International photographer (Jan-Dec 1934)

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December, 1934 T he INTERNATIONAL V H OTOGRAPH E R Three "Atom" War (ttfyriatmaa (gift to |}ntt 3h a ilpmuprBljtp jFoirupr in ®lj? ®rihr of $en Abltem Do you remember Leigh Hunt's immortal little poem, "Abou Ben Adhem?" To refresh your memory, here it is and you should learn it by heart if you want to be a good member of the Tribe. Abou Ben Adhetn (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room. Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel ivriting in a book of gold; — Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said: "What writest thou,7'' — the vision raised its head And with a look made of all sweet accord. Answered, "The name of those who love the Lord."" "And is mine one," said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the angel; Abou spoke more low. But cheerily still and said, "I pray thee then, Write me as one that loves his fellow men.'''' The angel ivrote and vanished; the next night It came again with a great wakening light And showed the names whom love of God had blessed. And lot Ben Adhem' s name led all the rest. (Note the line: "Write me as one that loves his fellow men.") (Note also the last line: "And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.") If all men were like Ben Adhem the Prinee of Peace would abide with us always and every day would be Christmas with peace on earth, good will to men. Seems like an appropriate Christinas token, then, this membership in THE TRIBE OF BEN ADHEM. Remember, there are no dues, no ceremonies, no meetings, no penalties, no buttons, nothing to give up, nothing to pledge, no obligations to assume save this one only — you agree, like Abou, to love your fellow men. When you meet somebody you think would make a worthy member of the TRIBE OF BEN ADHEM, salute him or her by touching your head, then your heart and say: "Abou." Then tell about the Tribe, and that's all there is to it. If we all do that for a year there should be a million members by next Christmas and the whole world should belong by Christmas, 1940. Tlie E(Htor. "Abou"