MY PET AMBITION Slums of New York, good-bye. Food scarcity. Scant clothing. What untold miseries tho unfort¬unate off-spring of an unfair wealth distribution system? What their worries? What their future. The American social worker is one of the greatest types of leaders America has produced. When one realizes that one-third of the American population was living in dire poverty in 1929, the year when prosperity was at its peak, the immensity of the problem of caring for the under¬nourished, the under-clothed, the poor, scrawny beings who exist in every city and town, is suddenly and sharply, startingly brought to one's attention. He who enters the social workers' field will see at first hand the poverty of the poor, will smell the repugnant odor of unlaundered clothing. The social worker deserves praise and encour¬agement for his combat tobetter slum conditions. He deserves, too, the aid and support of every true, red-blooded American. Caroline Smith is planning to enter this vocation where she can minister to the sores of a downtrodden humanity. She fully realizes what this type of work means, but her staunch belief in His words and of the thought that the poverty-stricken need moral, religious, and material aid, increases her determination to aid the less fortunate. Along with her social work, Caroline Smith plans to work in the relig¬ious field. She has conducted kindergarten classes and is a prominent worker in a local religious center. For one who is so deeply religious, so sympathetic, so considerate of others, so humane; for one who Is so determined, there is nothing other than certainty of success in anything she attempts to do. She is quiet and unassuming, but "actions speak louder than words." Who knows but that Caroline Smith will be America's greatest social and religious worker? Who knows? Years hence, perhaps, we may be saying, "I knew her when " . Stomo Ochi CONQUERED As the cold, gray day slowly broke, there arose the weird noises of the chants of the natives. In the village of Teodora, in the Amazon region of Brazil, the tribe of Mazadorian Indians were having a celebration dance in honor of a young chieftain who was to be sent to the Brazilian government head to see if there coulri be some¬thing done to stop the horde of white people from ^ecending upon the brown skinned natives. The foreign people had been gradually stealing the property of the beweilrlered natives Six weeks later, after long hours of hard, useless talking— useless because the government heads were making money in the deal--the spokesman chieftain came back to his home camp. Then he got there, he did not quite expect the strange reception he got nor the things he saw. The outside world had won over the friendly attitude of the backward natives, they met the young chieftain with a brass band which had a foreign leader. The white, foreign, profit- seeking, devils had conquered the rough old-time natives of the village Teodors . Jerrald Young