the_beacon
THE BEACON, an editorial sheet, is
published twice month] y $when pos
sible) by Murielle Cpears of Dill
ingham, Alaska. Rate per year ^6.00.
MG0D GIVE THi?M STRENGTH”
The glow of an exquisite diamond, the
synchronism of the soaring gull, and the
infinite delicacy of a swamp violet are
my;&eries of perfection; so, also, is the
teenage girls’ warm, glowing blush, her un
cermonious meshing of dream and fact, and
the blossoming of her personality from a
childish assortment of desires to an art
ful array of character associations.
There is a sacred ’’intangible” about a
g5.rl on the brink of womanhood facing the
future without fear. Everyone feels this
—but, how much more deeply the mother and
father' of whom she is a part# What pride
and gratification fill their hearts at
sight of her; what agony accompanys her
sudden lossl
June Osterhaus was snatched from her
family a few weeks ago by the ever-present
hand of fate* June—a lovely young woman—
who danced away her last evening in Dill
ingham with bubbling gaiety. She was the
happiest anyone had ever seen her, Us .ally
a quiet, reserved girl, June*, was on this
night vivacious, tal’a+iv° and joyous. She
commented many times cr i. z: good fortune
to get work on The Queen and to be married
to a fine "guy" in the fall. She was full
of the joy of life—standing expectantly
on the threshhold of maturity. This is the
picture June’s many friends will retain of
••nis winsome, petite brunette.
Consolation cannot be worded to ease
the heartache of her loved ones. What good
are words to her older sister, Cathrine,
who held onto her sister against the strong
undertow of the tide until the strain be
came too great and she was jerked out of
her grasp? What good are words to her two
brothers and seven sisters who, never quite
realizing that tragedy has struck, keep
watching for their "Junie" to come home?
What good are words to her grieving mother
3\:re of a well-known smile, the music of a
hand?
\..*they are all together in a fish-salt- *
Ing business known unofficially as the
TTogiak Industries, Unlimited"../
• ^Nobody seems to know just what gives
an employer the right to tell his em
ployees whom they can associate with*
befiiend, etc* How big can a "little
dictator" get ?..•
.••They just happen to have one of those
SUPER bosses—the kind who is sending
them to Hawaii for a vacation in—I
mean it—in Octoberl (Any positions
open?)*..'
•••Do yoq want to get in on a "dirty
mess? You SURE? Well, go down to the
beach—two belugas will send you.**
•••You just "ain’t" well read until you
have enjoyed the "Vermillion Sin" by
Hellinger Grynn**» •
• ••I mean—the way I heard it, for this
isn’t second hand* In the midst of a
semi-hot argument, she turned to her
husband who had just sided against her
on an important issue, and said,"You
keep quiet* When I want your opinion I’ll
give it to you."..#
•••the young man of 20 flust thinks~about
love, —• ch, but this gets involved, more
later...
= —— r.
and father who have forever lost tho troa
soft voice and the comfort of a loving
’words have NO valuo in the presence oi sucn emptiness, sucn sorrow—.unless tnosa
words be sent heavenward through prayer through which they become bulwarks of
strength. God give strength to this bereaved famiJLy—courage and strength, we pray.