By Fr. Bernard Basset, $J.
What happens to your
Herald? THE Whitsun competition brought in a most pleasing collection of post cards front England, Ireland, Holland, North Africa and France. Readers from more distant countries may like to send in their answers and space will be found for the details they supply. The winning card came from a White Father in North Africa and it is a joy to send
the prize to him. Perhaps we at
home, after reading the journey of one CATHOLIC HERALD, may turn with remorse to the pile of papers under the cushions of our settee.
The Winning Entry
0 MY CATI1OLIC HERALD comes to me from a school teacher in Bristol who lets her mother and brother, both non-Catholics read it first. Here it is read by the Superior General. his colleagues and several others. I then send it to a native priest in Nyasaland who writes periodically to say how useful the paper is 'spiritually and materially.' Yes, he sells it page by page for eggs as I used to do myself some years back. The natives grow their own tebacco but have no paper for cigarettes. They barter eggs for pages of the HERALD and thus my HERALD ends in smoke." Thank you Fr. Keane.
An Excellent Lead
ANORTH country reader, writing on a slightly different topic, sends thanks to Douglas Hyde for his weekly note. The writer, following Mr. Hyde's lead, has boon in touch with his Member of Parliament about the fate of the American negroes guilty of rape. The reply of the member suggests that something may he done. My correspondent suggests that Mr. Hyde's article is most useful for all cells and action groups who want a weekly social inquiry. Supporting this suggestion, may I remind you of the Italian miners now due in England about whom Mr. Hyde wrote so earnestly some weeks ago.
Devotion to the Sacred Heart
WOULD you agree or not that in the past decade there has been a marked decrease in public devotion to the Sacred Heart ? Older people will tell you that 20 years ago, the First Friday devotions, the motive of reparation, the statue of the Sacred Heart with a lamp burning before it were common signs of devout Catholic life. Are we allowing this most beautiful external expression of love to disappear ? The question is hard to answer but not difficult to discuss.
A PRIEST, after years of faithful " work died and appeared before St. Peter. The priest outlined his work in the, parish but St. Peter made him wait. A friar arrived, also with much good work to his credit but the Saint was uncertain about him too. Next came a beautiful girl, killed in a car smash and St. Peter, after asking her about it, let her through. The others were rightly annoyed. " Fathers," said St. Peter, " that girl has been driving for six months and in that short time she has put the fear of God into far more people than you have reached in a life time."