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Ring Out The Old---Ring In The New
A New Year's Greeting
By Eduard N. Loomis, New York
New York, Dec. 31, 1912. To the Members of the International Apple Shippers' Association, Vr Dear Friends :
New Year's Day should be the time for a second convention-not for the purpose of planning and plotting, but to take stock of where and what we are, to cement friendships, and to renew our courage to play our part, with happy heart, for another year. And because we cannot be together, I shall be bold enough to preach to you my second and last sermon, and with it go my best wishes for your Happy New Year.
Another year has rolled around. The signs of the times have changed, and 1913 flashes bright on the horizon of the dawning year. The earth once more has swung the circle round the sun,-a majestic circle of five hundred million miles. Three hundred and sixty-five times has it turned on its axis, bringing day and night, light and darkness. Each day of twenty-four hours marked a stage of its journey, and the days were always changing. Days melted into weeks, and weeks into months, and still the old earth, true to its course, rolled on its way, held steady by its even balance of the forces that controlled it. Its axis always pointed toward the North Star. The seasons came in their appointed times, bringing winter, spring time, summer and autumn. Once more the earth rounds out its journey and draws near the point whence it started one year ago. And yet that point is not the same. The sun itself has been speeding through space at the rate of hundreds of millions miles a year, held to its stupendous course by some far distant star, whose light has never yet been seen or its greatness imagineil.
To every mortal New Year's is the great milestone, as it is to Mother Earth.
We too have swung the circle of life's experiences in the year. Joy
and sorrow, success and failure, hope and disappointment have made up the light and the night of our days.
The seasons too have had their counterparts in our lives. Our ambitions have formed our seed time. The summer has seen the working out of our plans. The autumn has brought the fulfillment. “Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." And the winter with its New Year brings the time for a new start and new resolutions. "Vy past is against me," says Despair, but Hope replies, "My future is spotless.
We too, like the earth, have been held to our course by a central power greater than our own. Were it not so, what a zig-zag path ours would have been. As it was, the temptations and the sins, the regrets and the cares, are among the dead wood we are glad to leave behind in 1912. With or by that central force we have been carried along, until we are almost as far away as the earth from where we were a year ago. Older by a year; stronger by a year; character seasoned by a year: will more determined by a vear; experience greater by a year; confidence in ourselves and in our fellows clearer by a year; richer in some way or other by a year; wiser by a year.
And perhaps the wisest and the best of all the year's wealth is the faith that a Father guides our way, like the way of the earth, through the mazes of time and space, to a destiny He has planned.
May health, happiness and prosperity be with you all through the coming year.
Edward N. Loomis.
A Masterpiece of Nature
December, 1912 FORTY MILLION BARRELS. Such is the apple crop of the country for this year, the largest ever gathered. From Maine to California the orchards have borne abundantly and poured a flood of rosy and goldlen. streaked and spotted, apples into our barns and markets and cellars and out upon our tables. Baldwins and Rambos, Golden Gates and Pippins and all the many varieties of this staple fruit have swelled the stream. An apple is one of the masterpieces of nature. A vast, complicated interplay of forces worked together to produce it. For years the tree grew from seed to trunk and branches, and then through many months it carried 011 the secret, subtle chemistry by which it distilled its juicy sweets into its ripened fruit. Bursting into fragrant bloom and bud in May, it then elaborated its sap into the flesh of the apple and flavored it with sugar, spiced it with wine and wrapped it in its thin but tough integument. The breezes fanned it, the showers baptized it, the sun kissed it and the frost mellowed it. It distilled its most delicate flavors from the dew and caught its colors from rainbows and sunsets. Earth and sun watched over it and the solar system cradled it in its care. That apple literally became a center of the universe, and all the stars revolved around it. After such wide toil and tender care, with so many virtues and graces lavislied upon it, no wonder