In this issue of the original Boomerang, we have more news of “the little house by the side of the road”: it’s going to be painted white! The Boomerang Man admits, though, that it won’t be long before it turns dingy from “fifty-seven varieties of soot and smoke.” Fifty-seven you say? That’s got to be an allusion to Heinz’s 57 varieties, yes? Indeedie: according to this site here, Heinz launched its “57 varieties” ad campaign in 1896! The site also notes that “57 varieties” has come to mean “anything that is made from a large number of parts or origins” — like soot and smoke! Dick does remember his grandparents’ house being grey, and it is in the picture featured in this post here too although surely it’s been painted since 1921 … and maybe even painted grey (now that the air’s probably much cleaner)?
In other news, there’s a “shout out” to Eula, the obstetrician among the “five pretty girls” following an announcement of a birth (a boy, to “Mrs Chas. Darlington”), an inquiry regarding the return of Enola (stay tuned!) , and a mention of two hymns sung in church “tonight” (the Boomerang Man burns the midnight oil getting his “international publication” ready to go out!), which seems to have brought on some rain. They’re both worth quoting in full. First: “Shall We Gather by The River” by Robert Lowry (read about him here):
Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?
Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will talk and worship ever,
All the happy golden day.
Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.
At the smiling of the river,
Mirror of the Savior’s face,
Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace.
Soon we’ll reach the silver river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace.
And the second is “Pull for the Shore” by Philip Paul Bliss (read about him and the hymn here):
Light in the darkness, sailor, day is at hand!
See o’er the foaming billows fair haven’s land,
Drear was the voyage, sailor, now almost o’er,
Safe within the life boat, sailor, pull for the shore.
Pull for the shore, sailor, pull for the shore!
Heed not the rolling waves, but bend to the oar;
Safe in the lifeboat, sailor, cling to self no more!
Leave the poor old stranded wreck, and pull for the shore.
Trust in the life boat, sailor, all else will fail,
Stronger the surges dash and fiercer the gale,
Heed not the stormy winds, though loudly they roar;
Watch the “bright and morning Star,” and pull for the shore!
Bright gleams the morning, sailor, uplift the eye;
Clouds and darkness disappearing, glory is nigh!
Safe in the life boat, sailor, sing evermore;
“Glory, glory, hallelujah!” pull for the shore.