Fifty Practical Talks with Boys on Lifes Big Issues | Page 2

men was gripped in an unusual way by these remarkable incidents. No doubt, hundreds of teachers have had similar experiences in making use of Mr. Smith's illustrations.
So great has been the helpfulness of the "Say, Fellows--" lessons that the demand has come for their publication in the delightful book form in which they now appear. In expressing my own pleasure that these lesson treatments, having served their immediate purpose, are now to be rescued from yellowing files and preserved under the covers of a book, I am but voicing the hearty sentiment of the entire staff of the paper.
May God's rich blessing rest upon the pages of this book as it takes a deserved place in the libraries of lovers of Motor-minded, Jehu-driving boys.
HOWARD A. BANKS, _Associate Editor "The Sunday School Times." Philadelphia, Pa._

Contents
1. BUILDING 13
2. WORK 16
3. INVISIBLE! 19
4. MR. ALMOST 22
5. FISHING 25
6. SHOWING OFF 28
7. KEEPING FIT 31
8. QUESTIONING 34
9. LOYALTY 37
10. A GOOD SPORT 40
11. FEASTING 44
12. STEWARDSHIP 47
13. TALENTS 50
14. FIGHTING 54
15. DRIFTING 57
16. RESURRECTION 60
17. KNOWING HOW 63
18. FRIENDSHIP 66
19. ALABASTER 69
20. TELLING IT 72
21. READY! 76
22. REMEMBERING 79
23. GETTING EVEN 82
24. GREATNESS 85
25. "PAW, I WANTA BE SOMEBODY!" 88
26. "LET DOWN YOUR FEET!" 92
27. AN "UNASSISTED TRIPLE PLAY" 96
28. FORGIVING 100
29. PARADOX 103
30. FRAUD 106
31. THE BIG TASK 110
32. POWER 113
33. CHRISTMAS 116
34. AIMING HIGH 119
35. WAITING 122
36. ACTION 125
37. A CORONATION 128
38. DO IT RIGHT 130
39. KEEPING FAITH 133
40. THE GAME THAT CAME NEAR BLOWING UP IN THE SEVENTH INNING 135
41. THE BITTEN APPLE 138
42. MY KINGDOM 141
43. A TOOL BOX 144
44. SAUL NIAGARA 148
45. "TURNING THE BATTLE AT THE GATE" 152
46. A KING IN RAGS 155
47. SHAKING UP PHILIPPI 158
48. GO IN YET--AND WIN! 162
49. GREEN FRUIT 166
50. THE BEDOUIN SLAVE 170

I
BUILDING
Say, fellows, look at Solomon building a temple! Ever see anything like that? Yes, I have. I saw some boys building a dam. It was a peach of a dam when they got it finished; and the little stream that trickled along between the hillsides filled it up by next day, making a lake big enough to put a boat in. But, oh, how those fellows worked! For a whole week they brought rocks--big rocks--logs, and mud. Some of those stones and logs were dragged and rolled a quarter of a mile. They built right skillfully, too; they ricked it and they anchored the cribs; they piled in the rocks and braced the supports.
Work? I should think they did. From early morning until dark they worked, hardly stopping long enough for meals. But it was truly some dam when they got through. Then came the big moment for which they had laboured and endured: they closed the small outlet protected by several sections of terra-cotta pipe at the base--and let her fill!
Solomon went at building the temple pretty much the same way. The boys who built the dam said they were going to make the best _boys'_ dam in all that country around, and they did. Solomon said he was going to put up the largest, the strongest, the finest, the best-looking temple of all for God. He put one hundred and fifty thousand strong men in the forests and in the quarries, getting out the finest timber and the best stone; he had these materials brought by sea and by land; he employed workers in brass, and stone-cutters and gold-beaters wherever he could find the most skillful, regardless of the cost, and he himself directed the work.
Well, it was a peach of a temple, too. Nothing like it had ever been seen before. Crowning the highest hill in Jerusalem, overlooking all the country around, its marble walls, its shining brass pillars, its white chiselled columns, and its golden interior, it shone like a gem of dazzling beauty. When Solomon had finished it, he invited the Lord to come into it, and "the glory of the Lord filled the house."
Fellows, we are all building some kind of a temple, and we build some on it every day. I saw a bleary-eyed dope fiend going along the street the other day. He has built a temple--a temple to the god Appetite. His temple is truly a sorry looking shack, but it is good enough for the god he serves. I know a very seedy individual, going around begging a living of whomsoever will give him a dime or a nickel. He has built his temple to the god Idleness. It is a ramshackle affair, to be sure, but it is plenty good for the god he serves. I know another fellow who has built a very ordinary looking temple--rather poor inside and out. He served the god "Let Well Enough Alone." There are many temples like his, and little joy is in them; but they are good enough for the god