Article July 7, 1934 Issue

Gaining the Perfect Concept

ADELINA L. KRANZ

The new moon hung low as a child for the first time glimpsed it from the window. He looked in consternation and then with sobs ran to his mother, crying, "The moon is broken."

"No, dear," she said, as she gathered him in her arms; "it is not broken."

"Come and see;" and he pulled her to the window, through which a delicate crescent was visible, not the golden ball he loved. "See, it is broken."

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