'/al a/nat ^4t(rrr/rcn E POSTWAR PERIOD?

lbil doing some sort of postwar planning.

. Joe is thinking about what he wants to do when he gets The alert businessman is studying how he can improve his to his customers. Other businessmen are planning to start ning some day. Governments'are planning to reach and hold a ble world position.

We all know, no matter how good the plans, they cannot become etely effe,ctiue until the war is ouer. Every war-time effort and n is a waste of time if it does not recognizetlrre cold fact that for the remainder of the war only critical needs of civilians can be satisfied.

But facing this fact does not stop G. I. Joe from thinking, and the forward-looking businessman nor an ably directed government from planning. Take lumber, for example. The war needs for lumber are still pressing. Consequently, civilian supplies are now at an all time low. Yet, with reconversion such a simple matter, the moment war orders are filled, the production of lumber, which these orders commanded, will flow quickly and in great quantity to civilian markets. So lumbermen are planning for brisk postwar trade.

Weyerhaeuser plans are rapidly taking shape-new services to aid our customers-a farm building service soon to be announced, the finest ever developed and most complete-a new home building service-new aids for wood engineers-and some new products which will follow along as the close of the war approaches.

Because lumber for civilian use is scarce now this does not mean that the lumber industry is through. The public shouJd be told that in the postwar period,lumber will still be the world's ffiost important and widely used building material.

The Guy In The Glcrss

By Dale Wimbrow

When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf, And the world makes you king for a day; Then go to the mirror and look at yourself, And see what that guy has to say. For it isn't your father, or mother, or wife Who judgment u.pon you must Pass, The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life, Is the guy staring back from the glass'

He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest, For he's with you clear up to the end; You've passed your most dangerous, difficult test, If the guy in the glass is your friend. You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum, And think you're a wonderful guy, But the man in the glass says you're onlli a bum, If you can't look him straight in the eye.

You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years, And get pats on the back as You Pass; But your final reward will be heartache and tears, If you've cheated the guy in the glass.

A New Routine

Rastus: "You ain't yo'se'f lately, Mose. Is yo' sick er sumpin'?"

Mose: "Ah gots insomnia, de doctuh say. Ah keeps wakin' up eve'y few days."

When She Wcrnts To Mcrrry

When a woman wants to get married, she wants to get married. There is the delightful story of the elopement of two Irish lovers, They wer'e caught in the floods on the way to the priest. "fs it the will of God that I take you home to your father?" asked the less purposeful lover. "It is not the will of God, John," answered the girl, "until the water gets higher than my heart."-Thomas Dreier.

Highly Recommended

According to Reader's Digest, International CorrespondSchool has a highly treasured testimonial letter that came to them from the Federal Penitentiary in Atlanta, which reads: "I intend to resume my studies as soon as my personal liberty is restored. During my trial my still was brought into court as ,evidence. The judge, the jury, and the spectators were unanimous in the opinion that it was the finest piece of coppersmithing ever seen in Tennessee. I owe it all to the I.C.S. sheet-metal course."

' llome

By Marion Alice Bowers

Your home is in the consciousness of God; Wind-swept and clean from every lurking fear. And ther,e God's child may sojourn unperturbed, Knowing the Father's presence ever near.

A place is there for happy-hearted toil, To see the Truth that operates unspent; A place by Christ prepared, where you may work, With just reward and very great content.

And in this house of God is resting place, A covert and a refuge from the blast, Where you may hear the deeper harmonies, And understanding show to you at last.

A blessed, quiet place for listening, A holy prophet's chamber on the wall, Where breaks upon the soul-illumined thought, The Truth that God is All.

Go forward, friend, with confidence and joy; Oh, let no earthly mist obscure the view. The key is yours ! The door is open now ! The house your Father buildeth, is for you.

Go To Fcther

"Go to Father," she said, when I asked her to wed; Now she knew that I knew that her father was dead, And she knew that I knew what a life father'd led, So she knew that I knew what she meant when she said"Go to father."

Business As Usucl

A purchasing agent recently wrote to some of his regular sources of supply, requesting new catalogues and price lists because his latest were out of date. Flere are excerpts from some of the replies he got back:

"The only part of our catalogue we are still certain about is the line that says, 'Established in 1885.' All other information and prices have been withdrawn."

"After reading your inquiry we are afraid you are thinking of sending us an order. It looks suspicious to us. Nevertheless, we will gladly meet you half way by showing you how to calculate costs, if you will promise to send the order to someone else."

"Forget the prices. Also, forget the descriptions. By the time you get this letter we do not know ourselves how or what we will be making the str.lff out of."

"Thank you for your note indicating you, still have one of our complete catalogues. Please return it at once. You ought to see the prices we are getting for our waste paper."