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Sanford</span></p> +<p class='tp' style='margin-bottom:20px;'><span class='smcap'>Head of the Department of Expression</span><br /><span style='font-size:smaller'>Illinois State Normal University</span></p> +<p class='tp' style='font-size:1.2em;'><span class='smcap'>Grace A. Owen</span></p> +<p class='tp' style='margin-bottom:80px;'><span class='smcap'>Teacher of Reading</span><br /><span style='font-size:smaller'>Illinois State Normal University</span></p> +<p class='tp' style='font-size:1.2em;'>LAUREL BOOK COMPANY</p> +<p class='tp' style='font-variant:small-caps;margin-bottom:20px;'>New York CHICAGO Philadelphia</p> +</td></tr> + + </table> + </td></tr> +</table> + +<p class='tp' style='font-size:smaller;margin-top:20px;'>Image of <a href='images/illus-cvr.jpg'><span style='text-decoration:underline;'>book cover</span></a>.</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<p class='tp' style='font-size:smaller;'>Copyright, 1918, 1921<br />by<br />Laurel Book Company</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_5' name='page_5'></a>5</span></div> +<hr class='pb' /> +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:2em;font-size:1.2em;'>INTRODUCTION</p> +<p>“Tell us about real folks.” This is the request that comes to us +again and again from children in the upper grades. In response to +this appeal, the authors, in preparing “Modern Americans,” have +attempted to give the pupils the worth-while things they like to +read rather than the things adults think they ought to like.</p> +<p>Those who have taught reading very long agree that the old-time +hero stories have always had a peculiar charm for pupils. But +all the heroes did not live in olden times; they are with us today. +Why, then, isn’t it well to acquaint the children with present-day +heroes? Young people in the upper grades are especially interested +in the men and women who are actually doing things. They desire +to study in school the persons they read about in the daily papers. +Elihu Root recently said: “It seems sometimes as if our people were +interested in nothing but personalities.”</p> +<p>To bridge the gap between our schools and practical everyday +life has become one of the chief concerns of the wide-awake teacher. +Accordingly, in geography we are studying the industries about us. +In English, civics, and history we are devoting an increasing amount +of time to a consideration of “Current Events.” All this is in the +right direction; for, to create an interest in the men and women of +the hour and the social activities of the day makes for an intelligent +citizenship. “Acquaint the people with the great men of any period +and you have taught them the history of the period,” says Carlyle. +Know the <i>past</i>, if possible; know the <i>present</i> by all means.</p> +<p>At first thought the reader may disagree with the authors in the +list of characters chosen. He may think that many of America’s +greatest men and women have been omitted while others of less +importance have been given a place. In reply permit us to say that +greatness of achievement has not been the only consideration in +choosing the character studies. Not all great men and women +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_6' name='page_6'></a>6</span> +have life stories that appeal to children, and unless the stories do +appeal, it is better to omit them until the children are older. Then, +too, it seemed desirable to select persons in various fields of human +activity, thus broadening the scope of the child’s knowledge.</p> +<p>The reader will observe that we have placed much stress upon +the childhood experiences of the men and women studied, for the +reason that children are to read the stories; and since they are sure +to interpret what they read in terms of their own experiences, we +must, as far as possible, record experiences that are common to all, +namely, childhood experiences.</p> +<p>It is hoped that these stories have been so brought within the +experiences of the pupils that they will be led to discuss them. Many +of the stories were tried out with children in the University Training +School and the enthusiastic discussions that followed were both +interesting and helpful.</p> +<p>Lastly, and most important, the authors have attempted to inspire +the pupils with a purpose to make the most of themselves. +The lives of great men and women are sure to be an inspiration to +the young. Since great men stand for great things they are sure to +embody the latest and best in science, art, government, religion, and +education. By studying the lives of these representative men and +women it is hoped that the pupils will be stimulated to lofty purposes.</p> +<p>Acknowledgement is hereby made to The Bobbs-Merrill Co., +publishers of Mr. Riley’s poems, for kind permission to republish +“The Old Swimmin’-Hole”; and also, to the publishers of “The +Story of a Pioneer”––<i>Jordan</i>; “The Story of My Life”––<i>Keller</i>; and +the magazine “Success” for additional source material.</p> +<p class='ralign'><span class='smcap'>Chester M. Sanford</span><br /> +<span class='smcap'>Grace A. Owen</span></p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_7' name='page_7'></a>7</span></div> +<h3>CONTENTS</h3> +<table border='0' cellpadding='2' cellspacing='0' summary='Contents' style='margin:1em auto;'> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>1.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Calvin Coolidge</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CALVIN_COOLIDGE'>9</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>2.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Thomas A. Edison</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#THOMAS_A_EDISON'>17</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>3.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Alexander Graham Bell</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#ALEXANDER_GRAHAM_BELL'>29</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>4.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Theodore Roosevelt</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#THEODORE_ROOSEVELT'>37</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>5.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>John Pershing</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#JOHN_PERSHING'>44</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>6.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>William Howard Taft</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#WILLIAM_HOWARD_TAFT'>51</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>7.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Luther Burbank</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#LUTHER_BURBANK'>57</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>8.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Clara Barton</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CLARA_BARTON'>65</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>19.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>George W. Goethals</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#GEORGE_W_GOETHALS'>73</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>10.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>James Whitcomb Riley</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#JAMES_WHITCOMB_RILEY'>81</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>11.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Helen Keller</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#HELEN_KELLER'>91</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>12.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Wilbur and Orville Wright</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#WILBUR_AND_ORVILLE_WRIGHT'>99</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>13.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Robert E. Peary</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#ROBERT_E_PEARY'>109</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>14.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>William Jennings Bryan</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#WILLIAM_JENNINGS_BRYAN'>117</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>15.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Henry Ford</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#HENRY_FORD'>125</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>16.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Ben B. Lindsey</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#BEN_B_LINDSEY'>131</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>17.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Frances Willard</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#FRANCES_WILLARD'>139</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>18.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Jane Addams</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#JANE_ADDAMS'>147</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>19.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>John Mitchell</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#JOHN_MITCHELL'>155</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>20.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Maude Ballington Booth</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#MAUDE_BALLINGTON_BOOTH'>161</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>21.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Andrew Carnegie</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#ANDREW_CARNEGIE'>169</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>22.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Anna Shaw</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#ANNA_SHAW'>177</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>23.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Ernest Thompson Seton</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#ERNEST_THOMPSON_SETON'>187</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>24.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>John Wanamaker</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#JOHN_WANAMAKER'>195</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>25.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Woodrow Wilson</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#WOODROW_WILSON'>205</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>26.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Mark Twain</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#MARK_TWAIN'>213</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>27.</td> + <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Warren G. Harding</td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#WARREN_G_HARDING'>221</a></td> +</tr> +</table> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_1' id='linki_1'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_8' name='page_8'></a>8</span> +<img src='images/p0008-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='355' height='423' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Pacific and Atlantic Photos</i></span><br /> +<br /> +PRESIDENT COOLIDGE, MRS. COOLIDGE, AND SON, JOHN<br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_9' name='page_9'></a>9</span> +<a name='CALVIN_COOLIDGE' id='CALVIN_COOLIDGE'></a> +<h2>CALVIN COOLIDGE</h2> +</div> +<p>As I begin this story, I am seated in an old-fashioned +hotel in a small village nestled amid the hills of Vermont. +I have come all the way from the broad prairies of Illinois +that I might catch a little of the spirit of Calvin Coolidge.</p> +<p>In his autobiography, Mr. Coolidge wrote: “Vermont +is my birthright. Here one gets close to Nature, in the +mountains and in the brooks, the waters of which hurry +to the sea; in the lakes that shine like silver in their green +setting; in the fields tilled, not by machinery, but by the +brain and hand of man. My folks are happy and contented. +They belong to themselves, live within their +income, and fear no man.”</p> +<p>Yes, and I have met the folks of whom he boasts, and +in conversing with them it seems easy for my mind to go +back to the time when Mr. Coolidge was a barefoot boy, +roaming amid these beautiful hills. In fact, everything +about this rugged New England state, with its farmhouses +and barns that were built so many years ago, seems to +carry one back to the early history of our country.</p> +<p>As I looked upon the little country schoolhouse to +which Mr. Coolidge used to go, I thought of this story. +One time, many years ago, there lived a schoolmaster +who had this unique custom. Every time he met a boy +who attended his school, he would lift his hat. When +asked why he did this, he replied, “Who can tell but that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_10' name='page_10'></a>10</span> +one of these boys will some day become the chief ruler of +the land; and inasmuch as I cannot tell which one it will +be, I must lift my hat to them all.”</p> +<p>Surely if a teacher were to slight any of the boys, +it would be the one with freckles and red hair, for never +before in the history of our great country have we had +a red-headed president.</p> +<p>Let us go back then in our imagination forty-four +years and visit the little red schoolhouse at Plymouth, +Vermont, that was then better known as the “Notch.”</p> +<p>To reach Plymouth is not easy, for it is eleven miles +from Ludlow, which is the nearest railroad station, and +the road from Ludlow is rough and hilly. When we reach +Plymouth, we are likely to drive by, for the town is so +small it doesn’t seem possible that a future President +could have been born in such an out-of-the-way place.</p> +<p>The first man we meet in Plymouth is John Calvin +Coolidge, the father of our President. We soon learn that +he keeps the village store, shoes horses, collects insurance +premiums, and runs a small farm. In conversing with him, +we discover that he is of staunch American stock––in +fact, he reminds us that his ancestors came to America in +1630, just ten years after the Pilgrims landed. In 1880, +his grandfather moved to the hill country that is now +known as “Vermont,” and for four generations the +Coolidges have lived on the same farm.</p> +<p>But, we are not so much interested in the father as in +the son, who, we are told, is at school. As we approach +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_11' name='page_11'></a>11</span> +the little country school, we observe that it is recess, and +the children are playing. Soon young Calvin is pointed +out and we try to get acquainted with him, but he is +silent and bashful. From his teacher we learn that he has +few friends and no enemies. Unlike the average freckled, +red-headed boy, he is rarely teased and never gets into a +fight. He is so modest and minds his own business so well, +that the other pupils are inclined to leave him by himself. +Rarely does he play any games––not even marbles or +baseball. Later in life he bought a pair of skates, but was +never known to wear them but once.</p> +<p>Young Calvin had no brothers and only one sister, +Abigail, who died when she was fifteen. His mother also +died when he was a lad of twelve, but his stepmother was +always very kind to him. His own mother, however, was +his idol and even to this day, President Coolidge carries +in one of his pockets a gun metal case that holds a picture +of his mother. Calvin’s father, in speaking of his son, says +that he was always a great hand to work. He continues, +“When Calvin was a boy on the farm, if I was going away +and there was anything I wanted him to do, I would tell +him; but when I came back, I never thought of going to +see whether it had been done. I knew it was done.”</p> +<p>The following incident shows that he could not bear +to leave his work undone. “One night an aunt who was +sleeping in the house heard a strange noise in the kitchen. +Hurriedly she put on her kimona, and went downstairs +to see what the commotion might be. There she found +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_12' name='page_12'></a>12</span> +little Calvin filling the wood box, for he had forgotten +to do so the night before. She tried to persuade him to +wait until morning, but he would not return to bed until +the job was finished, declaring that he could sleep better +if the wood box were filled.”</p> +<p>No doubt, were we to ask President Coolidge to recall +some of his boyhood experiences on the farm, he would +tell us how he slid off the old, white mare and broke his +arm so badly that the bone stuck out through the flesh, +and how long it took to bring the doctor eleven miles +over the rough road from Ludlow to set it. Or, he might +tell us about the wall-eyed cow that the hired man hit +with a milking stool and so frightened her that he could +never milk her again. Alas, for Calvin; this meant that +he had to get up at five o’clock each morning to help with +the milking.</p> +<p>After completing his work in the country school, +Calvin attended the Black River Academy in Ludlow +where he graduated at the age of eighteen.</p> +<p>One September morning, the next fall, Calvin’s father +hitched up the old, bay mare and drove his son to Ludlow +where the boy took the train for Amherst College. At +that time, the college had an enrollment of only about +four hundred students.</p> +<p>While in college, young Coolidge lived very modestly, +paying only $2.50 a week for room and board. His nickname +in college was “Cooley.” We were able to learn very +little about his college days. From one of his professors, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_13' name='page_13'></a>13</span> +we learned that he never took part in athletic sports, +never danced, and attended but few of the social functions +of the school. We were able, however, to find the following +in the <i>Amherst Olio</i>, the school paper:</p> +<table summary=''><tr><td> +<p class='cg'>“The class in Greek was going on,<br /> +<span class='indent2'> </span>“Old Ty” a lecture read,<br /> +And in the row in front there shown<br /> +<span class='indent2'> </span>Fair ‘Cooley’s’ golden head.<br /> +<br /> +“His pate was bent upon the seat<br /> +<span class='indent2'> </span>In front of him: his hair<br /> +Old Tyler’s feeble gaze did meet,<br /> +<span class='indent2'> </span>With fierce and ruddy glare.<br /> +<br /> +“O’ercome by mystic sense of dread<br /> +<span class='indent2'> </span>“Old Ty” his talk did lull,––<br /> +‘Coolidge, I wish you’d raise your head,<br /> +<span class='indent2'> </span>I can’t talk through your skull.’”</p> +</td></tr></table> +<p>While in college, his favorite studies were debating, +philosophy, history and the political sciences. His greatest +achievement came when he was a Senior. The Sons +of the American Revolution had offered a prize for the best +essay on “The Principles of the American Revolution.” +The contest was open to all college students of America. +Coolidge won first place.</p> +<p>After graduating from college, young Coolidge returned +to the farm and worked all summer. That fall he +went to Northampton, a mill town in Massachusetts, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_14' name='page_14'></a>14</span> +where he entered the law office of Hammond & Field. +Here, under the guidance of two able lawyers, he studied +so hard that within less than two years he was admitted +to the Bar. As soon as he became a full-fledged lawyer, +he organized the law firm of Coolidge & Hemenway.</p> +<p>From this point his advancement was steady and +rapid. There were no jumps in his career. In 1900, we +see him City Solicitor; in 1904, Clerk of Courts; in 1907-1908, +a member of the State Legislature; and in 1910, +Mayor of Northampton. In 1912, he was elected a member +of the State Senate, and in 1914 was chosen President +of the Senate. In 1916-1917-1918, he was Lieutenant +Governor of Massachusetts, and in 1919 was chosen +Governor. He has been elected to every office for which +he ever ran. This seems strange when we study him, for +he is not considered a good speaker, does not resort to +flattery, is a poor “mixer,” and is not attractive in appearance. +But, possibly we are tired of the show-window +type of politician, who does entirely too much talking. +Those who know him best, admit that Coolidge has +earned every promotion by attending strictly to the work +he had in hand.</p> +<p>An event in 1919 made Governor Coolidge a National +character. The Boston police force had organized a +union and had planned to enter the American Federation +of Labor. Edwin E. Curtis, Boston’s Chief of Police, +declared they had no right to do this. Three-fourths of +the policemen immediately went on a strike. The forces +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_15' name='page_15'></a>15</span> +of lawlessness broke loose and mob rule prevailed. Mr. +Coolidge at once had nineteen leaders of the police force +brought before him for trial. He held that the best interests +of all the people could not tolerate any such +conduct on the part of the policemen. His attitude was +so sound and so firmly taken that he won the support of +all law-abiding citizens. His position also met the approval +of the Nation and at once he became a National +figure.</p> +<p>While Mr. Coolidge was in Northampton, he married +Grace Anna Goodhue, a teacher in the Clark School for +the Deaf, at Northampton. She is a graduate of the +University of Vermont. In many ways she is the exact +opposite of the President; she is vivacious, attractive, +tactful, and richly endowed socially. To this union have +been born two sons, John and Calvin Coolidge, Jr.</p> +<p>When Mr. Harding was chosen President of the United +States, Calvin Coolidge was elected Vice President. Upon +the death of President Harding, Mr. Coolidge became +President, and so faithfully did he discharge the duties +of his office, that in 1924 he was chosen President by an +overwhelming majority of the voters of the Nation.</p> +<p>The American people like President Coolidge because, +like Lincoln, he belongs to the plain people. He understands +and loves them; he is modest, sincere, and honorable. +Even as a boy, he had a purpose, and willpower +enough to carry it out. He works hard and speaks little, +but when he does, the public listens to his wise counsel.</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_2' id='linki_2'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_16' name='page_16'></a>16</span> +<img src='images/p0016-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='354' height='451' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +THOMAS A. EDISON (On left)<br /> +The Greatest Inventor of All Time<br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_17' name='page_17'></a>17</span> +<a name='THOMAS_A_EDISON' id='THOMAS_A_EDISON'></a> +<h2>THOMAS A. EDISON</h2> +</div> +<p>Suppose the Pilgrim fathers that landed at Plymouth +Rock so many, many years ago should come back to +earth, how many strange sights would greet them! No +longer would they be permitted to ride in a slow, clumsy +wagon, but, instead, would ride in an electric car. +Furthermore, when night came, instead of the tallow +candle, they would marvel at the brilliant electric lights. +Wouldn’t it be fun to start the phonograph and watch +them stare in astonishment as “the wooden box” talked +to them? But the most fun would be to take them to +the moving picture show and hear what they would say.</p> +<p>Odd as it seems at first, all these marvelous inventions, +and many others, are the result of one man’s work; in +fact, this man has thought out so many marvelous inventions +that the whole world agrees that he is the greatest +inventor that has ever lived. Should you like to hear +the life story of one who is so truly great? I am sure you +would, for in the best sense he is a self-made American.</p> +<p>But, you ask, what is a self-made American? He is +one born in poverty who has had to struggle hard for +everything he has ever had; one who has had to force his +way to success through all sorts of obstacles.</p> +<p>This great inventor first saw the light of day in the +humble home of a poor laboring man who lived in Milan, +a small canal town in the state of Ohio. In 1854 when +Thomas A. Edison, for that is his name, was seven years +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_18' name='page_18'></a>18</span> +of age, his parents moved to Port Huron, Michigan, where +most of his boyhood days were spent.</p> +<p>As we should naturally expect, Thomas was sent to +school, but his teachers did not understand him and his +progress was very poor. Finally his mother took him +out of school and taught him herself. This she was able +to do, for, before she married, she was a successful school +teacher in Canada.</p> +<p>Later in life, in speaking of his mother, he said: “I was +always a careless boy, and with a mother of different +mental caliber I should have probably turned out badly. +But her firmness, her sweetness, her goodness, were potent +powers to keep me in the right path. I remember I +never used to be able to get along at school. I don’t +know why it was, but I was always at the foot of the +class. I used to feel that my teachers never sympathized +with me, and that my father thought that I was stupid, +and at last I almost decided that I must really be a dunce. +My mother was always kind, always sympathetic, and +she never misunderstood or misjudged me. My mother +was the making of me. She was so true, so sure of me; +and I felt I had someone to live for, some one I must not +disappoint. The memory of her will always be a blessing +to me.”</p> +<p>When young Edison was twelve years of age, he became +a newsboy on the Grand Trunk Railroad. That he +was a wide-awake, energetic lad is shown by the following +experience as told by himself.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_19' name='page_19'></a>19</span></div> +<p>“At the beginning of the Civil War I was slaving late +and early at selling papers; but to tell the truth I was not +making a fortune. I worked on so small a margin that I +had to be mighty careful not to overload myself with +papers that I could not sell. On the other hand, I could +not afford to carry so few that I found myself sold out +long before the end of the trip. To enable myself to hit +the happy mean, I found a plan which turned out admirably. +I made a friend of one of the compositors of the +Free Press office, and persuaded him to show me every +day a galley-proof of the most important news articles. +From a study of its head-lines, I soon learned to gauge +the value of the day’s news and its selling capacity, so +that I could form a tolerably correct estimate of the number +of papers I should need. As a rule I could dispose of +about two hundred; but if there was any special news +from the seat of war, the sale ran up to three hundred or +over.</p> +<p>“Well, one day my compositor brought me a proof-slip +of which nearly the whole was taken up with a gigantic +display head. It was the first report of the battle of +Pittsburgh Landing––afterward called Shiloh, you know, +and it gave the number of killed and wounded as sixty +thousand men.</p> +<p>“I grasped the situation at once. Here was a chance +for enormous sales, if only the people along the line could +know what had happened! If only they could see the +proof-slip I was then reading! Suddenly an idea occurred +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_20' name='page_20'></a>20</span> +to me. I rushed off to the telegraph operator and gravely +made a proposition to him which he received just as +gravely. He, on his part, was to wire to each of the +principal stations on our route, asking the station-master +to chalk up on the bulletin-board, used for announcing +the time of arrival and departure of trains, the news of +the great battle, with its accompanying slaughter. This +he was to do at once, while I, in return, agreed to supply +him with current literature for nothing during the next +six months from that date.</p> +<p>“This bargain struck, I began to bethink me how I +was to get enough papers to make the grand coup I +intended. I had very little cash, and, I feared, still less +credit. I went to the superintendent of the delivery +department, and preferred a modest request for one +thousand copies of the Free Press on trust. I was not +much surprised when my request was curtly and gruffly +refused. In those days, though, I was a pretty cheeky +boy and I felt desperate, for I saw a small fortune in +prospect if my telegraph operator had kept his word, a +point on which I was still a trifle doubtful. Nerving +myself for a great stroke, I marched up stairs into the +office of Wilbur F. Story himself and asked to see +him. I told him who I was and that I wanted fifteen +hundred copies of the paper on credit. The tall, +thin, dark-eyed man stared at me for a moment and +then scratched a few words on a slip of paper. ‘Take +that down stairs,’ said he, ‘and you will get what you +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_21' name='page_21'></a>21</span> +want.’ And so I did. Then I felt happier than I +have ever felt since.</p> +<p>“I took my fifteen hundred papers, got three boys to +help me fold them, and mounted the train all agog to +find out whether the telegraph operator had kept his +word. At the town where our first stop was made I +usually sold two papers. As the train swung into that +station I looked ahead and thought there must be a riot +going on. A big crowd filled the platform and as the +train drew up I began to realize that they wanted my +papers. Before we left, I had sold a hundred or two at +five cents each. At the next station the place was fairly +black with people. I raised the ‘ante’ and sold three +hundred papers at ten cents each. So it went on until +Port Huron was reached. Then I transferred my remaining +stock to the wagon, which always waited for me there, +hired a small boy to sit on the pile of papers in the back, +so as to prevent any pilfering, and sold out every paper +I had at a quarter of a dollar or more per copy. I remember +I passed a church full of worshippers, and stopped to +yell out my news. In ten seconds there was not a soul +left in the meeting, all of the audience, including the +parson, were clustered around me, bidding against each +other for copies of the precious paper.”</p> +<p>Though, as you will admit, Mr. Edison was a very +successful newsboy, he was not satisfied merely to sell +papers, so at the age of fifteen he began editing and publishing +a paper of his own. To do this he purchased a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_22' name='page_22'></a>22</span> +small hand printing press and fitted out, as best he could, +a printing office in an old freight car.</p> +<p>The <i>Grand Trunk Herald</i>, as the paper was called, +consisted of a single sheet printed on both sides, and sold +for eight cents a month. When the paper was at the +height of its popularity he sold five hundred copies each +week, and realized a profit of forty-five dollars a month.</p> +<p>He might have continued in editorial work had not +a sad mishap overtaken him. In addition to his editorial +work he performed many experiments, for his was the +soul of the inventor. These experiments were performed +in the baggage car of the train. One day, as he was in +the midst of one of these experiments, a sudden lurch of +the train upset his bottle of phosphorous, setting the +baggage car on fire. The conductor, a quick-tempered +man, after putting out the fire, dumped young Edison’s +precious printing press and apparatus out of the car and +went on. This was a very sad experience for the lad, +but the saddest part was the fact that, as the conductor +threw Edison out he boxed his ears so severely that he +was partially deaf ever after.</p> +<p>Now that young Edison had lost his job as newsboy, +and could no longer print the <i>Grand Trunk Herald</i>, what +was he to do? He decided, if possible, to get a position as +telegraph operator. But, you ask, how did he learn to +be a telegraph operator?</p> +<p>While yet a newsboy, he had saved the life of a child +by snatching it from before a moving train. The father, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_23' name='page_23'></a>23</span> +a telegraph operator, was so grateful to young Edison for +saving his child that he offered to teach him telegraphy. +This offer the lad eagerly accepted, and devoted every +spare minute to his new task. From the first his progress +was rapid, and when he lost his job as newsboy he applied +for a position as telegraph operator and was given a job +as night operator at Stratford Junction, Canada, at a +salary of twenty-five dollars a month. He was now +sixteen years of age.</p> +<p>Within a very few years Edison became a swift and +competent operator, as the following incident will show. +“Edison had been promised employment in the Boston +office. The weather was quite cold, and his peculiar +dress, topped with a slouchy broad-brimmed hat, made +something of a sensation. But Edison then cared as +little for dress as he does today. So one raw, wet day a +tall man with a limp, wet duster clinging to his legs, +stalked into the superintendent’s room and said:</p> +<p>“‘Here I am’.</p> +<p>“The superintendent eyed him from head to foot, +and said:</p> +<p>“‘Who are you?’</p> +<p>“‘Tom Edison.’</p> +<p>“‘And who on earth might Tom Edison be?’</p> +<p>“The young man explained that he had been ordered +to report at the Boston office, and was finally told to sit +down in the operating room, where his advent created +much merriment. The operators made fun of him loudly +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_24' name='page_24'></a>24</span> +enough for him to hear. He didn’t care. A few minutes +later a New York operator, noted for his swiftness, called +up the Boston office. There was no one at liberty.</p> +<p>“‘Well,’ said the office chief, ‘let the new man try him.’</p> +<p>“Edison sat down and for four hours and a half wrote +out messages in his clear round hand, stuck a date and +number on them, and threw them on the floor for the +office boy to pick up. The time he took in numbering +and dating the sheets were the only seconds he was not +writing out transmitted words. Faster and faster ticked +the instrument, and faster and faster went Edison’s +fingers, until the rapidity with which the messages came +tumbling on the floor attracted the attention of the +other operators, who, when their work was done, gathered +around to witness the spectacle. At the close of +the four and a half hours’ work there flashed from New +York the salutation:</p> +<p>“‘Hello!’</p> +<p>“‘Hello yourself!’ ticked Edison.</p> +<p>“‘Who are you?’ rattled into the Boston office.</p> +<p>“‘Tom Edison.’</p> +<p>“‘You are the first man in the country’, ticked in the +instrument, ‘that could ever take me at my fastest, and +the only one who could ever sit at the other end of my +wire for more than two hours and a half. I’m proud to +know you.’”</p> +<p>While employed as telegraph operator Edison’s inventive +mind was hard at work. Accordingly, when but +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_25' name='page_25'></a>25</span> +seventeen years of age he invented the Duplex telegraph +which made it possible “to send two messages in opposite +directions on the same wire at the same time, without +causing any confusion.”</p> +<p>Though a brilliant operator, young Edison found it +difficult to hold a job, as he was always neglecting his +regular work to “fool with experiments,” as his employers +put it.</p> +<p>Accordingly, when twenty-one years of age, he found +himself in New York City seeking work. Suppose we invite +Mr. Edison to tell us of this dramatic period of his life.</p> +<p>“On the third day after my arrival, while sitting in +the office of the Laws Gold Repeating Telegraph Company, +the complicated general instrument for sending +messages on all the lines suddenly came to a stop with +a crash. Within two minutes over three hundred boys,––a +boy from every broker in the street, rushed upstairs +and crowded the long aisle and office that hardly had +room for one hundred, all yelling that such and such +a broker’s wire was out of order and to fix it at once. +It was pandemonium, and the man in charge became so +excited that he lost control of all the knowledge he ever +had. I went to the indicator and, having studied it thoroughly, +knew where the trouble ought to be, and found it.”</p> +<p>“One of the innumerable contact springs had broken +off and had fallen down between the two gear wheels and +stopped the instrument; but it was not very noticeable. +As I went out to tell the man in charge what the matter +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_26' name='page_26'></a>26</span> +was, George Laws, the inventor of the system, appeared +on the scene, the most excited person I had seen. He +demanded of the man the cause of the trouble, but the +man was speechless. I ventured to say that I knew +what the trouble was, and he said, ‘Fix it! Fix it! Be +quick!’ I removed the spring and set the contact wheels +at zero; and the line, battery, and inspecting men scattered +through the financial district to set the instruments. +In about two hours, things were working again. Mr. +Laws came to ask my name and what I was doing. I +told him and he asked me to come to his private office +the following day. He asked me a great many questions +about the instruments and his system, and I showed him +how he could simplify things generally. He then requested +that I should come next day. On arrival, he +stated at once that he had decided to put me in charge +of the whole plant, and that my salary would be three +hundred dollars a month.”</p> +<p>“This was such a violent jump from anything I had +ever seen before, that it rather paralyzed me for a while. +I thought it was too much to be lasting; but I determined +to try and live up to that salary if twenty hours a day of +hard work would do it.”</p> +<p>It is needless to say that he made good in the biggest +and best sense of the word.</p> +<p>It was at this time that Mr. Edison, now twenty-one +years of age, invented an electric stock ticker for which +he received forty thousand dollars.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_27' name='page_27'></a>27</span></div> +<p>Always desiring to devote his entire time to inventive +work, he now saw that with the aid of his forty thousand +dollars it was possible to do so. Accordingly, a little +later we see him constructing a laboratory one hundred +feet long at Menlo Park, a little station twenty-five miles +from Newark, New Jersey. Here for years, in company +with his assistants, he has made inventions that have +revolutionized the world.</p> +<p>Finally, in 1886, his business had so seriously outgrown +his quarters that he built his present laboratories +at Orange, New Jersey. These laboratories are now +housed in two beautiful, four story brick buildings each +sixty feet wide by one hundred feet long. In addition +to these laboratories there are Edison factories located +in various sections of the country.</p> +<p>Though now seventy years of age, he is devoting all +his time and the time of his laboratory force in solving +the great problems connected with the present war.</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p>“<i>A tool is but the extension of a man’s hand, and a machine +is but a complete tool. And he that invents a machine +augments the power of a man and the well being of mankind.</i>” +––<span class='smcap'>Henry Ward Beecher.</span></p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_3' id='linki_3'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_28' name='page_28'></a>28</span> +<img src='images/p0028-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='353' height='453' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL<br /> +Inventor of the Telephone<br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_29' name='page_29'></a>29</span> +<a name='ALEXANDER_GRAHAM_BELL' id='ALEXANDER_GRAHAM_BELL'></a> +<h2>ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL</h2> +</div> +<p>There is in New York City a great building seven +hundred and fifty feet high. It has fifty-three stories, +and provides business homes for ten thousand persons.</p> +<p>If you had watched it rise from story to story, you +would have been amazed at the tons of cable running +from the basement towards the roof. You would have +exclaimed in wonder over the miles upon miles of wire +that extended from room to room. Suppose you had +asked the purpose of these wires and cables. Do you +know what the answer would have been? You would +have been told that they were placed there so a person +in any room of the building could talk to some one in any +other room within the towering walls; to any one outside +in the great city, and even to persons far away in Chicago +and St. Louis. Then you would have said, “Of course, +they are telephone wires.”</p> +<p>You use the telephone often, do you not? Probably +if you were asked to say how many times you had talked +over the telephone in your life, you would have to reply, +“More than I can remember.”</p> +<p>Let us think about the messages we send along the telephone +wires from day to day. They are for the most part +of two kinds. We have friendly talks with persons we know +well, and we give brief business orders at office and shop.</p> +<p>But if we were gunners in the army of our country we +should be told by telephone just when, where, and how +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_30' name='page_30'></a>30</span> +we were to fire our guns. We would not see our target, +but would shoot according to the directions of a commanding +officer who knows what must be done and +telephones his orders to us.</p> +<p>If we were acting with hundreds of persons in a great +scene for a motion picture film, we should be told what +to do by a man called the director. He could not make +us all hear if we were out of doors and scattered about +in groups, but he would telephone orders to his helpers. +One of these would be with each large crowd of actors. +Perhaps the telephones would be hanging on the side of +a tree or set up in rude fashion on a box. Nevertheless, +that would not interfere with their use and we should +receive directions over them to do our part in the scene +then being photographed.</p> +<p>These uses seem wonderful to us, but each year sees +the telephone helping man more and more in strange and +powerful ways. It is likely that we have just begun to +know a little of what this great invention can do for us.</p> +<p>However, if we had been boys and girls in 1875 we +should have known nothing about talking over a telephone, +for that was the year when the public first heard +that it was possible to send sounds of the human voice +along a wire from one place to another.</p> +<p>There was a great fair in 1876. It was held in Philadelphia +and was called the Centennial because it celebrated +the one-hundredth birthday of our land. Persons +came from foreign countries to attend the fair. Among +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_31' name='page_31'></a>31</span> +these visitors was a famous Brazilian gentleman. He was +a man of great knowledge and was interested in inventions. +His name was Don Pedro, and at that time he was +Emperor of Brazil. Because he was the ruler of a country, +the officers of the Centennial showed him every +attention, and tried to make his visit alive with interest.</p> +<p>Late one afternoon they took him to the room where +the judges were examining objects entered for exhibits. +The judges were tired and wanted to go home. They +did not care to listen to a young man standing before +them. This young man was telling them that he had a +new invention; it was a telephone, and would carry the +sounds of the human voice by electricity. The judges +did not believe this, and were about to dismiss the young +man without even putting the receiver to their ears and +seeing if he spoke the truth. Don Pedro stood in the +doorway listening. He looked at the judges; he looked +at the young man, and was disgusted and angered that +an invention should not receive a fair trial. He stepped +forward and as he did so looked squarely at the young +man. To his surprise he recognized in him an acquaintance +made while visiting in Boston.</p> +<p>At once Don Pedro examined the new instrument and +then turning to the judges asked permission to make a +trial of it himself. The young inventor went to the +other end of the wire, which was in another room, and +spoke into the transmitter some lines from a great poem. +Don Pedro heard perfectly, and his praise changed the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_32' name='page_32'></a>32</span> +mind of the judges. They decided to enter the invention +as a “toy that might amuse the public.” This toy +was the Bell telephone, the young inventor was Alexander +Graham Bell, and he had the satisfaction of seeing +the “toy” become the greatest attraction to visitors at +the Centennial. This must have brought comfort to +his heart, for Mr. Bell had been trying for some time to +have people see what a convenience his invention would be.</p> +<p>He had first thought of the telephone while searching +for some way to help deaf mutes to talk. His father +and grandfather had both been voice teachers in Edinburgh +and London, so when young Alexander came to +America to seek his fortune it was natural he should +teach methods of using the voice. But his pupils were +unfortunate persons who could not talk because they +were unable to hear the sounds of the voice. His father +had worked out a plan for teaching the deaf, that the +young man improved. It was based on observation of +the position of the lips and other vocal organs, while +uttering each sound. One by one the pupil learned the +sounds by sight. Then he learned combinations of sounds +and at last came to where he could “read the lips” and tell +what a person was saying by looking at his moving lips.</p> +<p>So you see Alexander Graham Bell knew a great deal +about the way we talk. He kept studying and working +in his efforts to help his pupils, and his knowledge of the +human ear gave him the first idea of his remarkable +invention.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_33' name='page_33'></a>33</span></div> +<p>He thought if the small and thin ear drum could send +thrills and vibrations through heavy bones, then it should +be possible for a small piece of electrified iron to make an +iron ear drum vibrate. In his imagination he saw two iron +ear drums far apart but connected by an electrified wire. +One end of the wire was to catch the vibrations of the +sound, and the other was to reproduce them. He was +sure he could make an instrument of this kind, for he +said, “If I can make deaf mutes talk, I can make iron +talk.”</p> +<p>One of his pupils helped him to do this by her words +of sympathy and interest. She was a young girl named +Mabel Hubbard. While still a baby she had lost her +hearing, and consequently her speech, through an attack +of scarlet fever. She was a bright, lovable girl, and had +learned to talk through the teaching of Alexander Graham +Bell. Her father was a man of great public spirit and the +best friend Mr. Bell had in bringing the telephone before +the public. Mabel Hubbard became the wife of her +teacher, and encouraged him constantly to try and try +again until his telephone would work.</p> +<p>Professor Bell made his first instrument in odd hours +after he had finished teaching for the day. You may +smile when you hear he used in making it an old cigar +box, two hundred feet of wire, and two magnets taken +from a toy fish pond. But this was because he was very +poor and had scarcely any money to spend on materials +for his experiments. But he kept on working, and after +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_34' name='page_34'></a>34</span> +the Centennial he was able to found a company and put +his new invention on the market. The company had +little money, so Mr. Bell lectured and explained his +work. By this means he not only raised money, but +established his name as the inventor of the telephone. +There were a number of other students who had been +thinking along the same lines as Mr. Bell, but he went +farther than any one else and was the first to carry the +sounds of the human voice by electricity.</p> +<p>In the year 1877, the telephone was put into practical +use for the public. It grew slowly. People did not +realize how it could help them and they looked upon +having a telephone as a luxury rather than a necessity. +It was in the same year that the first long distance line +was established. Today, when we can talk from Boston +to San Francisco, it seems strange to read that the first +long distance telephone reached only from Boston to +Salem, a distance of sixteen miles. But then Mr. Bell +thought twenty miles would be the limit at which it +would be possible to send messages. So you see the +Salem line was really quite long enough to satisfy the +inventor, whose first instrument could convey sound +only from the basement to the second story of a single +building.</p> +<p>Before long the reward that follows struggles and +trials came to Alexander Graham Bell. The telephone +went around the world because so many countries adopted +it. Japan was the first, but she was followed quickly +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_35' name='page_35'></a>35</span> +by others. It went to far off Abyssinia, where it is said +the monkeys use the cables for swings and the elephants +use the poles for scratching posts.</p> +<p>Mr. Bell saw his invention enter every field of activity. +It brought him riches and honor, but, more than all, it +became a servant of mankind, and he could feel he had +given a blessing to every class of people.</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p class='center'><i>OUR COUNTRY!</i></p> +<p>“<i>And for your Country, boy, and for that Flag, never +dream a dream but of serving her as she bids you, even +though the service carry you through a thousand hells. No +matter what happens to you, no matter who flatters you or +who abuses you, never look at another flag, never let a night +pass but you pray God to bless that Flag. Remember, boy, +that behind officers and government, and people even, there +is the Country Herself; your Country, and you belong to +Her as you belong to your own mother. Stand by Her, +boy, as you would stand by your mother.</i>”</p> +<p class='ralign'><span class='smcap'>––Edward Everett Hale.</span></p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_4' id='linki_4'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_36' name='page_36'></a>36</span> +<img src='images/p0036-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='355' height='449' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +EX-PRESIDENT THEODORE ROOSEVELT<br /> +Addressing the Home Defense League<br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_37' name='page_37'></a>37</span> +<a name='THEODORE_ROOSEVELT' id='THEODORE_ROOSEVELT'></a> +<h2>THEODORE ROOSEVELT</h2> +</div> +<p>A little boy lived in the greatest city of the United +States. He looked out from the windows of his home +and saw tall buildings rising, story upon story, until +they seemed to meet the sky. He saw narrow +streets that twisted and turned in the queerest manner. +Through these streets crowds of people were forever +hurrying.</p> +<p>There was no chance for this boy to run races, to play +ball, to ride a horse, to row, or swim. He could not +have a garden because the city lot on which his home +stood was, like all the lots around it, just large enough +for the house, so he had no yard.</p> +<p>Where could he play and exercise? He was not strong, +and his loving parents wanted him to grow into a healthy, +hearty boy. Can you guess what they did for him? +They turned their back porch into a gymnasium. Here +he could have great sport and some hard work too. +Hard, because at first he was so delicate he could not do +what other boys did. He tried to climb the long pole +that hung from the ceiling, but would slip back and have +to begin all over again. However, he did not give up, +but kept on trying until one day he reached the top. +How proud he was! He grew so daring that the neighbors +were frightened, but his mother only said, “If the Lord +hadn’t taken care of Theodore Roosevelt he would have +been killed long ago.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_38' name='page_38'></a>38</span></div> +<p>Fortunately not all his life was to be spent in the +crowded city, for his parents bought a country home on +Long Island overlooking Oyster Bay. Theodore went +there in the summer and had a chance to live out of +doors. He tramped the woods, knew all the birds, hunted +coon, gathered walnuts, and fished in pools for minnows. +But even with all these outdoor pastimes he was far +from well. Often he had choking spells of asthma at +night. Then his father would hitch a team of horses, +wrap his little invalid boy up warmly, and, taking him in +his arms, drive fifteen or twenty miles in the darkness. +This was the only way he could get his breath.</p> +<p>Twice his father and mother took him to Europe in +the hope of improving his health. A playmate remembers +him as “a tall, thin lad with bright eyes, and legs like +pipe-stems.” He was not able to go to school regularly, +so missed the fun of being with other boys. Most of his +studying was done at home under private teachers, and +in this way he prepared for college.</p> +<p>Theodore Roosevelt spent four years at Harvard +University and was graduated in 1880. It had been his +aim to develop good health and a strong body, as well as +to succeed in his studies. This was a struggle, but he +won the fight, and, in speaking of himself at the time of +his leaving college, he says: “I determined to be strong +and well and did everything to make myself so. By the +time I entered Harvard, I was able to take part in whatever +sports I liked. I wrestled and sparred, and I ran a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_39' name='page_39'></a>39</span> +great deal, and, although I never came in first, I got more +out of the exercise than those who did, because I immensely +enjoyed it and never injured myself.”</p> +<p>Some time after leaving college, the frontier life of +the Wild West called him. The lonely and pathless +plains thrilled him, and he became a ranchman. His +new home was a log house called Elkhorn Ranch in +North Dakota. Here he raised his own chickens, grew +his own vegetables, and got fresh meat with his gun. He +bought cattle until he had thousands of head, all bearing +the brand of a Maltese Cross. No fences confined these +cattle, and sometimes they would wander for hundreds +of miles. Twice a year it was the custom to round up all +the Maltese herds for the purpose of branding the calves +and “cutting out” the cattle which were fat enough to +be shipped to market.</p> +<p>On these round-ups, Theodore Roosevelt did his +share of the work. Often this meant he rode fifty miles +in the morning before finding the cattle. By noon he +and his cowboys would have driven many herds into one +big herd moving towards a wagon that had come out +from the ranch. This wagon brought food for the men, +and Mr. Roosevelt has remarked, “No meals ever tasted +better than those eaten out on the prairie.”</p> +<p>Dinner over, the work of branding and selecting +could be done. Sometimes Mr. Roosevelt spent twenty-four +hours at a stretch in the saddle, dismounting only +to get a fresh pony. He did everything that his men +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_40' name='page_40'></a>40</span> +did, and endured the hardship as well as the pleasure of +ranch life. Often during the round-up he slept in the +snow, wrapped in blankets, with no tent to shield him +from the freezing cold.</p> +<p>Although he kept Elkhorn Ranch for twelve years he +gradually quit the cattle business and spent more and +more time in New York City where he entered political +life.</p> +<p>But his vacations always found him in the West +where his greatest pleasure was hunting. He hunted all +over his ranch and through the Rocky Mountains beyond. +Frequently he would go off alone with only a slicker, +some hardtack, and salt behind his saddle, and his horse +and rifle as his only companions. Once he had no water +to drink for twenty-four hours and then had to use some +from a muddy pool. But such adventures were sport +for him, and he liked to see how much exposure he could +stand. Then he would return to the East, rested and +refreshed.</p> +<p>When war between Spain and the United States was +declared in 1898, Mr. Roosevelt was Assistant Secretary +of the Navy. He resigned this office, saying, “I must get +into the fight myself. It is a just war and the sooner we +meet it, the better. Now that it has come I have no +right to ask others to do the fighting while I stay at home.”</p> +<p>He decided to raise a regiment made up of men he had +known in the West, together with adventure loving +Easterners, and call them his “Rough Riders.” He +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_41' name='page_41'></a>41</span> +borrowed the name from the circus. The idea set the +country aflame, and within a month the regiment was +raised, equipped, and on Cuban soil. There was never a +stranger group of men gathered together. Cowboys and +Indians rode with eastern college boys and New York +policemen. They were all ready to follow their leader, +Lieutenant-Colonel Roosevelt. They were full-blooded +Americans. They believed in their country, and they +obeyed their leader, not because they had to do so but +because it was right that they should obey.</p> +<p>The most important battle in which the Rough Riders +engaged was that of San Juan Hill, July 1 and 2, 1898. +This helped to decide the war. Roosevelt led the charge. +His horse became entangled in a barb wire fence, but he +jumped off, ran ahead, and still kept in front of his men. +He lived up to his advice, “When in doubt, go ahead.”</p> +<p>At the close of the war, when the Rough Riders +returned to the United States, they landed on Long +Island and the country rang with applause. The men +could talk of no one but their commander, Colonel +Roosevelt. The last night in camp was given over to a +great celebration, and when goodbyes were said, he told +them, “Outside of my own family I shall always feel +stronger ties exist between you and me than exist between +me and anyone else on earth.”</p> +<p>After his bravery in the war, every one in the United +States admired Theodore Roosevelt, and was glad to +honor him. He was elected Governor of the State of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_42' name='page_42'></a>42</span> +New York. Two years later, when William McKinley +was made president, Roosevelt was chosen as vice-president. +He had held this office but three months +when President McKinley was killed, and Theodore +Roosevelt became president of the country he loved to +serve.</p> +<p>In 1904 he was elected president to succeed himself, +and so for seven and one-half years he gave his energies +to the greatest office in our country.</p> +<p>When his duties in the White House ended, he went +on a long hunting trip to South Africa. There he killed +many strange and savage animals. These he had +mounted and sent home to government museums so they +could be observed and studied.</p> +<p>Returning to the United States as a private citizen, +he spent much time in writing, for he had always liked +to set down his ideas and experiences. If you look in a +library catalogue, you will find Theodore Roosevelt +wrote more than twenty books during his life.</p> +<p>He died at his Sagamore Hill home in 1920, after a +life of vigorous activity to the last.</p> +<p>So we see he was a cowboy, a hunter, an author, a +soldier, and president, but it was not for any of these +achievements alone that we honor Theodore Roosevelt. +It is because he was first, last, and always, an American, +eager to serve our country and follow its free flag.</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p>“<i>Speak softly and carry a big stick.</i>”</p> +<p class='ralign'><span class='smcap'>Roosevelt’s Favorite Proverb.</span></p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_5' id='linki_5'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_43' name='page_43'></a>43</span> +<img src='images/p0044-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='366' height='473' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'>© International Film Co.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class='smcap'>General John J. Pershing on a Favorite Mount</span><br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_44' name='page_44'></a>44</span> +<a name='JOHN_PERSHING' id='JOHN_PERSHING'></a> +<h2>JOHN PERSHING</h2> +</div> +<p>For two long years we in America watched the +progress of the great European War. Again and again, +as we read the accounts of battles in which thousands +of the brightest, best educated young men in Europe were +cut down, we ardently prayed that we in America might +escape the scourge of war. Protected by the broad +Atlantic, we hoped that we might not be drawn into this +vortex of destruction.</p> +<p>Finally, all our hopes were blasted when Germany, +with her sly submarines, began sinking our ships and +drowning our citizens. As this was more than any +honorable nation could endure, we, too, took up arms +against Germany.</p> +<p>No sooner had we entered the war than the task of +raising a large army was earnestly begun, and within a +few weeks training camps were established in every part +of our country. After raising the army the next most +important task was to find a general big enough to lead +it. In this hour of need the nation turned to General +John Pershing, and asked him to lead our boys on the +bloody battle fields of Europe.</p> +<p>As soon as he was chosen, General Pershing, better +known as “Jack” Pershing, sailed for Europe. Days +before he arrived the eyes of all Europe were turned in +eager expectation, and as soon as he reached there, the +people gave him a joyous welcome and extended to him +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_45' name='page_45'></a>45</span> +every possible courtesy. From the first, Europe liked +General Pershing. Tall, broad shouldered, deep-chested, +with frank, clear eyes, he impressed all with the fact +that he was indeed a soldier.</p> +<p>The social life of London and Paris had small attraction +for General Pershing; he was restless for the battle +front that he might thoroughly learn the war game, so +that he could better teach it to our American boys. +For weeks, associating with French and English officers, +he studied methods of modern warfare. As he was +doing this a vast army of American boys landed in +France, and it has now fallen to the lot of General Jack +Pershing to lead these brave lads into the midst of the +most deadly war of all time.</p> +<p>Who then is Jack Pershing? Where did he come from, +and what has he done that should merit the confidence +thus placed in him?</p> +<p>General Pershing was born in Linn County, Missouri, +Sept. 13, 1860. As his parents were poor, young Jack, +from very early in life, had to work hard. Able to +attend school for only a few months each winter, the lad +often longed for a better opportunity to get an education. +Finally he was able to go for a term to the Normal +School at Kirksville, Missouri. This was a proud day +for him. But soon he had to quit school as his money +had given out. Fortunately, he was able to pass the +teacher’s examination, and soon began teaching a country +school. Now that he had a taste of knowledge, he +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_46' name='page_46'></a>46</span> +resolved not to stop until he had secured a good education. +Accordingly, he was soon back in the Normal +School, where he was graduated at the age of twenty.</p> +<p>In less than a month after his graduation, he learned +of a competitive examination for entrance into West +Point Military Academy. With no rich or influential +friends to help him, the young normal graduate had little +hope of getting into West Point. So excellent, however, +were his examination papers that the poor Missouri boy +was readily accepted and soon became a student in this +great Military Academy. How fortunate that he was a +hard working student and passed that examination, +otherwise America today would be without General +Pershing.</p> +<p>Relieved of all financial burden, for the government +paid all his expenses in West Point, he settled down to +four years of hard work. So successful was he in this +work that upon his graduation he was made senior cadet +captain––the highest honor West Point can give to any +student.</p> +<p>Immediately after graduation he was sent into New +Mexico and Arizona to help settle Indian difficulties. +Life among the cowboys and Indians was indeed exciting, +but perhaps his most exciting experience was with +an Apache Chief by the name of Geronimo. This old +chief, with his group of warriors, had defied the entire +United States for two years. Finally he fled into Mexico +and young Pershing with his army was sent in pursuit. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_47' name='page_47'></a>47</span> +Odd as it may seem, the old Indian chief took almost the +same route through Mexico that Villa followed some +thirty years later. No doubt General Pershing in his +pursuit of Villa often thought of his experiences years +before when after Geronimo and his warriors.</p> +<p>After spending several years in the Southwest, at +the age of thirty, he was made Professor of Military +Tactics in the University of Nebraska. Here he remained +four years during which time, in addition to +his work as teacher, he completed the law course in +the University. His next promotion pleased him +greatly, for he was chosen a professor in his old school, +West Point, where he remained but one year when +the Cuban War broke out. Immediately he felt his +country’s call, and with the Tenth United States Cavalry +sailed for Cuba.</p> +<p>No sooner did he land than he found himself in the +thick of the war. Among the hardest battles he was in +were those at San Juan Hill and Santiago de Cuba. +Twice during this war he was recommended for brevet +commissions “for personal gallantry, untiring energy, +and faithfulness.” General Baldwin, under whom he +served, had this to say of him, “I have been in many +fights, through the Civil War, but Captain Pershing is +the coolest man under fire I ever saw.”</p> +<p>At the close of the Cuban War he was made Commissioner +of Insular Affairs with headquarters in Washington. +Here he remained but a short time when again he +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_48' name='page_48'></a>48</span> +heard his country’s call and was sent to the far distant +Philippine Islands.</p> +<p>The task assigned him was by no means easy. On +Mindanao, one of the larger islands in the group, lived the +Moros. So cruel and fierce were they that during all +the years Spain held the Islands she had never attempted +to civilize them. To Pershing was given the task of going +back into the mountains and capturing these Moros. +To him was assigned the most stubborn problem the +Islands presented.</p> +<p>The best description of this Moro campaign is written +by Rowland Thompson who says: “Up in the hills of +western Mindanao some thirty miles from the sea, lies +Lake Linao, and around it live one hundred thousand +fierce, proud, uncivilized Mohammedans, a set of murderous +farmers who loved a fight so well that they were +willing at any time to die for the joy of combat, whose +simple creed makes the killing of Christians a virtue.</p> +<p>“Pershing warned the hot-head of them all, the +Sultan, if there were any further trouble he would destroy +their stronghold. The Sultan in his fortress, with walls +of earth and living bamboo forty feet thick, laughed at +the warning. In two days his fortress was in ruins. So +skillful was Pershing’s attack that he captured the +stronghold with the loss of but two men.”</p> +<p>In a similar manner he later took stronghold after +stronghold until finally all the Moros were conquered. +Having subdued the Moros he was then made Governor +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_49' name='page_49'></a>49</span> +of the Island, holding the office until he was sent to help +settle the bandit difficulty on the Mexican border.</p> +<p>In his journey from the Philippine Islands to the Mexican +border, General Pershing was called upon to fight +the hardest battle of his entire life. Leaving his wife +and four children at the Presidio Hotel in San Francisco, +he went to El Paso, Texas, to rent a house. While in +El Paso he was shocked to get a telegram stating that +the Presidio had burned and that his wife and three +daughters had perished in the flames. Surely this was +enough to crush an ordinary man, but again he showed +the superior qualities of his manhood by bearing up +bravely, and continuing faithfully to perform the responsible +tasks assigned him.</p> +<p>Though the Mexican trouble did not give General +Pershing a chance to show his ability to lead men under +fire, it did give him ample opportunity to convince his +countrymen that he possessed remarkable skill in rounding +up and developing a large army.</p> +<p>During the World War, General Pershing was placed +in command of the entire American Army in Europe and, +through his wise council and able handling of his forces, +was proclaimed one of the greatest officers who took part +in this great war.</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p>“<i>Lafayette, we are here!</i>”</p> +<p class='ralign'>––<span class='smcap'>General Pershing at Lafayette’s Tomb.</span></p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_6' id='linki_6'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_50' name='page_50'></a>50</span> +<img src='images/p0050-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='350' height='454' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +EX-PRESIDENT WILLIAM H. TAFT<br /> +At His Son’s Wedding<br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_51' name='page_51'></a>51</span> +<a name='WILLIAM_HOWARD_TAFT' id='WILLIAM_HOWARD_TAFT'></a> +<h2>WILLIAM HOWARD TAFT</h2> +</div> +<p>Most great men have been born poor. For one in +early life to struggle with poverty seems to prepare him +in later years to struggle with the big problems that +make men great.</p> +<p>To be born amid wealth too often has a softening +effect. Pampered with all that money can buy, the rich +lad looks to others rather than to his own efforts. Not +so with William Howard Taft. Though he was born +with a silver spoon in his mouth, as we sometimes say, +and fortune smiled upon him, he was never spoiled; but +on the contrary he early developed a capacity for hard +work, and a willingness to take rather than avoid hard +knocks. These, as we shall see, insured his success in +later life.</p> +<p>Born as he was in a beautiful home in the aristocratic +section of Cincinnati, his boyhood surroundings were +almost ideal. Not only was his home provided with +every comfort, but it also was one in which culture and +refinement reigned. When you are told that young +William’s father held the following positions, Judge of +the Superior Court of Cincinnati, Secretary of War +under President Grant, Attorney General, Minister to +Austria and to Russia, you will readily see that the +lad’s home life was truly stimulating.</p> +<p>As you study the picture of Mr. Taft, you will observe +that he is an extremely large man, weighing nearly +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_52' name='page_52'></a>52</span> +three hundred pounds. Unlike many men, he did not +become fleshy in his maturer years, but from his boyhood +has been large and, as the boys say, fat. When a mere +lad he was a plump, chubby, roly-poly chap who was +always liked because he was so good-natured. Can you +guess the nicknames the other boys gave him? Sometimes +they called him “Lubber,” but most of the time +he was hailed simply as “Lub.” Big, over-grown boys +are sure to be awkward, and “Lub” was no exception. +If he started to run across a field with the other boys, he +was sure to fall. When they turned to gather him up, +they would fairly roll with laughter, declaring that he +was too fat to see where he was stepping. The fact that +when he fell he was sure “to land on his head,” caused +the boys to call him “Lead-Head and Cotton-Body.”</p> +<p>When he entered the Woodward High School, the boys +changed his nickname from “Lub” to “Old Bill” and +later to plain “Bill.” In high school he was too fat to +run, too slow for baseball, and didn’t care for football.</p> +<p>At seventeen he had graduated from high school and +was about to enter Yale. Can you imagine him as he +enters that great University? With beardless cheeks +that were as red as an apple, and able to tip the scales +at two hundred thirty pounds, he seemed indeed a +giant. No longer was he chubby and awkward; he +was now broad shouldered, tall and sure of step. +His muscles were so firm that he was a hard antagonist +for anyone.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_53' name='page_53'></a>53</span></div> +<p>Hardly had he entered school before he got +“mixed up” in one of the many college rushes of those +days. In that particular rush Taft went crashing +through the sophomores like a catapult. One, a man +of his own weight, leaped in front of him. Then +Taft let forth a joyous roar and charged! He grappled +with the other Ajax, lifted him bodily, and +heaved him over his head. No wonder he got the nickname +of “Bull Taft.”</p> +<p>Of course a chap capable of such a feat must join the +football squad, said the fellows of the University. But +Bill’s father back in Cincinnati had entirely different +plans for the giant freshman. He was eager to have his +son win his laurels in the classroom rather than on the +gridiron. The father, while in Yale, had won honors, +and why shouldn’t his son? Furthermore, Bill had some +pride, for already his brother had carried away from Yale +high honors in scholarship, and, if possible, Bill was not +to be outdone by his brother. Accordingly, he settled +down to four years of downright hard work, and “from +day to day, lesson by lesson, he slowly made his way +close to the head of the class.”</p> +<p>That he acquired, while in college, a relish for hard +work is shown by the fact that as soon as he had graduated +he undertook three jobs at the same time: he +studied law in his father’s law office, carried the regular +work of the Cincinnati Law School, and was court +reporter for <i>The Times Star</i> of Cincinnati.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_54' name='page_54'></a>54</span></div> +<p>So rapid was his achievement that at the age of +twenty-four he was made Internal Revenue Collector at +a salary of $4500 a year. Surely this was a good salary +for a man so young. But other promotions were destined +to come in close succession; for, at the age of twenty-nine +he was made Judge of the Superior Court of Ohio, and a +year later was appointed by President Harrison Solicitor-General +of the United States at a salary of $7000 a year.</p> +<p>After three years of service as a Solicitor-General, +President Harrison made him Judge of the Federal Court +of the Sixth Circuit that included Michigan, Ohio, +Kentucky, and Tennessee. As judge of this court, several +of the most famous cases in our history came before +him, and in every case his power of analysis was so manifest, +and his decision so just that the entire nation learned +to look to him with confidence. Into his court came, on +the one hand employers who were eager for every possible +advantage, and were willing to crush labor in order +to gain it; and on the other hand laborers who distrusted +their employers and were morbid and resentful. To +preside over a court where force was thus meeting force, +where battle lines were distinctly drawn was no small +task. Mr. Taft, however, since he was always fair and +kind, since he possessed largeness of vision and pureness +of soul, was big enough for the task.</p> +<p>At this time in Judge Taft’s life he seems to have had +but one ambition––he desired to become a Judge of the +Supreme Court of the United States. But while he was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_55' name='page_55'></a>55</span> +eagerly looking in that direction, his nation was preparing +other and greater tasks for him.</p> +<p>Far across the broad Pacific lie the Philippine Islands––more +than three thousand of them. On these islands +live eight million people. As a result of our war with Spain +these islands came into our possession; but what were we +to do with them? Representing as they did every stage of +development from University graduates to Moro headhunters, +the task of governing them was indeed difficult.</p> +<p>Who should be assigned this task? Where was a man +big enough to bring order out of confusion and mould +these widely divergent tribes into a unified colony?</p> +<p>President McKinley and those in authority with him +finally decided that Judge Taft was the man for the +place. Accordingly, he was soon seen on the broad +Pacific hurrying to the task that awaited him. From +island to island he and his commissioners journeyed +studying conditions. Everywhere he found the people +suspicious and eager to state their grievances. Naturally +kind, frank and fair, he so won their confidence that he +was soon able to direct their efforts. It is impossible here +to tell of his remarkable work in the Islands. As Governor-General +he greatly reduced the death rate by +introducing sanitary conditions; he established and developed +a free public school system, and, most important of +all, he trained the Filipinos in the art of self government.</p> +<p>From Governor-General of the Philippines Mr. Taft +was made Secretary of War. Fortunately, his experiences +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_56' name='page_56'></a>56</span> +in the Islands, in a peculiar manner, fitted him for this +new responsibility; for, during his entire sojourn in the Philippines +he had come in closest contact with the soldiers. +As they at all times were his closest companions, he learned +to understand them perfectly. Able to get their viewpoint +on all matters pertaining to war, he was able to secure +from the start the highest possible cooperation. His greatest +single task as Secretary of War was to finish building +the Panama Canal, and indeed this was a task; but the Big +Man kept at the big job until finally it was completed.</p> +<p>But the crowning event in the life of this great man +was his election to the presidency of the United States. +Here he was the same frank, genuine man he had always +been. Had he been more of a politician he, no doubt, +would have gained greater popular favor, but, after all, +the approval of the multitudes is not the highest goal to +be sought. Above this is fidelity to duty, and this Mr. +Taft always possessed in an unusual degree.</p> +<p>With the completion of his term in the White House +he did not withdraw from active life as so many ex-presidents +have done; on the contrary, he became at once +a member of the faculty of his beloved Yale University.</p> +<p>During the great World War, Mr. Taft was made +director of the American Red Cross Association, and in +1920 he became the Chief Justice of the United States +Supreme Court.</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_57' name='page_57'></a>57</span> +<a name='LUTHER_BURBANK' id='LUTHER_BURBANK'></a> +<h2>LUTHER BURBANK</h2> +</div> +<p>To whom does Luther Burbank belong? Massachusetts, +in old New England, claims him as her son. But +far to the west, proud California, kissed by the majestic +Pacific, declares that he more truly belongs to her. But +why argue? A man whose life has so materially blessed +mankind everywhere belongs to the whole world. Recently, +in far way France, when the name of Mr. Burbank +was spoken in the Chamber of Deputies in Paris, every +member arose to his feet as a tribute of honor.</p> +<p>But why do we all claim Luther Burbank? Why is +his name a household word in every country? Because, +without him, the world today would no doubt be hungry.</p> +<p>Mr. Burbank was born almost beneath the shadow +of Bunker Hill Monument on the seventh day of March, +1849. When able to toddle about, his playmates were +plants rather than animals. Oddly enough his first doll +was a cactus plant that he carried about proudly until +one day he fell and broke it.</p> +<p>As a boy he was not strong, and did not like the +rougher sports. In school he was bashful, retiring, and +serious. Though a good student he could neither recite +well nor speak pieces, as he was afraid even of his own +voice.</p> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_7' id='linki_7'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_58' name='page_58'></a>58</span> +<img src='images/p0058-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='349' height='451' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +LUTHER BURBANK<br /> +World Famous Plant Wizard<br /> +</p> +</div> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_59' name='page_59'></a>59</span></div> +<p>When he was just a lad he was taken out of school and +put to work in a plow factory that belonged to his uncle. +But he did not like the factory. Often he longed for the +out of doors with its plants and flowers. So strong was +this desire for the out of doors that he left the factory +and began truck gardening on a small scale; and it was +while caring for this truck garden that he developed the +Burbank potato, thus achieving his first success. So +valuable was this discovery that the United States +Department of Agriculture declares that the Burbank +potato has added to the wealth of this country seventeen +million dollars each year since this variety was developed.</p> +<p>When twenty-six years of age, Mr. Burbank decided +that the climate and soil of far-away California were best +suited to his work. Accordingly, with ten of his best +potatoes, and his small savings, he started across the +continent. When his journey was ended he found himself +in a fertile but unimproved valley about fifty miles +north of San Francisco. On either side of this beautiful +valley were spurs of the Coast Range Mountains.</p> +<p>His first task was to find work, but as few people at +that time lived in the region, jobs were hard to get. In +speaking of this period of his life, Mr. Burbank says: +“One day I heard that a man was building a house. I +went to him and asked him for the job of shingling it. +He asked me what I would do it for. The regular price +was two dollars and a half a thousand, but I was so +anxious for the work that I offered to do it for one dollar +and seventy-five cents. ‘All right,’ he said, ‘come and +begin tomorrow.’ But I had no shingling hammer and +all the cash I had in the world was seventy-five cents, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_60' name='page_60'></a>60</span> +which I at once expended in purchasing the necessary +hammer. Next morning when I reached the job, my +new hammer in hand, all ready to go to work, I was +surprised and––what shall I say––dismayed, to find +another man already at work, while the owner calmly +came to me and said, ‘I guess you’ll have to let that job +go, as this man here has undertaken to do it for one +dollar a thousand.’</p> +<p>“How disappointed I was! I had spent my last cent, +had a hammer that was no use to me now, and no job. +But I kept a stiff upper lip and work soon came, and I’ve +never been so hard up since.”</p> +<p>Mr. Harwood in describing this period in the life of +Mr. Burbank says: “The man who was to become the +foremost figure in the world in his line of work, and who +was to pave the way by his own discoveries and creations +for others of all lands to follow his footsteps, was a +stranger in a strange land, close to starvation, penniless, +beset by disease, hard by the gates of death. But never +for an instant did this heroic figure lose hope, never +did he abandon confidence in himself nor did he swerve +from the path he had marked out. In the midst of +all he kept an unshaken faith. He accepted the +trials that came, not as a matter of course, not tamely, +nor with any mock heroism, but as a passing necessity. +His resolution was of iron, his will of steel, his +heart of gold; he was fighting in the splendid armor +of a clean life.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_61' name='page_61'></a>61</span></div> +<p>As a result of his industry, in a few years, Mr. Burbank +was able to buy four acres of land where he started a +nursery. From the first this enterprise was successful. +Upon this plot he built a modest home where he still +resides. Here, and on a larger plot a few miles distant, +all his remarkable experiments have been made.</p> +<p>Before we learn more about his achievements I am +sure we should like to become better acquainted with the +man. Suppose, then, we invite Professor Edward Wickson +of the University of California, who knows him well, to +tell us about him.</p> +<p>“Mr. Burbank is of medium stature and rather slender +form; light eyes and dark hair, now rapidly running to +silver. His countenance is very mobile, lighting up +quickly and as quickly receding to the seriousness of +earnest attention, only to rekindle with a smile or relax +into a laugh, if the subject be in the lighter vein. He is +exceedingly quick in apprehension, seeming to anticipate +the speaker, but never intruding upon his speech. There is +always a suggestion of shyness in his manner, and there is +ever present a deep respectfulness. He is frank, open-hearted, +and out-spoken. All his actions are artless and quiet; +even the modulations of his voice follow the lower keys.”</p> +<p>But, you ask, what marvelous things has this modest +man done that should make his name a household word +the world over?</p> +<p>All truly great people have high ideals that guide +them in their work. The one ideal that guides Mr. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_62' name='page_62'></a>62</span> +Burbank is his love for humanity. Naturally sympathetic, +he cannot endure the thought of human suffering.</p> +<p>Since so much human misery is due to lack of food, +to hunger, he has resolved if possible to make the world +produce more bread. But how can he do this? If only +he can get each head of wheat to produce just one additional +grain then the problem will be solved––for then +the wheat crop of this country will be increased five +million two hundred thousand bushels. Year after +year he worked at this task until finally each head of +wheat actually did produce more grains. Now that he +has succeeded in increasing the yield of wheat, he has +resolved not to stop until the yield of all the cereals is +increased in a like manner.</p> +<p>By what principle, then, does he accomplish these +marvelous feats? What are his methods? Eager as +we are to understand them, doubtless most of us must +wait until we have learned a great deal about science, +for his methods are extremely scientific.</p> +<p>Though unable to comprehend his methods, we are +able to appreciate the results of his work. So marvelous +are these results that they seem like fairy tales. For +example, he has developed a white blackberry; but this +is not all, he has developed blackberry plants so large +that a single plant produces more than a bushel of berries.</p> +<p>I am sure that we all like strawberries so well that +sometimes we have wished that the strawberry season +were not so short; and in the future it will not be, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_63' name='page_63'></a>63</span> +for he has produced plants that bear strawberries all +summer.</p> +<p>Mr. Burbank, knowing that boys and girls are likely +to hit their fingers cracking walnuts, has developed a +walnut with a very thin shell, so thin in fact that the +birds can break through it and help themselves to the +meat. Now he has to thicken the shell again.</p> +<p>How should you like to eat a peach that had, instead +of the ordinary stone, a fine almond in the center? In +the future you may eat just such peaches, for Mr. Burbank +has developed them.</p> +<p>Most of us have seen the ordinary cactus. We have +been very careful, however, not to touch it as the spines +are sure to prick us. It is interesting to know that the +cactus is a desert plant––that, though millions of acres +of arid land in the West can produce little else, they can +produce enormous quantities of cactus. Unfortunately, +these plants have always been useless as neither man +nor beast would eat them. True, cattle liked them, but +the cruel spines made the eating of them impossible.</p> +<p>As good pasture lands are so scarce in the West, Mr. +Burbank wondered why a cactus could not be developed +that had no spines. Accordingly, he began his work, and +already has accomplished results far greater than he had +expected. Not only has he developed spineless cactus, +thus redeeming millions of acres of desert land for the +use of animals, but he has also developed scores of +varieties that are pleasing to the taste of man. Some +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_64' name='page_64'></a>64</span> +taste like the cantaloupe, others like the peach, and still +others like the plum or pomegranate. Fortunately, they +ripen at all times during the year and can be carried to +every part of the country without decaying en route. +Through the efforts of Mr. Burbank the hitherto worthless +cactus has become the most promising fruit of the +desert.</p> +<p>Just as Mr. Burbank has improved the wheat, the +blackberry, the strawberry, the peach, and the cactus, so he +has increased the yield and improved the quality of +practically every cereal, fruit, and vegetable.</p> +<p>True, he has not made a great fortune for himself, but +a knowledge that tens of thousands who otherwise might +go hungry are, because of his efforts, fed, must give him +a satisfaction that is far greater than money could give. +And, after all, doesn’t true greatness lie in giving to +others rather than in gathering to one’s self?</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p><i>“And he gave it as his opinion, that whoever could make +two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot +of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better +of mankind and do more essential service to his country, +than the whole race of politicians put together.”</i></p> +<p class='ralign'>––<span class='smcap'>Dean Swift</span>.</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_65' name='page_65'></a>65</span> +<a name='CLARA_BARTON' id='CLARA_BARTON'></a> +<h2>CLARA BARTON</h2> +</div> +<p>In the little Maryland village of Glen Echo, a frail, +gentle old lady was taking leave of this world one April +day, in the year 1912. She was greatly beloved and +many friends from every state in the Union sent her +words of comfort and cheer. They praised her noble +work and called her “The Guardian Angel” of the suffering, +but the little old lady looked into the faces of those +about her and said, “I know of nothing remarkable that +I have done.”</p> +<p>She was Clara Barton, the woman who brought the +Red Cross to our country; but, being accustomed to working +always for others, her labors did not seem great or +unusual to her. Today we know she is one of the heroines +of the world, for she believed in the brotherhood of +man, and her aim was to relieve suffering humanity, +irrespective of nationality or creed.</p> +<p>Her childhood was a happy, joyous one spent in the +little village of North Oxford, Massachusetts. She was +the youngest child of a large family, and her brothers and +sisters were very proud of her because she learned so +rapidly and because she was never afraid of anything. +She would follow her oldest brother about the house with +a slate, begging him to give her hard sums to do. Out +of doors she was eager for adventure; her brother David +often said, “Clara is never afraid, she can ride any colt +on the farm,” and often he would throw her on the bare +back of a young horse and cry, “Hold fast to the mane,” +and away she would gallop over the fields.</p> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_8' id='linki_8'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_66' name='page_66'></a>66</span> +<img src='images/p0066-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='349' height='450' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +CLARA BARTON<br /> +Founder of the American Red Cross<br /> +</p> +</div> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_67' name='page_67'></a>67</span></div> +<p>Winter evenings the family would gather about the +great fireplace in the living room and listen to the father +tell of his experiences on the battle fields of the Revolutionary +War. He had been a soldier under the dashing +General Anthony Wayne, called “Mad Anthony” +Wayne, because of his reckless daring. Clara was thrilled +by these stories of army life, and never tired of hearing +her father recount them.</p> +<p>When Clara was eleven years of age, her brother +David had a terrible fall, and for more than two years he +was a helpless invalid. At once she became his nurse +and he relied upon her for all manner of service, preferring +her to his older sister or even his mother. “Clara +is a born nurse,” said the family, as they saw the care +she was giving the boy, and indeed she was. It was a +joy to her to wait upon the sick, and she considered it +no hardship to sacrifice herself.</p> +<p>When David was well, Clara went to school and +prepared herself to teach. Her scholars found her an +able teacher and liked her ways of instructing them. We +know this to be true, because when she opened her first +school she had only six pupils, but her fame spread so +rapidly that when June came six hundred children had +entered her classes and were much disappointed when +they found she could not teach them all but had to have +assistant teachers.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_68' name='page_68'></a>68</span></div> +<p>The strain of planning for so many pupils was too +heavy for her, so she gave up teaching and took a position +in the pension office at Washington. She was there at +the beginning of the great war between the North and +South, and at once felt it to be her duty to leave her work +and minister to the wounded soldiers.</p> +<p>At first she busied herself in the hospitals at Washington, +but she longed to go to the front and help on the +battle fields. She told her father of her strong desire, +and he said to her, “Go, if you feel it your duty to go! +I know what soldiers are, and I know that every true +soldier will respect you and your errand.”</p> +<p>At last our government gave her permission, and she +went to the front as fearless as any officer in the army. +Amid the rain of shot and shell she went about on errands +of mercy. Then there was no organized relief for the +soldiers, no Red Cross, no Y. M. C. A., no help of any +kind except what kind persons here and there over the +country tried to give. This was very little, when compared +to the vast amount of suffering, but Clara Barton +managed to gather supplies and money so that she was +able to give assistance to both the boys in blue and the +boys in gray. She saved many lives, she wrote countless +letters home for wounded soldiers, and she stood alone +by the death-bed of many a brave fellow, speaking words +of comfort and cheer. Whenever anyone suggested +that she was working beyond her strength, she would +say, “It is my duty,” and go on regardless of her personal +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_69' name='page_69'></a>69</span> +welfare. One of her best friends, Miss Lucy Larcom, +wrote of her as follows:</p> +<p>“We may catch a glimpse of her at Chantilly in the +darkness of the rainy midnight, bending over a dying +boy who took her supporting arm and soothing voice for +his sister’s––or falling into a brief sleep on the wet ground +in her tent, almost under the feet of flying cavalry; or riding +in one of her trains of army-wagons towards another +field, subduing by the way a band of mutinous teamsters +into her firm friends and allies; or at the terrible battle at +Antietam, where the regular army supplies did not +arrive till three days afterward, furnishing from her +wagons cordials and bandages for the wounded, making +gruel for the fainting men from the meal in which her +medicines had been packed, extracting with her own +hand a bullet from the cheek of a wounded soldier, tending +the fallen all day, with her throat parched and her +face blackened by sulphurous smoke, and at night, when +the surgeons were dismayed at finding themselves left +with only one half-burnt candle, amid thousands of +bleeding, dying men, illuming the field with candles and +lanterns her forethought had supplied. No wonder they +called her ‘The Angel of the Battle Field’.”</p> +<p>After the war, President Lincoln asked her to search +for the thousands of men who were missing. She at +once visited the prisons, helped the prisoners to regain +their health, and get in touch with their families. Besides +this, she searched the National Cemeteries and had grave +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_70' name='page_70'></a>70</span> +stones put over many of the graves telling who were buried +there. This work took four years, and at the end of it +she was so broken in health that she went abroad for a +long rest.</p> +<p>While she was in Switzerland she heard first of the +Red Cross Society and attended a meeting called to +establish an International Society. Twenty-four nations +were represented at the meeting, but the United States +was not among that number. For some years it refused +to join. Miss Barton devoted herself to showing our +government that in joining the International Red Cross +we would not be entangling ourselves in European affairs +but would be working for the good of all men. At last, +in 1887, she won her victory, and the United States +signed the agreement of the Red Cross Society. This is +called the Treaty of Geneva.</p> +<p>When the first meeting was held in Geneva, Switzerland, +there were persons present who found fault with +the plan. They said the world should do away with +warfare instead of caring for those it injured. But the +Swiss President said it would take a long time for the +world to learn to do without warfare. He believed the +Red Cross would help to bring about the era of peace by +caring for the afflicted and relieving the horror of war. +The terrible struggle in Europe is showing us the truth +of his words, for, when we hear about the frightful happenings, +all the glory and grandeur of warfare fade +away.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_71' name='page_71'></a>71</span></div> +<p>A man who sees far into the future, has written, +“Some day the Red Cross will triumph over the cannon. +The future belongs to all helpful powers, however humble, +for two allies are theirs, suffering humanity and merciful +God.”</p> +<p>Clara Barton, who also could look beyond her day, +saw another use for the Red Cross besides war service. +She said: “It need not apply to the battle field alone, but +we should help all those who need our help.” So the +American Red Cross passed an amendment to the effect +that its work should apply to all suffering from fires, +floods, famine, earthquake, and other forms of disaster. +This amendment was finally adopted by all nations.</p> +<p>At the time of the Spanish War, Miss Barton was +seventy years old, but she went to Cuba and did heroic +work. When the Galveston flood occurred she was +eighty, but she went to the stricken community and +helped in every way. After giving up her active work, +she retired to Glen Echo and spent the remainder of her +days quietly, always interested in the great cause to which +she had given her life.</p> +<p>We know what the American Red Cross does for our +soldiers, and whenever we see its emblem we should +think of Clara Barton, as a “Noble type of good, heroic +womanhood; one who was kind, humane, and helpful to +all peoples, one who longed for the time when suffering +and horror should pass away.”</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_9' id='linki_9'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_72' name='page_72'></a>72</span> +<img src='images/p0072-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='351' height='454' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +GEORGE W. GOETHALS<br /> +Builder of the Panama Canal<br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_73' name='page_73'></a>73</span> +<a name='GEORGE_W_GOETHALS' id='GEORGE_W_GOETHALS'></a> +<h2>GEORGE W. GOETHALS</h2> +</div> +<p>The men who worked on the Panama Canal used to +sing this little song of their own composing:</p> +<table summary=''><tr><td> +<p class='cg'>“See Colonel Goethals,<br /> +Tell Colonel Goethals,<br /> +It’s the only right and proper thing to do.<br /> +Just write a letter, or even better,<br /> +Arrange a little Sunday interview.”</p> +</td></tr></table> +<p>Colonel George W. Goethals was the chief engineer +of the canal, and when he arrived in Panama he found +that many of the men were discontented. They felt +they were not treated fairly. Now there were sixty-five +thousand persons employed there, and Colonel Goethals +knew that if they were not kept well and in good spirits +the great work would never be completed. So he said +he would be in his office every Sunday morning at seven +o’clock. Then, any man or woman who had a complaint +could come and tell him about it. He was so wise, and +decided the cases with such fairness that the men came to +believe in their new chief and were anxious to serve him.</p> +<p>It was when Theodore Roosevelt was President of the +United States that Colonel Goethals was sent to Panama. +President Roosevelt was anxious to have our dream of a +canal across the Isthmus of Panama come true, but many +persons in our country as well as in other parts of the +world told him it was foolish to spend money on such an +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_74' name='page_74'></a>74</span> +uncertain undertaking. They said the great slides of +gravel and sand along the sides of the canal could never +be stopped. They said the locks would never work. +President Roosevelt paid no attention to these comments, +but selected Colonel Goethals because he was +sure he could build the canal.</p> +<p>Colonel Goethals cared as little as President Roosevelt +for the opinion that the task was impossible. In +fact, he told the President: “Say nothing to such doubting +persons. By and by we will answer them with the canal.”</p> +<p>We know that he did give such an answer. He built +the canal right through the red shifting hills of sand that +threatened to slide down and choke his work. He cut +away a jungle so the banks of the canal could be kept +free and open. But best of all, he taught order to the +men who worked under him, and they found out that he +believed in them, he believed in the work that he was +doing, and he believed in the Government of the United +States. No wonder they made a song about him and +praised his splendid leadership.</p> +<p>As his title tells us, Colonel Goethals belongs to the +regular army. Until he was appointed as the chief +engineer of the Panama Canal, no military man had been +in charge there. The men working on the canal were +performing civil duties, and in no way resembled soldiers. +When they heard a regular army officer was coming down, +they did not like the idea of having to obey just as if they +were soldiers. Many of the foremen and officials told +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_75' name='page_75'></a>75</span> +their men they would have to spend their time saluting +Colonel Goethals and standing at attention with their +little fingers against the seams of their trousers.</p> +<p>During the first days of his stay in Panama, a banquet +was given in honor of Colonel Goethals, for the men felt +they must entertain their new chief, though they were +not friendly to him.</p> +<p>At this banquet, they cheered the former engineer, +John G. Stevens, and did not applaud Colonel Goethals +when he appeared. However he was exceedingly polite +and did not notice their bad manners. The men +had expected to see him wear a full dress uniform, +and you can imagine how surprised they were when they +saw him dressed in citizens’ clothes. Never once while he +was in Panama did Colonel Goethals appear in uniform.</p> +<p>After the banquet there was a program of speeches. +Each speaker made cutting remarks about the new +military control, but the Colonel did not seem to notice +their insults. At last it was his time to speak. He said +only a few words, but they changed the minds of his +hearers. He told them they were all there to build the +canal. They were working for their government, the +United States of America. He wanted no salutes, but he +wanted work. This pleased the men and they were +ashamed of their impoliteness.</p> +<p>The Colonel’s first act was to organize the workmen +into three divisions, the Atlantic, the Central, and the +Pacific.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_76' name='page_76'></a>76</span></div> +<p>He put each under a superintendent. Then he stirred +up contests between these divisions. He would tell the +men on the Pacific division how rapidly the men on the +Atlantic division were digging or putting in concrete. +Of course, each division wanted to make the best showing, +and the men were always eager to get the Canal +Record, a small weekly newspaper, so they could read +the scores of the different divisions. These scores grew +to be more exciting than those of ball games, and the men +worked hard and well.</p> +<p>They liked Colonel Goethals and whenever he went by +they saluted him; not with the army salute which they had +scorned, but by waving their hands, lifting their caps, and +greeting him with a smile on their lips and in their eyes.</p> +<p>They felt free to talk to him because they knew he was +their friend. Shortly after he started his Sunday morning +office hours, some of the lowest paid men told him +that their bosses swore at them all day and used the +worst kind of language. At once he sent the following +order out all over the Canal Zone.</p> +<p class='center' style="margin-left:2.0em; margin-right:2.0em">PROFANE LANGUAGE</p> +<p class='ralign' style="margin-left:2.0em; margin-right:2.0em">Culebra, C. Z. Aug. 4, 1911</p> +<p style='margin-left:2.0em; margin-right:2.0em'>Circular No. 400:</p> +<p style='margin-left:2.0em; margin-right:2.0em'>The use of profane or abusive language by +foremen or others in authority, when addressing +subordinates, will not be tolerated.</p> +<p class='ralign' style="margin-left:2.0em; margin-right:2.0em">Geo. W. Goethals,<span class='rindent8'> </span><br /> +Chairman and Chief Engineer.<span class='rindent2'> </span></p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_77' name='page_77'></a>77</span></div> +<p>Some of the foreman did not talk much for a while, they +had been so used to swearing, but the Colonel’s orders +were obeyed.</p> +<p>The work then moved along smoothly and Colonel +Goethals was looking forward to the end of his labors, +when one day an engineer on the Panama Railroad paid +no attention to the signals and let his train run into the +rear coaches of another train, killing the conductor.</p> +<p>This engineer was drunk, and it is against the rules +of any railroad for an intoxicated person to be in its +employ. Colonel Goethals had the engineer arrested +and put in jail. However, the man belonged to a labor +union, and this union sent a committee demanding that +he release the engineer by seven o’clock that evening. +If he did not, they would order all the men working along +the canal to strike. This meant that the work on the +canal would stop, and it might be weeks before it would +be resumed. They would wait, they said, for his answer +until seven o’clock that evening. Colonel Goethals +listened to the committee, then shook hands with them +and went to his home.</p> +<p>Seven o’clock came, then eight. The committee was +worried. They telephoned Colonel Goethals and asked +for his answer. He replied in surprise that they had it. +They said it had not reached them. He reminded them +that they intended to strike at seven o’clock if the man +was not released, and then said, “It is now eight o’clock; if +you call the penitentiary, you will find the man is still there.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_78' name='page_78'></a>78</span></div> +<p>The leaders did not want to strike. They had +expected to make Colonel Goethals do what they wanted. +Then they said, “Do you want to tie up the work down +here, Colonel”?</p> +<p>“I am not tying it up,” he told them. “You are. +You forget that this is not a private enterprise, but a +government job.”</p> +<p>When asked what he was going to do, his answer was: +“Any man not at work tomorrow morning will be given +his transportation to the United States. He will go out +on the first steamer and he will never come back.”</p> +<p>There was only one man who had failed to report, +and he sent a doctor’s certificate saying he was too sick +to work. There were no more strikes.</p> +<p>In May, 1913, a Congressman introduced a bill into +the House of Representatives providing for the promotion +of Colonel Goethals from Colonel to Major-General +as a reward for his services in building the canal. At +once Colonel Goethals wrote the gentleman saying he +appreciated his kindness but he did not believe he should +be singled out for such an honor. There were many +men, he said, who had done great work in Panama, and +they, as well as himself, felt repaid for their services not +only by their salary but by the honor of being connected +with such a wonderful task. He said also that the +United States Government had educated and trained him +so it was but right that it should have his services. The +bill was withdrawn and Colonel Goethals was satisfied.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_79' name='page_79'></a>79</span></div> +<p>When we look at the life of this successful man it +seems as if all the years before his going to the Canal +Zone were but a preparation for the great feat that +awaited him there. He was always eager to work, and +when he was a little boy in New York City he earned his +first money by doing errands. At that time he was +eleven years of age, but by the time he was fifteen he +was the cashier and bookkeeper in a market. Other boys +spent their time playing ball, but he worked after school +and every Saturday. He was paid five dollars a week. +His first hope was to be a physician, but the steady +indoor work had weakened his health and he decided to +become a soldier. He thought the excellent military +training would make him well and strong, so he passed +the examinations for West Point Military Academy.</p> +<p>As he knew no one there, George Goethals’ entry into +the famous school was but little noticed. However, as +the months and years passed, every one there was proud +to claim him as a pupil or classmate.</p> +<p>There are three great honors to be won at West Point. +Any man who wins one of these is called an honor man, +and the entire school looks up to him. The first honor +is to have the highest grade as a student. The second +is to be named a leader and an officer over all the rest of +the class. The third is to be chosen for an office by one’s +classmates because they like him. George W. Goethals +won all three of these. He was an honor man in his +studies; his teachers chose him as one of the four captains +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_80' name='page_80'></a>80</span> +taken from his class; and this same class elected him +president in his senior year.</p> +<p>With such a school record it is not at all surprising +that Colonel Goethals made steady progress in the army +and so was considered by President Roosevelt to be the +one person who could build the canal. Since its completion, +this able soldier has continued to serve his +country, and when President Wilson declared we were in +a state of war with Germany, Colonel Goethals was +among the first persons summoned to help plan and +supervise the great war program; for at the root of his +success lies loyalty,––loyalty to his work, to his fellow +men, and to the Government of the United States.</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<table summary=''><tr><td> +<p class='center cg'><i>CHILDREN’S PLEDGE</i></p> +<p class='cg'><br /> +<i>I pledge allegiance to my Flag<br /> +<span class='indent2'> </span>And to the Republic for which it stands;<br /> +One Nation indivisible,<br /> +<span class='indent2'> </span>With liberty and justice for all.</i></p> +</td></tr></table> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_81' name='page_81'></a>81</span> +<a name='JAMES_WHITCOMB_RILEY' id='JAMES_WHITCOMB_RILEY'></a> +<h2>JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY</h2> +</div> +<p>On one of the more modest streets of Indianapolis +there lived, in 1916, an invalid. He was a man sixty-two +years of age, with a genial face that had not been +hardened by his years of suffering. This man, though +living in a modest home and a confirmed invalid, had +the rare distinction of being the most beloved man +in America. While all classes loved him, the children +loved him most; and fortunately they did not wait until +he was dead to show their love. One of the nice things +they used to do was to send him post cards on his birthdays. +Sometimes he would get, on a single birthday, +as many as a thousand cards from school children in all +parts of the country.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_82' name='page_82'></a>82</span></div> +<p>While he could not answer all these cards, he did his +best to let them know that he appreciated their kindly +attention, as the following letter shows:</p> +<blockquote> +<p class='center'>“To the School Children of Indianapolis:</p> +<p>“You are conspirators––every one of you, that’s what +you are! You have conspired to inform the general +public of my birthday, and I am already so old that I +want to forget all about it. But I will be magnanimous +and forgive you, for I know that your intent is really +friendly, and to have such friends as you are makes me––don’t +care how old I am! In fact it makes me so glad +and happy that I feel as absolutely young and spry as a +very schoolboy––even as one of you––and so to all intents +I am.</p> +<p>“Therefore let me be with you throughout the long, +lovely day, and share your mingled joys and blessings +with your parents and your teachers, and, in the words +of little Tim Cratchit: ‘God bless us, every one.’</p> +<p class='ralign'>Ever gratefully and faithfully<span class='rindent8'> </span><br /> +Your old friend,<span class='rindent4'> </span><br /> +James Whitcomb Riley.”<span class='rindent2'> </span></p> +</blockquote> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_10' id='linki_10'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_83' name='page_83'></a>83</span> +<img src='images/p0082-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='351' height='452' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY<br /> +The “Hoosier” Poet<br /> +</p> +</div> +<p>On one of his birthdays the school children of Indianapolis +decided to march in a great throng by his house +and greet him as he sat by his window in an invalid’s +chair. To their sorrow, when this birthday came it rained +hard all day––so hard that they could not think of going +out in the storm. But in the high school was a group +of pupils who decided that no storm could keep them +from showing their love. Accordingly, early in the +evening, in the pouring rain, they gathered about his +home and in clear, ringing tones sang several of his beautiful +poems that had been set to music. So delighted +was the great poet that he invited them in and they +packed his large sitting room. And what an hour they +had together! As they sang he forgot his suffering and +was young again. Before they left he recited several of +his poems in such a pleasing and impressive manner that +I am sure those present will never forget it. One of these, +and one which is a great favorite, is entitled <i>The Old +Swimmin’-Hole</i>.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_84' name='page_84'></a>84</span></div> +<table summary=''><tr><td> +<p class='center cg'>THE OLD SWIMMIN’-HOLE</p> +<p class='cg'><br /> +Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! Whare the crick so still and deep<br /> +Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,<br /> +And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest below<br /> +Sounded like the laugh of something we onc’t ust to know<br /> +Before we could remember anything but the eyes<br /> +Of the angels lookin’ out as we left Paradise;<br /> +But the merry days of Youth is beyond our controle,<br /> +And it’s hard to part ferever with the old swimmin’-hole.<br /> +<br /> +Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the happy days of yore,<br /> +When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore,<br /> +Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tide<br /> +That gazed back at me so gay and glorified,<br /> +It made me love myself, as I leaped to caress<br /> +My shadder smilin’ up at me with sich tenderness.<br /> +But them days is past and gone, and old Time’s tuck his toll<br /> +From the old man come back to the old swimmin’-hole.<br /> +<br /> +Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the long, lazy days<br /> +When the hum-drum of school made so many run-a-ways,<br /> +How pleasant was the jurney down the old dusty lane,<br /> +Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so plane<br /> +You could tell by the dent of the heel and the sole<br /> +They was lots o’ fun on hands at the old swimmin’-hole<br /> +But the lost joys is past! Let your tears in sorrow roll<br /> +Like the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin’-hole.<br /> + +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_85' name='page_85'></a>85</span><br /> +Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! When I last saw the place,<br /> +The scenes was all changed, like the change in my face;<br /> +The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spot<br /> +Whare the old divin’-log lays sunk and fergot.<br /> +And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be––<br /> +But never again will theyr shade shelter me!<br /> +And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul,<br /> +And dive off in my grave like, the old swimmin’-hole.</p> +</td></tr></table> +<p>Though Mr. Riley is no longer with us, he still has the +same big place in our hearts. Why do we love him so? +Is it not because he was able to reach our hearts as few +have done; because he was able in all his poems to speak +the word that we needed most?</p> +<p>James Whitcomb Riley was born at Greenfield, +Indiana, in 1853. His father was a lawyer and farmer +combined. While he did the legal work of the village, +he also owned a farm at the edge of town. As he was a +good speaker he was in constant demand in that part of +the state to speak on all kinds of occasions. Generally, +on these trips, he took young James along; thus it was +that the lad acquired a desire to travel that it took years +of his after life to satisfy.</p> +<p>It was from his mother that James received his +talent for writing poetry. Though never a poet, she was +exceedingly apt, as were all her people, in writing +rhymes. The beautiful tributes that Riley, later in life, +paid his mother show that she always understood and +helped him.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_86' name='page_86'></a>86</span></div> +<p>Greenfield, during the boyhood days of Riley, was +not the kind of town we think of as producing poets. +There were no mountains to kindle the imagination, +and no babbling brooks to encourage meditation. In +every direction were broad stretches of level land largely +covered with forests that still remained untouched. +Between these forest stretches were patches of land that +were cultivated by hand; for at that time there was but +little farm machinery. The greatest single task of the +people was to clear the forests and bring the soil under +cultivation. Greenfield was, therefore, in part an agricultural +town and in part a lumber town. Like most +small towns, it was slow-moving and uninteresting. +The scenes most frequented were the loafing places.</p> +<p>As there was very little in Greenfield for a lad to do, +James’ father very often pressed him into service planting +and cultivating corn, but he never liked it. While at +first we are inclined to regret this, we wonder, had farm +life appealed to him, whether he would have made a great +poet.</p> +<p>Years later in speaking of his lack of experience in +real farm life Mr. Riley says: “Sometimes some real +country boy gives me the round turn on some farm +points. For instance, here comes one slipping up to +me, ‘You never lived on a farm,’ he says. ‘Why not’? +says I. ‘Well,’ he says, ‘a turkey-cock <i>gobbles</i>, but he +doesn’t <i>ky-ouck</i> as your poetry says.’ He has me right +there. It’s the turkey-hen that <i>ky-oucks</i>. ‘Well, you’ll +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_87' name='page_87'></a>87</span> +never hear another turkey-cock of mine <i>ky-ouckin</i>,’ says +I. But generally I hit on the right symbols. I get the +frost on the pumpkin and the fodder in the shock; and I +see the frost on the old axe they split the pumpkins with +for feed, and I get the smell of the fodder and the cattle, +so that it brings up the right picture in the mind of the +reader.”</p> +<p>James never enjoyed his earlier experiences in school. +When he should have been studying his history and +arithmetic lessons he busied himself with writing rhymes. +Later in life he was very sorry that he had not persevered +in his regular school work. There were some things in +school, however, that he did exceptionally well. Few +boys in that part of the state could recite poetry as well +as he, and he was always called on to speak pieces at the +school entertainments. Though some of his teachers +were inclined to neglect him, he had one teacher who +understood him and took a great interest in him. The +name of this teacher was Mr. Lee O. Harris, and Mr. +Riley never tired of saying good things about him. The +fact that Mr. Harris loved literature and had some +poetic ability of his own made it possible for him to see +in James powers that others did not see, and to encourage +him when others discouraged him.</p> +<p>After leaving school James had some experiences that +were so unusual and yet so very interesting that I am +sure we should be delighted to have him, in his own +delightful manner, tell us about them.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_88' name='page_88'></a>88</span></div> +<p>“I tried to read law with my father, but I didn’t seem +to get anywhere. Forgot as diligently as I read; so what +was the use. I had learned the sign-painter’s trade, but +it was hardly what I wanted to do always, and my +health was bad––very bad.</p> +<p>“A doctor here in Greenfield advised me to travel. +But how in the world was I to travel without money. It +was just at this time that the patent-medicine man came +along. He needed a man, and I argued this way: ‘This +man is a doctor, and if I must travel, better travel with +a doctor.’ He had a fine team and a nice looking lot of +fellows with him; so I plucked up courage to ask if I +couldn’t go along and paint his advertisements for him.</p> +<p>“I rode out of town without saying goodbye to anyone, +and though my patron wasn’t a doctor with a diploma, +as I found out, he was a mighty fine man, and kind to his +horses, which was a recommendation. He was a man of +good habits, and the whole company was made up of +good straight boys.</p> +<p>“My experience with him put an idea into my head–– +a business idea, for a wonder––and the next year I went +down to Anderson and went into partnership with a +young fellow to travel. We organized a scheme of advertising +with paint, and we called our business ‘The Graphic +Company.’ We had five or six young fellows, all musicians, +as well as handy painters, and we used to capture +the towns with our music. One fellow could whistle like +a nightingale, another sang like an angel, and another +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_89' name='page_89'></a>89</span> +played the banjo. I scuffled with the violin and guitar.</p> +<p>“Our only dissipation was clothes. We dressed loud. +You could hear our clothes an incalculable distance. We +had an idea it helped business. Our plan was to take one +firm of each business in town, painting its advertisement +on every road leading to town.</p> +<p>“You’ve heard the story about my traveling all over +the state as a blind sign-painter? Well, that started +this way: One day we were in a small town, and a great +crowd was watching us in breathless wonder and curiosity; +and one of our party said; ‘Riley, let me introduce +you as a blind sign-painter.’ So just for the mischief I +put on a crazy look in the eyes, and pretended to be +blind. They led me carefully to the ladder, and handed +me my brush and paints. It was great fun. I’d hear +them saying as I worked, ‘That feller ain’t blind.’ ‘Yes +he is; see his eyes.’ ‘No, he ain’t, I tell you; he’s playin’ +off.’ ‘I tell you he <i>is</i> blind. Didn’t you see him fall over +a box and spill all his paints?’</p> +<p>“Now, that’s all there was to it. I was a blind sign-painter +one day and forgot it the next. We were all +boys, and jokers, naturally enough, but not lawless. All +were good fellows, all had nice homes and good people.”</p> +<p>When he had spent four years with “The Graphic +Company” he accepted a position as reporter for a paper +published at Anderson, Indiana. In addition to his +reporting work he wrote many short poems in the Hoosier +dialect that took well. So successful was his work on +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_90' name='page_90'></a>90</span> +this paper that Judge Martindale of the Indianapolis Journal +offered him a position on that paper. About the first +thing he now did was to write a series of Benjamin F. +Johnson poems. In speaking of this series Mr. Riley said, +“These all appeared with editorial comment, as if they +came from an old Hoosier farmer of Boone County. They +were so well received that I gathered them together in +a little parchment volume, which I called, ‘The Old Swimmin’-Hole +and ‘Leven More Poems’, my first book.”</p> +<p>This book met with immediate favor. Speakers from +east to west quoted from it. All wanted to know who +the author really was. Modest as Mr. Riley was, he had +to confess that he had written the book. Other books +followed in close succession until when he died he had +written forty-two volumes. But people were not satisfied +with reading his books merely, they wanted to see +and hear him. He, therefore, began in a modest way +to read his poems before audiences in his native state. +So delighted were these audiences, for he was a charming +reader as well as a capable writer, that urgent calls +came from every state in the Union to come and read for +them. For a number of years he traveled widely and +appeared before thousands of audiences, but this kind of +life never appealed to him.</p> +<p>Though he never married, Mr. Riley was always fond +of the quiet of a modest home. Accordingly, the closing +years of his life were spent in semi-retirement in his cozy +home on Lockerbie Street, Indianapolis.</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_91' name='page_91'></a>91</span> +<a name='HELEN_KELLER' id='HELEN_KELLER'></a> +<h2>HELEN KELLER</h2> +</div> +<p>A little girl was traveling with her father and mother. +They were going from a little town in Alabama to the +city of Baltimore. The journey was long and, as the +little girl was only six years old, she wanted toys and +playthings with which to pass the time.</p> +<p>The kind conductor let her have his punch when he +was not using it. She found that it was great fun to +punch dozens of little holes in a piece of cardboard and +she would touch each hole with one of her little fingers, but +she did not count them because she had not learned how.</p> +<p>By and by a pleasant lady thought she would make +a rag doll for the little traveler. She rolled two towels +up in such a way that they looked very much like a doll, +and the little girl eagerly took the new plaything in her +arms. She rocked it and loved it; but something +troubled her, for she kept feeling the doll’s face and holding +it out to the friends who sat near her. They did not +understand what was the matter.</p> +<p>Suddenly she jumped down and ran over to where her +mother’s cape had been placed. This cape was trimmed +with large beads. The little girl pulled off two beads +and turning to her mother pointed once more to the +doll’s face. Then her mother understood that her +daughter wanted the doll to have eyes; so she sewed +the beads firmly to the towel and the little girl was +happy.</p> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_11' id='linki_11'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_92' name='page_92'></a>92</span> +<img src='images/p0092-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='356' height='296' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +HELEN KELLER<br /> +“Hearing” Caruso Sing<br /> +</p> +</div> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_93' name='page_93'></a>93</span></div> +<p>Are you wondering why the little girl did not talk and +tell what she wanted? She could not. Just think, she +was six years old and could not speak a word! All she +could do was to make a few queer sounds. Perhaps, too, +you wonder why she was so anxious for the towel doll to +have eyes. I think it was because although she herself +was blind, she liked to fancy her doll had eyes that +could see the beauties of the world. To be blind and +speechless seems hard indeed, but besides lacking these +two great gifts, this little girl was deaf. Think of +it! She could not hear, she could not see, and she +could not talk.</p> +<p>Yet this same little girl learned to talk. She learned +to read, with her fingers, books printed for the blind in +raised letters. She studied the same lessons that other +children had in school, and she worked so hard that she +was able to go to college.</p> +<p>Should you not like to hear Helen Keller, for that is +the name of the little girl, tell about herself?</p> +<p>She says: “I was born on June 27, 1880, in Tuscumbia, +a little town of Northern Alabama. I am told that while +I was still in long dresses I showed many signs of an +eager, self-asserting disposition. They say I walked the +day I was a year old. My mother had just taken me out +of the bath-tub and was holding me in her lap, when I +was suddenly attracted by the flickering shadows of +leaves that danced in the sunlight on the smooth floor. +I slipped from my mother’s lap and almost ran toward +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_94' name='page_94'></a>94</span> +them. The impulse gone, I fell down, and cried for her +to take me in her arms.</p> +<p>“These happy days did not last long, for an illness +came which closed my eyes and ears and plunged me +into the unconsciousness of a new born baby. The +doctor thought I could not live. Early one morning, +however, the fever left me, but I was never to see or hear +again.”</p> +<p>From the time of her recovery until the journey of +which we have been reading, Helen Keller lived in silence +and darkness. This journey was undertaken in order to +consult a famous physician who had cured many cases of +blindness. Mr. and Mrs. Keller hoped this gentleman +could help their child, and you can imagine how sad they +were when he said he could do nothing. However, he sent +them to consult Dr. Alexander Graham Bell, who had +taught many deaf children to speak. Dr. Bell played +with Helen and she sat on his knee and fingered curiously +his heavy gold watch. He not only advised her +parents to get a special teacher for her, but told them of +a school in Boston in which he thought they could find +some one able to unlock the doors of knowledge for the +little girl. This was in the summer, and the next March +Miss Sullivan went to Alabama to be Helen Keller’s +friend and teacher.</p> +<p>Let us read how the little girl felt when this kind, +loving woman came. “On the afternoon of that eventful +day I stood on the porch, dumb, expectant. I felt +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_95' name='page_95'></a>95</span> +approaching footsteps. I stretched out my hand, as I +supposed, to my mother. Some one took it and I was +caught up and held close in the arms of her who had come +to reveal all things to me.</p> +<p>“The next morning my teacher gave me a doll. When +I had played with it a little while, Miss Sullivan slowly +spelled into my hand the word d-o-l-l. I was at once +interested in this finger play and tried to imitate it. +When I at last succeeded I was flushed with pleasure and +pride. In the days that followed I learned to spell a +great many words with my fingers, among them were +pin, hat, cup, sit, stand, and walk.</p> +<p>“But my teacher had been with me several weeks before +I understood that everything has a name.”</p> +<p>Months and years of happy companionship now came +to pass for Helen Keller. Every winter she and +her teacher went to Boston where they had greater +chances for study than in the little southern town. +Here Helen learned about snow for the first time and +all her memories of her studies in these years are +joined with remembrances of the merry times she had +after school riding on a sled or toboggan and playing +in the snow.</p> +<p>It was when Helen was ten years old that she learned +to speak. This was a great and wonderful experience. +Her teacher took her to a lady who had offered to teach +her. It was not easy for a deaf child to learn to talk, and +Miss Keller says:</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_96' name='page_96'></a>96</span></div> +<p>“The lady passed my hands lightly over her face +and let me feel the position of her tongue and lips when +she made a sound. I was eager to imitate every motion, +and in an hour had learned to make the sounds of M, P, +A, S, T, I. In all I had eleven lessons. I shall never +forget the surprise and delight I felt when I uttered my +first connected sentence, ‘It is warm.’ After that my +work was practise, practise, practise. Discouragement +and weariness cast me down frequently; but the next +moment the thought that I should soon be at home and +show my loved ones what I could do spurred me on and +I thought, ‘My little sister will understand me now.’ +When I had made speech my own, I could not wait to go +home. My eyes fill now as I think how my mother +pressed me close to her, taking in every word I spoke, +while little Mildred kissed my hand and danced.”</p> +<p>Now a new world was indeed open to the bright girl +who was so anxious to learn. She finished studies similar +to those taught in the eight grades of our schools and +began to prepare for college. Miss Sullivan was still with +her and, although she had for a tutor a kind, patient +man who taught her algebra, geometry, and Greek, it +was Miss Sullivan who sat beside her and talked into +the girl’s hands the tutor’s explanations and made it +possible for her to enter Radcliffe College in Cambridge, +Massachusetts.</p> +<p>While at college Miss Keller, with Miss Sullivan, +attended classes and followed the lessons through the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_97' name='page_97'></a>97</span> +help of this noble teacher who gave some of her best +years to training her pupil. College life brought many +pleasures and interests into Helen Keller’s life, and when +she finished her work there, it scarcely seemed possible +that the bright, informed young woman had ever been +kept a prisoner by darkness and silence.</p> +<p>Today Miss Keller often appears in public and tells +to large audiences some of her thoughts and opinions. +She is a pleasant-faced, rather serious woman and, while +her voice has a hoarse sound, quite different from the +usual tones of the human voice, it is possible to understand +her very well indeed. Her teacher is still with her +as a companion and it would be hard to say who has +worked the harder in the past years of study, Miss +Keller or her devoted friend.</p> +<p>Upon being asked what were her greatest pleasures +Helen Keller named reading, outdoor sports, playing +with her pet dogs, and meeting people. What she says +about each of these pleasures is so interesting that you +will surely be glad to read it and see, perhaps, if you and +she, by any chance, think alike.</p> +<p>She says, “Books have meant so much more to me +than to many others who can get knowledge through +their eyes and ears. My book friends talk to me +with no awkwardness, and I am never shut away +from them; but reading is not my only amusement. I +also enjoy canoeing and sailing. I like to walk on country +roads. Whenever it is possible my dog accompanies +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_98' name='page_98'></a>98</span> +me on a sail or a walk. I have had many dog friends. +They seem to understand me, and always keep close +beside me when I am alone. I love their friendly ways, +and the eloquent wag of their tails. I have often been +asked, ‘Do not people bore you?’ I do not understand +what that means. A hearty handshake or a friendly letter +gives me genuine pleasure.”</p> +<p>But it has not always been easy for her to be cheerful +and contented. She has had many struggles with sad +thoughts when she thinks how she sits outside life’s gate +and cannot enter into the light; cannot hear the music +or enjoy the friendly speech of the world. When these +gloomy ideas come to her mind she remembers, “There is +joy in self-forgetfulness,” and tries to find her happiness +in the lives of others.</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<table summary=''><tr><td> +<p class='cg'>“<i>One flag, one land;<br /> +<span class='indent2'> </span>One heart, one hand:<br /> +One Nation over all.</i>”<br /> +<br /></p> +<p class='ralign cg'>––<span class='smcap'>Oliver Wendell Holmes.</span></p> +</td></tr></table> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_99' name='page_99'></a>99</span> +<a name='WILBUR_AND_ORVILLE_WRIGHT' id='WILBUR_AND_ORVILLE_WRIGHT'></a> +<h2>WILBUR AND ORVILLE WRIGHT</h2> +</div> +<p>There is a poem called “Darius Green and His Flying +Machine.” In this poem Darius, a country boy says, +“The birds can fly and why can’t I?” A Greek story, +centuries old, tells how a certain man and his son made +themselves wings of wax. They flew far out over the +sea, but the warm sun melted the waxen wings, and the +two flying men were drowned.</p> +<p>Today the aeroplanes cut through the air with great +speed. There are many different designs, and daring +young men are eager to manage these swift flying crafts.</p> +<p>However, it is but a short time since two American +boys made the first successful flights in the United States +and started a factory for building aeroplanes. Wilbur +and Orville Wright lived in Dayton, Ohio. Their father +was a minister, who spent his spare time working with +tools. Once he invented a typewriter, but it was never +put on the market. The boys were interested in his +workshop, and while very young began to find their +greatest pleasure in making things that would go.</p> +<p>It was in the year 1879, when Orville was eight years +old, that his father brought home a toy that made a great +impression on the boyish mind. It was called a heliocopter, +but the Wright boys called it “the bat.” Made +of bamboo, cork, and thin paper, it had two propellers +that revolved in opposite directions by the untwining of +rubber bands that controlled them. When thrown +against the ceiling, it would hover in the air for a time. +They made many models of this toy, but after a time +they became tired of it and wanted to build something +more difficult.</p> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_12' id='linki_12'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_100' name='page_100'></a>100</span> +<img src='images/p0100-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='355' height='451' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<i>Photograph from Dayton, Ohio, Journal</i><br /> +<br /> +ORVILLE WRIGHT<br /> +Joint Inventor of the Aeroplane<br /> +</p> +</div> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_101' name='page_101'></a>101</span></div> +<p>Their first venture was a printing press; and when +Orville was fifteen years of age, they were publishing a +four-page paper called the Midget. They did all the +work from editor to delivery boys.</p> +<p>Just about this time the bicycle craze passed over the +country. Everyone rode a wheel. Automobiles were +unknown, and the new machines, that could be ridden +so fast along the highways, seemed a wonderful invention. +The Wright brothers had no money to buy a bicycle, so +they made one. You may laugh when you hear that +they used a piece of old gas pipe for the frame, but +nevertheless they succeeded in their undertaking and +could ride as well on their home-made machine as their +friends did on expensive, high-grade ones. No doubt +they had many long rides and great sport with the +bicycle they had built, but the Wright brothers always +found their greatest pleasure in making things rather +than in using them. Therefore, it did not seem +strange to any one when they said they wanted something +better than a bicycle; but when it became known +that instead of riding rapidly over city streets and +country roads they wanted to fly through the air like +birds, the people were amazed and thought the two boys +had lost their wits.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_102' name='page_102'></a>102</span></div> +<p>So to do this and buy materials with which to build +their new machine, they opened a bicycle repair shop. +It was in the shed back of this shop that they first made +their models of air craft. They had no wealthy friends +to back them with money. They had no chance to go +abroad, where clever men were being urged by their governments +to make experiments with what the world called +“flying machines.” They were not able to go to college +or to any school where they could obtain help in working +out their plan, so they started in to study by themselves +what the German, French, and English inventors +had to say about the art of flying.</p> +<p>Seemingly, nothing discouraged them. Everywhere +the newspapers and magazines were poking fun at mad +inventors who thought men would some day soar through +the air as birds do. There was a Professor Langley, a +man much older than the Wright brothers, who finished +a machine in 1896. It flew perfectly, on the sixth day of +May in that year. The flight was made near Washington, +D. C., along the Potomac river for the distance +of about three-quarters of a mile. He made another +successful flight in November. Then the United States +Government urged him to build a full-sized machine, +capable of carrying a man. He completed this machine +in 1903 and attempted to launch it on the seventh day of +October in that year. An accident caused the machine +to fall into the Potomac. The aviator was thrown out +and came near drowning. Professor Langley tried to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_103' name='page_103'></a>103</span> +launch his machine again in December and the same accident +occurred. The machine was broken. The newspapers +made cruel fun of Professor Langley; he was +criticized in the U. S. Congress; and overcome by grief at +the failure of his great idea he tried no more. Two years +later he died, crushed and broken in spirit.</p> +<p>But the Wright brothers did not let any such unkind +comment hinder their work. They kept on studying +the flight of birds. Lying flat on their backs they would +watch birds for whole afternoons at a time, until at last +they came to believe that a bird himself is really an aeroplane. +The parts of the wings close to the body are +supporting planes, while the portions that can be flapped +are the propellers. Watch a hawk or a buzzard soaring +and you will see they move their wings but little. They +balance themselves on the rising currents of air. A +hawk finds that on a clear warm day the air currents are +high and rise with a rotary motion. That is why we see +these birds go sailing round and round. When you see +one poised above a steep hill on a damp, windy day you +may be sure he is balancing himself in the air which rises +from its slope and he will be able to glide down at will.</p> +<p>The Wright brothers were certain if they could balance +a machine in the air they could make it go. To find +out how to do this they made a difficult experiment with +delicate sheets of metal balanced in a long tube. Through +this tube steady currents of air were blown. The speed +with which the currents were sent through the tube +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_104' name='page_104'></a>104</span> +was changed often, as well as the angles of sending. +Over and over they did this, until they were sure of the +same results each time. They knew how to plan the +shape of a surface that would do what they wanted it to +in the air, and they were soon ready to make a trial flight +with their aeroplane.</p> +<p>The United States Weather Bureau told them the +winds were strongest and steadiest at Kitty Hawk, +North Carolina, and there they made their first test +flights in 1900. That year they had only two minutes +of actual sailing in the air. But they went back the +next year and the next, learning more each time, and +working untiringly.</p> +<p>One day Dr. Octave Chanute, the man who knew +more than any one else in the United States about flying, +appeared suddenly at Kitty Hawk. He watched them, +and gave as his opinion that they had gone farther than +any one else in this new art. Cheered by his words they +began to work harder. Now that they could balance in +the air they must make their machine go.</p> +<p>It took them a year to learn to turn a corner. During +the years 1904 and 1905, they made 154 flights. At +last they were ready, in 1909, to make a test for our +government. The United States said it would pay +$25,000 for a machine capable of going forty miles an +hour. Every mile above this speed would be paid for +at the rate of $2500 and for every mile less than this down +to the rate of thirty-six miles an hour they would deduct +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_105' name='page_105'></a>105</span> +$2500 from the purchase money. The flight was to be in +a measured course of five miles from Ft. Meyer to +Alexandria, Va. It was not an easy flight, and it +was considered to be more difficult than crossing +the English Channel, a feat then engaging the attention +of Europeans.</p> +<p>Orville Wright with one passenger made the flight in +fourteen minutes and forty-two seconds, a rate of speed +a little more than forty-two miles an hour. Army +officers then went to him to learn how to manage the +machine, for even then it was believed the greatest use +of the aeroplane would be in war.</p> +<p>When Orville Wright was succeeding in this country, +Wilbur Wright went to France with one of their machines. +At first the French people laughed, made +cartoons of him and his machine, even wrote a song about +his effort; but he soon rose above all such petty and silly +things. The French people began to see the progress +the Americans were making and took hold of the new +invention more rapidly than any other nation.</p> +<p>On the same trip, Wilbur Wright visited Italy, +Germany, and England, making many flights and winning +a large number of prizes. When he returned to +this country he was overwhelmed with dinners, receptions, +and medals. He made a great flight in New York +City, encircling the Statue of Liberty in the harbor and +flying from Governor’s Island to Grant’s Tomb and +return, a distance of twenty-one miles.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_106' name='page_106'></a>106</span></div> +<p>Not long after these successes Wilbur died, and his +brother Orville was left to go on with their plans. Orville +still lives in Dayton, Ohio, and has a large factory given +over to building aeroplanes.</p> +<p>Long before the outbreak of the great war he had +said warfare could be carried on extensively in the air, +and that we were realizing but a few of the uses of this +new invention. Although he believes air travel will +become quite an everyday happening, he does not expect +it to take the place of the railroad or the steam boat. +However, he hopes to see the government carry the +mails by an aerial route, and to go quickly and easily to +out-of-the-way places.</p> +<p>At present his greatest interest lies in making an +aeroplane that is simple enough for any one to manage +and at the same time can be sold at a low enough price +for the average person to own. This may not seem possible +to you, but remember no one ever believed the +Wright boys would be able to fly, so it would not be +strange if before many years aeroplanes were used as +much as automobiles are today. In fact, Orville Wright +says: “The time is not far distant when people will take +their Sunday afternoon spins in their aeroplanes precisely +as they do now in their automobiles. People need only +to recover from the impression that it is a dangerous +sport, instead of being, when adopted by rational persons, +one of the safest. It is also far more comfortable. The +driver of an automobile, even under the most favorable +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_107' name='page_107'></a>107</span> +circumstances, lives at a constant nerve tension. He +must keep always on the lookout for obstructions in +the road, for other automobiles, and for sudden emergencies. +A long drive, therefore, is likely to be an exhausting +operation. Now the aeroplane has a great future +because this element of nerve tension is absent. The +driver enjoys the proceeding as much as his passengers +and probably more. Winds no longer terrorize the airman. +He goes up except in the very bad days.”</p> +<p>Concluding he says: “Aeroplaning as a sport will +attract women as well as men. Women make excellent +passengers. I have never yet taken up one who was +not extremely eager to repeat the experience. This fact +will, of course, hasten the day when the aeroplane will be +a great sporting and social diversion.”</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p><i>“Life affords no higher pleasure than that of surmounting +difficulties, passing from one step of success to another, +forming new wishes and seeing them gratified. He that +labors in any great or laudable undertaking has his fatigues +first supported by hope and afterwards rewarded by joy.”</i></p> +<p class='ralign'>––<span class='smcap'>Dr. Johnson.</span></p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_13' id='linki_13'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_108' name='page_108'></a>108</span> +<img src='images/p0108-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='354' height='453' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +ROBERT E. PEARY<br /> +Discoverer of the North Pole<br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_109' name='page_109'></a>109</span> +<a name='ROBERT_E_PEARY' id='ROBERT_E_PEARY'></a> +<h2>ROBERT E. PEARY</h2> +</div> +<p>Robert E. Peary was born at Cresson Springs, Pennsylvania, +May 6th, 1856. When he was but three years +of age his father died and his young mother moved back +to her old home at Portland, Maine. Here his boyhood +days were spent in fishing and swimming in the bay, or +in roaming over the hills and through the forests. True, +the fields with their birds and flowers interested him to +some extent, but the mighty ocean, heaving with its +mysterious tides and beset with treacherous gales, interested +him most. Never did he tire of the stories of +danger and hardship as told by the sturdy, adventurous +fishermen. So eager was he to learn the mysteries of +the mighty deep that he would sit for hours at a time +listening to the sailors as they explained the tides and +shifting winds. Little did he realize in those early days +that this was precisely the knowledge that he would later +need in his work as an arctic explorer.</p> +<p>But the fishermen were not his only teachers; for so +faithful was he in his regular school work that, at the age +of seventeen, he was ready to enter college. Bowdoin, +the oldest and best known college in the state, was +chosen. Upon his graduation, at the age of twenty-one, +he was ready to start in life. But where should he go +and what should he do? Odd as it then seemed to his +friends, he chose the little village of Fryeburg, away back +amid the mountains of Maine. Here he hung out his +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_110' name='page_110'></a>110</span> +sign as land surveyor. As practically no one in that +little town wanted land surveyed, he had much leisure +time which he spent in long hikes over the mountains +and along the trout streams. This experience further +fitted him for his tasks as an arctic explorer.</p> +<p>That he had always been an energetic student was +shown by his success in passing the United States Civil +Service examination which he took at the age of twenty-five. +This examination, given by the Navy Department, +was for the purpose of choosing civil engineers. +Out of forty who took the examination only four passed, +and Mr. Peary was the youngest of the four.</p> +<p>As soon as he had won the rank of Lieutenant, his +first task was to estimate carefully the cost of building a +huge pier at Key West, Florida. When the estimate +was handed in, the contractors said that it could not be +built for that amount. Since Lieutenant Peary insisted +that it could, the government told him to engineer the +building of the pier himself. This he did so skillfully +that he saved for the government thirty thousand +dollars.</p> +<p>So brilliant was this success that he was sent to +Nicaragua to engineer the survey for the Inter-Oceanic +Canal. Here his experience in equipping an expedition, +and in managing half-civilized men, further fitted +him for his great work in the north land.</p> +<p>Prior to this time he seems never to have thought of +arctic explorations, for he writes: “One evening in one of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_111' name='page_111'></a>111</span> +my favorite haunts, an old book store in Washington, I +came upon a fugitive paper on the Inland Ice of Greenland. +A chord, which as a boy had vibrated intensely +in me at the reading of Kane’s wonderful book, was +touched again. I read all I could upon the subject, +noted the conflicting experiences of the explorers, and +felt that I must see for myself what the truth was of this +great mysterious interior.” Then it was, as he tells us +later, that he caught the “Arctic Fever” which he never +got over until he had discovered the North Pole. As a +result of this fever he has made nine trips into the +north land, and these expeditions have consumed so much +time that, though he had been married twenty-one years +when he reached the Pole, only three of these years had +been spent in the quiet of his home with his family.</p> +<p>Interested as we are in all these expeditions, we are +most interested, I am sure, in the one in which he reached +his goal.</p> +<p>Embarked on the good ship <i>Roosevelt</i>, his expedition +had no trouble in reaching Etah Fiord on the north coast +of Greenland. This place interests us because it is the +northernmost Eskimo village and is within seven hundred +miles of the Pole.</p> +<p>In speaking of these Eskimos, Mr. Peary says: “There +are now between two hundred and twenty and two +hundred and thirty in the tribe. They are savages, but +they are not savage; they are without government, but +they are not lawless; they are utterly uneducated according +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_112' name='page_112'></a>112</span> +to our standard, yet they exhibit a remarkable degree +of intelligence. In temperament like children, with a +child’s delight in little things, they are nevertheless +enduring as the most mature of civilized men and women, +and the best of them are faithful unto death. Without +religion and having no idea of God, they will share their +last meal with anyone who is hungry. They have no +vices, no intoxicants, and no bad habits––not even +gambling. Altogether they are a people unique upon +the face of the earth.”</p> +<p>In his journeys into the far North Mr. Peary enjoyed +many a walrus hunt. How should you like to hunt +walruses? Before you answer read the following description +of a walrus hunt:</p> +<p>“Walrus-hunting is the best sport in the shooting line +that I know. There is something doing when you tackle +a herd of fifty-odd, weighing between one and two tons +each, that go for you whether wounded or not; that can +punch a hole through eight inches of young ice; that try +to get into the boat to get at or upset you,––we could +never make out which, and didn’t care, as the result to +us would have been the same,––or else try to raise your +boat and stave holes in it.</p> +<p>“Getting in a mix-up with a herd, when every man in +the whale-boat is standing by to repel boarders, hitting +them over the head with oars, boat-hooks, axes, and +yelling like a cheering section at a football game to try +to scare them off; with the rifles going like young Gatling +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_113' name='page_113'></a>113</span> +guns, and the walruses bellowing from pain and anger, +coming to the surface with mad rushes, sending the +water up in the air till you would think a flock of geysers +was turned loose in your immediate vicinity––oh, it’s +great!”</p> +<p>The <i>Roosevelt</i> after leaving Etah Fiord was able to go +as far north as Cape Sheridan, about 500 miles from +the North Pole. Here, on February 15, 1909, the little +party left the ship for the long journey over a wide waste +of ice. The army that was to fight the bitter polar cold +was made up of six white men, one negro, fifty-nine +Eskimos, one hundred forty dogs, and twenty-three +sledges.</p> +<p>For the first hundred miles after leaving the ship +they were forced to cut their way through vast stretches +of jagged ice. After twenty-four days of struggle, only +twenty-four men remained; all the others having been +sent back. These twenty-four, however, were the +freshest and strongest. On they battled, always sending +back the weakest. Finally, when but two degrees from +the Pole, only the negro, four Eskimos, Mr. Peary and +forty dogs remained.</p> +<p>Suppose we ask Mr. Peary, in his own language, to +describe the final dash to the pole.</p> +<p>“This was that for which I had worked for thirty-two +years; for which I had trained myself as for a race. +For success now, in spite of my fifty-three years, I felt +trim-fit for the demands of the coming days and eager to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_114' name='page_114'></a>114</span> +be on the trail. As for my party, my equipment, and my +supplies, I was in shape beyond my fondest dreams of +earlier years. My party was as loyal and responsive to +my will as the fingers of my right hand. Two of them +had been my companions to the farthest point three +years before. Two others were in Clark’s division, +which had such a narrow escape at that time, and were +now willing to go anywhere. My dogs were the very +best. Almost all were powerful males, hard as nails and +in good spirits. My supplies were ample for forty days.</p> +<p>“I decided that I should strain every nerve to make +five marches of fifteen miles each, crowding these marches +in such a way as to bring us to the end of the fifth long +enough before noon to permit the immediate taking of +an observation for latitude.”</p> +<p>Usually these marches were for ten or twelve hours, +and the distance covered averaged about twenty-five +miles. The dangers encountered are suggested by the +following: “Near the end of the march I came upon a +lead which was just opening. It was ten yards wide +directly in front of me, but a few yards to the east was an +apparently good crossing where the single crack was +divided into several. I signaled to the sledges to hurry; +then, running to the place, I had time to pick a road +across the moving ice cakes and return to help teams +across before the lead widened so as to be impassable. +This passage was effected by my jumping from one cake +to another, picking the way, and making sure that the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_115' name='page_115'></a>115</span> +cake would not tilt under the weight of the dogs and +the sledge, returning to the former cake where the dogs +were, encouraging the dogs ahead while the driver +steered the sledge across from cake to cake, and threw +his weight from one side to the other so that it could not +overturn. We got the sledges across several cracks so +wide that while the dogs had no trouble in jumping, the men +had to be pretty active in order to follow the long sledges.”</p> +<p>Luckily at the end of the fifth march they were less +than two miles from the pole. Should you like to know +how Mr. Peary felt at this eventful hour?</p> +<p>“Of course, I had many sensations that made sleep +impossible for hours, despite my utter fatigue––the sensations +of a lifetime; but I have no room for them here. +The first thirty hours at the Pole were spent in taking +observations; in going some ten miles beyond our camp, +and some eight miles to the right of it; in taking photographs, +planting my flags, depositing my records, studying +the horizon with my telescope for possible land, and +searching for a place to make a sounding. Ten hours +after our arrival the clouds cleared before a light breeze +from our left, and from that time until our departure on +the afternoon of April 7th the weather was cloudless +and flawless. The coldest temperature during the +thirty hours was thirty-three degrees below zero, and +the warmest twelve below.”</p> +<p>Thus it was that after the nations of the world had +sent out over five hundred expeditions in search of the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_116' name='page_116'></a>116</span> +North Pole, an American, educated in Old New England, +schooled in hardship in the United States Navy, planted +“Old Glory” at the northernmost point of this mighty +world. To Admiral Peary, then, is conceded the +greatest scientific triumph of the century and April +sixth, 1909, is a memorable day in the history of America +and the world.</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p class='center'><i>THE AMERICAN’S CREED</i></p> +<p>I believe in the United States of America as a government +of the people, by the people, for the people, whose just +powers are derived from the consent of the governed; a +democracy in a republic; a sovereign Nation of many +sovereign States, a perfect Union, one and inseparable; +established upon those principles of freedom, equality, +justice, and humanity for which American patriots sacrificed +their lives and fortunes.</p> +<p>I therefore believe it is my duty to my country to love it; +to support its Constitution; to obey its laws; to respect its +flag, and to defend it against all enemies.</p> +<p class='ralign'>––<span class='smcap'>William Tyler Page</span>.</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_117' name='page_117'></a>117</span> +<a name='WILLIAM_JENNINGS_BRYAN' id='WILLIAM_JENNINGS_BRYAN'></a> +<h2>WILLIAM JENNINGS BRYAN</h2> +</div> +<p>In the summer of 1880 three speakers were advertised +to deliver democratic addresses at a farmers’ picnic to be +held in a grove near Salem, Illinois. When the eventful +hour arrived, the only person present to hear the speeches +was the owner of the grove. For an hour the speakers +waited but no one else came. While each was disappointed +and humiliated, it was a crushing blow to the +young man who was to speak third on the list. This +was his home community, and his own neighbors and +townsmen had thus ignored him.</p> +<p>For six years he had been away to school, and during +all that time he made a special study of public speaking. +So good was he in the art of speaking that his college had +heaped many honors upon him. He was chosen one of +the speakers on graduation day, and most important of +all, he had been chosen to represent his college in the +annual oratorical contest with the other colleges of the +state. Now, after all these honors, he had come back +to his home vicinity, and for some mysterious reason the +people would not hear him. Surely this was enough to +dampen the ardor of any ordinary young man and put +an end to his speaking career.</p> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_14' id='linki_14'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_118' name='page_118'></a>118</span> +<img src='images/p0118-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='354' height='451' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +WILLIAM JENNINGS BRYAN<br /> +The Great Commoner<br /> +</p> +</div> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_119' name='page_119'></a>119</span></div> +<p>It was a hot August day in 1914. On every road +entering a beautiful Indiana city, strings of automobiles +were seen hurrying to the city. Farmers, busy as they +were, forgot their work and hastened to the city. +Merchants, too, had locked their stores and refused to sell +goods. Why all the excitement? At the edge of the +city, in a huge steel auditorium that seated thousands, +the people were gathering––and such a multitude––people +as far as the eye could see. Soon the speaker of +the afternoon was introduced. For two hours he held +that vast throng as no other man in America and possibly +in the world could have done. So magnetic was his +personality and so genuine his appeal that the people +forgot the heat and gave him the closest possible +attention.</p> +<p>Odd as it may seem, the speaker before this vast +Chautauqua throng was the same man that, years before, +had tried to speak near Salem when no one would hear +him. Why the difference? What had he done that had +made the people so eager to see and hear him?</p> +<p>To answer these questions it will be necessary to study +his life. Mr. Bryan was born at Salem, Illinois, March +19, 1860. Though he is of Irish descent, his ancestors +have lived in this country for more than a hundred years. +Through all these years the Bryans have belonged to the +middle class. While none of them have been very rich, +on the other hand none have been extremely poor. +Though members of the family have entered practically +every profession, more have engaged in farming than in +all the other professions combined.</p> +<p>Fortunately for Mr. Bryan, most of his boyhood was +spent on a farm. When he was but six years of age his +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_120' name='page_120'></a>120</span> +father purchased a farm six miles from Salem. It was +indeed an eventful day for young William when they +moved to the large farm with its spacious farm house +and broad lawns. From the first the animals interested +him most. William’s father, seeing this, built a small +deer park. Here the deer, unmolested by dogs or hunters, +became so tame that the lad never tired of petting +and feeding them.</p> +<p>With the abundant, nutritious food of the farm, with +plenty of fresh air, sunshine, and exercise, William soon +grew into a sturdy, broad-shouldered, deep-chested lad. +Those who knew him best say that while the other boys +always had their pockets filled with keys, strings, and +tops, his were sure to be filled with cookies and doughnuts.</p> +<p>William’s first day in school was indeed eventful. +Ten years old and large for his age, he seemed out of +place in the first grade where the pupils were so much +younger and smaller. Soon, however, the teacher discovered +that he did not belong in this grade. Though +he had never been at school, his faithful mother had +taught him to read so well that he at once took his place +with pupils of his own age.</p> +<p>After five years in the public school of Salem he was +sent to Jacksonville, Illinois, where he attended Whipple +Academy. From the Academy he entered Illinois College, +also in Jacksonville. Mr. Bryan says that the +thing that most impressed him in college was his tussle +with Latin and Greek. From the first these dead +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_121' name='page_121'></a>121</span> +languages did not appeal to him. Again and again he +pleaded with his parents to be permitted to drop these +studies but they insisted on his taking the “Classical +Course.”</p> +<p>Though he was of ideal size and build for football and +baseball, neither appealed to him. The only forms of +athletics that he liked were running and jumping. Only +once was he able to carry away a prize. This was when +he won the broad jump with twelve feet and four inches +as the distance covered.</p> +<p>It was in speaking contests of all kinds that young +Bryan took the deepest interest. When he was but a +green freshman in the Academy, he had the courage to +enter the declamatory contest. No one worked harder, +but in spite of his best efforts he was given a place next +to the foot of the list. Unwilling to yield to discouragement, +he tried again the next year. This time he got +third place.</p> +<p>The following September he entered college, and during +his freshman year took part in two contests, getting +second place in each. During his sophomore year, he +had the satisfaction of winning first place in declamation. +Then it was that he made his boldest effort. He delivered +an oration that he himself had written, and again +won first place. After these successes it was not to be +wondered at that his college elected him to represent the +school in the intercollegiate oratorical contest. Pitted +against the ablest contestants of the other colleges of the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_122' name='page_122'></a>122</span> +state, he was able to win second place, for which he +received a prize of fifty dollars.</p> +<p>Suppose Mr. Bryan had decided when he lost his first +three contests never to try again, thus yielding to +defeat, do you think he ever could have become the +famous orator that he now is?</p> +<p>From Mr. Bryan’s picture we see that he is a large, +good-natured, friendly man. Should you like to know +how he looked when he was a young fellow? If you +should, the following from the pen of the lady who afterward +became his wife will interest you.</p> +<p>“I saw him first in the parlors of the young ladies’ +school which I attended in Jacksonville. He entered the +room with several other students, was taller than the +rest, and attracted my attention at once. His face was +pale and thin; a pair of keen dark eyes looked out from +beneath heavy brows; his nose was prominent, too large +to look well, I thought; a broad, thin-lipped mouth, and +a square chin, completed the contour of his face.</p> +<p>“He was neat, though not fastidious in dress, and stood +firmly and with dignity. I noted particularly his hair +and his smile, the former black in color, plentiful, fine in +quality, and parted distressingly straight; the latter +expansive and expressive.</p> +<p>“In later years his smile has been the subject of considerable +comment, but the well rounded cheeks of Mr. +Bryan now check its outward march. No one has seen +the real breadth of his smile who did not see it in the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_123' name='page_123'></a>123</span> +early days. Upon one occasion a heartless observer +was heard to remark, ‘That man can whisper in his own +ear,’ but this was a cruel exaggeration.”</p> +<p>Upon his graduation from Illinois College at the +head of his class, he entered the Union College of Law in +Chicago where he was graduated at the age of twenty-three. +Immediately he hung out his shingle in Jacksonville, +and waited for clients. Month after month he +impatiently waited until finally it dawned upon him that +among the old established lawyers of Jacksonville there +was no room for an ambitious beginner. Then it was +that he remembered the advice of Horace Greeley, +“Young man, go West.”</p> +<p>Accordingly, with his talented young wife he went to +Lincoln, Nebraska. Here fortune smiled upon him, for +so rapidly did he make a place for himself that at the age +of thirty he was chosen to represent his district in Congress.</p> +<p>If any of you have ever seen the United States Congress +in session you will realize that Mr. Bryan must have +been very much younger than most of the congressmen. +Keen, quick, and eager to learn, the young Congressman +made the most of every opportunity during the four +years he was in Congress.</p> +<p>In 1896, or when Mr. Bryan was thirty-six years of +age, his greatest opportunity came. Then it was that +the Democratic party conferred upon him the highest +honor within its power by selecting him as its candidate +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_124' name='page_124'></a>124</span> +for president. Though defeated in 1896, so great was +the confidence the party had in him, that twice afterward +his party asked him to run for president. Since he was +defeated every time, it is only natural to ask what there +is about him, after all, that is so great. Though the +American people differ widely in their answers to the +above query, most of them admit that he towers above +the rank and file of American politicians in his pronounced +Christian integrity, in his willingness to sacrifice for the +sake of principle, and in his ability to move men with +speech, for no doubt he is one of the greatest orators this +continent has ever produced.</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p>“<i>You shall not press down upon the brow of labor this +crown of thorns. You shall not crucify mankind upon a +cross of gold.</i>”</p> +<p class='ralign'>––<span class='smcap'>W. J. Bryan’s Cross of Gold Speech.</span></p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_125' name='page_125'></a>125</span> +<a name='HENRY_FORD' id='HENRY_FORD'></a> +<h2>HENRY FORD</h2> +</div> +<p>In the year 1879, there was a sixteen year old boy living +in the country near Detroit, Michigan. He was not +fond of farm work but nevertheless he did his share in +helping his father, who was a thrifty farmer. Day after +day, this boy trudged back and forth two and one-half +miles each way to the school house. In his spare hours +when he was not farming, he had fitted up a work shop +for his own use. There was a vise, a bow-string driven +lathe and a rudely built forge. He had made these tools +himself and was very proud of them. When he was only +a small boy, he had made his first tool by taking one of +his grandmother’s knitting needles, heating it red hot +and plunging it into a bar of soap as he bent it into +shape. Then he added a wooden handle that he had +whittled and the tool was done.</p> +<p>As soon as he had something with which to work, he +began to take to pieces all manner of things just for the +fun of putting them together again. He says: “I must +have taken apart and put together more than a thousand +clocks and watches.” He thought it would be a fine +thing to be able to make many good watches, and to make +them all alike. He never realized this dream, but in +later life he did make a good automobile, he made many +of them, and he made them all alike.</p> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_15' id='linki_15'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_126' name='page_126'></a>126</span> +<img src='images/p0126-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='353' height='367' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Courtesy of Ford Motor Company</i></span><br /> +<br /> +HENRY FORD<br /> +In His First Motor Car<br /> +</p> +</div> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_127' name='page_127'></a>127</span></div> +<p>His first step towards this great business undertaking +happened before he was seventeen years of age, when he +left his father’s farm and went to Detroit to work as a +mechanic in a shop. He never returned to the farm, +although for a time he lived on some land his father had +given to him, and conducted a lumber business. All the +time he was experimenting, and he wanted to make +something that would go. By the time he was twenty-one +years of age, he had built a farm locomotive mounted +on cast-iron wheels taken from a mowing machine. It +was not designed for any particular use, but was to serve +as a general farm tractor, and he had great sport running +it up and down the meadow while the cows fled in terror.</p> +<p>From that time his chief interest was in building +wagons to be run by motors. His health was always +good, he worked unceasingly, and slept just as little as +possible, and at last, in 1893, he made what people called +then, a wagon driven by gas; today we call it an automobile. +It ran but was not a great success, and the +public made fun of the inventor. This wagon driven by +gas was the first Ford automobile and the man who +invented it was Henry Ford. He had married and lived +in a little house in Bagley Street, Detroit, Michigan. He +was employed by the Edison Company, but he had a +workshop of his own in his barn. There he built his first +motor car. For material he used nothing but junk, as +he had no money with which to buy costly materials for +experiments.</p> +<p>Henry Ford does not know the word discouragement, +so after his first failure he built another car and in 1898 +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_128' name='page_128'></a>128</span> +placed it on the road. It was better than the first one, +but there were still difficulties to be overcome. People +laughed more than ever, and Detroit thought him mildly +insane on the subject of “little buggies driven by gas,” +as the newspapers called them. Then one day, when +no one was paying any especial attention to him, Henry +Ford made a car that would run on level ground, would +run up and down hill, and go backward and forward. +His problem was solved, and he began to make automobiles. +Today he is the head of the Ford Motor +Company which has its largest factory in Highland +Park, a suburb of Detroit, Michigan, not more than +fifteen miles from his birthplace.</p> +<p>At the Highland Park plant, one thousand times a +day a newborn car pushes open a door by itself and goes +out into the world. At once these cars are loaded on +trains and sent away, for the plant has no storage and +there are always more orders than can be filled. The +Ford cars are used by many persons, they are all made +alike and they are made in large numbers. Henry +Ford’s old dream about making watches has come true, +only he makes automobiles instead of timepieces.</p> +<p>In his great factory the most improved machinery is +used, and the business is run on a profit-sharing plan, +which means that the daily pay of the men in his employ +increases as the profit of the plant increases. A just +amount is paid to each workman and Mr. Ford says: +“If a man can make himself of any use at all, put him +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_129' name='page_129'></a>129</span> +on, give him his chance and if he tries to do the right +thing, we can find a living for him any way.” Eight +hours is the length of the working day with extra pay +for overtime work. The wages in the Ford factories +have always been above what is generally paid so there +are always many persons who want to work there.</p> +<p>However, Henry Ford has two other great interests +besides automobiles. They are boys and birds. His +only child is a bright and earnest boy but Mr. Ford does +not forget other boys in doing for his own. There are +always a dozen or more boys that he is training and helping +to prepare for life, thus giving to the world strong, +helpful citizens.</p> +<p>As for birds, he has built two hundred bird houses in +the grounds of his home. They are heated with electricity +in winter so as to keep the birds’ drinking water from +freezing, and by a clever arrangement of tubes, food can +be sent electrically to each little house. Recently Mr. +Ford brought from England three hundred and eighty +song birds not native to the United States. They +settled down and built nests in his trees and shrubbery. +He hopes to have them increase and add to the beauty +of our natural life.</p> +<p>His interest in birds and out of door life has been +strengthened by his long friendship with John Burroughs, +the naturalist, and the two have had many tramps and +camping trips together. These excursions are Mr. +Ford’s vacations and he likes to take them with this +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_130' name='page_130'></a>130</span> +great nature lover or with his other good friend, Thomas +A. Edison, with whom he is most congenial.</p> +<p>Having no bad habits, perfect health, never being +tired, willing to listen to others, able to decide quickly, +and world-wide in his interests, Henry Ford is one of the +twentieth century’s greatest public-spirited business +men. No better illustration can be found than the fact +that although Mr. Ford did not believe in war and was +a man of peace, yet when the United States entered the +World War, he hastened to Washington, offered his great +factory to the government to make war supplies, and +began running night and day to furnish our country with +war-time necessities. If some one wished to choose for +him a coat of arms they should select, “A file and hammer +crossed, a warm, glowing heart placed above them,” +while the words,</p> +<table summary=''><tr><td> +<p class='cg'>“I love,<br /> +I build,<br /> +I give.”</p> +</td></tr></table> +<p>should be written underneath. This should be sufficient +to describe the nature of the kindly, frank and unassuming +man, who, with a large amount of money coming in +each month, cares nothing for it as money but wishes to +use it to promote the good will of the world.</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_131' name='page_131'></a>131</span> +<a name='BEN_B_LINDSEY' id='BEN_B_LINDSEY'></a> +<h2>BEN B. LINDSEY</h2> +</div> +<p>Late one afternoon a tired judge was seated at his +bench in the city of Denver. The docket showed that +the next case to be brought before him was one for +stealing. Anxiously he waited for the hardened criminals +to be brought in, when lo and behold! three boys +hardly in their teens were brought before him.</p> +<p>When asked what they had stolen, they replied, +“Pigeons.” Beside the boys stood the old man whose +pigeons had been stolen. To say that he was angry was +putting it mildly.</p> +<p>As the boys described the pigeon loft and how they +came to steal the pigeons, the judge became very absent-minded; +for his mind went back to the time when he +himself was a boy and had been in a crowd that had +stolen pigeons. Odd as it may seem, the judge’s old +gang had, years before, visited this same pigeon loft +and stolen from this same old man. Little wonder +then that the judge had a warm place in his heart for the +boys who were now in trouble.</p> +<p>But the old man had been annoyed for months, +had watched hours to catch the boys, and now that +he had caught them, surely they should be punished +severely. He was sure the boys should be sent to +prison.</p> +<p>What should the judge do under the circumstances? +Certainly he must see that the pigeons were protected, +for they were fancy stock and the old man made his living +by raising them.</p> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_16' id='linki_16'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_132' name='page_132'></a>132</span> +<img src='images/p0132-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='356' height='454' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +BEN B. LINDSEY<br /> +“The Kids’ Judge”<br /> +</p> +</div> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_133' name='page_133'></a>133</span></div> +<p>Would sending the three boys to prison protect the +old man and his pigeons? No, for no doubt the boys +belonged to a gang, and unless the whole gang were +caught, the thefts would continue. For a long time the +judge studied the matter until finally he told the boys, +that if they would go out and bring in the other members +of the gang, he would be “white” with them; he would +give them a square deal.</p> +<p>The boys eyed the judge critically. Did he mean +what he was saying? The boys liked his looks, for he +was young and not much larger than themselves. Then, +too, he did not talk down at them from the bench, but +had left his bench, sat among them, and talked like one +of them.</p> +<p>It wasn’t long before the boys were convinced that +the judge was their friend. He understood them, and +his heart was in the right place, as they put it. Accordingly, +they went out and brought in the other members +of the gang. In his talk with the gang, the judge was +as kind and frank as he had been when talking with the +three boys the day before. He told the boys how the +old man made his living by raising pigeons, and he asked +them whether they thought it was square for them to +steal his pigeons. They agreed that it was not.</p> +<p>Then he told the gang how the old man and the +police had caught the three boys stealing the pigeons, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_134' name='page_134'></a>134</span> +and he asked them whether they thought it would help +matters to send the boys to prison. As this remedy did +not appeal to the gang the judge asked what should be +done. After some discussion, the members of the gang +agreed that the best thing to do was to give the judge +their word of honor that they would never molest the +pigeon loft again. Thus it was that the old man’s rights +were protected and at the same time the boys were saved +from the disgrace of a prison sentence.</p> +<p>The above is but one among hundreds of instances in +which Judge Ben B. Lindsey of Denver has shown that +he is indeed the boy’s friend. Since he is the boy’s +friend, all boys are interested in his life.</p> +<p>Since he was born in Tennessee in 1869, it is not difficult +for us to figure that he is now in the prime of life. +As he looks back over his boyhood days he admits that +he can recall little else than hardship. His father, who +had been an officer in the Confederate army, died when +Ben was about eighteen years of age. Before the war +the Lindseys had been in comfortable circumstances, +but so great were the ravages of war that at its close the +family had lost everything. Ben, therefore, was born +in poverty. So severe were the hardships in the South +that the Lindseys came north and finally settled in +Denver, Colorado. When Ben was twelve, the family +was so poor that the lad could not go to school. Forced +to work while yet so young, he had to pick up any odd +jobs that came his way. For a time he was messenger +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_135' name='page_135'></a>135</span> +boy, and then he managed a newspaper route. Since +he was once a newsboy, is it any wonder that he +understood newsboys? It is also interesting to know +that he afterward became a judge in the same city in +which he used to peddle newspapers.</p> +<p>Though Ben could not attend day school, he did go +to night school regularly. As he was not robust, it was +difficult, however, for the lad after delivering messages +all day to settle down to hard study in a night school. +But Ben liked books and was not afraid of hard work.</p> +<p>A little later he secured employment in a real-estate +office. Here he had some leisure time. Can you guess +what he did with it? Did you know that about the best +way to learn whether or not a boy is destined to become +a great man is to find out what he does with his leisure +hours? Ben, now a young man, spent his time in studying +law. To play games or go to shows would have +been much more interesting than studying great law +books, but he was determined to climb regardless of the +cost. Accordingly, at the age of twenty-four, he was +made a “full-fledged” lawyer.</p> +<p>In his practice of law there was nothing exceptional +until at the age of thirty-two he was made county judge. +For weeks he discharged the usual duties connected with +his office until one evening a case came before the court +that changed his entire life. The story is as follows:</p> +<p>“The hour was late; the calendar was long, and Judge +Lindsey was sitting overtime. Weary of the weary work, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_136' name='page_136'></a>136</span> +everybody was forcing the machinery of the law to grind +through at top speed the dull routine of justice. All +sorts of cases go before this court, grand and petty, +civil and criminal, complicated and simple. The petty +larceny case was plain; it could be disposed of in no time. +A theft had been committed; no doubt of that. Had +the prisoner at the bar done it? The sleepy policeman +had his witnesses on hand and they swore out a case. +There was no doubt about it; hardly any denial. The +law prescribed precisely what was to be done to such +‘cases,’ and the bored judge ordered that that thing be +done. That was all. In the same breath with which he +pronounced sentence, the court called for the ‘next +case,’ and the shift was under way, when something +happened, something out of the ordinary.</p> +<p>“A cry! an old woman’s shriek, rang out of the rear +of the room. There was nothing so very extraordinary +about that. Our courts are held in public; and every +now and then somebody makes a disturbance such as +this old woman made when she rose now with that cry +on her lips and, tearing her hair and rending her garments, +began to beat her head against the wall. It was +the duty of the bailiff to put the person out, and that +officer in this court moved to do his duty.</p> +<p>“But Judge Lindsey upheld the woman, saying: ‘I had +noticed her before. As my eye wandered during the +evening it had fallen several times on her, crouched there +among the back benches, and I remember I thought how +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_137' name='page_137'></a>137</span> +like a cave dweller she looked. I didn’t connect her with +the case, any case. I didn’t think of her in any human +relationship whatever. For that matter, I hadn’t considered +the larceny case in any human way. And there’s the +point: I was a judge, judging ‘cases’ according to the ‘law,’ +till the cave dweller’s mother-cry startled me into humanity. +It was an awful cry, a terrible sight, and I was +stunned. I looked at the prisoner again, but with new +eyes now, and I saw the boy, an Italian boy. A thief? +No. A bad boy? Perhaps, but not a lost criminal.</p> +<p>“‘I called him back, and I had the old woman brought +before me. Comforting and quieting her, I talked with +the two together, as mother and son this time, and I +found that they had a home. It made me shudder. I +had been about to send that boy to a prison among criminals +when he had a home and a mother to go to. And that +was the law! The fact that that boy had a good home; +the circumstances which led him to––not steal, but ‘swipe’ +something; the likelihood of his not doing it again––these +were ‘evidence’ pertinent, nay, vital, to his case.</p> +<p>“‘Yet the law did not require the production of such +evidence. The law? Justice? I stopped the machinery +of justice to pull that boy out of its grinders. But he +was guilty; what was to be done with him? I didn’t +know. I said I would take care of him myself, but I +didn’t know what I meant to do, except to visit him and +his mother at their home. And I did visit them, often, +and––well, we––his mother and I, with the boy helping––we +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_138' name='page_138'></a>138</span> +saved the boy, and today he is a fine young fellow, +industrious, self-respecting, and a friend of the Court.’”</p> +<p>So deep was the impression that this case made upon +Judge Lindsey that he could not keep from thinking +about it. As he thought, he made up his mind that +boys and girls should not be tried in the same court with +grown people. He also concluded that in trying a boy +the important thing was not <i>what</i> he had done, but <i>why</i> +he had done it. To discover and remove the cause of +the crime was of much greater importance than punishing +him after the crime had been committed.</p> +<p>Furthermore, he thought it very wrong to put a boy +in a prison with hardened criminals. He looked upon +the prison not as a place where men are made better but +as a school of vice. To send a boy to prison, then, must +be the last resort.</p> +<p>While it was not hard for Judge Lindsey to see all +these things, it was difficult indeed for him to make the +people of Denver see them. Gradually, however, he carried +on his campaign of enlightenment until today Denver +is pointed out as one of a few cities that knows how successfully +to handle its boys. With its excellent juvenile +court and its sane probation laws it has blazed the path +for other cities to follow.</p> +<p>And to whom are these changes due? We answer, +to the man who by dint of hard work struggled all the +way from newsboy on the streets to judge on the bench––Ben +B. Lindsey.</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_139' name='page_139'></a>139</span> +<a name='FRANCES_WILLARD' id='FRANCES_WILLARD'></a> +<h2>FRANCES WILLARD</h2> +</div> +<p>Two sisters and a brother lived with their parents +in the country near what is now the town of Beloit, +Wisconsin. They had many pleasures in their free, +healthy life, and they were all fond of writing down in +diaries accounts of their plays, their hopes, and their +plans. One day the older of the two girls wrote:</p> +<p>“I once thought I should like to be Queen Victoria’s +maid of honor; then I wanted to go and live in Cuba; +next I made up my mind that I would be an artist; next +that I would be a mighty hunter of the prairies––but now +I suppose I am to be a music teacher, simply that and +nothing more.”</p> +<p>She never became any of these things, but she did +grow into such a wise and noble woman that the entire +world recognized the good she did and was glad to +honor her. The little girl’s name was Frances Willard, +and the great office that was hers in later life was the +presidency of the Woman’s Christian Temperance Union.</p> +<p>Frances’ father and mother moved to Wisconsin +from the State of New York when their children were +very small. Then the new home seemed to be in the +wilderness, and the family were indeed pioneers. Frances +had a genius for planning the most exciting games. She +was always the leader of the three, and delighted in organizing +her willing playmates into Indian bands, or into +daring sailors of unknown seas. The other two children +called her Frank, and were glad to have her “think up” +wonderful plays.</p> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_17' id='linki_17'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_140' name='page_140'></a>140</span> +<img src='images/p0140-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='367' height='463' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +FRANCES E. WILLARD<br /> +Founder of the<br /> +World’s Woman’s Christian Temperance Union<br /> +</p> +</div> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_141' name='page_141'></a>141</span></div> +<p>One day long before Frances was twelve years of age +her sister wrote in her journal, “Frank said we might +as well have a ship if we did live on shore; so we took a +hen coop pointed at the top, put a big plank across it, +and stood up, one at each end, with an old rake handle +apiece to steer with. Up and down we went, slow when +it was a calm sea and fast when there was a storm, until +the old hen clucked and the chickens all ran in and we +had a lively time. Frank was captain and I was mate. +We made out charts of the sea, rules about how to navigate +when it was good weather and how when it was +bad. We put up a sail made of an old sheet and had +great fun, until I fell off and hurt me.”</p> +<p>So you see they must have had many daring adventures. +Frances longed for a horse to ride, but there was +none the children could have. This did not discourage +her in the least. She wanted to ride and so she decided +to train their pet calf. The calf’s name was Dime, and +Frances said, “Dime is an unusually smart calf, she can +be trained so we can ride her.” So she proceeded to do +it and the children rode Dime to their hearts’ content.</p> +<p>But all of their play was not out of doors. Mr. and +Mrs. Willard had brought with them from their old +home many books, and the children liked to spend hours +reading in their library. The father and mother taught +them and encouraged them to study. Frances liked to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_142' name='page_142'></a>142</span> +write, and, as she was a neat and orderly girl, she did +not want her books and papers disturbed. In her sister +Mary’s journal we read how she managed to have her +belongings untouched:</p> +<p>“Today Frank gave me half her dog Frisk that she +bought lately, and for her pay I made a promise which +mother witnessed and here it is:</p> +<p>“I, Mary Willard, promise never to touch anything +lying or being upon Frank Willard’s writing desk which +father gave her. I promise never to ask either by speaking, +writing, or signing, or in any other way, any person +or body to take off or put on anything on said stand and +desk without special permission from said Frank Willard. +I promise never to touch anything which may be in +something upon her stand and desk. I promise never to +put anything on it or in anything on it; I promise if I am +writing or doing anything else at her desk to go away +the moment she tells me to. If I break the promise I +will let the said F. W. come into my room and go to my +trunk or go into any place where I keep my things and +take anything of mine she likes. All this I promise +unless entirely different arrangements are made. These +things I promise upon my most sacred honor.”</p> +<p>As Frances grew older she longed to travel. She had +a great desire to take a large part in the work of the +world; but this did not seem possible for two reasons. +First, she had no money, and in the second place, she +lived in such an out of the way settlement that a journey +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_143' name='page_143'></a>143</span> +to the great cities of the world seemed to be nothing but +a pleasant dream that would never come true.</p> +<p>Once in one of these moments of longing, she wrote,</p> +<table summary=''><tr><td> +<p class='cg'>“Am I almost of age,<br /> +Am I almost of age,<br /> +Said a poor little girl,<br /> +And she glanced from her cage.<br /> +How long will it be<br /> +Before I shall be free,<br /> +And not fear friend or foe?<br /> +And I some folks could know<br /> +I’d not want to be of age,<br /> +But remain in my cage.”</p> +</td></tr></table> +<p>This was her first poem, and she grew very fond of +writing and then reading aloud her own efforts. The +children printed a paper, and Frances was the editor. +While writing articles to appear in it she would often +retire to a seat high up in a favorite tree. On the tree +she hung a sign,</p> +<p class='center'>“The Eagle’s Nest<br /> + Beware.”</p> +<p>You may be sure the other children left her undisturbed +until her important writing was finished.</p> +<p>But it was not long before Frances went out into the +world of which she dreamed and wrote, for she was not +eighteen years old when she began teaching. This +experience gave her great pleasure. She liked her +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_144' name='page_144'></a>144</span> +pupils and was earnest and enthusiastic. There were +two questions that she kept always before her pupils: +“What are you going to be in the world, and what are +you going to do?” Every one who ever had Frances +Willard for his teacher heard these two questions many +times, and numerous young people were influenced by +her to lead earnest, helpful lives.</p> +<p>During one of her summer vacations, she made the +acquaintance of a warm-hearted, generous girl who became +one of her closest friends. This young girl, of about +the same age as Frances Willard, had no mother. Her +father, who was exceedingly wealthy, was deeply immersed +in his business, so his daughter was glad to have +her new friend with her often.</p> +<p>One day she thought, “How splendid it would be for +us to go abroad.” To think was to act with her, and +almost before Frances knew it they had started for +Europe. They remained there three years and during +that time visited many remote places seldom seen by the +average person traveling in foreign lands. Frances +Willard wrote many accounts of their experiences which +were published in American magazines.</p> +<p>Upon her return to the United States she lectured +about her journey and became such an excellent public +speaker that every one wanted to hear her on any subject +she chose, so she continued to lecture after she ceased +giving her travel talks. It is estimated that she spoke +on an average of once a day for ten years.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_145' name='page_145'></a>145</span></div> +<p>Meanwhile, she was made president of a college for +young ladies in the town of Evanston, Illinois. Later she +became a member of the faculty of Northwestern +University in the same community. Here she brought +wonderful help to her students, and they said of her that +she was so interesting “she turned common things to +gold.”</p> +<p>But her life was not to be given entirely to teaching, +and after a few years she was drawn into the temperance +work. This was then in its beginning. Liquor +was sold freely in every state, and there were no laws +regulating its sale or distribution.</p> +<p>Miss Willard saw the sorrow and suffering caused by +intemperance and she determined to war against this +great evil. Her first work was done with what was +called the Woman’s Crusade. Bands of women met and +prayed in front of saloons. Often they asked to hold +brief services in the saloons and then they urged men to +give up drinking. Going to these places and praying in +public was distasteful to her, but Miss Willard felt she +must do so.</p> +<p>Soon, because of her zeal, the Chicago branch of the +Woman’s Christian Temperance Union gave her an +office. From that time she rose rapidly from office to +office in the great organization until she was made +World President of the International W. C. T. U. in 1879. +She brought the necessity for temperance before the +people of the United States as they had never seen it +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_146' name='page_146'></a>146</span> +before, and always she said to them with tongue and +pen, “Temperance is necessary for God and Home and +Native Land.”</p> +<p>She went over the entire country speaking to thousands +of persons and turning their thoughts toward the +great cause. Little by little she gained ground, made +progress, and could say of the spread of interest: “It was +like the fire we used to kindle on the western prairie, a +match and a wisp of dry grass was all that was needed, +and behold the magnificent spectacle of a prairie on fire, +sweeping across the landscape swift as a thousand +untrained steeds and no more to be captured than a +hurricane.”</p> +<p>Today the results of Frances Willard’s work are seen +in the great and growing interest in prohibition. What +was to her a dream is coming to pass; what she hoped +for will, in all probability, soon be a reality, and her +great achievement lies in having made the question, +“Shall we permit our homes and our country to be ruined +by intemperance?” one of national importance, a question +that every citizen of the United States must answer.</p> +<p>In Statuary Hall of our Nation’s Capitol, where +stand the statues of those persons whose deeds have +earned them the right to fame and honor, there is only +one statue of a woman. That woman is Frances E. +Willard.</p> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_147' name='page_147'></a>147</span> +<a name='JANE_ADDAMS' id='JANE_ADDAMS'></a> +<h2>JANE ADDAMS</h2> +</div> +<p>Not so many years ago a little girl, living in a small +Illinois town, had a strange dream. She was quite a +little girl; just old enough to be in the second grade at +school, nevertheless she always remembered that dream. +She says, “I dreamed that every one in the world was +dead excepting myself, and that upon me rested the +responsibility of making a wagon wheel. The village +street remained as usual, the village blacksmith shop +was ‘all there,’ even a glowing fire upon the forge, and the +anvil in its customary place near the door, but no human +being was within sight. They had all gone around the +edge of the hill to the village cemetery, and I alone +remained in the deserted world. I stood in the blacksmith +shop pondering on how to begin, and never once +knew how, although I fully realized that the affairs of +the world could not be resumed until at least one wheel +should be made and something started.”</p> +<p>The little girl dreamed this dream more than once, +but she never made the wagon wheel. However, when +she was a grown woman she founded and built up something +that has become a great force for good in the +largest city of her native state.</p> +<p>Perhaps you are wondering what she did. She went +to live in one of the poorest and most wretched parts of +Chicago. There she furnished her house exactly as she +would if it had been in some beautiful street. She called +her home a Settlement, and invited her neighbors to come +in daily for comfort and cheer.</p> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_18' id='linki_18'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_148' name='page_148'></a>148</span> +<img src='images/p0148-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='350' height='449' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +JANE ADDAMS<br /> +Founder of Hull House, Chicago<br /> +</p> +</div> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_149' name='page_149'></a>149</span></div> +<p>In her description of the street in which she lived +she says,</p> +<p>“Halsted Street is thirty-two miles long, and one of +the great thoroughfares of Chicago. Polk street crosses +it midway between the stock yards to the south and the +ship building yards to the north. For the six miles +between these two industries the street is lined with +shops of butchers and grocers, with dingy and gorgeous +saloons, and places for the sale of ready-made clothing. +Once this was the suburbs, but the city has grown +steadily and this site has corners on three or four foreign +colonies.”</p> +<p>It was in the year 1899 that Jane Addams, for that is +the name of the little girl who dreamed she was to make +a wagon wheel and help start something in the world, +began living in Halsted Street, and named her home +Hull House after the first owner.</p> +<p>In those early days people asked her over and over +why she had come to live in Halsted Street when she +could afford to live among richer people.</p> +<p>One old man used to shake his head and say it was +the strangest thing he had ever known. However, +there came a time when he thought it was most natural +for the settlement to be there to feed the hungry, care +for the sick, give pleasure to the young and comfort to +the aged.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_150' name='page_150'></a>150</span></div> +<p>From the very first Miss Addams and her helpers +made their neighbors understand that they were ready +to do even the humblest services. They took care of +children and nursed the sick. They even washed the +dishes and cleaned the house for some of the poor foreign +women who had to work all night scrubbing big office +buildings.</p> +<p>Besides helping in true neighborly fashion, they +brought many joys to the people about them. Some of +these were quite by chance, as once when an old Italian +woman cried with pleasure over a bunch of red roses +that she saw at a reception Miss Addams gave. She was +surprised, she said, that they had been “brought so fresh +all the way from Italy.” No one could make her believe +they had been grown in Chicago. She had lived there +six years and never seen any, but in Italy they bloomed +everywhere all summer.</p> +<p>Now the sad thing about this story was that during +all the six years of her stay in Chicago she had lived +within ten blocks of a flower store, and one car fare would +have been enough to take her to one of Chicago’s beautiful +public parks. No one had ever told her about them, +and so all she knew of the city was the dirty street in +which she lived.</p> +<p>Miss Addams learned that most of the foreigners +were as helpless as this woman in finding anything to +bring them pleasure. So Hull House became a place +where hundreds of persons went. Some joined classes +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_151' name='page_151'></a>151</span> +and studied, but at first it was for social purposes that +the Settlement was used the most.</p> +<p>The people lived in tiny, crowded rooms and the only +place they had to gather in celebration of weddings and +birthdays, and meet each other was the saloon halls. +These halls could be rented for a very small sum with +the understanding that the company would spend much +money at the saloon bar. Because of this custom many +a party that started out quiet and orderly ended with +great disorder. So you can see that every one would +be glad to have Hull House where they could go and +enjoy themselves comfortably with their friends.</p> +<p>A day at Hull House is most interesting. In the +morning come many little children to the Kindergarten. +They are followed by older children who come to afternoon +classes, while in the evening every room is filled +with grown persons who meet in some form of study, +club or social life.</p> +<p>But if you should go there now you would find instead +of one building, with which Miss Addams began, thirteen +buildings and forty persons living there to help to teach +anyone who may come to Hull House.</p> +<p>There are classes in foreign languages, and one may +study in the night classes almost any subject that is +taught in a high school. Besides these classes there are +concerts and plays. Hull House has a theater of its +own, and the boys and girls of the neighborhood act out +their favorite dramas there. One story that has been +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_152' name='page_152'></a>152</span> +told frequently shows the kind of plays the boys and +girls make. Almost every one thinks this play was given +in the Hull House Theater but Miss Addams writes:</p> +<blockquote> +<p>I have told the story you have reference to several times. It is +about a settlement boys’ club, not at Hull House, who were asked +to write a play on the origin of the American flag. They were told +the climax must come in the third act, etc., but were given no outline.</p> +<p>The play was as follows: The first act was at “the darkest hour +of the American Revolution.” A sentry walking up and down in +front of the camp, says to a soldier: “Aint it fierce? We aint got no +flag for this here Revolution.” And the soldier replies: “Yes, aint it +fierce?” That is the end of the first act. Second act: The same +soldier appears before George Washington and says: “Aint it fierce? +We aint got no flag for this here Revolution.” And George Washington +replies: “Yes, aint it fierce?” and that is the end of the second +act. Third Act: George Washington went to call on Betsy Ross, +who lived on Arch Street in Philadelphia, and said: “Mistress Ross, +aint it fierce? We aint got no flag for this here Revolution,” and +Betsy Ross replied: “Yes, aint it fierce? Hold the baby and I will +make one.”</p> +<p>I sometimes tell this with a little more elaboration but I have +given you what the boys actually wrote. Of course, it has always +been detailed in the line of a funny story and cannot be taken too +seriously.</p> +<p class='ralign'>Very sincerely yours,<span class='rindent8'> </span><br /> +JANE ADDAMS<span class='rindent2'> </span></p> +</blockquote> +<p>Is it not wonderful what Miss Addams has done for +the people who had no comfort or care? Perhaps she +has but kept a promise she made to her father when she +was only seven years of age.</p> +<p>They were driving through the poor, mean streets +of her native town of Cedarville, Illinois. She had +never seen this particular part of the town before, and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_153' name='page_153'></a>153</span> +asked her father many times why persons lived in such +dreadful places. He tried to tell her what it meant to +be very poor. She listened eagerly and then exclaimed, +“When I grow up, I am going to live in a great, big house +right among horrid little houses like these.”</p> +<p>In her “big house” on Halsted Street many lives have +been brightened and thousands have found the help +that started them upon useful careers.</p> +<p>Jane Addams is one of the noblest women our country +has had, and she has been honored by Chicago and the +entire United States for her life of service.</p> +<p>A member of the English Parliament called her “the +only saint America has produced,” while an enthusiastic +Chicago man, when asked to name the greatest living +man in America, answered, “Jane Addams.”</p> +<p>When in Chicago, try to go out to Hull House and +visit for an afternoon or evening. There are so many +kinds of activities going on all the time you can see what +you like best, whether it be gymnastics, acting, music, +pottery, carpentery, or any of the literary or industrial +pursuits.</p> +<p>Later on you will want to read the book Miss Addams +has written of her experience called, “Twenty Years of +Hull House.”</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p>“<i>The union of hearts, the union of hands, and the flag +of our Union forever.</i>”</p> +<p class='ralign'>––<span class='smcap'>G. P. Morris.</span></p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_19' id='linki_19'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_154' name='page_154'></a>154</span> +<img src='images/p0154-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='353' height='453' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +JOHN MITCHELL<br /> +President of the United Mine Workers<br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_155' name='page_155'></a>155</span> +<a name='JOHN_MITCHELL' id='JOHN_MITCHELL'></a> +<h2>JOHN MITCHELL</h2> +</div> +<p>Have you ever thought how common it is for the +persons who work for others to think that they do not +have enough pay for what they do? The boy who mows +the lawn wants more than the landlady is willing to +pay. Thus it was in 1902 when thousands of coal miners +in Pennsylvania became dissatisfied with their wages +and started a great movement to force their employers to +pay them more.</p> +<p>On one side were the rich men who owned the mines. +They, eager to make as much money for themselves as +possible, were not willing to pay the miners fair wages. +Furthermore, they would not spend money to make the +mines safe for the men who worked in them. Accordingly, +the living conditions among the miners were +wretched indeed. Poorly paid, they were forced to dwell +in houses that were little more than huts, and were +required to live on the coarsest fare. So dangerous +were the mines that accidents were of almost daily +occurrence; yet nothing could be done as the miners +were without a leader. True, labor agitators came and +with silver speech aroused the miners, but they did not +tell them what to do.</p> +<p>For a long time the battle cloud grew darker until +finally the whole nation became alarmed. So grave was +the situation that Theodore Roosevelt, then president, +was asked to help avert the crisis that seemed inevitable. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_156' name='page_156'></a>156</span> +At once the president left Washington for the scene of +conflict. Day after day he sought among the sullen, +half-crazed men for some solution of the difficulty, until +finally he discovered a man big enough to bring order +out of confusion.</p> +<p>Mr. Hugh C. Weir, in speaking of this discovery, +says: “From the inferno of the coal-strike dates the +cementing of those ties of friendship and comradeship +which have bound John Mitchell and Theodore Roosevelt. +The president, plunging into the heart of the +strike, sought and found the man whose hand held the +pulse of events. He found him, haggard and white +with the strain of a great exhaustion, upheld by the +inspiration of a great purpose, and forthwith John +Mitchell, coal-miner, son of a coal-miner, came into a +place in the Roosevelt esteem which few men have +equaled and no man surpassed. When at the White +House conference of American governors, the president +invited as guests of honor those five Americans who, in +his judgment, ranked foremost in current progress, John +Mitchell, the labor man, was high in the quintette.” To +have a plain coal-miner thus honored by the President +of the United States is so exceptional that we cannot +help wondering what there was about Mr. Mitchell that +earned for him such distinction. To discover the source +of his greatness it is necessary to study his life.</p> +<p>John Mitchell was born in the cottage of a humble +coal-miner at Braidwood, Illinois, in 1870. In those +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_157' name='page_157'></a>157</span> +days Braidwood was a dreary, dirty mining town almost +surrounded by broad stretches of swamp.</p> +<p>When John was but three years of age his mother +died. His stepmother, who no doubt meant well, was +not affectionate; on the contrary she was very severe. +As they were very poor she had to take in washings, and +day after day it fell to John’s lot to help his stepmother +with the washings.</p> +<p>When he was six years of age, his father, the only real +friend he had in the world, was brought home dead, +killed in a mine disaster. In speaking of this period in +his life Mr. Mitchell says: “The poverty and hardships +that followed were marked by one circumstance that is +imprinted indelibly upon my memory and which has had +an impelling influence upon my whole life. My father +had served a full term of enlistment as a volunteer in +the Civil War. When he was discharged from the army +he brought home with him his soldier’s clothes, and I +remember so well that when we had not sufficient bed +clothing to keep us warm in the cold winter nights, I +would arise and get the heavy soldier’s coat and spread +it over my little half-brother and myself. When we +were snug and warm beneath it I would feel so happy and +proud that my father had been an American soldier. +And through all the years that have passed since then I +have felt that same pride in the memory of my father, +and in the love of country which, along with a good +name, was our sole heritage from him.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_158' name='page_158'></a>158</span></div> +<p>When John was about ten, his stepmother married +again. From the first his stepfather did not like him, +and soon he became so cruel that the boy’s heart was +completely broken. With no home, with no one who +cared for him, the big world seemed cold indeed.</p> +<p>Finally, unable to stand the abuse of his stepfather +longer, he gathered his few belongings in a small bundle +and started out to make his own way in the world. For +a boy of only ten this was by no means easy. From +house to house he asked for work until finally a farmer +gave him a job. Though the hours were long and the +work heavy, John stuck to it for more than a year when +he went to a mine in Braidwood and got a job as breaker +boy. Here he remained until he was twelve when he +decided to go west. With no money and no friends he +worked his way by slow stages all the way from Illinois +to Colorado. He had hoped that mining conditions +would be much better in Colorado, but found them even +worse than they had been in Illinois. Unable to earn +enough to supply the bare necessities of life, the miners +were suffering hardship and want.</p> +<p>Thus surrounded by misery, John, though but a lad, +found himself trying to think out ways of helping these +unfortunate men and their families, for he could not +believe that it was right for them to suffer as they did.</p> +<p>Finally conditions in Colorado became so bad that +John, then twenty years of age, decided to return to +Spring Valley, Illinois. Here, for the first time in his +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_159' name='page_159'></a>159</span> +life, he saw a labor union so conducted that it was a force. +The members of this union, all working men, met each +week and discussed matters that were of interest to all. +After discussing the topics they passed resolutions which +they presented to the mine owners. In this way they +were able to secure better wages, shorter hours of work, +and safer mines in which to work.</p> +<p>In these labor meetings young Mitchell took an +active part and soon developed ability as a public speaker. +From the first his advancement in the ranks of organized +labor was rapid, so rapid in fact that at thirty we find +Mitchell president of the United Mine Workers of +America. At the time he became president the organization +had but about forty thousand members, but +under his skillful leadership it grew until in 1908 its +membership numbered over three hundred thousand +men. Mr. Mitchell is still in the prime of life and is one +of our most skillful and trusted labor leaders.</p> +<p>Better to appreciate the worth of the man, let us +consider the following tribute to him: “He chose to use +this unusual ability for the many rather than for himself +alone. It seemed better to him that many thousands +should eat more and better bread each day than that he +should have for himself ease and luxury.</p> +<p>“Andrew Carnegie, beginning as John Mitchell did, +in poverty and ignorance, made himself one of the foremost +men of his time in the finance of the world. Behind +him lies, as the result of his life work, a better system of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_160' name='page_160'></a>160</span> +refining steel, innumerable libraries––his gifts, and bearing +his name,––a hundred millionaires and more––his +one-time lieutenants––and personal wealth so great as to +tax his gigantic intellect to find means for its expenditure.</p> +<p>“John Mitchell, in a life much shorter, leaves behind +him not a better system of refining steel, not a hundred +millionaires, not innumerable libraries with his name in +stone over the doors, but better living conditions for +four hundred thousand miners––more wages, fewer hours +of labor, less dangerous mine conditions, far-reaching +laws for greater safety, a better understanding between +capital and labor.”</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p>“<i>Let our object be our country, our whole country, and +nothing but our country. And, by the blessing of God, may +that country itself become a vast and splendid monument,––not +of oppression and terror––but of wisdom, of peace, and +of liberty, upon which the world may gaze with admiration +forever.</i>”</p> +<p class='ralign'>––<span class='smcap'>Daniel Webster.</span></p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_161' name='page_161'></a>161</span> +<a name='MAUDE_BALLINGTON_BOOTH' id='MAUDE_BALLINGTON_BOOTH'></a> +<h2>MAUDE BALLINGTON BOOTH</h2> +</div> +<p>A pleasant-faced little woman was talking to many +persons in a great hall. She wore a dark dress. On the +front of it were three white stars joined by slender +chains. In the center of each one was a blue letter. +The first letter was V, the second was P, and the third +was L. Their meaning is Volunteer Prison League.</p> +<p>The little woman was Maude Ballington Booth, and +she was explaining the work of this league, for she +founded it. She said that she had come from England +to the United States many years ago. Upon reaching +here one of the first places she visited was a great prison +in California. There she saw so much sadness and +misery that she could not rest until she did something to +help the men and women who were shut behind iron +bars.</p> +<p>She began her work by holding a meeting in Sing Sing +Prison on the Hudson River in the State of New York. +She told the men that she was their friend and believed +in them. She declared that there was no one so cast +down or disgraced that he could not rise and make +something of himself, if he would only try. Many of +the men who heard Mrs. Booth that day had no families +and had even lost trace of all their relatives. She said +they could write her letters and she would answer. They +had never before had any one treat them so kindly, and +so letters by the hundred reached Mrs. Booth. One +young man scarcely more than a boy, wrote her thanking +her for the kind letter she had sent him. He called +her “Little Mother.” Soon this title became known, +and all up and down the prisons of the United States +men came to talk of the Little Mother and look for her +coming; for her first work in Sing Sing Prison was so +successful that she went from state to state organizing +Volunteer Prison Leagues.</p> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_20' id='linki_20'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_162' name='page_162'></a>162</span> +<img src='images/p0162-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='353' height='453' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +MAUDE BALLINGTON BOOTH<br /> +Founder of the Volunteer Prison League<br /> +</p> +</div> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_163' name='page_163'></a>163</span></div> +<p>It is not always easy to do right even when one is +well, happy, and in his own home. Think, then, how +hard a task the men in prison found it when they became +members of the new league! The day a man joined, +he had given to him a white button with a blue star and +in the middle of the star was “Look Up and Hope.” +He promised to do five things:</p> +<p style='margin-left:2.0em; margin-right:2.0em; text-indent: -1.0em;'>1. He would pray every morning and night.</p> +<p style='margin-left:2.0em; margin-right:2.0em; text-indent: -1.0em;'>2. He would read faithfully in the little Day Book the league sent him.</p> +<p style='margin-left:2.0em; margin-right:2.0em; text-indent: -1.0em;'>3. No bad language should soil his lips.</p> +<p style='margin-left:2.0em; margin-right:2.0em; text-indent: -1.0em;'>4. He would keep the rules of the prison.</p> +<p style='margin-left:2.0em; margin-right:2.0em; text-indent: -1.0em;'>5. He would try to encourage others, too, in right doing, and when possible get new members for the league.</p> +<p>From the moment a man put on a button, his guards +and fellow prisoners watched to see if he would keep his +promise. A framed copy of what he promised to do +was hung in his cell as a daily reminder. If a man was +strong enough to accept these five conditions, he came +to be a changed person. He wanted to do right, and he +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_164' name='page_164'></a>164</span> +looked forward to the time when he would be free and +could once more try anew in the big world.</p> +<p>Many persons told Mrs. Booth her plan would never +work, but one by one men began to prove that it did. +First there were dozens, then there were hundreds of men +returning to their homes or going out to succeed in the +business world.</p> +<p>By and by Mrs. Booth saw there should be places +where the men with no families could go when they left +prison. So she started “Hope Halls.” These are homes +in the different large cities of the United States. The +Volunteer Prison League has officers who manage them +but the general public is never told where these houses +are.</p> +<p>In bygone days many men upon leaving prison have +been led away by old evil companions. Others have +found no place to stay and no work open for them +because a cold, unthinking public had called them “jail +birds.” Mrs. Booth wanted these men to have a chance. +Today a man who belongs to the league can, upon leaving +prison, be directed to the nearest Hope Hall. There +he can stay in comfortable quarters until he gets work. +Kind friends help him and many business firms have +come to take the word of the manager of Hope Hall. +They give the man work and he goes out to take his +place as a man among men.</p> +<p>Mrs. Booth has given her life to building up this +league, and for many years earned all the money that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_165' name='page_165'></a>165</span> +was needed for running expenses. She did this by +writing, and speaking in public. Everywhere she went +the people listened to her story and many were glad to +help her.</p> +<p>Although we claim her as an American, Maude +Ballington Booth was born in a pretty little English +village. Her father was the rector of the little church, +and her mother was a loving woman devoted to her +home. She died when Maude was fifteen years of age +and on the moss-covered stone that marks her grave are +the words: “They that be wise shall shine as the brightness +of the firmament, and they that turn many to righteousness, +as the stars forever and ever.”</p> +<p>From such a home the young girl went to London. +There she met Ballington Booth, son of General Booth, +founder of the Salvation Army. They were married +and she came to the United States with him to interest +Americans in the cause of the Salvation Army. This +was a hard task. Oftentimes the army was jeered openly. +The Booths were actually stoned while holding meetings +in the streets. But this did not stop them. Their work +grew, and at last they founded the Volunteers of America +and became the head of this order.</p> +<p>The busiest persons generally have time to do many +things. So it was with Maude Ballington Booth, for +she wrote a number of books about her work with +prisoners, as well as lovely fairy tales for her little boy +and girl. These children missed their mother very much +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_166' name='page_166'></a>166</span> +when she went away to speak, so the next best thing to +having her at home was to have the stories she made for +them. These stories were sure to have accounts of pet +animals in them, suggesting to the Booth children their +own pets, and the following description of Snowball +shows how well Mrs. Booth could picture the feelings of +an insulted pussy cat.</p> +<p>“The three children seated themselves by the stately +white cat; slowly the ragged coat was opened and out +sprang a frisky plebeian kitten right under the Angora’s +aristocratic nose. What a picture it was. The little +black kitten startled and dazed by the light and warmth, +and a great prince of a cat towering over her. Snowball +was frozen into an attitude of horror at the unexpected +apparition. Every hair stood erect and his back looked +like a deformed hunch, while his yellow eyes flashed fire.</p> +<p>“‘Naughty, naughty Snowball,’ called Baby, when +the cats had gazed at each other for a full minute. ‘It’s +little, and it’s cold and it’s hungry.’</p> +<p>“Whatever he thought of Baby’s reproof, Snowball +did think it was time to act, and like a flash the white +paw darted at the offending kitten’s ear, and, I am +ashamed to say, he spit most crossly in its frightened +little face, then at one bound he sprang to the mantle-piece +and sat there growling. The children looked dismayed; +the little kitten stood looking up at its unsociable +host with a sweet, questioning little face, uttering mild +little mews of protest in answer to his thunderous growls.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_167' name='page_167'></a>167</span></div> +<p>“Then Brown Eyes’ wrath broke, and folding the kitten +in loving arms, he said to Snowball, ‘You bad, ungrateful +ill natured cat, I am surprised at you, petted and cuddled +and fed on good things, you turn and spit at a poor +little kitten, who only looked up into your face and asked +you to love it. We’ll go away and leave you. You can +stay there, and we’ll get a saucer of cream for this kitten +who is far nicer than you, cross cat; you bad cat, we’ll +leave you to yourself.’</p> +<p>“Left to himself Snowball repented but, alas! the door +was shut. The merry voices that resounded through +the house did not call him, while through the still room +sounded the voice of his taunting enemy, that hateful +clock, the words of which his conscience could so well +interpret, ‘Cross cat, bad cat, bad cat.’”</p> +<p>For years Mrs. Booth went from place to place +throughout the United States raising money for the +Volunteer Prison League, but when her father died he +left her a small fortune. Now she uses this money for +the great cause she loves, and is spared the hard work of +traveling and speaking. Those who have heard her, +remember a small woman with a soft, beautiful voice. +This voice urged the world not to look at trouble and +failure, but to lend a helping hand to men and women +who want to lead a better life by following the stars of +hope.</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_21' id='linki_21'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_168' name='page_168'></a>168</span> +<img src='images/p0168-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='352' height='453' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +ANDREW CARNEGIE<br /> +Founder of Many Libraries<br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_169' name='page_169'></a>169</span> +<a name='ANDREW_CARNEGIE' id='ANDREW_CARNEGIE'></a> +<h2>ANDREW CARNEGIE</h2> +</div> +<p>Have you a library in your town? What is it called? +Should you like to know why Andrew Carnegie decided +to spend millions and millions of dollars in building +beautiful libraries in this country and Scotland? I should +like to tell you, for the story is very interesting.</p> +<p>Mr. Carnegie was born in far away Scotland in the +year 1835. His father was a poor man who earned his +living by weaving linen by hand. Soon machines were +invented for the weaving of linen. As these machines +could weave more cheaply, those who had made a living +by hand weaving were thrown out of work. “Andie’s” +father was thus thrown out of employment and, hardly +knowing which way to turn, decided to come to +America.</p> +<p>Accordingly, when Andie was seven years of age, in +company with his parents and brother, he came to this +land of promise. In a land so large, it was not an easy +matter for them to decide where to live. Finally they +decided to settle in Allegheny City, just across the river +from Pittsburg.</p> +<p>After the home was settled, one of the first questions +to be solved was, whether Andie should go to school or +go to work. But what could a boy so small do? He +could be a bobbin boy in a big factory, he was told. So +as bobbin boy, we soon see him earning his first money. +Can you guess what his first wages were? From early +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_170' name='page_170'></a>170</span> +morning until late at night he worked and, for a whole +week’s work received but one dollar and twenty cents.</p> +<p>So faithful and energetic was he, that he was soon +promoted to engine-boy at a salary of a dollar and eighty +cents a week. While the increase in salary pleased him, +the work was not so pleasant, for he had to work in a +damp cellar away from fresh air and sunlight. Then, +too, he was alone most of the time.</p> +<p>It was while he was engine-boy that an event happened +that caused him later in life to build libraries. Suppose we +invite Mr. Carnegie, in his own language, to tell us about it.</p> +<p>“There were no fine libraries then, but in Allegheny +City, where I lived, there was a Colonel Anderson, who +was well-to-do and of a philanthropic turn. He announced, +about the time I first began to work, that he +would be in his library at home, every Saturday, ready +to lend books to working boys and men. He had only +about four hundred volumes, but I doubt if ever so few +books were put to better use. Only one who has +longed, as I did, for Saturday to come, that the spring of +knowledge might be opened anew to him, can imagine +what Colonel Anderson did for me and other boys of +Allegheny City. Quite a number of them have risen to +eminence, and I think their rise can be traced easily to +this splendid opportunity.”</p> +<p>No doubt it was the kindness of Colonel Anderson +that prompted Mr. Carnegie, later in life, to bestow his +wealth for the founding of libraries.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_171' name='page_171'></a>171</span></div> +<p>Since the work as engine-boy had never appealed to +Andie, he was delighted when another promotion was +earned. This time he was made messenger boy in a +telegraph office in Pittsburg at a salary of two dollars +and fifty cents a week. In speaking of this period Mr. +Carnegie said: “If you want an idea as to heaven on +earth, imagine what it is to be taken from a dark cellar, +where I fired the boiler from morning until night, and +dropped into an office, where light shone from all sides, +with books, papers, and pencils in profusion around me, +and oh, the tick of those mysterious brass instruments +on the desk, annihilating space and conveying intelligence +to the world. This was my first glimpse of paradise, +and I walked on air.”</p> +<p>Fortunately, the man in charge of the office, a Scotchman +by the name of James Reid, took a liking to the +Scotch lad and began to help him by teaching him +telegraphy. Accordingly, during the leisure moments +when Andie had no messages to deliver he studied so +diligently that in a remarkably short time he became a +skillful telegraph operator.</p> +<p>At this time his father died, leaving the support of +the family to Andie. To support them he must earn +more money, and so he left his job as messenger boy to +become a telegraph operator on the Pennsylvania railroad. +While thus engaged as an operator he invented a +system of train dispatching that, each year, saved the +company thousands of dollars. This invention attracted +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_172' name='page_172'></a>172</span> +the attention of the railroad officials to young Carnegie, +and he was made private secretary to Colonel Scott, +vice-president of the road, and a little later was made +superintendent of the Western division of the Pennsylvania +railroad, all before he was thirty years of age.</p> +<p>It was while he was superintendent of the railroad +that Mr. Woodruff, the inventor of the sleeping car, +came to him with the invention. Mr. Carnegie listened +to a description of the proposed cars. He saw that the +idea was good and adopted it at once. Thus it was that +on Mr. Carnegie’s division of the Pennsylvania railroad +the first sleeping cars in the United States were run.</p> +<p>Prior to this time all the railroad bridges had been +made of wood; but it occurred to Carnegie that bridges +should be made of steel, rather than wood. Accordingly, +he organized the Keystone Bridge Company that +built the first steel bridge across the Ohio River. As the +bridge business grew, Mr. Carnegie decided that he could +make more money by making his own steel for the bridges. +To do this he organized a company and built the Union +Iron Mills. So profitable were these mills that in a short +time he purchased the Edgar Thompson Steel Rail Mill +and the Homestead Steel Works. Gradually his business +grew until in 1901, when he retired, his payroll exceeded +eighteen million dollars a year, and he received two hundred +and fifty millions for his share of the business.</p> +<p>But, I hear you ask, “How could he earn so much +money? How did he get the money to start these great +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_173' name='page_173'></a>173</span> +enterprises?” From the first he was economical and +saved every penny possible; and fortunately for him his +investments were always profitable, as the following +examples will show.</p> +<p>When he was a telegraph operator, his friend, Mr. +Scott, urged him to buy ten shares in the Adams Express +Company for six hundred dollars. As Mr. Carnegie was +able to get together but five hundred dollars, Mr. Scott +lent him the extra hundred, and the investment was +made. Soon these shares were yielding large dividends, +which Mr. Carnegie carefully saved.</p> +<p>Already I have told you how Mr. Woodruff, the +inventor of the sleeping car, came to Mr. Carnegie to get +him to try out these cars. So enthusiastic was Mr. +Carnegie over the invention, that he organized the +Woodruff Sleeping Car Company, and borrowed money +from every possible source to finance the enterprise. +Here, too, he met with a degree of success that was far +beyond his fondest expectations.</p> +<p>Suppose we invite Mr. Carnegie to tell us about his +third investment. He says: “In company with several +others, I purchased the now famous Story farm, on Oil +Creek, Pennsylvania, where a well had been bored and +natural-oil struck the year before. This proved a very +profitable investment. When I first visited this famous +well, the oil was running into the creek where a few +flat-bottomed scows lay filled with it, ready to be floated +down the Allegheny River on an agreed upon day each +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_174' name='page_174'></a>174</span> +week, when the creek was flooded by means of a temporary +dam. This was the beginning of the natural-oil +business. We purchased the farm for forty thousand +dollars, and so small was our faith in the ability of the +earth to yield, for any considerable time, the hundred +barrels per day which the property was then producing +that we decided to make a pond capable of holding one +hundred thousand barrels of oil, which we estimated +would be worth, when the supply ceased, one million dollars.</p> +<p>“Unfortunately for us, the pond leaked fearfully. +Evaporation also caused much loss, but we continued to +run the oil in to make the loss good day by day, until +several hundred thousand barrels had gone in this +fashion. Our experience with the farm is worth reciting: +its value rose to five million dollars, and one year it paid +in cash dividends one million dollars.” Surely this was +a very profitable investment.</p> +<p>But most of Mr. Carnegie’s money was made in the +steel business, and, you ask how this was done.</p> +<p>Prior to 1868 the process of making iron into steel had +been extremely expensive. In that year Mr. Carnegie +introduced a method for making steel known as the +Bessemer process. For years his mills had a monopoly +of the process; and, as it reduced the cost of making steel +by more than half, he made vast sums of money.</p> +<p>About all rich men two questions are always asked: +How did they get their money, and what did they do +with it?</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_175' name='page_175'></a>175</span></div> +<p>While Mr. Carnegie may be justly criticized for some +of the methods he adopted in getting his money, few can +criticize the beautiful spirit that he has shown in giving +it away. So liberal has he been that in a single year he +gave away one hundred and twelve million dollars. +Some of his more notable gifts are $22,000,000 for the +Carnegie Institution in Washington, $24,000,000 for the +Carnegie Institution in Pittsburg, $15,000,000 for +Teachers’ Pensions, $10,000,000 for Scotch Universities, +and $70,000,000 for libraries.</p> +<p>In the northern part of Scotland is a large and beautiful +mansion known as Skibo Castle. This was Mr. +Carnegie’s country estate, and here he and his wife and +daughter lived in comparative quiet. In his late years, +as in boyhood days, he loved to tread on the free heather +of his beloved country. As the years multiplied, his +sympathies gradually enlarged and his vision broadened. +Though some, as they grow old, become sour and crabbed, +Mr. Carnegie became increasingly optimistic and youthful +in spirit, until death claimed him.</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p>“<i>He is never alone that hath a good book.</i>”</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_22' id='linki_22'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_176' name='page_176'></a>176</span> +<img src='images/p0176-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='351' height='451' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +DR. ANNA SHAW<br /> +Honorary President, Woman’s National Suffrage Association<br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_177' name='page_177'></a>177</span> +<a name='ANNA_SHAW' id='ANNA_SHAW'></a> +<h2>ANNA SHAW</h2> +</div> +<p>When Anna Shaw was four years old, her mother left +Scotland with her family of small children and started +for America to join her husband. After a few days’ sail, +a fearful storm arose and the ship returned with great +difficulty to Queenstown. This was the first impressive +experience of Anna’s life, and she was destined to live +through many exciting ones. Finally, another ship +started on the long voyage across the Atlantic and this +time the family reached the shores of our country and +met the husband and father. Anna remembers his joy +over their reunion.</p> +<p>But the next event that stands out clearly in her +mind occurred after they had lived in the United States +for a year or more. Her parents did not believe in slavery, +and were anxious to help runaway slaves gain a place of +safety and freedom. They had read Uncle Tom’s Cabin +aloud to their children, so Anna was not surprised when +one day she went into the cellar on an errand and found a +negro woman hiding there. The little girl was greatly +excited and anxious to know just how the woman came +there and where she was going. But when she told her +parents of her discovery they became alarmed lest she +might, through her interest, say things before strangers +that would disclose their secret. Therefore they kept her +away from the cellar on one excuse or another, and +although Anna was sure her home sheltered many slaves +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_178' name='page_178'></a>178</span> +on their journey to a free land, she never again saw one +or knew anything about the system that helped these +suffering persons.</p> +<p>The Shaw home was in a small Massachusetts town, +and there was much happening to engage the attention +of the children. Anna recalls the first money she ever +earned. The amount was twenty-five cents, and she was +paid that for riding in a Fourth of July celebration. +After this seemingly great sum of money was hers, she +and a small sister decided to spend some of it. They +bought a banana, which was to them a strange and +wonderful fruit, but they did not like it because they did +not know how to eat it. They gave it away to a boy +who quickly removed the peel and enjoyed eating the +fruit. They were amazed, for they had tried to eat it +just as they bought it from the dealer. When Anna saw +their gift eaten so rapidly she was astonished and +disappointed.</p> +<p>This incident was to be one of the last memories of +her New England home, for the family moved to Northern +Michigan and became pioneers. For toys she received +at Christmas a small saw and an axe. These were typical +of the life she was to lead for a number of years. Unlike +many girls of her age, she had no time to play with dolls +or sew; she was forced to do a man’s work in helping +with the new home.</p> +<p>Her father was a kind, gentle man, but very much of +a dreamer. He did not realize that things must be done +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_179' name='page_179'></a>179</span> +promptly if a family is to have food and shelter. Once +he spent weeks reading and planning what kinds of +grains would be best to sow, but long before he had +decided, the planting season was over, the young crops +were up, and the Shaws had none. The mother was not +strong, yet she did an immense amount of work. As +she had been highly trained in sewing, she made the +clothing for the entire family. The two older girls, +Eleanor and Mary, did the housework and this left Anna +and her brother to do the rough outdoor work. Together +they accomplished this and many other tasks. +They even made a set of furniture for their simple cabin +home.</p> +<p>Indians were all about through the woods, and once +while out playing Anna saw a band of them going towards +her home. She hurried back to see her mother giving +them food. This they took with no thanks and departed. +But later in the year they returned and brought Mrs. +Shaw a large supply of venison to show her they appreciated +her kindness.</p> +<p>Another time a number of Indians stopped at the +Shaw cabin, and they had been drinking whiskey. +They demanded food, and it was prepared for them. +Meanwhile Anna and her brother, fearful lest the liquor +might excite their guests, managed to go to the attic and +let down a rope from the gable window. With it they +drew up all their firearms, one by one. Then at long +intervals, members of the family would slip away and hide +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_180' name='page_180'></a>180</span> +upstairs where they knew they would be safe unless the +Indians set fire to the house.</p> +<p>The hungry guests ate up everything, then stretched +themselves out and fell into a drunken sleep. The +Shaw children watched them all night through cracks in +the attic floor, and when morning came were glad to see +the Indians sneak away as if they were ashamed.</p> +<p>Many hardships came to the little family. Their +cow died, and for an entire winter they had no milk. +They had no coffee either, but made something they +called coffee out of dried peas and burned rye. Anna +was always cold; she cannot remember that the house +was ever warm enough to be comfortable; still she +enjoyed life and made up her mind to go to college, to be +a preacher, and to be worth one hundred thousand +dollars. She named this amount because it seemed so +unlikely she would ever have any money. Often she +would steal away and preach in the woods to an imaginary +audience.</p> +<p>When she was fifteen years of age she began to teach +school. She had but fourteen pupils, and they learned +to read from whatever books they could find. The +result was that their text books were almanacs and +hymn books. For teaching she was paid two dollars a +week and board. This latter did not amount to much, +as often all she had for her luncheon was a piece of raw +salt pork. Her salary was not paid promptly either, as +the school authorities had to wait until the dog tax was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_181' name='page_181'></a>181</span> +collected because it was from this fund that the teacher’s +salary was drawn.</p> +<p>The largest salary Anna Shaw ever received for teaching +was one hundred and fifty-six dollars a year, so at +last she stopped and started to learn the trade of sewing. +This was very distasteful to her, and she determined she +would not earn her living with the needle. What she +wanted to do was to preach. Finally she had a chance +to give her first sermon, and her brother-in-law, who +owned the county newspaper, printed this notice:</p> +<p style='margin-left:1.0em; margin-right:1.0em'>“A young girl named Anna Shaw +preached at Ashton yesterday. Her +real friends deprecate the course she is +pursuing.”</p> +<p>This did not discourage Anna Shaw, for she kept on +working and in 1873 managed to enter Albion College in +Albion, Michigan. She had earned a little money to pay +her way, and she intended to get the rest by preaching. +Her family disapproved so strongly of this step that +they had nothing to do with her, and it was some years +before they became reconciled and good feeling was +once more established between them and the bright +young woman.</p> +<p>Anna was twenty-five when she entered college, and +she had had so much experience in her pioneer home she +seemed much older. Every Sunday she preached in +mission churches to congregations composed chiefly of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_182' name='page_182'></a>182</span> +Indians who sat listening solemnly, while their papooses +were hung along the walls in their queer little Indian +cradles.</p> +<p>From Albion College, Anna Shaw went to Boston +Theological School, and after a hard struggle with poverty, +was graduated from this institution as a minister. +She had given to her for her field of labor a little church +on Cape Cod, that part of Massachusetts that seems to +stretch forth to meet the sea. Here she was the minister +for seven years. The members of her church liked +her, and she was always busy helping them in every +way, from preaching funeral sermons and performing +marriage ceremonies to helping settle neighborhood +quarrels.</p> +<p>There were many amusing episodes in her life. One +over which she has laughed many times was her purchase +of a horse. She wanted a horse gentle and safe for a +woman, so when she went to look at one that had been +offered her the only question she asked was, “Is she safe +for a woman?” The family who owned her said she was, +so Miss Shaw bought her. When the errand boy at the +Shaw residence went out to the barn to hitch up the new +horse, the creature kicked so that the boy ran from the +building thoroughly frightened. However, Miss Shaw +went into the stall and harnessed the horse easily. Soon +she discovered the truth; the horse was safe for women, +she liked them, but she would not let a man or boy come +near her. The only way she could be outwitted was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_183' name='page_183'></a>183</span> +when the errand boy put on a sunbonnet and long +circular cloak of Miss Shaw’s. Even then the horse +would eye him suspiciously, but did not kick. Miss +Shaw thought she had made a most peculiar purchase, +but she became fond of Daisy, as the horse was called, +just as she did of every person and thing in her parish.</p> +<p>At last, feeling the need of more training, in order to +do good in the world, she went to a medical school, and +after serious study became Dr. Anna Shaw. While +there she became interested in the cause of Woman’s +Suffrage. At that time only a few persons believed that +women, as well as men, should have the right to vote, +and anyone saying they should was criticized severely.</p> +<p>Dr. Shaw went to work for this cause with great +energy and steadfastness of purpose. From 1888 to 1906 +she was closely associated with Miss Susan B. Anthony +who was then the head of the suffrage movement. When +Miss Anthony passed away, Dr. Shaw became one of the +great leaders. In 1906 only four states had granted +suffrage to women,</p> +<table summary=''><tr><td> +<p class='cg'>Wyoming in 1869,<br /> +Colorado in 1893,<br /> +Idaho in 1896,<br /> +Utah in 1896.</p> +</td></tr></table> +<p>Suddenly all over the United States women became +interested in this cause to which a few devoted women +had already given years of their lives, and in 1910 Washington +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_184' name='page_184'></a>184</span> +was added to the small list of states where women +had equal political rights with men. Then in quick succession +came</p> +<table summary=''><tr><td> +<p class='cg'>California in 1911,<br /> +Arizona in 1912,<br /> +Kansas in 1912,<br /> +Oregon in 1912,<br /> +Alaska in 1913,<br /> +Nevada in 1914,<br /> +Montana in 1914,<br /> +New York in 1917.</p> +</td></tr></table> +<p>By 1917 women also had the right to vote for president +and all offices except the judiciary, in Illinois, North +Dakota, Nebraska, and Michigan. At that time there +was partial suffrage for women in Arkansas, New Mexico, +South Dakota, Iowa, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Oklahoma, +Louisiana, Mississippi, New Jersey, Connecticut, Massachusetts, +New Hampshire, Florida and Ohio. In some +of these states just mentioned, women voted for very +few offices, but still they had a slight voice in the affairs +of their state, and a large number of states refused women +all voting rights. They were Texas, Missouri, Alabama, +Tennessee, Pennsylvania, West Virginia, Maryland, Georgia, +South Carolina, North Carolina, Maine, Indiana, +Delaware and Virginia.</p> +<p>Dr. Shaw’s life dream was realized when woman was +given the right to vote on all questions in every state in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_185' name='page_185'></a>185</span> +the union by an amendment to the Constitution of the +United States.</p> +<p>Dr. Shaw died in the service of her country at Washington, +in 1918.</p> +<p>Like so many of America’s noble men and women, +the secret of Anna Shaw’s life has been service to others,––doing +good to her fellowmen and working always for +human justice.</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<table summary=''><tr><td> +<p class='center cg'><i>AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL</i></p> +<p class='cg'><br /> +“<i>O Beautiful for spacious skies,<br /> +<span class='indent2'> </span>For amber waves of grain,<br /> +For purple mountain majesties<br /> +<span class='indent2'> </span>Above the fruited plain!<br /> +<span class='indent6'> </span>America! America!<br /> +<span class='indent2'> </span>God shed his grace on thee<br /> +And crown thy good with brotherhood<br /> +<span class='indent2'> </span>From sea to shining sea.</i>”<br /> +<br /></p> +<p class='ralign cg'>––<span class='smcap'>Katharine Lee Bates.</span></p> +</td></tr></table> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_23' id='linki_23'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_186' name='page_186'></a>186</span> +<img src='images/p0186-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='350' height='451' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +ERNEST THOMPSON SETON and WIFE<br /> +Founder of the Boy Scout Movement<br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_187' name='page_187'></a>187</span> +<a name='ERNEST_THOMPSON_SETON' id='ERNEST_THOMPSON_SETON'></a> +<h2>ERNEST THOMPSON SETON</h2> +</div> +<p>How many boys of ten years of age know what they +want to do when they are grown? Surely there are some +boys of that age who have planned their future work or +at least have dreamed about it. But how many ever +do in later life just what they had thought of doing when +in the fourth grade of the public school? Not many, +you may be sure. However, some years ago there was +a boy living in England who had decided on his life work +by the time his tenth birthday passed. What is more, +he carried out his plans with great success. Today you +may read many of his books and look at interesting +pictures he has drawn of wild animals that are as familiar +to him as are the pets most boys and girls have in their +homes. More than this, if a boy belongs to the Boy +Scouts, he is a member of an organization that this man +helped to found in the United States.</p> +<p>Ernest Thompson Seton was born in the northern +part of England. His family moved to Canada, but he +attended school in England and did not stay in America +for any length of time until his schooling was completed. +His name was originally Ernest E. Thompson Seton, +but some years ago he changed it by turning the last two +names around and putting a hyphen between them. As +he has written under both names, persons sometimes +wonder if there are two men who love the out of doors +and write with pleasure of their open air experiences.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_188' name='page_188'></a>188</span></div> +<p>Mr. Thompson Seton’s wish was to spend a large +part of his life tramping over the country studying +animals and learning woodcraft. The rest of the time he +would write and make pictures of what he had seen. +He felt he could stay within doors only part of each year. +So as soon as he finished school and returned to the +province of Manitoba he went to work in the fields. It +did not take him long to earn enough money to live on +during the winter, as his wants were few; then he set out +to tramp all over the province. He watched the birds; +he learned the ways of all the animals and could tell +wonderful stories of their instinct and cunning. When +he did live under a roof for a few weeks, he was always +busy drawing pictures of his friends in the open or writing +down accounts of their lives. One of his best known +books was published in 1898 and was called, “Wild +Animals I Have Known.” This brought him to the +attention of many readers; but he had been helping make +books long before this one, for when the Century Dictionary +was published he drew for it more than a thousand +pictures of the animals that he had watched and studied.</p> +<p>In the course of his life he has been a hunter, a day +laborer, a scientist, a naturalist, and an artist. At the +same time he has been able to carry out his plan of spending +the greater part of each year out of doors. Loving +a free active life from his earliest boyhood, it is not strange +that Ernest Thompson Seton was the first man to +organize the Boy Scouts in America. In the Outlook +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_189' name='page_189'></a>189</span> +for July 23, 1910, he tells the story in a most interesting +manner. He says:</p> +<p>“My friend John Moale, a rich man, had bought +several thousand acres of abandoned farm lands near +Boston in the year 1900. This he made into a beautiful +park, all for his own enjoyment. Around this park he +built a strong fence twelve feet high so that no one +could get into the park. His prospects of peace and +happiness were excellent. But the neighbors resented +his coming. He had fenced in a lot of open ground that +had been the common cow-pasture of the adjoining +village. He had taken from the boys their nutting-ground, +and forbidden the usual summer picnics. He +was an outsider, a rich man despoiling the very poor, and +they set about making it unpleasant for him.</p> +<p>“They destroyed his fences, they stoned his notice-boards +until they fell, and they painted shocking pictures +on his gates. Mr. Moale, a peace-loving man, rebuilt the +fences and restored the notice-boards only to have them +torn down again and again.</p> +<p>“All summer this had been going on, so I learned on +visiting Mr. Moale in September. Finally I said to him: +‘Let me try my hand on these boys.’ He was ready for +anything, and gave me a free hand. I bought two tents, +three old Indian teepees, and two canoes. I got some +bows and arrows and a target.</p> +<p>“Then I got a gang of men to make a campground +by the lake on my friend’s grounds. On this +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_190' name='page_190'></a>190</span> +I set up the tents and teepees in the form of an Indian +village.</p> +<p>“Now I went to the local school house and got permission +to talk to the boys for five minutes. ‘Now +boys,’ I said, ‘Mr. Moale invites you all to come to the +Indian village on his land next Friday, after school, to +camp with him there until Monday morning. We will +have all the grub you can eat, all the canoes necessary, +and everything to have a jolly time in camp.’</p> +<p>“At first the boys were bashful and suspicious, but +finally they accepted the invitation, and at 4:30 forty-two +boys arrived in high glee.</p> +<p>“‘Say, Mister, kin we holler?’</p> +<p>“‘Yes, all you want to.’</p> +<p>“‘Kin we take our clothes off?’</p> +<p>“As the weather was warm I said, ‘Yes, every stitch, +if you like.’ And soon they were a mob of naked, howling +savages, tearing through the woods, jumping into the +lake, or pelting each other with mud.”</p> +<p>After supper, Mr. Thompson Seton tells us, the boys +gathered around the camp fire while he told them one +Indian story after another. For two days the boys ate, +swam, canoed, and, what was most important of all, they +became acquainted with the two men. There was no +harm done the boats, teepees, or outfit other than fair +wear and tear during that camping, and before it was +over Mr. Moale, instead of having a gang of bandits to +combat the year round, had now a guard of staunch +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_191' name='page_191'></a>191</span> +friends, ready to fight his battles and look out for his +interests when he was away.</p> +<p>That was the beginning of it. Every boy in the +village is now a member of the tribe, and three other +bands have been formed in the neighborhood. All this +was in 1900. Since then thousands of workers have +become interested and the work has spread, until today +the Boy Scouts of America is one of the best known +organizations of the country.</p> +<p>One reason for the growth of the Boy Scout movement +is the fact that scouting usually makes boys cleaner +and more manly than they were before. Should you +like to know the Scout Laws that they learn and practice? +The first law is this: “<i>A scout is trustworthy.</i>” +This means a scout’s honor is to be trusted. Boy Scouts +everywhere make a great deal of the word <i>honor</i>. The +following story shows the scout’s idea of honor: “A little +newsboy boarded a crowded car the other night with a +very large bundle of papers, and the conductor, with +coarse good-nature, tried to favor him by not taking his +fare, although of course he could not do this without +cheating the railway. The boy looked at him with indignation, +and could not believe that he was the conductor. +He went all through the car hunting for the real conductor +to whom he might pay his fare.”</p> +<p>“<i>A scout is loyal</i>,” is the second law. <i>Loyalty</i> is another +word that is dear to the scout. Have you ever heard a +scout say bad things about his scout master or about his +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_192' name='page_192'></a>192</span> +fellow scouts behind their backs? Not very often, I am +sure. If a scout has anything to say against any one, he +goes directly to him and talks it over. The Scout Law +explains loyalty saying: “He is loyal to all to whom +loyalty is due, his scout leader, his home and parents and +country.” He must stick to them through thick and +thin against any one who is their enemy, or whoever +talks badly of them.</p> +<p>Have you ever seen the scouts salute the flag? The +smiling faces and beaming eyes show that they love the +flag dearly. Few can sing better than the scouts, for +they mean every word they sing.</p> +<p>The instant our nation entered the great world war +the Boy Scouts offered themselves to their country to +do whatever the president asked. Since most of them +were too young to enlist, it was at first thought that they +could not do much. As the months passed, however, +the boys have found one task after another, until now +they are so busy that they put to shame many older +people.</p> +<p>Then, too, the Boy Scouts have worked so silently, +without making a fuss about what they were doing. In +many of our large cities they have planted “war gardens” +on every vacant lot they could get. In most cases all +they raised in these gardens was given to the Red Cross. +Furthermore, they have been the best friends the farmers +have had. These scouts in large numbers have left their +comfortable city homes to work on farms. They have +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_193' name='page_193'></a>193</span> +not asked for the easy, pleasant jobs, but have been +willing to do the thing that needed to be done most +whether it was pleasant or not. Have you ever wondered +who put up the thousands of posters asking the people +to save food and buy bonds? In many cases this work +has been done by the scouts.</p> +<p>The Boy Scout has been able to do so much because he +is taught to be brave. The coward has no place among +the scouts. The lad who is not willing to rough it soon +drops out. Long hikes, coarse food, and hard work try +the <i>stuff</i> that’s in a boy. If he can stand up to all these +he is sure to develop the endurance that makes him brave.</p> +<p>As soon as the war began, the educated young men of +our country went to the officers’ training camps to learn +to become officers. After thousands of these young men +who had tried to become officers had failed, the people +began to wonder what the trouble was. Finally they +asked the great army officers who had examined them, +and received this answer: “Your young men are slouchy; +slouchy in the way they hold their shoulders, slouchy in +the way they walk, slouchy in their use of the English +language, slouchy in the way they think.” Should you +like to know how the young men who had once been +scouts fared? Almost without exception they passed, +for the training they had received as scouts had cured +them of much of their slouchiness.</p> +<p>A scout is not only brave but he is also courteous and +helpful to others. Nothing delights a scout more than +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_194' name='page_194'></a>194</span> +to be able to help a child or an old man or woman across +a busy street. For these little services he must not +receive tips. Major Powell, the great English Scout +organizer, tells of a little fellow who came to his house +on an errand. When offered a tip the lad put up his +hand to the salute and said, “No, thank you, sir, I am +a Boy Scout.”</p> +<p>About the hardest thing a scout is expected to do is +to smile and whistle under all circumstances. “The +punishment for swearing or using bad language is, for +each offense, a mug of cold cold water poured down the +offender’s sleeves by the other scouts.”</p> +<p>Much more could be written in favor of the Boy +Scouts. They are a body of boys of whom we are proud. +And we shall ever be grateful to Ernest Thompson Seton +for his noble work in organizing the Boy Scouts in +America.</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p class='center'>“<i>Be Prepared</i>”</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_195' name='page_195'></a>195</span> +<a name='JOHN_WANAMAKER' id='JOHN_WANAMAKER'></a> +<h2>JOHN WANAMAKER</h2> +</div> +<p>It was a stormy, rainy day in New York City. We +wanted to visit some of the great stores and shops, but +were afraid of the bad weather.</p> +<p>Our friends who lived in the city laughed at us. They +said: “This is just the kind of a day to go to Wanamakers. +We will take the subway to the basement door and never +be in the wet at all.”</p> +<p>So we hurried to the underground railroad that runs +beneath the busy streets, and were soon riding away in a +fast express train. On we went in the darkness, through +winding tunnels to the other end of the city. At last +we stopped at a brilliantly lighted platform and were +told that this was our destination. Leaving the train we +did not ascend to the street, but went through great doors +into a large room that was as light as day. Elevators +took us up, up, from floor to floor. And what did we +see, I hear you ask. We saw everything one could wish +to buy. We saw everything we had ever dreamed of +purchasing. We saw many beautiful things of which +we had never heard, and we felt as if we were visiting a +magic palace.</p> +<p>At noon we ate our lunch in a pleasant restaurant up +at the very top of the enormous building. It was quiet +and peaceful, and we were glad to rest. When we were +through, we found an attractive little concert hall where +many persons were listening to a deep-toned organ.</p> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_24' id='linki_24'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_196' name='page_196'></a>196</span> +<img src='images/p0196-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='354' height='452' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +JOHN WANAMAKER (On left)<br /> +Great Merchant and Philanthropist<br /> +</p> +</div> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_197' name='page_197'></a>197</span></div> +<p>We were told we were welcome to sit down and hear the +sweet music. An hour passed before we were ready to +leave. Then we continued our sightseeing, and it was +late in the afternoon before we were ready to go home. +We returned the same way we had come and when we were +once more far up town in our own familiar street the rain +had just stopped. Then we realized we had been in doors +all day long and known nothing of the storm. It had +indeed been just the kind of a day to go to Wanamakers.</p> +<p>And what is Wanamakers? It is the name of two +great stores, one in New York City and the other in +Philadelphia. The owner, John Wanamaker, is the man +who first thought of selling all manner of articles in one +store, and so built what we call today a department store.</p> +<p>No one who knew John Wanamaker when he was a +boy thought he had any better chances than any other +boy among his playmates, and no one foretold that he +would become a great merchant.</p> +<p>A plain two story house in Philadelphia was his early +home. There he lived with his father and mother. His +father was a brick maker, and while John was very small +he would help his father by turning the bricks over so +they would dry evenly. His father died in 1852. John +was just fourteen, and he went to work in a book store. +His wages were $1.50 a week, but he managed to save +a little. His mother encouraged him and he says of her, +“Her smile was a bit of heaven and it never faded out of +her face till her dying day.”</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_198' name='page_198'></a>198</span></div> +<p>Although at first the boy earned but little to help this +good mother, he soon was able to care for her in a way +beyond his highest hopes.</p> +<p>What caused him to succeed? His capital! “But,” +you say, “he had no money; he was poor.” True, his +capital was not money. Let us see what it was. A +few words will tell us. He had good health, good habits, +a clean mind, thriftiness, and a tireless devotion to whatever +he thought to be his duty.</p> +<p>He worked hard outside of business hours, improving +himself for any opportunity that might come. And +one came when he was twenty-one years of age.</p> +<p>The directors of the Philadelphia Y. M. C. A. were +looking for a young man to become Secretary of the +Association. They were anxious to secure an earnest +energetic person who would make a great success, for it +was the first time that such a position as Y. M. C. A. +secretary had been established. They selected John +Wanamaker and paid him $1,000 a year.</p> +<p>He went to work with a will, and everyone felt that +he more than earned his salary. All the time he was +saving, just as he had been doing when he worked in the +book store. He had great hopes and plans. When he +had saved $2000 he and a friend of his own age started a +business of their own. Their store was named Oak +Hall and they sold men’s clothing. At that time business +houses did not advertise in the newspapers as they do +today. Neither were signboards used. Just imagine +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_199' name='page_199'></a>199</span> +how puzzled the good folk of Philadelphia were when, +one morning, they saw great billboards all over their +peaceful city. On these were two letters, W. & B. No +one knew what these letters meant. Everyone was +guessing, and it was not until Oak Hall was opened that +the public learned that W. & B. stood for Wanamaker +& Brown, the name of the new firm.</p> +<p>Their first day’s business brought in thirty-eight +dollars. John Wanamaker himself delivered the goods +in a wheel barrow. Then he hurried to a newspaper office +and spent the entire thirty-eight dollars for advertising. +After reading of the wonderful goods on sale there, customers +poured into Oak Hall. They bought, too, for +again John Wanamaker had spent his money wisely. +He had hired the highest paid clerk in Philadelphia to +manage the sales room, which meant that each customer +was waited upon well and went away pleased, ready to +tell his friends about the new store.</p> +<p>What do you suppose was told the oftenest? Probably +you would not guess, because today all business +houses have followed the plan that was used first in Oak +Hall.</p> +<p>You will be surprised when you hear that it was the +custom of having one price for a garment and sticking +to it that caused the most talk. This price was marked +plainly on a tag attached to the article to be sold, and +any one could see it. Before this, clothing merchants +had not marked their goods, but tried to get as much as +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_200' name='page_200'></a>200</span> +possible from a customer. Often one suit of clothes had +a dozen prices on the same day. So you can see what a +change the energetic young man made. He did more +than this. Because he wanted to please the public, he +said if any customer was not satisfied he could return his +purchase and receive his money back. This was a +startling idea, but it worked, and made many friends for +the young firm.</p> +<p>Their store waked up Philadelphia. Every week +some new advertising appeared. Once great balloons +were sent up from the roof. Stamped on each one was +the statement that any one who found the balloon and +returned it to Oak Hall would receive a suit of clothes. +You can imagine how the people hunted for those +balloons. One was found five months afterward in a +cranberry swamp. The frightened farmer who saw it +swaying to and fro thought at first that some strange +animal was hiding there. You may be sure he was glad +to hurry to Oak Hall with his prize and get the promised +suit of clothes.</p> +<p>John Wanamaker kept on economizing and saving, +for he wanted a bigger business. Then the idea came to +him of selling many kinds of goods under one roof, +and the modern department store was born. The +store, though small at first, gradually grew until it +finally became the largest in Philadelphia. Then it +was that he decided to build an even larger one in New +York City.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_201' name='page_201'></a>201</span></div> +<p>Today there are department stores throughout our +country in every city and town. We like them and take +them as a matter of course. But let us remember they +had their beginning in the idea of this boy from Philadelphia.</p> +<p>His success looks very great to us, but it was built up +step by step. He says it is due “to thinking, toiling, and +trusting in God.” This seems to sum up his life. Besides +business, his interest in religious affairs has always +been great. He has given of his wealth to many noble +charities and helpful organizations. In Philadelphia he +built a great building for a Sunday School alone. Thousands +of persons attend this school each Sunday and +there are classes there during the week for those who +have had to leave school at an early age. He has remembered +the Y. M. C. A. and, perhaps because of his early +work with it, has been unusually generous in giving +buildings to struggling associations. He even built +one in the far away city of Madras, India, thus stretching +out his influence for good nearly around the world.</p> +<p>But while he has had thought for those far away, +he has also cared for the people who work for him. His +stores were the first to have an entire holiday on Saturday +during the hot days of summer. This was done so +the men and women could leave the crowded city, if +they wished, on Friday evening, and have a vacation of +two full days in the country or at the seashore.</p> +<p>Then, too, he has encouraged the various departments +of the stores to form clubs and musical societies. At +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_202' name='page_202'></a>202</span> +times there have been two bands in the New York store, +one composed of men and the other of women. They +have rooms and hours in which to practice.</p> +<p>Besides playing and singing, some of the clubs study +English, foreign languages, and many other subjects. +It is possible for every person employed in one of the +Wanamaker stores to add to his stock of knowledge +through this club life.</p> +<p>Some years ago John Wanamaker began giving a +pension to those who had served him for a certain length +of time. This plan has since been followed by other +firms because it promotes faithfulness and interest in +the business.</p> +<p>This interest makes each one connected with the +store realize he is a part of it. Perhaps this is shown best +by the way pensioned men and women responded to Mr. +Wanamaker’s call in 1917, after so many men had left to +join the army and navy. They went back to take the +places of those who had gone, feeling that in so doing +they were serving their country.</p> +<p>There was one fine old Scotchman past eighty years of +age living in New York who had been forty-four years in +the employ of Wanamaker. He had been on the pension +roll for some time and was enjoying old age quietly. +When he heard the call from his former employer, he +went down to work as eagerly as a boy, glad he was +strong and sturdy enough to do his part in keeping the +great store open to serve the public.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_203' name='page_203'></a>203</span></div> +<p>Is it not a fine thing to be able to develop such spirit +and energy among thousands of persons? Surely the +mother of the boy who turned bricks for his father would +rejoice if she could read her son’s record. He has become +one of the greatest business men of his day; he served our +country well as Postmaster General but most of all he +has given each year more and more time and money to +help make the world better.</p> +<p>Can we not say of him that, while he has always +recognized that the object of business is to make money +in an honorable way, he has tried to remember that the +object of life is to do good?</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<table summary=''><tr><td> +<p class='cg'>“<i>And the star-spangled banner<br /> +<span class='indent2'> </span>In triumph shall wave<br /> +O’er the land of the free<br /> +<span class='indent2'> </span>And the home of the brave.</i>”<br /> +</p> +<p class='ralign'>––<span class='smcap'>Francis Scott Key.</span></p> +</td></tr></table> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_25' id='linki_25'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_204' name='page_204'></a>204</span> +<img src='images/p0204-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='354' height='450' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'><i>Photograph from Underwood & Underwood, N. Y.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +EX-PRESIDENT WOODROW WILSON<br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_205' name='page_205'></a>205</span> +<a name='WOODROW_WILSON' id='WOODROW_WILSON'></a> +<h2>WOODROW WILSON</h2> +</div> +<p>Thomas Woodrow Wilson was born at Staunton, Virginia, +December 28, 1856. At that time Staunton was +a town of five thousand inhabitants, situated in the beautiful +and famous Valley of Virginia. Woodrow’s father, +a thoroughly trained and able preacher, was pastor of +the Southern Presbyterian Church of the city.</p> +<p>When Woodrow was two years of age the family +moved to Augusta, Georgia. In those days Augusta, a +city of fifteen thousand people, was one of the leading +manufacturing cities of the South. With its great railroad +shops, furnaces, rolling mills, and cotton mills, it +was indeed a hive of industry.</p> +<p>As a boy Woodrow was called “Tommy” by his playmates; +but as he grew into manhood he dropped his given +name and signed himself––Woodrow Wilson. His mother +was a Woodrow, and by signing his name Woodrow +Wilson he hoped to do equal honor to each parent.</p> +<p>During Woodrow’s boyhood days, the Civil War +storm-cloud was gathering; and when he was five years +of age it broke in all its fury. Fortunately for him, +Augusta was far removed from the scenes of conflict. +Never can he remember having seen troops of southern +soldiers marching through the streets of the city. Only +once was he thoroughly frightened. When General +Sherman was on his famous march to the sea, word came +that he was about to capture Augusta. Immediately the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_206' name='page_206'></a>206</span> +few men who were left in the city, for most of them +had gone to war, gathered all sorts of fire arms and +marched forth to meet the enemy. All night they +lay on their arms, but greatly to their relief the foe +never came.</p> +<p>Naturally enough the most vivid memories young +Woodrow had of the war were those in connection with +the scarcity of food. Before the war the people of the +South had never thought of eating cow peas, as they were +thought to be fit only for cattle; but so scarce did food +become that Woodrow had to eat so much cow pea soup +that even yet, whenever he thinks of it, he feels the old +time disgust.</p> +<p>Two things that happened immediately at the close +of the war made a deep impression upon the lad who was +then nine years of age. All through the war the president +of the Southern Confederacy was, as you know, +Jefferson Davis. Imagine young Woodrow’s surprise +when he saw the former president marched through the +streets of Augusta, a prisoner of war, guarded by Federal +soldiers. They were on their way to Fortress Monroe. +During the war Woodrow, as we have already said, saw +very little of the Confederate soldiers; but as soon as +peace was declared, the Union soldiers took possession of +the city, even occupying his father’s church as a temporary +barracks. The hardships suffered during the few +years immediately at the close of the war were even +greater than those during the war itself.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_207' name='page_207'></a>207</span></div> +<p>A thrilling event in the life of the lad was the day +when Augusta had its first street cars. The bob-tail cars, +with their red, purple, and green lights, and drawn by +mules, afforded all sorts of fun for the boys. To make +scissors by laying two pins crosswise on the rail for the +cars to pass over was one of their most pleasant pastimes.</p> +<p>In those days there were no free public schools with +their beautiful buildings for Woodrow to attend, so he +was sent to a private school that was held in rooms over +the post office. With Professor Derry, who was in charge +of the school, spanking was the favorite form of punishment. +While Woodrow and his chums differed very +decidedly with the Professor’s views regarding spanking, +the boys were never able to convince him that their views +were right. Finally, the lads discovered that pads made +from the cotton that grew in the fields on every side of +the city served them well whenever the evil day of punishment +arrived. After they had made this discovery +they were more reconciled to the Professor’s views.</p> +<p>The best chum Woodrow had was his father. Busy +as he was with the cares of his large church, he never was +so occupied that he could not find time to chum with his +boy. For hours at a time he would read to his son the +worth-while things that Woodrow enjoyed hearing. Then, +too, the busy pastor was in the habit of taking a day off +each week to stroll with Woodrow in field, factory, or +wood as the case might be. On these long strolls the +father and son talked over many of the problems that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_208' name='page_208'></a>208</span> +were of interest to the lad. Little wonder, then, with +such comradeship, that Woodrow rapidly developed along +right lines.</p> +<p>Like all boys, he was fond of building air castles. +Dwelling much in the realm of fancy, he imagined that +he occupied all sorts of positions and did remarkable +things.</p> +<p>Mr. William Hale in his excellent story of the life of +Wilson describes one of these flights of the imagination +as follows: “Thus for months he was an Admiral of the +Navy, and in that character wrote out daily reports to +the Navy Department.</p> +<p>“His main achievement in this capacity was the discovery +and destruction of a nest of pirates in the Southern +Pacific Ocean. It appears that the government, along +with all the people of the country, had been terrified by +the mysterious disappearance of ships setting sail from or +expected at our western ports. Vessels would set out +with their precious freight never to be heard from again, +swallowed up in the bosom of an ocean on which no +known war raged, no known storm swept.</p> +<p>“Admiral Wilson was ordered to investigate with his +fleet; after an eventful cruise they overtook, one night, a +piratical looking craft with black hull and rakish rig. +Again and again the chase eluded the Admiral. Finally, +the pursuit led the fleet to the neighborhood of an island +uncharted and hitherto unknown. Circumnavigation +seemed to prove it bare and uninhabited, with no visible +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_209' name='page_209'></a>209</span> +harbor. There was, however, a narrow inlet that seemed +to end at an abrupt wall of rock a few fathoms inland. +Something, however, finally led the Admiral to send a +boat into this inlet––and it was discovered that it was +the cunningly contrived entrance to a spacious bay; the +island really being a sort of atoll. Here lay the ships of +the outlawed enemy and the dismantled hulls of many +of the ships they had captured. And it may be believed +that the brave American tars, under the leadership of +the courageous Admiral, played a truly heroic part in +the destruction of the pirates and the succor of such of +their victims as survived.”</p> +<p>Thus he dreamed dreams, studied, and chummed with +his father until the eventful day arrived when he must +go away to college. But where should he go? What +college should he attend? A small Presbyterian college +in the South was chosen. Before the end of the first +year he was taken sick and had to leave college. Then +it was that he decided to go to Princeton University, a +decision that had much to do with his future career. +Life in Princeton proved to be just the stimulus that he +needed. Here, surrounded by the keenest, most alert +young men of the country, he developed rapidly. Interested +in every school activity, from baseball to debating, +he won for himself a prominent place in the student body. +So great was his thirst for knowledge, however, that his +graduation from Princeton did not satisfy him. Accordingly, +he next went to the University of Virginia where +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_210' name='page_210'></a>210</span> +he was graduated from the law school in 1881. But +even this did not satisfy, so he spent two years in Johns +Hopkins University, receiving in 1885 the degree of +Ph.D., the highest degree that any university can give.</p> +<p>Thus equipped, he became a professor first in Bryn +Mawr College, then in Wesleyan University, and finally +in Princeton. So pronounced was his success as professor +in his beloved university that in 1902 he was made President +of Princeton. So able was his leadership in Princeton +that the state of New Jersey called him to be its +governor. Could a University President make a good +governor? The politicians were very much in doubt. +It is needless to say that all watched him with deepest +concern. Soon, however, it became apparent even to +the most skeptical that he was destined to be New +Jersey’s ablest governor. Gradually, because of his +strength, his popularity grew until the eyes of all the +nation were fastened upon him. From the governor’s +chair he rose to the highest honor the Nation could +bestow, he was elected to the Presidency of the United +States.</p> +<p>Little did he realize when he accepted this honor that +with it would come the heaviest burdens that any president +save Abraham Lincoln had been called upon to bear. +For eight long years he patiently bore those burdens and +heroically faced every responsibility. Great as were the +demands made upon him, he always proved himself +equal to the emergency.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_211' name='page_211'></a>211</span></div> +<p>The last three years of his service as President found +him dealing with problems of the Great World War, and +at its conclusion he was one of the leading figures in the +making of the final treaty of peace between the warring +nations.</p> +<p>To take part in the treaty-making, Mr. Wilson twice +went to Paris. It was the first time a president of the +United States had ever traveled beyond the borders of +our own country.</p> +<p>At the expiration of his term of office, Mr. Wilson took +up the practice of law, at Washington.</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p>“<i>To such a task we dedicate our lives and our fortunes, +everything that we are and everything that we have, with +the pride of those who know that the day has come when +America is privileged to spend her blood and her might for +the principles that gave her birth and happiness and the +peace which she has treasured. God helping her, she can +do no other.</i>”</p> +<p class='ralign'>––<span class='smcap'>President Wilson’s War Message.</span></p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_26' id='linki_26'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_212' name='page_212'></a>212</span> +<img src='images/p0212-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='351' height='449' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +MARK TWAIN<br /> +(Samuel Langhorne Clemens)<br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_213' name='page_213'></a>213</span> +<a name='MARK_TWAIN' id='MARK_TWAIN'></a> +<h2>MARK TWAIN</h2> +</div> +<p>“Talk about trying to cure warts with spunk-water. +You got to go all by yourself, to the middle of the woods, +where you know there’s a spunk-water stump, and just +as it’s midnight you back up against the stump and jam +your hand in it and say:</p> +<table summary=''><tr><td> +<p class='cg'>“Barley-corn, Barley-corn, Injun meal shorts,<br /> +“Spunk-water, spunk-water, swaller these warts,”</p> +</td></tr></table> +<p>and then walk away quick eleven steps, with your eyes +shut and then turn round three times and walk home without +speaking to anybody. Because if you do speak, the +charm’s busted.</p> +<p>“I’ve took off thousands of warts that way, Huck. I +play with frogs so much that I’ve always got considerable +warts. Sometimes I take ’em off with a bean.”</p> +<p>“Yes, a bean’s good. I’ve done that.”</p> +<p>“But say, Huck, how do you cure ’em with dead cats?”</p> +<p>By this time, doubtless you are saying, “Oh, I know +from what book you are quoting. I have Tom Sawyer +at home and Huckleberry Finn, too. I read them over +and over.”</p> +<p>But would you not like to know something about the +man, who could write so understandingly of boys? +Suppose we read the story of his life and see if we can +decide what gave him his wide knowledge of games and +adventures, of boyish larks and youthful troubles.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_214' name='page_214'></a>214</span></div> +<p>We must go for his earliest experiences to a town on +the Mississippi, one hundred miles from St. Louis. In the +year 1839, the Clemens family moved to Hannibal from +a still smaller town in Missouri, named Florida. The +youngest child in the Clemens family was four years old. +He was named Samuel Langhorne Clemens. For eight +years this boy roved over the hills and through the woods +with his playmates. There was a cave near Hannibal. +Many strange creatures were said to hide in its depths. +Also, there was Bear Creek where the boys went swimming. +Young Sam tried hard to learn to swim. Several +times he was dragged ashore just in time to save his life, but +at last he learned to swim better than any of his friends.</p> +<p>Then there was the river, the broad Mississippi.</p> +<p>“It was the river that meant more to him than all the +rest. Its charm was permanent. It was the path of +adventure, the gateway to the world. The river with its +islands, its great slow moving rafts, its marvelous steamboats +that were like fairyland, and its stately current +going to the sea. How it held him! He would sit by it +for hours and dream. He would venture out on it in a +surreptitiously borrowed boat, when he was barely strong +enough to lift an oar out of the water.”</p> +<p>We are told that when Sam Clemens was only nine +years of age he managed to board one of the river steamers. +He hid under a boat on the upper deck. After the +steamer started he sat watching the shore slip past. +Then came a heavy rain and a wet, shivering, little boy was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_215' name='page_215'></a>215</span> +found by one of the crew. At the next stop he was put +ashore and relatives, who lived there, took him home, and +so ended his first journey upon the river.</p> +<p>Years later he became a pilot on a Mississippi river +boat and made many trips from New Orleans up the river +and back. Such a trip required thirty-five days.</p> +<p>While acting as a river pilot, Samuel Clemens heard +the name, “Mark Twain.” An old riverman had used it +as an assumed name, taking the term from the cry of the +boatmen as they tested the depth of the river. Samuel +Clemens had an intense love of joking and fun, so when +he first began to write, he suddenly thought it would be +amusing to sign some name other than his own. Therefore, +he signed his articles “Mark Twain.” This name +clung to him, and many persons forgot or never knew +that his real name was Samuel Langhorne Clemens.</p> +<p>Accordingly, in the river of his boyhood love, he found +the name by which the world knows today one of the +foremost American authors. Yet, in those early days in +Hannibal, he had no idea of writing. Indeed, his days +were so busy it is not likely he thought much of the future +at all. He was the leader of a band of boys that played +Bandit, Pirate and Indian. Sam Clemens was always +chief. He led the way to the caves whose chambers +reached far back under the cliffs and even, perhaps, under +the river itself.</p> +<p>When he was a man, Mr. Clemens wrote two books +telling of these early days in Hannibal. “The Adventures +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_216' name='page_216'></a>216</span> +of Tom Sawyer” and “Huckleberry Finn.” “Tom +Sawyer” was himself, and the incidents in the book all +had their foundation in the days of his boyhood. The +cave, as you may know, plays an important part in the +latter story. In “Tom Sawyer,” Indian Joe dies in the +cave. There was an Indian Joe in Hannibal and while +he did not die in the cave, he was lost there for days and +was living on bats when found. This incident made a +strong impression on young Samuel Clemens and he never +forgot it. It was in the Clemen’s house that Tom gave +the cat pain-killer; there, too, that he induced a crowd of +boys to white-wash the fence all one Saturday morning. +It was at the Clemens’ home, too, that a small boy in his +night clothes came tumbling down from an over-hung +trellis upon the merry crowd cooling taffy in the snow.</p> +<p>Such happenings were part of young Sam’s life. He +lived the out-of-doors and, when grown to manhood, he +could recall all the sports and pleasures of those days. +He cherished the memory of his boyhood friends and so +wrote of “Huck” Finn, making him like Tom Blakenship, +one of the riotous, freedom-loving members of Sam +Clemens’ band.</p> +<p>These boys crowded many adventures into a few years. +Hannibal was the scene of stormy times. Black slaves +were sold in the open market. Desperadoes roamed the +streets. Lawlessness was everywhere and it was not +strange that the residents of Hannibal did not think Sam +Clemens amounted to much and prophesied that he would +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_217' name='page_217'></a>217</span> +never grow up to follow a respectable calling.</p> +<p>Yet when his father died, Sam went to work in his +brother’s printing shop. Printed matter began to interest +him. Then one day, in the dusty street of Hannibal, this +half-grown, lively boy picked up a scrap of paper. A leaf +torn from a history! Where did it come from? No one +knows.</p> +<p>Books were not plentiful then in that little town. +Yet, on this paper the fun-loving Sam Clemens read for +the first time of Joan of Arc, the wondrous maid who led +the French to victory. He had never heard of her. He +had read no history, nor had he had an active interest in +books. Studying there in the village street, reading the +few lines of the marvelous story of the Maid of Orleans, +there was created in him an interest that went with him +throughout life.</p> +<p>He was by turn a printer, a pilot, a pioneer, a soldier, +a miner, a newspaper reporter, a lecturer, but at last he +found his true place. He became a writer and wrote +books that continue to delight thousands upon thousands +of readers. His life went into his books. Just as he drew +upon his early days in Hannibal for the material in +“Huckleberry Finn” and The “Adventures of Tom +Sawyer,” so he used all of his experiences. He wrote +“Life Upon The Mississippi,” a record of his days as a +pilot; “Roughing It,” a story of a mining camp; “The +Jumping Frog,” a western story that made his fame +throughout the United States; “Innocents Abroad,” a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_218' name='page_218'></a>218</span> +tale of his experiences abroad, and “The Life Of Joan Of +Arc,” a beautiful story that was always the author’s +favorite.</p> +<p>During the last years of his life, Mark Twain passed +the winters in Bermuda and there he was, as ever, the +friend of children. There was a pretty, little girl at +his hotel named Margaret, who was twelve years old. +She and Mr. Clemens went everywhere together and, on +one excursion, he found a beautiful, little shell. The two +halves came apart in his hand. He gave one of them to +Margaret and said, “Now dear, sometime or other in the +future, I shall run across you somewhere, and it may turn +out that it is not you at all, but will be some girl that only +resembles you. I shall be saying to myself, ‘I know that +this is Margaret by the look of her, but I don’t know for +sure whether this is my Margaret or somebody else’s;’ but, +no matter, I can soon find out, for I shall take my half shell +out of my packet and say, ‘I think you are my Margaret, +but I am not certain; if you are my Margaret you can +produce the other half of the shell.’”</p> +<p>After that Margaret played the new game often and +she tried to catch him without his half of the shell, but +Mark Twain writes, “I always defeated that game, wherefore, +she came to recognize, at last, that I was not only +old, but very smart.”</p> +<p>Mark Twain had lived 74 years when the close of his +life here came April 20, 1910, in Redding, Connecticut. +Once he wrote in one of his humorous moments, “Let us +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_219' name='page_219'></a>219</span> +endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the +undertaker will be sorry.” When his life here ended, +tributes were received from every land. He was mourned +as few men have ever been. Why? Because he knew +people; he loved them and interested them. Because, in +his most famous days he still remained at heart the boy +who played beside the river and loved the surging, restless +flow of the mighty current.</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figtag'> +<a name='linki_27' id='linki_27'></a> +</div> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_220' name='page_220'></a>220</span> +<img src='images/p0220-image.jpg' alt='' title='' width='348' height='450' /><br /> +<p class='caption'> +<span style='font-size:smaller;'>© <i>Baker Art Gallery.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +EX-PRESIDENT WARREN G. HARDING<br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='toprule' /> +<div class='chsp'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_221' name='page_221'></a>221</span> +<a name='WARREN_G_HARDING' id='WARREN_G_HARDING'></a> +<h2>WARREN G. HARDING</h2> +</div> +<p>On the Saturday morning after election day in +November, 1920, a crowd of people stood waiting in the +railway station in Marion, Ohio. They were there to say +goodbye to President-elect and Mrs. Harding, who were +starting on a vacation journey; for, after the stirring +times of the long campaign, they needed rest.</p> +<p>When the conductor of the train asked Mr. Harding +if he should make fast time, the President-elect replied: +“Go slow; I have been going too fast for the past two +weeks.”</p> +<p>It was not at all strange that so many should meet to +say a fond farewell, for nearly everyone in Marion seems +to like Mr. Harding. As we asked his fellow townsmen +the reason for this affection, we were surprised that +nearly all gave the same reason. They said: “We like +him because he is genuine, frank, fair.” “He is generous, +considerate, and knows how to be a good neighbor.” +Indeed this spirit of neighborliness was shown clearly +during the campaign preceding his election, when Mr. +Harding decided to remain in Marion and meet his friends +on the front porch of his own home. Because of this +decision the Republican campaign of 1920 will long be +known as “The Front Porch Campaign.” To this front +porch came many thousand men and women from every +section of our broad land to meet Mr. and Mrs. Harding.</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_222' name='page_222'></a>222</span></div> +<p>Had you been one of these pilgrims, you would have +met a man over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a +deep chest. Though he is not bald, his hair is exceptionally +gray for a man of his age. He has the rare +faculty of making you comfortable in his presence. +While, with his deep blue eyes, he looks you squarely in +the face as he talks to you, his look is so kindly that you +feel at ease.</p> +<p>After this brief but delightful interview, you join an +expectant multitude that has assembled on the lawn. +Suddenly all eyes turn to the porch. Here stands Mr. +Harding, gracious, dignified, serious. Breathlessly each +awaits his first utterance. With a well modulated voice +he addresses the multitude as he would speak to a group +of friends. Soon you are listening as though he were +speaking only to you. With no tendency to bicker he +discusses the problems of government in a manner that +reveals his clearness of vision and pureness of soul. All +too soon the address is ended and the crowd begins to +scatter. As each wends his way, the remark that is most +frequently heard is this: “I like him and I’m sure we +can trust him.”</p> +<p>Now that you have met him and heard him speak +I am sure you will want to learn more about his life.</p> +<p>On November second, in the year the great Civil War +closed, Mr. Harding was born in Corsica, Ohio. How +old, then, is he? Most of his boyhood days, however, +were spent in Caledonia, Ohio, where his father was the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_223' name='page_223'></a>223</span> +village Doctor. In addition to practicing medicine he +owned the Caledonian Argus, a typical village newspaper.</p> +<p>Since all boys of eleven must have at least a little +spending money, Warren, as Mr. Harding was then called, +found that setting type was his easiest way to earn pin +money.</p> +<p>The first year Warren worked on the Argus, the circus +came to town and brought Hi Henry’s Band. Warren +and another boy helped with unusual faithfulness and +speed that day. They knew the paper had free tickets +for the circus. Of course they would be given tickets. +They planned what a glorious time they would have and, +as long as the tickets did not cost anything, they could +spend some of their hard earned money on side shows and +ice cream. Noon came and no one had mentioned the +circus tickets. The afternoon passed slowly; two o’clock, +no tickets; three o’clock, no tickets; four, five, six o’clock, +and no mention of the circus. Two indignant boys held +counsel. Then as night fell, they went to the editor and +demanded two tickets as their right. The tickets were +forthcoming and two pleased boys went to the circus.</p> +<p>Perhaps the glories of Hi Henry’s Band aroused the +citizens of Caledonia. At any rate a band of fifteen +pieces was afterwards organized there. An old harness +maker, who liked to have the boys play about his shop, +was an expert on the valve trombone. He showed his +frequent visitor, Warren Harding, how to play the instrument; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_224' name='page_224'></a>224</span> +then Warren learned the tenor horn and became a +full-fledged member of the Caledonia Band. Only those +of you who have lived in a small town can know how +important the band is. It gives concerts in front of the +court house or on the square. It plays at rallies, picnics, +shows, and leads in parades. So when Warren Harding +joined the Caledonia Band, he felt quite grown up and +impressive, perhaps more so than when he was elected +President.</p> +<p>Not until 1882 did Dr. Harding trade his farm and +move to Marion. His son had by that time been graduated +from the Ohio Central College. Like many +another young man of those days, he taught a term of +school after leaving college. But he did not plan to +remain a teacher. For a time he thought of the law as a +profession, and also made some efforts to sell insurance. +But his early knowledge of a printing office and the making +of a newspaper influenced his tastes and desires.</p> +<p>His father had acquired an interest in the Marion +Star, a struggling Republican paper in the county seat. +Warren Harding became the editor. He had held this +office only two weeks when he went to Chicago to the +Republican National Convention hoping to see James G. +Blaine nominated for the Presidency. While he was in +Chicago, his father sold the Star and so upon his return +Warren Harding, a Republican, became a reporter on the +Marion Mirror, the Democratic paper.</p> +<p>In those days, the admirers of James G. Blaine wore +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_225' name='page_225'></a>225</span> +high, gray felt hats. Warren Harding wore his when he +went about Marion gathering news for the Democratic +paper. Soon this annoyed the editor of the Mirror and +young Harding was told he must stop wearing his “Blaine” +hat. He refused, and so lost his job on the paper.</p> +<p>The night of election day, when Cleveland was elected +President, Warren Harding and two old Caledonia +friends decided to buy the Marion Star. That was the +beginning of an ownership that has lasted ever since. +There were plenty of hard days for the young editor but +with prophetic insight he wrote and published in the Star:</p> +<p>“The Star is _not_ going to change hands but is both +going to go and grow.”</p> +<p>Friends laugh and joke about the hard struggles of +the Marion Star and the difficulties of the editor to make +the paper go. They tell of times when Editor Harding +didn’t have money enough to pay the help. Nevertheless, +he made the paper both go and grow, and these hardships +only endeared him the more to the citizens of +Marion. In the end he overcame all difficulties and his +fellow citizens felt proud of his success.</p> +<p>Warren Harding had a strong sense of fairness and justice. +When he had been editor but a short time, he wrote +out his newspaper creed. Today, any reporter, who +enters the service of the Marion Star, has given to him +the following rules, which the President of our Country +believes should be followed:</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_226' name='page_226'></a>226</span></div> +<table style='border-style:double;' summary=''><tr><td> +<blockquote> +<p class='center'>NEWSPAPER CREED</p> +<p>Remember there are two sides to every question. Get +them both.</p> +<p>Be truthful. Get the facts.</p> +<p>Mistakes are inevitable, but strive for accuracy. I would +rather have one story exactly right than a hundred half +wrong.</p> +<p>Be decent, be fair, be generous.</p> +<p>Boost––don’t knock.</p> +<p>There’s good in everybody. Bring out the good in everybody +and never needlessly hurt the feelings of anybody.</p> +<p>In reporting a political gathering, give the facts, tell the +story as it is, not as you would like to have it. Treat all +parties alike.</p> +<p>If there’s any politics to be played we will play it in our +editorial columns.</p> +<p>Treat all religious matters reverently.</p> +<p>If it can possibly be avoided, never bring ignominy to an +innocent man or child in telling of the misfortunes or +misdeeds of a relative.</p> +<p>Don’t wait to be asked, but do it without asking, and +above all, be clean and never let a dirty word or suggestive +story get into type.</p> +<p>I want this paper so conducted that it can go into any +home without destroying the innocence of any child.</p> +<p class='ralign'><span class='smcap'>Warren Harding.</span></p> +</blockquote> +</td></tr></table> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_227' name='page_227'></a>227</span></div> +<p>Thus we see that President Harding has spent most +of his life in newspaper work. Here, as we can readily +see, he has gained the intimate knowledge of people that +has made him genuinely human.</p> +<p>But his training for the Presidency by no means +stopped here. For twenty years he has taken an active +part in the problems of State and Nation. When only +thirty-five years of age he was elected a member of the +Ohio Legislature. As a member of this body, his efforts +were so successful and so thoroughly appreciated that he +was later chosen to Represent Ohio in the United States +Senate. In this strategic position he did not lose an +opportunity to acquaint himself with the complex problems +of National Government. Little did he then realize +that all this knowledge was fitting him to become the +Head of the Nation. Such is the mystery of life.</p> +<p>“A large upstanding man. A man of great virility. +A man of undoubted courage. An honest man, honest +with himself and with the public. A man of good judgment +and entire practicality. A generous, kind-hearted, +and thoughtful man. Thoughtful of his subordinates, +generous to his adversaries, and cordial to his equals. +A man whose head has not been turned by the honors +thrust upon him. A plain, everyday, practical man +without illusions or visionary ideas. A man that is a +supporter of stable government. A man intensely +American in his instinct.”</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_228' name='page_228'></a>228</span></div> +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:2em;'>ADDENDA</p> +<p style='font-size:smaller;'>Note: The following pages are intended for a record of additional facts +concerning the lives of these eminent Americans.</p> + <hr style='border:none; height:120px;' /> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_229' name='page_229'></a>229</span></div> +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:2em;'>ADDENDA</p> + <hr style='border:none; height:120px;' /> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_230' name='page_230'></a>230</span></div> +<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:2em;'>ADDENDA</p> + <hr style='border:none; height:120px;' /> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_231' name='page_231'></a>231</span></div> +<p style='text-align:center; 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