Editorial September 18, 1943 Issue

The Woman God-Crowned

John Randall Dunn

In years and seasons of worldwide unrest, of unlovely change and the abandonment of many cherished customs and standards, the student of history may cast a wistful eye backward; may long for the return of those uneventful, quieter times called, in the vernacular, "the horse and buggy days." The human mind natively abhors stir and change. It trembles at the prospect, and says in the words of Felix to the Apostle Paul, "Go thy way for this time; when I have a convenient season, I will call for thee." Nevertheless, no real progress in any field of endeavor is made without a loosening from old moorings and a bold launching out into new and possibly troubled waters. Progress cannot be static. Stirring is generally salutary. Where is the progressive housewife who is content not to change every so often the position of her furniture, or never to gaze longingly in a shop window at a new set of chinaware?

Truly are we living at a marvelous moment. "I tell you," said Jesus to his disciples, and verily he might say this to us today. "that many prophets and kings have desired to see those things which ye see, and have not seen them; and to hear those things which ye hear, and have not heard them." Ours is an epoch of the fulfillment of prophecy. Many, of course, are familiar with the extraordinary lines of Lord Tennyson in his poem "Locksley Hall." written decades ago, when he saw,

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