHT THE QUEEN, DISGUISED AS AN ITALIAN WOMAN, LEAVES THE PALACE, SHE EMBARKS AT WHITEHALL STAIRS. WITH HER ARE TWO FRENCH NOBLEMEN. JAMES ESCAPES FROM
ENGLAND
J
THEY ARRIVE SAFELY AT GRAVESEND WHERE
A YAGHT A WAITS THEM.
SHE SAILS.
OHAWK BOYSMAROCE
BUT AS A
PRECAUTION
HE DECIDES TO SEND HIS QUEEN AND BABY- SON TO FRANCE
IN LONDON JAMES TI LISTENS TO AN ULTIMATUM SENT BY WILLIAM. HE ASKS FOR TIME TO CONSIDER IT.
THE ENVOYS RETURN LATER FOR HIS ANSWER. THE PALACE IS EMPTY.
JAMES+9
HAS FLED
THE COUNTRY.
ON DECEMBER 22,1688, HE JOINS HIS QUEEN
IN FRANCE, WHERE HE SPENDS THE REMAINDER OF HIS LIFE
IS
A
M
ANY
IN EXILE
BY BEVERLEY BAXTER, M.P.
NOT FORM
and neither
DISBELIEF
OF FAITH?
can
years ago be analysed,
faith, when I was Editor of the
London In this pilgrimage towards the Daily Express my truth there are, however, start- the supremacy of Goodness, not say
Feature Editor suggested ing places where we can acquire do I conture Goodness with Pro Velazquez and
minor beliefs which encourage pricty or Sanctly. Goodness and the
but admits London. unbelievable." Inspiration, cannot Inspiration is a scarce commodity part of his creed,
failed. Then ho schools are a neccesary alterna- that he has
ralues himself up na If by some tive.
secret strength and with eyes Deep in my heart I believe in looking beyond this world he believe in Michelangelo, says:
Rembrandt; in might of design... the of all things by everlasting. and the that we should run a series us to continue the long, long Virtue are often for apart, if redemption
Woman we accept the common concep. Beauty of articles from prominent road. My mother was
force of great
of character, tion of Virtue us negation of message of Art that has made Amen. unkindness is a
blessed. people under the heading "I D Idealistic and full of merriment, Sin. To Believe." Personally 1
deeply religious and extremely greater crime than immorality. Amen."
are sometimes doubted that anyone would interested in this world. In her pithough they be willing to expose his soul idealistic moments she liked to indivisible.
rather simple poen quele a "in public but when we put it which went something like this:The cruellest women are often those who have repressed to the test wo found not
There was a man who raised anction and live a life only a willingness but an
his hand, eagerness to take part in
And said "I shall be great!""" the series.
But through the years he
vainly strove
It caused immense inter- est and discussion at the time and may indeed have proved a spiritual awaken- ing to many people.
I was thinking of this when not very long ago, 1 spent an argumentative evening with อ man of fine intellect and con- siderable powers of expression, Agure in our publie life who is destructive and even anarchic in his approach to many aspects, of life. Rather than support what is false he would do away with all #lusion.
At Fame's closed gate,
He left a son who tried high
place to win
But, dying, left no trace that.
he, had been.
mac
in
the
barren
un-
These
hards
Men's Cry
respectability, and the kindest SHAKESPEARE, in his gropt moments, olmost bridges the ar often found
this wotja fortmates. With many backalid- distance between Ings I have tried to live my life and the next. So does Wocate in such a way as to make no In his prelude to "Tristen" one's life harder because I have 5 we feel. Of all living crea
tures it was given only lo mani 10 passed that way.
create and
To encourage
.
who the man
nrls
does some huinble task, to praise soul.
He also left a son who, with- the gardener for the beauty he
how,
the command as an expression of the
Finally, as, in any confession out caring or knowing has created, to thank the over-
worked waitress for her service, such as this, one must face the belleye in "Do you question Bore the fair mark of death- to wish the tired bus conductor or it is so dificult to enswer
to
less fame upon his brow. "Good night" it might "Yes" and it is impossible?
"Behold a genius filled with Bre divine!" the people
cried.
Not knowing that, to make
him what he was, Two men had died.
It must be fifty years since I Firally as the argument first heard those lines from my waxed hot ho grow nettled.ac mother's lips, and no doubt my accusations and declared memory has mangled them, but "I have my creed!" To which, the poem had a profound effect with rather a cheap facility, answered:
to
was the Phot "There isn't ja
myed
argued that these are mere
in the First World titillations to one's vanity, or answer "No." When went out sops to the smugness that is in to France
a subaltern who but War Perhaps all of us.
a. veteran a happier
already the world would be a place if we gave encouragement trenches sald: and dignity to those who per- man here who hasn't
God even if he never did the form the humble task.
fore." That terrible cry of the men as they went over the top, "Dear God, not in the guis o In the face!" was in crude, pil- mitive bellef that there in
Expression
upon her and, in varying de-
red have indeed, grees, upon her children. Once I ET me repent this article la Divine Being who could feel ind your creed begins with do not believe...!"
Definite Creed
my creed. I believe in the for supremacy of Goodness, the
compassion.
she told to me: "Sometimes I
We are told that Christ was believe that my ambition you is greater than my love, splendour of Gentleness and the the caly Son of God: Walgove
But if you succeed in life and are not a good man, I would be ashamed and would take no pride in your achievements."
Rare Things
YET who is there to say that.
doubt and even disbelief are not in themselycs a form of faith? The negative is as real as the positive. The man who believes that there is no im- CHE played the plans beauti
creed fully and sung well, the read mortality
cnunciates Just as definitely
11 as the man me "Hamlet" when I was who is convinced that this life child and I could only feel the 16 the beginning of aga round of the words and get
0 whleh has no ending
necessity of Kindliness.
Him to us that we might be saved. Christ. moky For another article in my heavenly Father na a creed, and perhaps It is the God; but there were, olas, and strongest of all, I believe in they exist today, who believed the wrath of God which Beauty as the expression of the h
sirriers o condemn God in us. Each winter the could
punishment in earth dies but in the spring it eternal
not only sinners flowers into life as if to say to flames, and men: "How enn you believe but unbaptised infants (99 only in the permanency of death and not in the miracle of resurrection?"
There is beauty almost eveY- marla where save nothing of their meaning. Music where
No Other Way
the rational mind erica that I our house and we spoke it as a work. Dusk descending on the it could not call divine O
In Spain have wrestled with this prob- child
will speak
sca, a wisp of cloud in a summer that which would, bo-vile inreen, Tem and in the proces
mountains have Spanish. Somewhere. In my aky, snow-capped
love that ha found some attraction in the childhood I sensed the affially against a goiden mun, a steeple
Haltingly I believe
Nazareth at the top of a hill, a cottage on of
was divinely light-hearted declaration: "One between music and literature.
the lonely moor.. In fact most
"Some inspired and that is shart world at a time!"
Forgive me if I dwell for a day," sald a priest to an agnostle, te epitomised the foodauss and under the spell of como the easy philosophy from time moment longer on this personal " will show you a flower and the greatness of derified. But to time, and are probably none aspect. My father was a genial then you will believe in God." the worse for it. But the quest mountain of philosophy with a ing mind cannot stay still. pervading humour that rarely. Somewhere beyond the ranges, left him.
Like all men who think, was like a second language in despoiling hand has been at AGAINST eternal, punishment
of us
cannot visualise God, nor do I It w was.cootenne.
Yet for the full expression of bellove that Between faith
form. and beyond the clouds, beyond the and father wen my mother this Inth I must turn to that Somewhere, all that logoger adul
tried so hard to believe Therefore, I believe though allowed that the intellect was the soul, cannot understand.,
dis and could not convince either, there is no other way to plas
himself or us.
heights supernal shy of the wings of lowly falth: You will remember- how in
over the Swiss fields. After short journey the onleer grin- ned and pointed to the name of A station.
My blood.ran cold. We were at a German frontier station,"
Tomorrow: Mouting?
A-Secret Agent
sun, there are the eternal truths for the rare things of life even who if we can but reach them. We it far too often f feel that it is so because great appetite to over-rule is
criminating choice. truths can only be felt,
Portabu
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That was obviously in his mind Therefore ne a first article in when Montaigne declared that my crood I believe in heredity. "The Doctor's Dilemma" the So, having travelled thraust That nothing is so firmly believed as as a process by which succeed iscolute, dishonest young artist my confessions <1 come back to3 that which we least know, ing generations can reqve to Dubedat 34 dying to the grief Montaigne's distallon Robert Burton in his "Anatomy higher phores of underwand- of his wife and the professional nothing is truly well an of Melancholy was in the samo Inga Schools cannot take the Interest of the doctors. With that which (wa, ZGÓMEZ AMONTAST Tigroove of thought when he pince of stase homes where in words that can hardly be beard 'believe, and norm the less despe wrote: "It is believablo bossuno optention: dwala... But sinĉo be tries to Justity his conduct as ly, because I do not understand.