he pictures are taken, our eyes,
and beyond the eyes, in the brain, are thousands of films. We start out
in the morning and the moment we open our eyes we begin exposing those
films. We do not have to do any clicking for these pictures, one after
another, click, click, click, and they are developed as fast as they are
taken.

If you should say to a man who has reached three score years and ten,
"Tell me the clearest picture you can remember," he would not show a
picture that was taken yesterday, or last week, or last year. He would
turn back the pages of his memory book fifty, sixty years. The clearest
pictures he possesses are those that were snapped in his boyhood. Every
day you are taking pictures that are going to remain with you as long as
you live. Let us resolve, girls and boys, that as we go out each morning
and our human kodak begins clicking, we shall take only pictures that
are true, pure and clean.

MEMORY VERSE, _Proverbs_ 4: 25

"Let thine eyes look right on, and let thine eyelids look straight
before thee."

MEMORY HYMN [1]

_"O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise."_

WATCH LESSONS

My grandfather was a foreman in a tannery for a great many years.
Finally, as he was approaching seventy years of age, he left the tannery
to retire to a quieter life. The men who worked in his department had a
real affection for him. As an expression of that esteem they presented
him, on his last day with them, a beautiful, solid gold watch. On the
inner cover they engraved his name, the date, and the occasion of the
presentation. When my grandfather died the watch became my father's
possession. Then upon my father's death the watch came to me. What a joy
it is to carry such a watch! Here are some lessons my watch teaches me.

The case is but the outside. It is nice to have a gold case, it looks so
well. But that does not make the watch keep any better time. It would
keep just as accurate time if the case were iron. You see it is the
inside that counts. It is the same with life. The soul is the important
part of us.

Now here is the tiny second hand. It rushes around, jumping, hurrying,
fussy, as though it were doing the whole job. But you cannot tell time
by the second hand. Knock it off and the watch goes right on running.

Here's the minute hand. How big, and solemn and serious it looks! Surely
the minute hand is important. What time is it? Fifteen minutes after.