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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Our Home and Personal Duty - -Author: Jane Eayre Fryer - -Illustrator: Edna A. Cook - -Release Date: December 3, 2016 [EBook #53653] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OUR HOME AND PERSONAL DUTY *** - - - - -Produced by Emmy, MFR and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<h1 class="faux">OUR HOME -AND PERSONAL DUTY</h1> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 610px;"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="610" height="800" alt="cover" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[i]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="adtitle2"> -<span class="u">YOUNG AMERICAN READERS</span><br /> -</div> -<div class="maintitle"> -OUR HOME<br /> -AND PERSONAL DUTY</div> -<div class="center"><br /> -<br /> -BY<br /> -<span class="author">JANE EAYRE FRYER</span><br /> -<span class="authorof">AUTHOR OF “THE MARY FRANCES STORY-INSTRUCTION BOOKS”</span><br /> -<br /><br /> -ILLUSTRATIONS BY EDNA A. COOKE AND FROM PHOTOGRAPHS<br /><br /><br /> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 488px;"> -<img src="images/i-007.jpg" width="488" height="329" alt="girl, boy, doll and dog all reading large books" /> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot2"> - -<p><i>In these vital tasks of acquiring a broader view of -human possibilities the common school must have a large -part. I urge that teachers and other school officers -increase materially the time and attention devoted to -instruction bearing directly on the problems of community -and national life.</i>—<span class="smcap">Woodrow Wilson.</span></p></div> - -<div class="center"><br /><br /> -THE JOHN C. WINSTON COMPANY, <span class="smcap">Publishers</span><br /> -PHILADELPHIA CHICAGO<br /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[ii]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="copyright"> -<span class="smcap">Copyright 1918 by<br /> -The John C. Winston Co.</span><br /> -——————<br /> -<span class="smcap">All Rights Reserved</span><br /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[iii]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>CIVICS FOR AMERICAN CHILDREN</h2> - - -<p>The notion of what constitutes adequate civics teaching -in our schools is rapidly changing. The older idea was -based on the theory that children were not citizens—that -only adults were citizens. Therefore, civics teaching was -usually deferred to the eighth grade, or last year of -the grammar school, and then was mostly confined to a -memorizing of the federal constitution, with brief comments -on each clause. Today we recognize that even -young children are citizens, just as much as adults are, -and that what is wanted is not training <i>for</i> citizenship but -training <i>in</i> citizenship. Moreover, we believe that the -“good citizen” is one who is good for something in all -the relationships of life.</p> - - -<h3><span class="smcap">Habit Formation</span></h3> - -<p>Accordingly, a beginning is being made with the early -school years, where an indispensable foundation is laid -through a training in “morals and manners.” This sounds -rather old-fashioned, but nothing has been discovered -to take its place. Obedience, cleanliness, orderliness, -courtesy, helpfulness, punctuality, truthfulness, care of -property, fair play, thoroughness, honesty, respect, courage, -self-control, perseverance, thrift, kindness to animals, -“safety first”—these are the fundamental civic virtues -which make for good citizenship in the years to come. -Of course, the object is to establish right habits of thought -and action, and this takes time and patience and sympathy; -but the end in view justifies the effort. The boy or girl -who has become habitually orderly and courteous and -helpful and punctual and truthful, and who has acquired<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[iv]</a></span> -a fair degree of courageous self-control, is likely to become -a citizen of whom any community may well be proud.</p> - - -<h3><span class="smcap">Dramatization</span></h3> - -<p>The best results are found to be secured through stories, -poems, songs, games, and the dramatization of the stories -found in books or told by the teacher. This last is of great -value, for it sets up a sort of brief life-experience for the -child that leaves a more lasting impression than would -the story by itself. Most of the stories told in this reader, -emphasizing certain of the civic virtues enumerated above, -will be found to lend themselves admirably to simple dramatization -by the pupils, the children’s imagination supplying -all deficiencies in costumes, scenery, and stage settings. -Moreover, the questions following the text will help the -teacher to “point the moral” without detracting in the -slightest degree from the interest of the story.</p> - - -<h3><span class="smcap">Community Servants</span></h3> - -<p>The basis for good citizenship having been laid through -habit-formation in the civic virtues, the next step is for -the children to learn how these virtues are being embodied -in the people round about them who are serving them and -their families. The baker, the milkman, the grocer, the -dressmaker, the shoemaker, the carpenter, the plumber, -the painter, the physician, the druggist, the nurse—these -are the community servants who come closest to the life-experience -of the children.</p> - -<p>How dependent each member of a community—especially -an urban community—is on all the rest, and how important -it is that each shall contribute what he can to the community’s -welfare, are illustrated by the stories of the Duwell -family. Here a typical though somewhat ideal American<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span> -family is shown in its everyday relations, as a constant -recipient of the services rendered by those community -agents who supply the fundamental need of food, clothing, -shelter, and medical attendance. The children in the -class will learn, with the Duwell children, both the actual -services that are rendered and the family’s complete -dependence on those services. Moreover, they will acquire -the splendid working ideals of interdependence and coöperation. -And, finally, they will discover that the adult -citizens who are rendering them these services are embodying -the very civic virtues in which they themselves have -been so carefully trained.</p> - - -<h3><span class="smcap">Public Servants</span></h3> - -<p>The pupils are now ready to follow the services rendered -by public servants such as the policeman, the fireman, -the street cleaner, the ashes and garbage collector, the -mail carrier; and by those who furnish water, gas, electricity, -the telephone, the trolley, etc.; and these are presented -in civics readers that follow this one. The civic virtues -previously considered are again found exemplified to a -marked degree; and the threefold idea of dependence, interdependence, -and coöperation through community agencies -finds ample illustration.</p> - - -<h3><span class="smcap">Training for Citizenship</span></h3> - -<p>But it is not enough for the pupils to stop with finding -out what the community is doing for them. The essential -thing in this citizenship-training is for the young citizens -to find out what they can do to help things along. Civic -activities are suggested both in the stories, poems, etc., -in these books, and in the suggestive questions at the close -of each chapter.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span></p> - -<p>Like all texts or other helps in education, these civics -readers cannot teach themselves or take the place of a -live teacher. But it is believed that they can be of great -assistance to sympathetic, civically minded instructors of -youth who feel that the training of our children in the -ideals and practices of good citizenship is the most imperative -duty and at the same time the highest privilege that -can come to any teacher.</p> - -<div class="sig"> -<span class="smcap">J. Lynn Barnard.</span><br /> -</div> - -<div class="unindent"><small>Philadelphia School of Pedagogy.</small><br /> -<small>April 1, 1918.</small><br /> -</div> - - -<h3>ACKNOWLEDGMENTS</h3> - -<p>Special thanks are due to Doctor J. Lynn Barnard of -the Philadelphia School of Pedagogy, for valuable suggestions -and helpful criticism in the making of this reader; -also to Miss Isabel Jean Galbraith, a demonstration teacher -of the Philadelphia School of Pedagogy, for assistance in -preparing the questions on the lessons.</p> - -<p>For kind permission to use stories and other material, -thanks are due to the following: The Ohio Humane Society -for “Little Lost Pup,” by Arthur Guiterman; Mrs. -Huntington Smith, President Animal Rescue League of -Boston, for “The Grocer’s Horse,” and to her publishers, -Ginn and Company; Mary Craige Yarrow for “Poor Little -Jocko”; Houghton Mifflin Company for “Baking the -Johnny-cake”; The American Humane Education Society -for selection by George T. Angell; and to the Red Cross -Magazine for several photographs.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 517px;"> -<img src="images/i-013.jpg" width="517" height="520" alt="wheel of words" /> -<div class="caption"><p><span class="smcap">A bird’s-eye view of the plan of the young american readers</span></p></div> -</div> - -<p>It may be said that a child’s life and experience move forward in ever -widening circles, beginning with the closest intimate home relations, -and broadening out into knowledge of community, of city, and finally of -national life.</p> - -<p>A glance at the above diagram will show the working plan of the Young -American Readers. This plan follows the natural growth and development -of the child’s mind, and aims by teaching the civic virtues and simplest -community relations to lay the foundations of good citizenship. See Outline -of Work on page 231.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a><br /><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>CONTENTS</h2> - - - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2">PART I</td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2">CIVIC VIRTUES</td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2">Stories Teaching Thoroughness, Honesty, Respect, Patriotism, Kindness to Animals.</td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><i>Thoroughness</i></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -<td align="right"><small>PAGE</small></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Little Prairie Dogs and Old Mr. Wolf</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Don’t Give Up</span>, <i>Phœbe Cary</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Bridge of the Shallow Pier</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Thoughtful Boy</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Grandfather’s Story</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><i>Honesty</i></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Honest Abe</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">The Broken Buck-horn</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">The Rain-soaked Book</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">III. <span class="smcap">The Young Storekeeper</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Dry Rain and the Hatchet</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">How Dry Rain Got His Name</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">Dry Rain Goes Trading</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Seven Cranberries</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Donkey’s Tail</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[x]</a></span><span class="smcap">Hurting a Good Friend</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><i>Respect</i></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A School Without a Teacher</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Our Flag</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Scout’s Pledge</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">My Gift</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Flag Day</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">How Our Flag Developed</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Flag of the U. S. A.</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The American Flag</span>, <i>Joseph Rodman Drake</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><i>Kindness to Animals</i></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The True Story of Cheesey</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">The Dog and the Policeman</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">The Policeman’s Story</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">III. <span class="smcap">Cheesey’s Christmas Presents</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Chained Dog</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Little Lost Pup</span>, <i>Arthur Guiterman</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Picture of Red Cross Army Dogs</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Hunting Party</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Lost Kitty</span>, <i>Ella Wheeler Wilcox</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">My Peculiar Kitty</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Poor Little Jocko</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Robin Redbreast</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Who Killed Cock Robin?</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">My Friend, Mr. Robin</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">If All the Birds Should Die</span>, <i>George T. Angell</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Furry</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Grocer’s Horse</span> (adapted), <i>Mrs. Huntington Smith</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">The Careless Driver</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">What Happened in the Barn</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Letter from a Horse</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></span><span class="smcap">A Plea for the Horse</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2">PART II</td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2">COMMUNITY OCCUPATIONS</td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2">Stories about People Who Minister to Our Daily Needs.</td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><i>People Who Provide Us with Food</i></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Baker</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">An Early Call</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">The Staff of Life</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">III. <span class="smcap">A Visit to the Bakery</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">IV. <span class="smcap">Where the Wheat Comes From</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Baking the Johnny-cake</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Milkman</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">Before the Sun Rises</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">Milk, from Farm to Family</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Grocer</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">The Old-time Grocer</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">The Modern Grocer</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><i>People Who Help Clothe Us</i></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Tailor</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">The Accident</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">At the Tailor Shop</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">III. <span class="smcap">What the Tailor Saved the Duwell Family</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Dressmaker</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_134">134</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">An Invitation to a Party</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_134">134</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">A Disappointment</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">III. <span class="smcap">At the Dressmaker’s</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">IV. <span class="smcap">The Party</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[xii]</a></span><span class="smcap">The Silk Dress</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Shoemaker</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_145">145</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">The Worn Shoes</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_145">145</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">Shoemakers Who Became Famous</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">III. <span class="smcap">At the Shoemaker’s Shop</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><i>People Who Supply Us with Shelter</i></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Carpenter</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_154">154</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">A Trip into the Country</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_154">154</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">The Sawmill</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_158">158</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">III. <span class="smcap">The Carpenter</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">IV. <span class="smcap">The Wolf’s Den</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_163">163</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">V. <span class="smcap">The Cave Dwellers</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_165">165</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Bricklayer</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_168">168</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">The Fallen Chimney</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_168">168</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">The Bricklayer</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">III. <span class="smcap">After School</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_173">173</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Plumber, the Plasterer, the Painter</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">A Visit to a Little Town</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">At Home</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_178">178</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">III. <span class="smcap">The New Kitchen</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_179">179</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><i>People Who Supply Us with Fuel</i></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Coal Man and the Miner</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_181">181</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">Black Diamonds</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_181">181</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">In a Coal Mine</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_183">183</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><i>People Who Care for Our Health</i></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Dentist</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_187">187</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">Why Ruth was Afraid</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_187">187</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">At the Dentist’s</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_190">190</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Druggist, the Nurse, and the Doctor</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_192">192</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I. <span class="smcap">The Sick Baby</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_192">192</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">II. <span class="smcap">The Druggist</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_194">194</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">III. <span class="smcap">The Trained Nurse</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_196">196</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">IV. <span class="smcap">The Doctor, a Hero</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_199">199</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">One for All and All for One</span> (a play)</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_201">201</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2">PART III</td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2">THE AMERICAN RED CROSS</td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2">Junior Membership and School Activities.</td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Junior Red Cross</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">The President’s Proclamation</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_210">210</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The American Red Cross in Times of Peace</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_211">211</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The American Red Cross in Times of War</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_215">215</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Before the Days of the Red Cross</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_215">215</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Florence Nightingale</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_216">216</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">How the Red Cross Came to Be</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_219">219</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">How I Can Help the Red Cross</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_222">222</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Lady of the Lamp</span> (a play)</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_224">224</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Act I. The Sick Doll</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_224">224</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Act II. Good Old Cap</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_225">225</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Act III. The Lady of the Lamp</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_227">227</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">You and I and All of Us</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_228">228</a></td> -</tr> -</table></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>PART I<br /> - -CIVIC VIRTUES</h2> -<p class="center">Stories Teaching Thoroughness, Honesty,<br /> -Respect, Patriotism, Kindness to<br /> -Animals</p> - -<div class="blockquot3"> -<p>These stories also teach, incidentally, the co-ordinate virtues -of obedience, cleanliness, orderliness, courtesy, helpfulness, -punctuality, truthfulness, care of property, and fair play.</p></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a><br /><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 509px;"> -<img src="images/i-023.jpg" width="509" height="276" alt="Wolf at Prairie Dog's door" /> -</div> - - - - -<h2>THE LITTLE PRAIRIE DOGS AND<br /> -OLD MR. WOLF</h2> - - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<p>Once upon a time, three fat little prairie dogs -lived together in a nice deep burrow, where they -were quite safe and warm and snug.</p> - -<p>These little prairie dogs had very queer names. -One was Jump, another was Bump, and another -was Thump.</p> - -<p>Well, they lived very happily together until one -day Jump said, “I believe I would rather live -up on top of the ground than in this burrow.”</p> - -<p>“I believe I would, too,” said Bump.</p> - -<p>“I believe I would!” said Thump. “I’ll tell -you what we can do! Let us each build a house!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Let us!” cried Jump and Bump, and away -they all scampered up out of the burrow.</p> - -<p>Each one ran in a different direction to hunt -for something to use in building a house.</p> - -<p>Jump gathered some straws.</p> - -<p>“These will do,” he thought. “I shall not -bother to look for anything else. Besides, they -are very light and easy to carry.”</p> - -<p>So Jump built a little straw house.</p> - -<p>Bump gathered some sticks.</p> - -<p>“These will make a nice house. They are -quite good enough,” he said.</p> - -<p>So Bump built a little stick house.</p> - -<p>Thump saw the straw and the sticks, but -thought he might find something better.</p> - -<p>Pretty soon he came to a pile of stones.</p> - -<p>“My, what a fine strong house they would -make!” he thought. “They are heavy to move, -but I will try to use them.”</p> - -<p>So he carried and carried and worked and -worked, but finally he had a stone house.</p> - - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<p>The next morning when old Mr. Prairie Wolf -awoke and stretched himself, he saw the three -little houses in the distance.</p> - -<p>“What can they be?” wondered old Mr. Wolf.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> -“Maybe I can get breakfast over there.” So -he started toward them.</p> - -<p>The first house he came to was the straw one.</p> - -<p>He peeped in the window and saw little Jump.</p> - -<p>He knocked on the door. “Mr. Jump, let -me come in,” said he.</p> - -<p>“Oh, no, by my bark—bark—bark! you cannot -come in,” barked little Jump, pushing with -all his might against the door with his little -paws.</p> - -<p>“Then I’ll blow your house over with one big -breath!” growled old Mr. Prairie Wolf.</p> - -<p>So he blew one mighty breath, and blew the -house over, and ate up poor little Jump.</p> - -<p>On his way home, old Mr. Wolf stopped to -look in the window of the little stick house. -He saw little Bump.</p> - -<p>“My, what a good breakfast I shall have to-morrow!” -he thought to himself.</p> - -<p>The next morning he came early and knocked -on the door of the little stick house.</p> - -<p>“Mr. Bump, Mr. Bump,” said he, “let me -come in.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, no, by my bark—bark—bark! you cannot -come in,” barked little Bump, standing on -his hind legs with his back braced against the -door.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Then I’ll throw your house over with one -blow of my paw,” growled old Mr. Prairie Wolf.</p> - -<p>And he did, and ate up poor little Bump.</p> - - -<h3>III.</h3> - -<p>On his way home, he stopped to look in the -window of the little stone house.</p> - -<p>Thump sat by the fireplace toasting his feet.</p> - -<p>“My, my!” chuckled old Mr. Wolf, smacking -his lips, “he is the fattest one of all. What a -fine breakfast I shall have to-morrow!”</p> - -<p>The next morning he came earlier than ever, -and knocked on the door of the little stone house.</p> - -<p>“Mr. Thump, let me come in,” said he.</p> - -<p>“All right,” called little Thump, “when my -feet get warm.”</p> - -<p>So old Mr. Prairie Wolf sat down to wait.</p> - -<p>By and by, old Mr. Wolf knocked on the door -again. “Aren’t your feet warm yet, Mr. Thump?” -he growled.</p> - -<p>“Only one,” called Thump; “you will have to -wait until the other one is warm.”</p> - -<p>So old Mr. Wolf sat down to wait.</p> - -<p>After a few minutes had passed, he knocked -on the door again.</p> - -<p>“Isn’t your other foot warm yet, Mr. Thump?” -he growled.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Yes,” called Thump, “but the first one is -cold now.”</p> - -<p>“See here, Mr. Thump,” growled old Mr. -Wolf, “do you intend to keep me waiting all day -while you warm first one foot and then the other? -I am tired of such foolishness. I want my breakfast. -Open the door, or I’ll knock your house -over!”</p> - -<p>“Oh, all right,” barked little Thump, “and -while you are doing it, I shall eat my breakfast.”</p> - -<p>That made old Mr. Prairie Wolf very angry, -and he kicked at the little stone house with all -his might; but little Thump knew he could not -move a stone.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 346px;"> -<img src="images/i-027.jpg" width="346" height="337" alt="Prairied dog rocking in chair in comfort" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p> - -<p>After a long while the noise stopped, and little -Thump peeped out of the window. He saw old -Mr. Wolf limping painfully off; and that was -the way he always remembered him, for he never -never saw him again.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>This story, which is built on the framework of the old classic, -“The Three Pigs,” lends itself readily to dramatization. Let the -four characters take their parts as they remember the story. By -no means have them memorize the words.</p></div> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Which little prairie dog worked hardest to build his house?</p> - -<p>The others had an easy time, didn’t they?</p> - -<p>But which one was happiest in the end? Why?</p></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<h2>DON’T GIVE UP</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If you’ve tried and have not won,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never stop for crying;</span></div> -<div class="verse">All that’s great and good is done</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just by patient trying.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though young birds, in flying, fall,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still their wings grow stronger;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And the next time they can keep</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up a little longer.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If by easy work you beat,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who the more will prize you?</span></div> -<div class="verse">Gaining victory from defeat,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That’s the test that tries you!</span></div> -<div class="sig">—<i>Phœbe Cary.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 509px;"> -<img src="images/i-029a.jpg" width="509" height="232" alt="boy playing in creek" /> -</div> - - - -<h2>THE BRIDGE OF THE SHALLOW PIER</h2> - - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<p>Once upon a time, a mother loved her little -boy so well that she made the mistake of offending -one of his good fairies. This was the fairy -of carefulness.</p> - -<p>The mother made the mistake of trying to do -everything for her little son. She even put his -toys away when he was tired of playing.</p> - -<p>After the boy grew older and went to school, -she did many of his lessons for him. His daily<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> -marks in arithmetic were good, for much of -his work was done by his mother at home. Of -course his teacher did not know this for the boy -copied his mother’s work.</p> - -<p>Now, just as you would expect, this made -the boy very careless. But he was really a -bright boy, and even though he did not do well, -he managed to pass his examinations.</p> - -<p>“If you would only be more careful,” his -teachers would say, “you would have the highest -marks.”</p> - -<p>When his mother saw his reports, she would -say: “Oh, isn’t this too bad, son; I know you -will have better marks next time.”</p> - -<p>So, when the boy became a man he did everything -in the same careless manner, forgetting -that other people would not excuse him as his -mother had done.</p> - -<p>Now the good fairy of carefulness was very -much offended at the way in which the mother -spoiled her little son. So she said to herself, “I -must, I must teach that boy a lesson!”</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 511px;"> -<img src="images/i-029b.jpg" width="511" height="141" alt="Fairy on left; bably with ball on right" /> -</div> - - - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<p>When he was little, this boy was very fond of -playing at building bridges. After he was grown -up, he became a builder of real bridges.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p> - -<p>At first, he built only small bridges over the -brooks and little streams, but one day an order -was given him to build an important bridge over -a large river.</p> - -<p>Just as you might guess, this pleased the man -very much, and he was glad to begin the work -at once.</p> - -<p>Soon his men were busy, putting in the piers -for the new bridge, and he was hurrying them as -fast as he could, in order to get the bridge built -on time.</p> - -<p>Every day he sat in a rowboat calling to his -men. They were about to begin work on the -middle pier when the foreman of the workers -came to him.</p> - -<p>“Mr. Builder,” he said, “I think we shall -have to wait for more material if we go down to -the right depth for this pier.”</p> - -<p>“Nonsense, man,” said the builder, “we have -no time to wait. There is a pretty good bottom -under that place. Don’t go so deep. Get along -with the material you have.”</p> - -<p>“But, sir,—” began the man.</p> - -<p>“Do as I tell you,” ordered the builder.</p> - -<p>“All right, sir,” replied the foreman; “you -may order that done, but one of the other men -will have to do the job.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Very well,” was the angry reply of the builder, -“Jim Nevermind will take your place.”</p> - -<p>The foreman slowly drew on his jacket. -“Somebody will pay for such carelessness,” he -muttered. “I hope it will not be—” but the -rest of the sentence was drowned by the orders -of the new foreman.</p> - - -<h3>III.</h3> - -<p>In a very short time the bridge was finished -and the inspector came to look it over.</p> - -<p>“It looks all right,” he said. “Are you sure -the piers are sound? I haven’t time to examine -them, but I know that a man who has built as -many bridges as you, would make them right.”</p> - -<p>“I am glad you are pleased, sir,” replied the -builder.</p> - -<p>“You have certainly made record time,” continued -the inspector, “and I shall carry back a -good report.”</p> - -<p>“Thank you very much,” said the builder; -but his pleasure was somewhat spoiled because -of the shallow pier.</p> - -<p>“It is all nonsense,” he thought, “to be so -particular; besides, the current in that river is -so slow that there is no danger.” And it seemed -true, for three years later, the bridge appeared<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> -to be as firm and strong as when it was first -built.</p> - - -<h3>IV.</h3> - -<p>But one day in the early part of the fourth year -there came a great flood. The slow-moving current -became a raging torrent, sweeping everything -in its way and blocking large timbers and -trees against the bridge.</p> - -<p>It so happened that a party of young people -were riding along in a big hay wagon drawn -by four beautiful bay horses. When they came -to the bridge the driver stopped.</p> - -<p>“Shall we cross?” he asked.</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes,” the children shouted, “it will be -fun.”</p> - -<p>“It looks safe enough,” said one of the two -grown people who were with them. So with a -“Gee-up, boys,” to the horses, the driver started -across the bridge.</p> - -<p>Just—ah, you know, don’t you? Just as they -reached the middle pier, there came a creak and -a rumble, a moment’s swaying, and a crash. -The bridge had caved in, and the hay wagon, -full of terror-stricken children, together with the -frightened horses, was swept into the water.</p> - -<p>“Don’t jump!” shouted the driver to the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> -children, trying to guide the swimming horses -shoreward; but that was impossible.</p> - -<p>For a full minute, which seemed like hours, -they were swept onward. Then,—maybe the -good fairy of carefulness had planned it—they -rested on a little island the top of which was -just covered with water.</p> - -<p>The white-faced driver counted the children, -“All here! Thank God!” he said.</p> - -<p>The little folks cried and hugged each other, -and called aloud for their mothers and fathers.</p> - -<p>They had to stay there all night, cold and -frightened and hungry. That was dreadful -enough, but it was nothing compared with the -fear that the water might rise higher still.</p> - -<p>But slowly and steadily it went down, and by -early morning all of the little island was uncovered. -All the party were then quickly rescued -with boats.</p> - - -<h3>V.</h3> - -<p>The builder started, as the heading in the -evening paper caught his eye—“Terrible Bridge -Accident—Who is to Blame?”</p> - -<p>“Why, why, it’s the bridge of the shallow -pier!” he exclaimed. “People will find out -that I am the one to blame!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Shall I run away?” he wondered, and sat for -hours with his head in his hands.</p> - -<p>Suddenly he threw back his shoulders and said -aloud, “No, I will not run away. I will stay -and do what I can to make the bridge right and -never neglect my duty again!”</p> - -<p>Do you wonder that the good fairy of carefulness, -and thoroughness, smiled and whispered, -“I wish he could have learned his lesson more -easily!”</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 504px;"> -<img src="images/i-035.jpg" width="504" height="150" alt="Bridge" /> -</div> - - -<h4>MEMORY GEM</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">If a task is once begun</div> -<div class="verse">Never leave it till it’s done;</div> -<div class="verse">Be the labor great or small</div> -<div class="verse">Do it well, or not at all.</div> -<div class="sig">—<i>Phœbe Cary.</i></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>The careless little boy had a very easy time both at home -and at school, didn’t he?</p> - -<p>But, what kind of man did he grow to be?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p> - -<p>It did not seem as if just one shallow pier would matter, -did it?</p> - -<p>But if he had been honest and thorough in his work when -he was little, do you think he would have been content to be -paid for such a carelessly built bridge?</p> - -<p>How do you suppose he felt when he heard about the -accident?</p> - -<p>Can you remember some time when you felt like being -careless, but decided to do your very best?</p></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<h2>THE THOUGHTFUL BOY</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Little by little,” said a thoughtful boy,</div> -<div class="verse">“Moment by moment I’ll well employ;</div> -<div class="verse">Learning a little every day,</div> -<div class="verse">Not spending all my time in play;</div> -<div class="verse">And still this rule in my mind shall dwell,</div> -<div class="verse">‘Whatever I do, I’ll do it well’.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Little by little, I’ll learn to know</div> -<div class="verse">The treasured wisdom of long ago,</div> -<div class="verse">And one of these days perhaps we’ll see</div> -<div class="verse">The world made better for having me.”</div> -<div class="verse">And do you not think that this simple plan</div> -<div class="verse">Made him a wise and a useful man?</div> -<div class="sig">—<i>Selected.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 546px;"> -<img src="images/i-037.jpg" width="546" height="369" alt="charnging night with lance" /> -</div> - - -<h2>GRANDFATHER’S STORY</h2> - - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<p>Charles was fastening the lid on a box of -Christmas presents which his little brothers were -going to send to their cousins.</p> - -<p>“If I were you, I’d put another nail on each -side,” said grandfather.</p> - -<p>“Oh, I think these will hold,” Charles replied, -giving the box a little shake. “There are three, -on each side.”</p> - -<p>“Four would be better,” grandfather said.</p> - -<p>“Oh, grandpa, don’t you think three will do?” -asked the boy. “I—I haven’t any more.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p> - -<p>“So that is the trouble,” said the old gentleman, -laughing. “Very well, here is some money. -When you get back from the store I will tell you -how the history of a whole great nation was -changed for want of a few horseshoe nails!”</p> - -<p>“A few horseshoe nails!” exclaimed Charles. -“Is it true, grandpa?”</p> - -<p>“It is true,” answered grandfather. “Now -hurry up if you want to hear how it came -about.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, thank you!” Charles cried, as he started -out of the door.</p> - -<p>He was so delighted with the promise of one of -grandfather’s stories that he was back in less -time than if he had gone for candy!</p> - -<p>“Well done!” grandfather greeted him. -“Now sit down, and while you get your breath, -I will tell you the story.</p> - - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<p>“Many, many years ago, when King Richard -was ruler of England, he owned a beautiful horse -which he rode whenever he went into battle.</p> - -<p>“One day word came that Henry, the Earl of -Richmond, was on his way to attack the king’s -men.</p> - -<p>“King Richard ordered his favorite horse<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> -brought to him, and turned to talk to the officers -of his army.</p> - -<p>“Now the groom who had charge of the king’s -horses suddenly noticed that this horse needed -shoeing.</p> - -<p>“So he hurried to the nearest smithy.</p> - -<p>“‘Shoe this horse quickly,’ he said to the -blacksmith. ‘His Majesty has called for him. -The enemy is near!’</p> - -<p>“The blacksmith worked with all his might, -and soon had four horseshoes ready.</p> - -<p>“When he had nailed on two shoes, he found -he had not nails enough for the other two. -Suddenly the bugles sounded.</p> - -<p>“‘Hurry!’ cried the groom. ‘The soldiers are -gathering!’</p> - -<p>“‘Shall I make more nails?’ asked the blacksmith.</p> - -<p>“‘How many have you?’ asked the groom.</p> - -<p>“‘I have only eight,’ replied the smith. ‘It -would not take very long to hammer out eight -more.’</p> - -<p>“‘You will have to make eight do,’ said the -groom.</p> - -<p>“‘If you could only wait a little while,’ urged -the smith, working away.</p> - -<p>“‘I suppose I might,—but it would be a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> -risk! Won’t four nails hold a horseshoe?’</p> - -<p>“‘Well, that depends on how hard the horse -is ridden,’ answered the blacksmith, driving the -last of the eight nails in place.</p> - -<p>“The horse reached the king in good time, for -it took quite a long while for the officers to make -their plans.</p> - - -<h3>III.</h3> - -<p>“Soon King Richard was riding among his -men, cheering them on in the battle.</p> - -<p>“‘No other horse could carry a man as surely -and swiftly,’ whispered the king, patting the -horse’s neck.</p> - -<p>“He had not noticed that the horse had lost -one shoe. Onward he urged him over a rocky -hill. Another shoe flew off.</p> - -<p>“Suddenly the horse stumbled and fell, and -the king was thrown to the ground.</p> - -<p>“Before he could rise, the horse, although -lamed, had struggled to his feet and galloped -away, dreadfully frightened.</p> - -<p>“Then the king shouted, ‘A horse! A horse! -My kingdom for a horse!’</p> - -<p>“But there was no horse for him. When his -men had seen him thrown, they had all turned -and fled.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p> - -<p>“And so the battle was lost, and King Richard -was killed, and the history of the great nation of -England was changed, for Henry, Earl of Richmond, -became king.”</p> - -<p>“And all for the want of a few horseshoe -nails!”, finished Charles, as grandfather stopped -speaking. “I will put two more nails into each -side of the box lid, grandpa!”</p> - -<p>“While you are doing that, I will teach you -a few lines that I learned when I was a boy,” -said grandfather. “Try to remember them.”</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">“For want of a nail the shoe was lost;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">For want of a shoe the horse was lost;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">For want of a horse the rider was lost;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">For want of a rider the battle was lost;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">For loss of a battle a kingdom was lost;—</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.”</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 528px;"> -<img src="images/i-041.jpg" width="528" height="99" alt="nail, shield, gauntlet" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>How might the battle have ended if the groom had waited -until the blacksmith had put the right number of nails in -the horse’s shoes?</p> - -<p>Which do you think King Richard would rather have -lost—a little time or his kingdom?</p> - -<p>How do you suppose the groom and the blacksmith felt -when they learned the result of the battle?</p> - -<p>Do you know any careless people?</p> - -<p>What do you think of them?</p> - -<p>Can you remember ever doing something carelessly in -order to finish more quickly?</p> - -<p>Tell about it.</p></div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">If you’re told to do a thing,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mean to do it really;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Never let it be by halves;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do it fully, freely!</span></div> -<div class="sig">—<i>Phœbe Cary.</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">He liveth long who liveth well;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All else in life is thrown away;</span></div> -<div class="verse">He liveth longest who can tell</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of true things truly done each day.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> -<div class="blockquot"> -<p>What is worth doing at all is worth doing well.</p> -</div> -<hr class="tb" /> -<div class="blockquot"> -<p>Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her -ways, and be wise.</p> -</div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>HONEST ABE</h2> - - -<div class="figright" style="width: 244px;"> -<img src="images/i-043.jpg" width="244" height="773" alt="young man studing at desk" /> -</div> - -<p>As a boy, Abraham -Lincoln was known as -“Honest Abe.” Like -other boys he sometimes -did wrong, but never did -he try to hide his wrongdoing. -He was always -ready to own up and tell -the truth. So his neighbors -called him “Honest -Abe.”</p> - -<p>In this way he was like -young George Washington. -The American people -are fond of that kind -of boy. That is one of -the reasons why Lincoln -and Washington were -each twice elected President -of the United -States.</p> - - -<h3>I. The Broken Buck-horn</h3> - -<p>When he was fourteen -years old, young Abraham<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> -attended a log cabin school during the -winter.</p> - -<p>Nailed to one of the logs in the schoolhouse -was a large buck’s head, high above the children’s -reach.</p> - -<p>A hunter had shot a deer in the forest, and -presented the head, when mounted, to the school. -It had two unusually fine horns.</p> - -<p>One day the teacher noticed that one of the -horns was broken off short.</p> - -<p>Calling the school to order he asked who had -broken the horn.</p> - -<p>“I did it,” answered young Lincoln promptly. -“I reached up and hung on the horn and it -broke. I should not have done so if I had -thought it would break.”</p> - -<p>He did not wait until he was obliged to own -up, but did so at once.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Dare to be true; nothing can need a lie.</div> -<div class="verse">A fault which needs it most grows two thereby.</div> -<div class="sig">—<i>Herbert.</i></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>II. The Rain-soaked Book</h3> - -<p>There were no libraries on the frontier in those -early days. When the boy Lincoln heard of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> -anyone who had a book, he tried to borrow it, -often walking many miles to do so. He said -later that he had read through every book he -had heard of within fifty miles of the place -where he lived.</p> - -<p>When living in Indiana he often worked as -a hired boy for a well-to-do farmer named Josiah -Crawford. Mr. Crawford owned a “Life of -George Washington,” a very precious book at -that time. The book-hungry boy borrowed it -to read.</p> - -<p>One night he lay by the wood fire reading until -he could no longer see, and then he climbed the -ladder into the attic and went to bed under the -eaves. Before going to sleep he placed the book -between two logs of the walls of the cabin for -safe-keeping.</p> - -<p>During the night a heavy rain-storm came up. -When young Lincoln examined the book in the -morning it was water soaked. The leaves were -wet through and the binding warped.</p> - -<p>He dried the book as best he could by the fire -and then in fear and trembling took it home to -Mr. Crawford. After telling the story he asked -what he might do to make good the damaged -property.</p> - -<p>To his relief, Mr. Crawford replied: “Being<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> -as it’s you, Abe, I won’t be hard on you. Come -over and shuck corn for three days and the book -is yours.”</p> - -<p>Shuck corn for three days for such a book as -that! It was nothing! He felt as if Mr. Crawford -was making him a wonderful present.</p> - -<p>After reading the book he often talked about -what he was going to do when he grew up.</p> - -<p>Mrs. Crawford, who was very fond of him, -would ask, “Well, Abe, what do you want to be -now?”</p> - -<p>“I’ll be president,” he would declare.</p> - -<p>She would laugh at him, and say, “You would -make a pretty president with all your tricks and -jokes, wouldn’t you?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I’ll study and get ready, then the chance -will come,” he would reply.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Truth is the highest thing a man may keep.</div> -<div class="sig">—<i>Cervantes.</i></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>III. The Young Storekeeper</h3> - -<p>At the age of twenty-one Abraham Lincoln -became a store clerk for a short time. He was -then six feet four inches tall and very strong. -He could out-run, out-jump, out-wrestle, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> -out-fight any man in the rough pioneer country -where he lived.</p> - -<p>While the people respected his great strength, -they liked him still more for his honesty in little -things.</p> - -<p>One evening, on reckoning up his accounts, he -found that in making change he had taken six -cents too much from a customer. On closing -the store he immediately walked three miles to -the farmhouse where the customer lived and returned -the six cents. Then he walked the three -miles back.</p> - -<p>On opening the store one morning, he discovered -a four-ounce weight on the scales. He -remembered that his last customer the evening -before had purchased half a pound of tea. He -saw at once that he had given her short weight. -He measured out the four ounces still due, locked -the store, took a long walk to the customer’s -house, and explained the shortage.</p> - -<p>These were little things, but Honest Abe could -not rest until he had made them right.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">This above all: to thine own self be true;</div> -<div class="verse">And it must follow, as the night the day,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou canst not then be false to any man.</div> -<div class="sig">—<i>Shakespeare.</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 522px;"> -<img src="images/i-048.jpg" width="522" height="340" alt="Indian in headress on horse; mountain and sunset behind him" /> -</div> - - - -<h2>DRY RAIN AND THE HATCHET</h2> - - -<h3>I. How Dry Rain Got His Name</h3> - -<p>In the Indian country there was once a great -drought. The land was very dry. No rain had -fallen for many weeks. The crops and cattle -were suffering from thirst.</p> - -<p>Now, in one of the tribes there was a young -Indian who had a very high opinion of himself. -He pretended that he could foretell what was -about to happen, long before it really did -happen.</p> - -<p>So he foretold that on a certain day a -high wind would blow up, bringing with it a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> -great rain-storm with plenty of water for everybody.</p> - -<p>The day came. Sure enough a high wind did -blow up, but it brought only a violent sand-storm -without a drop of rain, and it left the land -drier than before.</p> - -<p>So the Indians laughed at the young man who -foretold before he knew and called him “Dry -Rain.”</p> - -<p>Although he afterwards became a noted chief, -he never lost his name.</p> - - -<h3>II. Dry Rain Goes Trading</h3> - -<p>One day, when he was an old man, Dry Rain -rode in from his village to the white man’s trading -post.</p> - -<p>The old chief purchased a number of articles, -among them some jack-knives and six hatchets. -The hatchets were for his six grandsons.</p> - -<p>The trader packed all the purchases in a big -bundle. Dry Rain paid for them, mounted his -pony, and rode home to his village.</p> - -<p>When he opened his package, he noticed -that the trader by mistake had put in seven -hatchets.</p> - -<p>But Dry Rain said nothing. “That extra -one will do for me,” he thought. “The white<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> -men stole the Indian’s land and never gave it -back; I will keep the hatchet.”</p> - -<p>At the same time he did not feel that this would -be doing just right.</p> - -<p>In his wigwam that night he lay half-asleep -and half-awake, thinking about the hatchet.</p> - -<p>He seemed to hear two voices talking, in a tone -so earnest that it sounded almost quarrelsome.</p> - -<p>“Take back the hatchet,” said one voice. -“It belongs to the white man.”</p> - -<p>“No! do not take it back,” said the other -voice. “It is right for you to keep it.”</p> - -<p>Back and forth the voices argued and argued, -for hours it seemed to the old chief.</p> - -<p>“Take it back!” “Keep it!” “Take it -back!” “Keep it!” “Take it back!”</p> - -<p>At last he could stand the dispute no longer, -and sat up in bed wide awake.</p> - -<p>“Stop talking, both of you,” he commanded. -“Dry Rain will take back the hatchet in the -morning.”</p> - -<p>Then he lay down again, pulled the blanket -over his head, and was soon fast asleep.</p> - -<p>At daylight he arose, mounted his pony, rode -back to the trading post, and returned the hatchet -to the trader.</p> - -<p>“Why did you bring it back?” asked the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> -trader. “I had not missed it, and perhaps never -should have known you had it.”</p> - -<p>“But Dry Rain would know,” replied the -old chief. “The two men inside of him talked -and quarreled about it all night! One said, -‘Take it back!’ the other said, ‘No, keep it.’ -Now they will keep still and let him sleep.”</p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Do you think that most white men set the Indians a good -example in being honest?</p> - -<p>Dry Rain wanted very much to have the extra hatchet, -didn’t he?</p> - -<p>But was he comfortable when he decided to keep it?</p> - -<p>Do you think the white trader would ever have found -out?</p> - -<p>But who would have known?</p> - -<p>Did two voices inside of you ever talk when you were -tempted to keep something which didn’t belong to you?</p></div> - - -<h4>MEMORY GEMS</h4> -<div class="blockquot"> -<p>Truth will ever rise above falsehood, like oil -above water.</p></div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">For whatever men say in their blindness,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And spite of the fancies of youth,</span></div> -<div class="verse">There is nothing so kingly as kindness,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And nothing so royal as truth!</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 511px;"> -<img src="images/i-052.jpg" width="511" height="298" alt="Helen at the store counter" /> -</div> - - - -<h2>THE SEVEN CRANBERRIES</h2> - - -<p>Mr. Dingle was not looking toward Helen. -He was busy grinding coffee in another part of -the store.</p> - -<p>How pretty the bright red cranberries looked! -Helen wished she had some.</p> - -<p>Her little hand crept over the edge of the -barrel, and very quickly seven bright shining -cranberries were in Helen’s pocket.</p> - -<p>“What can I get for you, little girl?” asked -the storekeeper.</p> - -<p>“A pound of butter, please,” Helen answered. -She did not look him in the eye; instead, she -looked out of the window.</p> - -<p>It took Helen but a short time to reach home.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> - -<p>She laid the butter on the table and put the -seven cranberries in a cup.</p> - -<p>“Aren’t they pretty!” she whispered. “I -think I’ll play they are marbles.”</p> - -<p>She found a piece of chalk and drew a circle -on the floor. Then she began the game.</p> - -<p>“What pretty bright cranberries!” exclaimed -her mother coming into the room. “Where -did you get them, dear?”</p> - -<p>How Helen wished that her mother had not -asked that question.</p> - -<p>“Did Mr. Dingle give them to you?” her -mother asked.</p> - -<p>How Helen wished she could say yes! “But -after all,” she thought, “that was not stealing, -so I’ll just tell mother. She knows I would not -steal.”</p> - -<p>“No, mother,” she answered, shaking her -head. “I took them out of the barrel.”</p> - -<p>“You did!” exclaimed her mother. “Why, -my dear, did you not know that was wrong?”</p> - -<p>“I didn’t take many—only seven,” Helen -said; “and Mr. Dingle had thousands and thousands -of them!”</p> - -<p>“Come here, dear, and sit on my knee,” said -her mother. “I want to ask you something.”</p> - -<p>When Helen came she asked, “When you took<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> -the cranberries, was Mr. Dingle looking toward -you?”</p> - -<p>“No, he was busy,” answered Helen.</p> - -<p>“Would you have taken them if he had been -looking at you?”</p> - -<p>Helen hung her head.</p> - -<p>“I do not think you would, dear,” said her -mother. “Of course, you did not think for -a moment of stealing from Mr. Dingle.”</p> - -<p>“I will never do such a thing again, mother,” -promised the little girl. “I am sorry.”</p> - -<p>“Are you sorry enough to take those berries -back, and tell Mr. Dingle what you did?” asked -her mother.</p> - -<p>That was quite different from being sorry in -their own kitchen.</p> - -<p>“Oh, mother, I don’t want to do that!” said -Helen, tears coming into her eyes.</p> - -<p>“That is because you are ashamed, Helen,” -said her mother; “but I hope you will always be -brave enough to do the right thing.”</p> - -<p>“Will you go with me to the store, mother?” -asked Helen.</p> - -<p>“No,” said her mother, “I want you to go -by yourself. But I can help you this much: I -can telephone Mr. Dingle that you are coming.”</p> - -<p>Helen sighed. “I wish I had been, and was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> -back again,” she said, picking up the pretty -berries.</p> - -<p>“Well, well!” said Mr. Dingle, when Helen -handed him the berries, “it takes a pretty brave -girl to own up. If you were a boy, little girl, -I would ask you to come and work for me this -next vacation.”</p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Why do you think Helen felt so uncomfortable when she -was asking for the butter, and later when her mother asked -her where she got the cranberries?</p> - -<p>Do you suppose Mr. Dingle would ever have known about -the seven cranberries?</p> - -<p>But who would always have known?</p> - -<p>Why was it that Helen did not think taking the cranberries -was really “stealing”?</p> - -<p>What did Helen’s mother think about it?</p> - -<p>What do you think about taking even the smallest thing -that doesn’t belong to you?</p></div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">We sow a thought and reap an act;</div> -<div class="verse">We sow an act and reap a habit;</div> -<div class="verse">We sow a habit and reap a character;</div> -<div class="verse">We sow a character and reap a destiny.</div> -<div class="sig">—<i>Thackeray.</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 510px;"> -<img src="images/i-056.jpg" width="510" height="393" alt="children playing pin the tail on the donkey" /> -</div> - - -<h2>THE DONKEY’S TAIL</h2> - - -<p>“Can you see?” asked Hilda Wells, as she -tied the handkerchief over Fred Warren’s eyes.</p> - -<p>“You might make it a little tighter,” answered -Fred.</p> - -<p>So Hilda tightened the blindfolder.</p> - -<p>“Now, we’ll turn you around three times, -start you straight,—and you pin the tail on the -donkey,” she said.</p> - -<p>The “donkey” was a large picture of that -animal fastened to the wall at the opposite side<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> -of the room. It was minus its paper tail, which -Fred held in his hand.</p> - -<p>“Don’t you peep!” cried all the children.</p> - -<p>“We’ll see if he can do better than I did!” declared -Frank Bennett. So far the prize belonged -to Frank. Fred’s turn came last.</p> - -<p>After being turned around three times, Fred -walked straight up to the picture and pinned the -tail exactly in place.</p> - -<p>“Oh, Frank, that is better than you did by -two inches!” said Hilda.</p> - -<p>“Fred gets the prize!” cried the excited children, -as Fred pulled off the handkerchief.</p> - -<p>Then little Marie, Hilda’s sister, handed him -a pearl-handled penknife.</p> - -<p>Fred made little of his prize, and as soon as -the children stopped examining it, slipped it -into his pocket.</p> - -<p>After that, Mrs. Wells served ice-cream and -cakes.</p> - -<p>Oh the way home Frank asked Fred to let him -see the prize. “It is a beauty of a knife, Fred,” -said he. “Until you tried, I thought I should -be the winner.”</p> - -<p>Fred muttered something about having too -many knives already.</p> - -<p>Frank opened his eyes wide in surprise. “Too<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> -many!” he exclaimed. “I wish I had too many! -I’ve never had more than one, and that was father’s -when he was a boy.”</p> - -<p>“Good night, Frank,” said Fred, suddenly -swinging into a side street. “I am going to take -a short cut home.”</p> - -<p>“Good night, Fred,” called Frank.</p> - -<p>“That’s a queer way for a fellow to act,” he -thought, as he walked on alone. “I wonder what -is the matter with him.”</p> - -<p>Suddenly he heard footsteps, and in a moment -Fred had caught up with him. “Here, -take it, I don’t want another knife,” he said, -thrusting the prize into Frank’s hand.</p> - -<p>“Oh—oh, I don’t want your knife!” exclaimed -Frank.</p> - -<p>“Well, I don’t want it, either!” said Fred. -“It belongs to you, anyway; and I believe -you know it! I am almost certain you could -see me peeping from under that handkerchief!”</p> - -<p>“I was not quite sure,” said Frank; “not -sure enough to say anything about it, anyway.”</p> - -<p>“Well, if you don’t keep the knife I’ll throw it -into the river,” said Fred, running away as fast -as he could.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 524px;"> -<img src="images/i-059.jpg" width="524" height="412" alt="boy sitting on bench holding a book; background ships at sea" /> -</div> - - - - -<h2>HURTING A GOOD FRIEND</h2> - - -<p>This is the story of a boy who ruined a good -book. A good book is always a good friend.</p> - -<p>He did not mean to—oh, no! But what of -that—he did it, as you may read.</p> - -<p>His name was Max Green. One day Max borrowed -a book from Tom Brown, a fine new book -with a picture of a submarine on the cover. Tom -had just received it as a birthday present from -his uncle.</p> - -<p>That night Max sat down in a corner to read it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> -Soon he came to the place where the submarine -was getting ready to fire a torpedo.</p> - -<p>“Squeak!” went the book, as Max gave it -a twist in his excitement. He did not hear the -sound; he only saw the torpedo skimming -through the water.</p> - -<p>“Crack!” went the book, as Max gave it a -heavier twist. He did not notice that he was -bending the covers farther back. He only knew -that the torpedo was striking the bow of a big -man-of-war.</p> - -<p>“Rip!” went the book down the middle, as -Max gave it a harder twist with his hand.</p> - -<p>But Max read right on, for just then the man-of-war -lurched over on its side as if it was getting -ready to sink.</p> - -<p>In his excitement Max forgot all about what -he was doing and twisted and bent the book back, -cover to cover.</p> - -<p>“Stop—quick—oh! oh! It hurts! You have -broken my back—broken my back! Oh!—oh!” -cried the book.</p> - -<p>Suddenly Max woke up and saw what he had -done—but it was too late. He had broken the -glue and stitches apart and the covers hung limp.</p> - -<p>Just then his mother came in.</p> - -<p>“Look, mother—see what I have done to Tom<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> -Brown’s book,” he confessed. “I am so sorry. -It is such a good book. Can’t we glue it together -again?”</p> - -<p>“No,” said his mother, “it is ruined. Glue -may help, but it will never be the same book.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I am so sorry!” said Max.</p> - -<p>“Yes, Max, but being sorry will not make this -book as good as it was when you borrowed it.”</p> - -<p>“I will make it right with Tom, mother. I -will take my birthday money to buy him a new -one.”</p> - -<p>“That is the right thing to do, Max,” -answered his mother.</p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>How is a good book a good friend?</p> - -<p>Suppose it had been his own book that Max ruined, -would he have been treating it fairly?</p> - -<p>If you were a book, how would you want to be treated?</p> - -<p>Do you know what holds a book together? Tell what -you know about the way a book is made.</p> - -<p>Why should we be so careful of books?</p></div> - - -<h4>MEMORY GEM</h4> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">For every evil under the sun,</div> -<div class="verse">There is a remedy, or there is none.</div> -<div class="verse">If there be one, try to find it;</div> -<div class="verse">If there be none, never mind it.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 507px;"> -<img src="images/i-062.jpg" width="507" height="382" alt="children and one woman in classroom" /> -</div> - - - -<h2>A SCHOOL WITHOUT A TEACHER</h2> - -<h3>What Might Happen if Books and Bells Could Talk</h3> - - -<p>The little schoolhouse was painted white, with -green shutters. Over the front gable was a little -old-fashioned belfry. In it swung a little old-fashioned -school bell, for this was a country -district school, with scarcely a house in sight.</p> - -<p>One bright September morning, the opening -day of school, forty or fifty noisy children were -drawn up in line, waiting for the bell to stop -ringing.</p> - -<p>When the bell stopped, the children marched<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> -inside and took their seats facing the teacher’s -desk.</p> - -<p>“Order!” tapped the desk bell, and the room -was suddenly still.</p> - -<p>The pupils looked to see who had tapped the -bell, for the teacher was nowhere to be seen.</p> - -<p>They saw the new school-books piled on the -platform and on the teacher’s desk—but where -was the teacher?</p> - -<p>“I am the new Spelling Book, full of hard -words,” said the top book of the pile of spellers -on the right-hand side of the platform.</p> - -<p>“I am the new Reader, full of good stories,” -announced the top one of a stack of readers on -the left-hand side of the platform.</p> - -<p>The pupils were startled. It was so quiet you -could hear the clock tick.</p> - -<p>“I am the new Arithmetic, full of problems -harder to crack than the hickory nuts in the -woods,” spoke up a book on the teacher’s desk; -“but why don’t you find your teacher?”</p> - -<p>No one answered. The children only sat half-frightened, -wondering what would happen next.</p> - -<p>“I am the new Language Book,” declared -another book in the row on the teacher’s desk; -“but who will teach you your mother tongue?”</p> - -<p>Everyone was still. Only the clock ticked on.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I am the Geography; in my pages are maps -of all countries. Who will give you permission -to look?” It was the largest book of all that -asked this question.</p> - -<p>The pupils stared opened-eyed over the desk -at the teacher’s empty chair. They saw nothing -but a sunbeam coming in through the window—full -of particles of shining dust.</p> - -<p>“There must be somebody hiding,” spoke up -one boy who could stand the strain no longer.</p> - -<p>“I am going to see,” said another boy braver -than the rest.</p> - -<p>Getting up, he looked behind the desk and in -the closet, but nothing was to be seen, not even -a mouse.</p> - -<p>“Let us go out and look for the teacher,” he -cried. With one accord they ran pell-mell out -the door into the playground.</p> - -<p>An automobile was coming up the road at top -speed.</p> - -<p>“Good morning, boys and girls,” the new -teacher called, as the machine pulled up.</p> - -<p>“Good morning, teacher,” they answered -crowding about her.</p> - -<p>“I am sorry to be late the first day of school. -There was some trouble at Rockland and the -train was delayed. Mr. Jones drove me over.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p> - -<p>“We are glad you are here,” said an older -girl as the machine drove off. “We went in and -took our seats at nine o’clock, thinking you -would come at any minute. All at once something -began to talk. ‘I am the Speller full of hard -words; I am the Arithmetic; I am the Reader; -I am the Geography; where is your teacher?’ -the voices said. At first we thought somebody -was hiding, but we could not find anyone. Then -we got frightened and ran out.”</p> - -<p>“Well, isn’t that strange?” said the teacher -laughing. “We will go in and see.”</p> - -<p>Together they trooped into the schoolroom. -They looked everywhere; nothing had been -moved; everything was just as usual.</p> - -<p>The teacher tapped the bell and everyone took -a seat.</p> - -<p>“Well, children,” she said smiling, “we have -already learned a very important lesson this -morning, and that is that every school must have -a teacher!”</p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - - -<div class="blockquot3"> -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="what schools should have"> -<tr> -<td align="left">What should a school have?—</td> -<td align="left" class="btlb"> </td> -<td align="left">Teachers<br /> -Pupils<br /> -Books<br /> -Schoolhouse<br /></td></tr> -</table> -</div> - - - -<p>What other persons or things should a school have?</p> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> -<div class="blockquot"> -<p>Can you have a school without a teacher?</p> - -<p>Why is the teacher so important?</p> - - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="What students should be"> -<tr><td align="left">What should the pupils be?—</td> -<td align="left" class="btlb"> </td> -<td align="left">Obedient<br /> -Clean<br /> -Orderly<br /> -Courteous<br /> -Helpful<br /> -Punctual<br /> -Anxious to learn.<br /></td> -</tr> -</table> -</div> - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="What else the students should be"> -<tr><td align="left">What else should the pupils be?—</td> -<td align="left" class="btlb"> </td> -<td align="left">Respectful to all connected with school.<br /> -Respectful to principal, to teacher, to janitor, to other children.</td> -</tr> -</table> -</div> -</div> - - -<h4>MEMORY GEMS</h4> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">One rule to guide us in our life</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is always good and true;</span></div> -<div class="verse">’Tis, do to others as you would</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That they should do to you.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">If wisdom’s ways you’d wisely seek,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Five things observe with care;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of whom you speak, to whom to speak,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And how, and when, and where.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Prize your friend for her own true heart,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though her dress be poor and mean;</span></div> -<div class="verse">The years, like a fairy wand, may change</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cinderella to a queen.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>OUR FLAG</h2> - - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">’Tis the Star-Spangled Banner, oh, long may it wave</div> -<div class="verse">O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 247px;"> -<img src="images/i-067a.jpg" width="247" height="402" alt="fag" /> -</div> - -<p>As you came to -school this morning, did you look up -at your flag floating from the top of -the flag pole? Didn’t it look beautiful, -waving and rippling in the sunshine -against the blue sky? I wonder -if you have ever thought -about what it means?</p> - -<p>You know flags are signs or emblems, -and they all have a meaning.</p> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 85px;"> -<img src="images/i-067b.jpg" width="85" height="373" alt="boy looking up at flag" /> -</div> - -<p>There is no reading on our American -flag, yet everyone knows what it -means as certainly as if there were -letters all over it.</p> - -<p>Our flag means that the United -States of America is the Land of the -Free, and our government stands for:</p> - - -<ul> -<li>Liberty and justice for everybody;</li> -<li><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span>Education for all children;</li> -<li>Protection to all Americans at home or abroad.</li> -</ul> - - -<p>That is the reason so many people come to -this country from countries where they do not -have such help from the government.</p> - -<p>We Americans are very thankful for what -our flag means.</p> - -<p>If we are good Americans we shall live up to -every one of the following duties:</p> - - -<ul> -<li>To be true and faithful citizens;</li> -<li>To do our part to carry out the laws of the government;</li> -<li>To give, if necessary, our lives to protect our flag.</li> -</ul> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<h2>SCOUTS’ PLEDGE</h2> - - -<p>I pledge allegiance to my flag and to the -republic for which it stands; one nation indivisible, -with liberty and justice for all.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 490px;"> -<img src="images/i-068.jpg" width="490" height="233" alt="Scout on left saluting; boy on right hand on heart holding hat" /> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>MY GIFT</h2> - - -<p>I give my head, my heart, my hand to God -and my country; one country, one language, -one flag.<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a></p> - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<h2>FLAG DAY</h2> - - -<p>June 14 is the anniversary of the adoption -of the flag, and that date is celebrated in many -states as Flag Day.</p> - -<p>We can honor our flag</p> - - -<ul> -<li>By living for it;</li> -<li>By keeping our own honor bright;</li> -<li>By being brave; (Red stands for valor.)</li> -<li>By being clean; (White stands for purity.)</li> -<li>By being just; (Blue stands for justice.)</li> -<li>By being loyal;</li> -<li>By being ready to die for it, if we are called upon.</li> -</ul> - - -<p>Our state has one star in the blue of the flag.</p> - -<p>How shall we honor our star?</p> - -<p>How shall we show respect for our country -and our flag?</p> - -<div class="hangsection"> - -<p>Since our flag means so much to us, we -should respect it and love it with all -our hearts.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p> - -<p>When the flag passes in a parade, people -should, if walking, halt; or if sitting, -rise and stand at attention and uncover.</p></div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 511px;"> -<img src="images/i-070.jpg" width="511" height="465" alt="how to properly hang flag" /> -</div> - -<div class="hangsection"> - -<p>The flag should never be allowed to drag -on the ground nor be left out after dark. -Did you know that it must never be -used as an old rag? You see no matter -how old or torn a flag becomes, it is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> -still our flag and must be loved and -honored always.</p></div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">My country! ’tis of thee,</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet land of liberty,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of thee I sing;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Land where my fathers died!</div> -<div class="verse">Land of the Pilgrim’s pride!</div> -<div class="verse">From every mountain side</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let freedom ring!</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>“America is another name for Opportunity.”</p> - -<p>What do you understand by that?</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 502px;"> -<img src="images/i-071.jpg" width="502" height="265" alt="gateway with two flags" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">What does this picture of an open gateway bring to your mind?</span></div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 530px;"> -<img src="images/i-072.jpg" width="530" height="391" alt="Soldiers through time holding different flags" /> -</div> - - - - -<h2>HOW OUR FLAG DEVELOPED</h2> - - -<p>The thirteen stripes in our flag represent the -thirteen original colonies.</p> - -<p>Every star in the field of blue represents a -state—“A star for every state, and a state for -every star.”</p> - -<p>The flag brings a picture to our minds of -all the things we are grateful for in our history, -and of all the things we want our country and -ourselves to be.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>What does our flag mean?</p> - -<p>Are you not glad that you live in a country where all -the people rule, instead of any one person or just a few -people?</p> - -<p>Can you repeat the Scouts’ Pledge? (Standing.)</p> - -<p>Who was Betsy Ross?</p> - -<p>Can you form a tableau like the picture of Betsy Ross -sewing the American Flag?</p> - -<p>Isn’t it almost as brave to live up to the red, white, and -blue as to die for our colors?</p> - -<p>Why is our nation’s flag always hung higher in this -country than the flag of any other nation?</p> - -<p>Will you bring pictures of the flags of some other countries -to class?</p> - -<p>Do you think any other flag more beautiful than ours?</p> - -<p>Will you try to do all you can to honor our flag, and never -to let the star of your state grow dimmer because of any -act of yours?</p></div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hats off!</span></div> -<div class="verse">Along the street there comes</div> -<div class="verse">A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,</div> -<div class="verse">A flash of color beneath the sky:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hats off!</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The flag is passing by!</span></div> -<div class="sig">—<i>H. H. Bennett.</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE FLAG OF THE -U. S. A.</h2> - - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 237px;"> -<img src="images/i-074.jpg" width="237" height="418" alt="girl holding flag taller than she is" /> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I belong to this flag;</div> -<div class="verse">This flag belongs to me,</div> -<div class="verse">Because brave men have lived and died</div> -<div class="verse">To set its people free;</div> -<div class="verse">There are other flags in other lands,</div> -<div class="verse">And more upon the sea,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the flag to-day of the U. S. A.</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is the flag for you and me.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If I belong to this flag,</div> -<div class="verse">And this flag belongs to me,</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll live or die, if there is need,</div> -<div class="verse">To keep its people free;</div> -<div class="verse">No other flag has braver men,</div> -<div class="verse">Either on land or sea,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than the flag to-day of the U. S. A.—</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The flag for you and me.</span></div> -<div class="sig">—<i>J. E. F.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE AMERICAN FLAG</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">When Freedom from her mountain height</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unfurled her standard to the air,</span></div> -<div class="verse">She tore the azure robe of night,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And set the stars of glory there:</span></div> -<div class="verse">She mingled with her gorgeous dyes</div> -<div class="verse">The milky baldric of the skies,</div> -<div class="verse">And striped its pure celestial white</div> -<div class="verse">With streakings of the morning light;</div> -<div class="verse">Then, from his mansion in the sun,</div> -<div class="verse">She called her eagle-bearer down,</div> -<div class="verse">And gave into his mighty hand</div> -<div class="verse">The symbol of her chosen land!</div> -<div class="spaced">********</div> -<div class="verse">Flag of the free heart’s hope and home!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By angel hands to valor given!</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all thy hues were born in heaven.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Forever float that standard sheet!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where breathes the foe but falls before us,</span></div> -<div class="verse">With Freedom’s soil beneath our feet,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Freedom’s banner streaming o’er us!</span></div> -<div class="sig">—<i>Joseph Rodman Drake.</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">STORIES TEACHING KINDNESS TO ANIMALS</h2> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 511px;"> -<img src="images/i-076.jpg" width="511" height="428" alt="STOREIS TEACHING KINDNESS TO ANIMALS; man in uniform standing by doghouse looking at dog" /> -</div> - - - -<h2>THE TRUE STORY OF CHEESEY</h2> - - -<h3>I. The Dog and the Policeman</h3> - -<p>One snowy day shortly after Christmas, when -carefully picking my way over the crossing at -Market Street Ferry in Philadelphia, I almost -ran into a big policeman.</p> - -<p>Just back of the big policeman was a little -dog, and just back of the little dog was a little -dog-house, and just back of the dog-house was -a beautiful Christmas tree.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> - -<p>Wouldn’t it have made you stop in surprise to -see a dog-house in the middle of the busiest street -in your city or town? Wouldn’t you have wondered -why the big policeman had the little dog, -and why the little dog had such a nice house -there? And wouldn’t you have wondered and -wondered whether the Christmas tree belonged to -the dog or to the big policeman? It made me so -curious that I did just as you would have liked to -do—I asked the policeman to tell me the story.</p> - - -<h3>II. The Policeman’s Story</h3> - -<p>“Good morning, Mr. Burke,” I said, for -I knew the officer’s name. “Will you tell me -about the little dog?”</p> - -<p>“Why,” answered the policeman with a smile, -“don’t you know about Cheesey? Come here, -Cheesey, the lady wants to see you!”</p> - -<p>Cheesey looked up at the speaker and wagged -his tail.</p> - -<p>“Cheesey was born on Race Street pier,” -went on the policeman. “Nobody knows how -he got his living after his mother died; but one -thing is sure, he was not treated very kindly by -the men who loaded the boats and swept the -wharves. To this day Cheesey growls at the -sight of one of those men.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> - -<p>“After a while Cheesey found a little playmate, -but the playmate was run over by a fire -engine. All night long Cheesey lay in the spot -where his little mate had been killed.</p> - -<p>“Weary and lonely and hungry, he crept back -to the old cheerless corner of Race Street pier, -which was the only place he knew as home.</p> - -<p>“There he lay with his head on his paws, not -noticing anything until one of the men kicked -him out of the way.</p> - -<p>“Cheesey ran out of the pier and down Delaware -Avenue, not knowing where he was going; -but he went just the right way, for he ran into -Officer Weigner, one of the four of us who watch -this crossing.</p> - -<p>“He spoke kindly to the little fellow, and gave -him something to eat.</p> - -<p>“From that time, Cheesey seemed to think -he belonged to the policemen on this crossing. -Then we gave him his name.”</p> - - -<h3>III. Cheesey’s Christmas Presents</h3> - -<p>“Cheesey had no place to sleep,” went on -the policeman after seeing some people safely -across the street, “except on a pile of bags in the -ferry house. He seemed so cold that I asked -Charley, one of the workmen in the ferry, if he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> -could not knock together some packing boxes -for the little fellow.</p> - -<p>“Charley did the best he could, but I must say -he made a sorry looking dog-house.</p> - -<p>“One day, just before Christmas while I was -on duty, Mr. Sheip, of the Sheip Box Factory, -happened to notice the box Charley had knocked -together.</p> - -<p>“‘Well, well,’ he said, ‘is that the best you -fellows can do?’</p> - -<p>“‘Why, Mr. Sheip,’ I replied, ‘we are not -box-makers, you know.’</p> - -<p>“‘That’s so!’ he said. ‘I’ll have a dog-house -made in the factory!’ and on Christmas -day this beauty of a dog-house came. Have you -noticed the label on it?”</p> - -<p>I read the painted black letters on the large -white label:</p> - -<div class="bbox2"> -Merry Christmas<br /> -to<br /> -Cheesey<br /> -from<br /> -Officers Burke, Dougherty,<br /> -Kunzig, and Weigner. -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p> - -<p>“It pleased us so,” went on the officer, “that -we bought a Christmas tree and many people -helped us trim it.</p> - -<p>“A good many people brought presents for -Cheesey. One lady from Camden brought a -feather pillow; another lady brought a piece -of meat. That dog could have seventeen meals -a day if he could hold them—couldn’t you, -Cheesey?”</p> - -<p>The little dog wagged his tail, turned around -twice, then went into his house. After thanking -the officer I went on my way, made happier for -all my life because of the true story of Cheesey.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<h2>THE CHAINED DOG</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">’Twas only a dog in a kennel,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And little the noise he made,</span></div> -<div class="verse">But it seemed to me, as I heard it,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I knew what that old dog said:</span></div> -<div class="verse">“Another long day to get over!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will nobody loosen my chain,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Just for a run in the meadow,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then fasten me up again?”</span></div> -<div class="sig">—<i>Selected.</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Through life it’s been a comfort to me—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My little dog’s loving sympathy.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Do you think the officers were repaid by knowing they -had made Cheesey happy?</p> - -<p>Does Cheesey remind you a little of Cinderella? Who -were the fairies in Cheesey’s life?</p> - -<p>What might have happened to Cheesey if the officers -had not been kind?</p> - -<p>Did you ever own a dog?</p> - -<p>Can you tell some story showing your dog’s intelligence or -bravery?</p> - -<p>What is the kindest thing to do for an animal which is -suffering if you cannot take care of it or feed it?</p> - -<p>Do you know the address of the S. P. C. A. in your city?</p> - -<p>Did you know that sometimes dogs are thought to be -mad when they are only very thirsty?</p> - -<p>Sometimes dogs have been treated unfairly and are cross; -so it is best not to pat a strange dog’s head.</p> - -<p>Do you realize that a dog is the only animal which makes -people its companions and playmates?</p> - -<p>How should we treat dogs?</p></div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - - -<h4>MEMORY GEM</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">If I can stop one heart from breaking,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I shall not live in vain;</span></div> -<div class="verse">If I can ease one life the aching, or cool one pain,</div> -<div class="verse">Or help one fainting robin to its nest again,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I shall not live in vain.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 503px;"> -<img src="images/i-082.jpg" width="503" height="175" alt="puppy on sidewalk, feet of people walking by" /> -</div> - - -<h2>LITTLE LOST PUP</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He was lost!—not a shade of doubt of that;</div> -<div class="verse">For he never barked at a slinking cat,</div> -<div class="verse">But stood in the square where the wind blew raw,</div> -<div class="verse">With drooping ear and a trembling paw,</div> -<div class="verse">And a mournful look in his pleading eye,</div> -<div class="verse">And a plaintive sniff at the passerby,</div> -<div class="verse">That begged as plain as tongue could sue,</div> -<div class="verse">“Oh, mister, please may I follow you?”</div> -<div class="verse">A lorn wee waif of tawny brown</div> -<div class="verse">Adrift in the roar of a heedless town.</div> -<div class="verse">Oh, the saddest of sights in a world of sin</div> -<div class="verse">Is a little lost pup with his tail tucked in.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Well, he won my heart (for I set great store</div> -<div class="verse">On my own red Brute—who is here no more),</div> -<div class="verse">So I whistled clear, and he trotted up,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span>And who so glad as that small pup?</div> -<div class="verse">Now he shares my board, and he owns my bed,</div> -<div class="verse">And he fairly shouts when he hears my tread.</div> -<div class="verse">Then, if things go wrong, as they sometimes do,</div> -<div class="verse">And the world is cold and I’m feeling blue,</div> -<div class="verse">He asserts his rights to assuage my woes</div> -<div class="verse">With a warm red tongue and a nice cold nose,</div> -<div class="verse">And a silky head on my arm or knee,</div> -<div class="verse">And a paw as soft as a paw can be.</div> -<div class="verse">When we rove the woods for a league about,</div> -<div class="verse">He’s as full of pranks as a school let out;</div> -<div class="verse">For he romps and frisks like a three-months’ colt</div> -<div class="verse">And he runs me down like a thunder bolt.</div> -<div class="verse">Oh, the blithest of sights in the world so fair</div> -<div class="verse">Is a gay little pup with his tail in the air!</div> -<div class="sig">—<i>Arthur Guiterman.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 508px;"> -<img src="images/i-083.jpg" width="508" height="242" alt="Puippy in country, pudgy barking" /> -</div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 515px;"> -<img src="images/i-084.jpg" width="515" height="709" alt="Red Cross nurse and two dogs in Red Cross vests" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">Picture of red cross army dogs—Wonderful dogs of mercy. Such -dogs have rescued thousands of wounded and helpless soldiers. -How should intelligent animals like these be treated?</span></div> -</div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 516px;"> -<img src="images/i-085.jpg" width="516" height="252" alt="Drawn toddler and cat; next frame dog on shore with child across front paws" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">Can you tell a story about this brave dog?</span></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 529px;"> -<img src="images/i-085b.jpg" width="529" height="471" alt="baby looking up at dog; kittens drawn around picture in center" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">What would the big dog say if he could talk?</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Write a story about this picture.</span></div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE HUNTING PARTY</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mrs. Pussy, sleek and fat,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With her kittens four,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Went to sleep upon a mat</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the kitchen door.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mrs. Pussy heard a noise;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up she sprang in glee.</span></div> -<div class="verse">“Kittens, maybe it’s a mouse—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let us go and see.”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Creeping, creeping, soft and low,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Silently they stole,</span></div> -<div class="verse">But the little mouse had crept</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Back into its hole.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Well,” said Mrs. Pussy then,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Homeward let us go;</span></div> -<div class="verse">We shall find our supper there,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That I surely know.”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Home went hungry Mrs. Puss</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With her kittens four,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Found their supper on a plate</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the kitchen door.</span></div> -<div class="sig">—<i>Selected.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>What do you think of people who do not care for and -feed the cats they own?</p> - -<p>Do you know that a cat that is well cared for, and kept -in the house at night is not likely to catch birds, because -cats catch birds in the early morning and at twilight?</p> - -<p>What do you think of people who move away from a -place and leave their cats behind? What will become of -the cats?</p> - -<p>What should people do with cats they do not care to take -away? Do you know where the nearest S. P. C. A. office is?</p> - -<p>What good service does the cat do for people?</p> - -<p>Why are rats and mice dangerous to our health?</p> - -<p>How many toes has a cat on front paws? On back paws?</p> - -<p>Which way does the fur lie on the under side of the legs?</p></div> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<h2>THE LOST KITTY</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Stealing to an open door, craving food and meat,</div> -<div class="verse">Frightened off with angry cries and broomed into the street;</div> -<div class="verse">Tortured, teased, and chased by dogs, through the lonely night,</div> -<div class="verse">Homeless little beggar cat, sorry is your plight.</div> -<div class="sig">—<i>Ella Wheeler Wilcox.</i></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>If you cannot care for or feed a stray cat, what is the -kindest thing to do?</p> - -<p>How does it save the birds to see that stray cats either -are given a home or are taken to a cat refuge?</p></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">MY PECULIAR -KITTY</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 515px;"> -<img src="images/i-088.jpg" width="515" height="256" alt="Kitty licking front paw sitting by dish" /> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I have a little kitty,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just as cute as she can be;</span></div> -<div class="verse">But my! she is peculiar!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For she <i>eats</i> her catnip tea!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">After every meal she eats</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She tidies up her head,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And washes carefully enough;—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But she never makes her bed!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I’m told a kitty cannot talk,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But my kitty every day</span></div> -<div class="verse">Tells me that she loves me</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When we are at our play!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yes, she tells me very plainly</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I will tell you how,—</span></div> -<div class="verse">I ask, “Who thinks a lot of me?”</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She answers, “Me! Me—ow!”</span></div> -<div class="sig">—<i>J. E. F.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>POOR LITTLE JOCKO</h2> - - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<p>On the porch of a comfortable old house, -shaded by fine trees, a group of young girls were -gathered around a small table, sewing.</p> - -<p>Suddenly the harsh notes of a hand-organ -came to their ears, disturbing the peaceful stillness -of the summer afternoon.</p> - -<p>Marion Johnson, who was visiting her cousins, -laid aside her work and listened.</p> - -<p>“Why, I do believe it is the very same man -that came to our town a week ago,” she -exclaimed. “He had with him a poor, miserable -looking monkey, which he called Jocko.”</p> - -<p>Just then they saw the organ-grinder, with -the monkey perched on the, organ, coming -up the village street. Seeing the girls on the -porch, he turned up the walk.</p> - -<p>“I think I shall call Aunt Kate,” remarked -Marion, rising and going into the house.</p> - -<p>Aunt Kate could always be depended upon to -help any dumb creature needing a friend.</p> - -<p>Aunt Kate’s face lost its usual look of quiet -good humor, as she glanced over the porch railing -and saw a tall swarthy man at the foot of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> -steps, carelessly turning the handle of a small -squeaky organ.</p> - -<p>Keeping time to the music, a weak little -monkey danced very wearily. When his steps -dragged he was brought up quickly with a sharp -jerking of the chain which was fastened to his -collar.</p> - -<p>A cap was held on his head by a tight rubber -band which passed under the chin. His gaudy -dress was heavy and warm and seemed to weigh -down his tired limbs.</p> - -<p>Now and then, when he dared, Jocko laid a -tiny brown hand on the tugging chain in an -effort to ease it. With an appealing look he -glanced up at his master, as if trying to make -him understand how painfully the collar was -cutting his thin neck.</p> - - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<p>Aunt Kate’s mild blue eyes almost flashed as she -motioned to the organ-grinder to stop playing.</p> - -<p>“You no lika music?” he asked brokenly, -glancing up at her in some surprise.</p> - -<p>“Yes, that is right,” she answered, speaking -very slowly and distinctly.</p> - -<p>“We do not like the music; and we do not -like to see that poor monkey dance; and, above -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a><br /><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span>all, we do not like to see you hurting his neck by -pulling that chain.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 407px;"> -<img src="images/i-091.jpg" width="407" height="600" alt="Woman, Jocko and children, organ grinder in background" /> -</div> - -<p>The look of sullen anger which came over the -man’s face quickly disappeared when he saw -the coin in Aunt Kate’s hand.</p> - -<p>“I will give you this,” she said, holding up -the piece of money, “if you will stay here and let -Jocko rest for one hour.”</p> - -<p>The organ-grinder smiled and sat down on -the steps as a sign of agreement.</p> - -<p>At first, Jocko could scarcely believe that he -might rest his weary little legs and feet. After a -while, however, he threw himself at full length -upon the porch floor as some worn out child -might have done.</p> - -<p>Marion was left on guard to see that he was -not disturbed when the others went to get food.</p> - -<p>When they returned they found Jocko resting -on a soft cushion, a comfort his little body -had never known before.</p> - -<p>Only after being promised more money did -the organ-grinder permit Marion to take off -Jocko’s hard leather collar, underneath which -she had discovered sores.</p> - -<p>She bandaged the tiny neck with soft linen -spread with salve. She took off his cap, too, -with its tight-cutting band.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> - -<p>When water was brought, Jocko drank with -pitiful eagerness. Many hours had passed since -he had had a drink, and his throat and lips were -parched. He ate the food they offered him like -a wild creature, for he was very hungry.</p> - -<p>Every once in a while he would glance at the -organ-grinder as though he feared punishment.</p> - -<p>When the hour was up, the organ-grinder -would stay no longer. As his master led him -away, Jocko lifted his hat, just as if he wanted to -thank Aunt Kate and the girls for their kindness.</p> - -<p>“I never knew before,” said Marion, “how -cruel it is to expect little monkeys to live such -unnatural lives. I do hope the man will be more -kind to Jocko after this.”</p> - -<div class="sig"> -—<i>Mary Craige Yarrow—Adapted.</i></div> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Why didn’t the girls and their aunt like to see the little -monkey dance?</p> - -<p>What did they enjoy seeing it do?</p> - -<p>Have you ever been very, very tired?</p> - -<p>Can you imagine how you would feel if some giant would -not let you rest?</p> - -<p>What kind of life is natural for monkeys?</p> - -<p>Did you ever give a penny to an organ-grinder with a -monkey?</p> - -<p>If everyone stopped giving money to men who use monkeys -for begging, how would it help the little monkeys?</p></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>ROBIN REDBREAST</h2> - - -<p>“Cheer up! Cheer up!” sings Robin Redbreast -every morning. “Listen to me! Listen -to me! Oh, excuse me! I see, I see a feast!” and -down he hops, hops, hops to the spot where he -sees a nice fat worm wiggling out of the ground.</p> - -<p>Perhaps it is an earthworm, perhaps it is a -worse worm; but if it is an earthworm, you will -have fun watching Robin.</p> - -<p>He seizes the worm with his bill, then braces -his feet against the earth, and pulls and pulls -with all his might.</p> - -<p>Out comes the worm with such a jerk that -Robin almost topples over; but he doesn’t. He -either eats the worm or flies away with it to his -hungry little birdies.</p> - -<p>Down he drops it into one of the wide open -mouths in the nest.</p> - -<p>Do you know how many earthworms one baby -robin can eat in one day?</p> - -<p>A man who loves birds once counted the -worms that one pair of robins fed to their little -ones, and found that each little robin ate sixty-eight -earthworms in one day.</p> - -<p>Sixty-eight earthworms if placed end to end -would measure about fourteen feet. Just think<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> -what busy lives Mr. and Mrs. Robin Redbreast -live, and how they love their little ones.</p> - -<p>Robins eat many other kinds of worms besides -earthworms, and they eat insects, too. They -work hard to feed their babies, and in this way -they do a wonderful thing for us, for the insects -they eat would destroy the plants which we need.</p> - -<p>You know bread really grows on tall grasses -called wheat and rye, and oatmeal grows on a -grass called oats.</p> - -<p>There are millions of insects which like wheat -and rye and oats as much as we do, and they -would eat up all the crops if it were not for the -birds that eat the insects. Now you can see -why we call the birds our friends.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<h2>WHO KILLED COCK ROBIN?</h2> - - -<p>Who killed Cock Robin?</p> - -<p>No; it was not the sparrow with a bow and -arrow. No—more likely a boy with an air rifle -killed him, or a man with a gun who did not -know what a wicked thing he was doing.</p> - -<p>He did not know that he had killed one of -his best friends.</p> - -<p>He did not know that without the work of -beautiful Robin Redbreast and other birds the -world might go hungry.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> - -<p>What if robins do eat a few cherries? They -like mulberries better. A wise farmer plants a -Russian mulberry tree for the robins, and the -mulberries save the cherries.</p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Do you know that millions of men and boys hunt and kill -birds “for fun” every year?</p> - -<p>Do you know that millions of birds are killed each year -to be used in trimming women’s hats?</p> - -<p>How many different birds can you name?</p> - -<p>Can you tell the kinds of food each of them eats?</p> - -<p>Do you know what kinds of nests they build?</p> - -<p>What do you think of people who kill robins?</p> - -<p>Have you ever placed food in a sheltered place for birds -in winter when it is hard for them to find a living?</p></div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 434px;"> -<img src="images/i-096.jpg" width="434" height="372" alt="Bird feeing nestlings on flowering branch" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>MY FRIEND, MR. ROBIN</h2> - - -<p>When I was only about six years of age, a -Robin Redbreast that we used to feed got so -tame that he would fly in through the window -to our breakfast table.</p> - -<p>In the spring he delighted us by bringing -a small family of Roblings to the window sill -of the room as if to introduce them to the -people who had helped him through the hard -winter!</p> - -<p>Another special bird that I remember was a -one-legged sparrow that used to be among the -birds that came when we were living in Bucking-ham-shire. -We always called him “Timber-toes.”</p> - -<p>He came to us for two or three winters, so -that, even with but one leg, he must have picked -up a living somehow.</p> - -<div class="sig"> -—<i>Little Folks.</i><br /><br /></div> -<div class="bbox3"> -<div class="center">A WINTER MENU FOR BIRDS</div> -<ul class="smallmarg"> -<li>Crumbs of bread swept off the breakfast table.</li> -<li>Morsels of fish and meat.</li> -<li>Bones hung on strings from tree branches.</li> -<li>Strips of bacon rind cut up into small bits.</li> -<li>Small seeds of any kind. (These may be gathered in summer and saved.)</li> -</ul></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Did you ever make a house for a little house wren?</p> - -<p>Little Jenny Wren is looking for a house every spring. -She is a very friendly neighbor. Why not make her a -house with a doorway too small for Mrs. Sparrow to squeeze -through? Make the opening only one inch wide.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>The meadow lark is one of our very helpful birds. Do -you know the colors of the meadow lark’s feathers?</p></div> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<h2>IF ALL THE BIRDS SHOULD DIE</h2> - - -<p>Now, I want to tell you something that is -worth knowing. It is this. If all the birds -in the world should die, all the boys and girls in -the world would have to die also. There would -not be one boy or girl left alive; they would all -die of starvation.</p> - -<p>And the reason is this. Most small birds live -on insects; they eat millions and millions of insects. -If there were no birds, the insects would -increase so that they would eat up all vegetation. -The cattle, and horses, and sheep, and swine, and -poultry would all die, and we should have to die -also.</p> - -<p>Now, what I want all of you to remember, is -that every time you kill one of these little -insect-eating birds, it means that thousands of -insects the bird would have eaten are going to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> -live to torment us; and every time you take an -egg from one of these little birds’ nests, that -means one less bird to eat the insects. I do not -like mosquitoes and insects. I think it is better -that the birds should live and eat the insects, -than that the birds should die and the insects -eat us.</p> - -<div class="sig"> -—<i>George T. Angell.</i></div> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>If a bird in a cage could speak, what do you think it would -say?</p> - -<p>Can it tell you when it has no drinking water?</p> - -<p>Do you know that thirst is worse than hunger?</p> - -<p>Do you know that a person can do without food much -longer than without water?</p> - -<p>What do birds do for farmers?</p> - -<p>What do they do for you? Don’t you think it would -be foolish to destroy them?</p> - -<p>Do you think it right to keep wild birds in cages? Why -not?</p> - -<p>Did you ever notice the beautiful doves or pigeons in -the city?</p> - -<p>Why are they so tame?</p></div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Don’t rob the birds of their eggs, boys,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Tis cruel and heartless and wrong;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And remember, by breaking an egg, boys,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We may lose a bird with a song.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/i-100.jpg" width="500" height="285" alt="alarmingly large squirrel outside kitchen windo" /> -</div> - - - -<h2>FURRY</h2> - - -<p>My house is in a little grove of oak trees.</p> - -<p>Every winter I feed several gray squirrels with -nuts.</p> - -<p>Every day about noon a big father squirrel -comes and scratches on my kitchen window.</p> - -<p>There he sits on the sill, watching with bright -eyes until I open the window and throw out some -nuts.</p> - -<p>The more timid squirrels are seated on the -ground looking up at the window. They catch -the nuts and scamper away with them up to -the tops of the trees. But not Furry. He takes -nuts from my hands, and holding them in his -little finger-claws, gnaws away the shell faster<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> -than I can count ten. He acts quite like a little -pig sometimes, for he asks for more than he needs.</p> - -<p>What do you think he does with them?</p> - -<p>He jumps down with one in his mouth and -starts to dig. As soon as the hole is deep enough -to suit him he buries the nut, packing the earth -carefully over it to make it look as though the -ground had not been disturbed.</p> - -<p>Then back he comes for another nut.</p> - -<p>If all the nuts he plants were acorns and he -should forget to come and find half of them -when he is hungry—how big my oak forest -would be!</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;"> -<img src="images/i-101.jpg" width="450" height="249" alt="squirrel family" /> -</div> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - - -<h4>I.</h4> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Have you ever fed a squirrel?</p> - -<p>Where have you seen the largest number together?</p> - -<p>Why were they not afraid?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p> - -<p>How do mother squirrels carry their babies from one -place to another?</p> - -<p>How do mother cats carry their babies?</p> - -<p>If mothers did not love their babies so much, what would -happen to all animals and people?</p> - -<p>Do we have to thank squirrels for some of our trees? -Why?</p></div> - - -<h4>II.</h4> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Did you ever wish your doll or rocking horse were alive?</p> - -<p>Could anyone make them live?</p> - -<p>Isn’t being alive the most wonderful thing you can -think of?</p> - -<p>Doesn’t it make you glad to think of the little wild things -living in the out-of-doors?</p> - -<p>Name some of the animals living in the woods.</p> - -<p>Would the country be as pleasant without them?</p> - -<p>Why should you dislike to hurt any of them?</p></div> - - -<h4>III.</h4> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Do you know that if people do not stop hunting wild -ducks, mountain sheep, deer, and other animals they may -all be killed?</p> - -<p>Did you ever see a reindeer?</p> - -<p>Did you notice its beautiful eyes?</p> - -<p>Would it be fun to fight a baby?</p> - -<p>Are not many animals as helpless as babies when they are -hunted?</p> - -<p>Don’t you think it is cowardly to shoot little helpless -animals “for fun”?</p></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 501px;"> -<img src="images/i-103.jpg" width="501" height="289" alt="Horse pulling grocer's cart" /> -</div> - - - - -<h2>THE GROCER’S HORSE</h2> - - -<h3>I. The Careless Driver</h3> - -<p>It was the week before Christmas. Everybody -was ordering all sorts of good things to be sent -home “just as soon as possible.”</p> - -<p>The grocer’s boy, John, was on duty early. -Soon many baskets were filled with orders to be -delivered.</p> - -<p>The horse was hurried out of the stable before -he had quite finished his breakfast, and John -soon had the baskets piled into the wagon.</p> - -<p>“Be lively, now,” the grocer said. “Get back -as soon as you can.”</p> - -<p>John jumped on the wagon, seized the whip and -gave the horse a sharp cut to begin the day with.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p> - -<p>John kept the whip in his hand. If the horse -held up his pace a minute to give himself a chance -to breathe, another snap of the whip kept him -on the run.</p> - -<p>At the different houses where he left the groceries -John rushed in and out as quickly as possible. -In several places he was given fresh orders for -articles that were needed.</p> - -<p>So the morning passed, and dinner time arrived. -As John put the horse in the stable he could not -help seeing that his breath came hard and fast, -and that he was wet with sweat.</p> - -<p>“I guess it won’t do to give him any water, -he is so hot,” John said, as he hurriedly put a -scanty allowance of dry feed into the manger.</p> - -<p>The worn-out horse, trembling in every nerve -with the fatigue of going hard all the morning, -was almost choking with thirst.</p> - -<p>When John hurried in to his dinner, the first -thing he asked for was something warm to drink. -His mother gave him a cup of hot cocoa, and a -good dinner, which he ate rapidly. Then off he -started for the afternoon’s work.</p> - -<p>“Hurry up,” said the grocer as soon as John -appeared. “Get out the horse and take these -baskets; they are all rush orders.”</p> - -<p>“I went to Mrs. Bell’s twice this morning,”<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> -said John. “I should think she might give all -her order at one time and not keep us running -there all day.”</p> - -<p>“I can’t help it. She is a good customer. -Hurry up,” answered the grocer.</p> - -<p>John ran out to the barn. He certainly had -meant to give the horse water before he started -out again, but being hurried, he forgot it. In -a few minutes, whip in hand, he was urging the -tired, thirsty horse again over the road.</p> - -<p>Toward the close of the afternoon the horse -began to hang his head. When John touched -him up with the whip he did not go any faster. -When he stopped for the third time at Mrs. -Bell’s house his legs were trembling and he closed -his eyes as if he were going to sleep.</p> - -<p>Mrs. Bell looked out of the window and said -to her Aunt Sarah, who was visiting her, “I think -it is a shame for Mr. Rush to let that boy race -his horse so all day. Every time he comes here -the horse is in a sweat, and now he looks as if -he would drop. It is wicked to work a horse so!”</p> - -<p>Her aunt replied, “Yes, the horses have to -suffer for man’s thoughtlessness, and woman’s, -too. He’s been here three times to-day, hasn’t -he?” But Mrs. Bell did not see the point of the -reply.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>II. What Happened in the Barn</h3> - -<p>It was seven o’clock before John put the horse -in the stable. He remembered then that he had -given him no water all day. As he did not want -to be obliged to go out to the barn again he gave -him a pail of ice-cold water, which the horse drank -greedily. Then he put his supper before him -and left him.</p> - -<p>He did not stop to rub down the aching legs -or to give the faithful, exhausted creature any -further attention. He just threw a blanket over -him and closed the barn for the night.</p> - -<p>When John came to the store the next morning -a very angry looking grocer met him at the door. -“You can go home as soon as you like. I won’t -have a boy that drives my horse to death,” he -said.</p> - -<p>“Is the horse dead?” asked John, turning pale.</p> - -<p>“It is not your fault if he is not dead. I have -been up nearly all night with him, and I must -get another horse to take his place until he is -well.”</p> - -<p>“You told me to hurry every time I went out,” -answered John.</p> - -<p>“Well, if you had any sense, you would know -when a horse is used up and rest him,” replied -the grocer.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p> - -<p>The horse died that day; and the grocer, the -boy driver, and Mrs. Bell were all to blame.</p> - -<p>The grocer ought not to have trusted a boy -who had no sympathy for animals. Such a boy -is not fit to drive and care for a horse.</p> - -<p>John was too selfish to give the horse time to -breathe or to eat, and he did not care whether -he was made comfortable in the stable or not.</p> - -<p>Mrs. Bell was thoughtless in giving her orders; -so she made the horse take many unnecessary -trips to her house.</p> - -<p>So a willing, patient animal was neglected and -worked to death, when with good care he might -have lived many years and done faithful work. -This all happened because the man, the boy, and -the woman had never learned to be thoughtful -and kind.</p> - -<div class="sig"> -—<i>Mrs. Huntington Smith—Adapted.</i></div> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>What do you think of a man who is cruel to horses?</p> - -<p>Do you think people respect such a person?</p> - -<p>Did you ever hear that “cruelty is the meanest crime”?</p> - -<p>How would you treat a pony? A horse?</p> - -<p>Did you ever read “Black Beauty”?</p> - -<p>Which should you like better for a friend—a man who is -kind to animals or a man who does not care how they are -treated, just so that he gets his work done?</p> - -<p>When you are hurt, or sick, what do you do?</p> - -<p>Can a horse or any animal tell a friend when he is sick?</p></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>A LETTER FROM A HORSE</h2> - -<div class="bbox"> -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="unindent">To the Lady of the House:</p> - -<p>Please order your supplies for the day -early in the morning and all in one order. -One daily trip to your door is enough. Two -trips will wear me out twice as fast.</p> - -<p>Telephoning in an extra order doubles the -work for the sales clerk and bookkeeper as -well as for the driver and horse. This adds -to the cost of all you buy.</p> - -<p>Hurry up orders make whippings for me.</p> - -<p>Please think of those who serve you, both -people and horses.</p> - -<div class="sig"> - -<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Your obedient servant,</span><br /> -The Delivery Horse.<br /> -</div> - -<p>P. S. Some boys play with a whip over -my back, not meaning to hurt me, but I -cannot see the fun. It makes me nervous, -and I get so tired by night from being -worried that I tremble all over. I know -boys do not think about that part.</p> - -<div class="sig"> -T. D. Horse.</div></div> -</div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="bbox"> -<h2>A PLEA FOR THE HORSE</h2> - - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>Every horse will work longer and better if -given three ample meals daily; plenty of -clean, fresh water; proper shoes, sharpened -in slippery weather; a blanket in cold -weather; a stall six feet by nine feet or -room enough to lie down; a fly net in summer -and two weeks’ vacation each year. Do -not use the cruel, tight check rein, or closely -fitting blinders which cause blindness.</p> - -<div class="adtitle2">SPARE THE WHIP</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - - -<h4>I.</h4> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Wouldn’t you have much more work to do if there were -no horses?</p> - -<p>Have you ever been very tired?</p> - -<p>Have you ever been very thirsty?</p> - -<p>Could you ask for a drink of water?</p> - -<p>Can a horse ask?</p> - -<p>Don’t you suppose animals suffer terribly with thirst?</p> - -<p>What would a horse say if he could talk?</p> - -<p>Can you drive?</p> - -<p>Did you ever stop to think that it is because a horse’s -mouth is so tender that the great strong animal does what -the driver wishes?</p> - -<p>What do you think about jerking the reins?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p> - -<p>Should we have as nice and comfortable houses or food or -clothing if we had no horses?</p></div> - - -<h4>II.</h4> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Is the horse a laborer?</p> - -<p>Has he a right to wages? What should they be?</p> - -<p>How many meals a day should a horse have?</p> - -<p>Can you imagine how it would seem if you were very, -very hungry to be taken into a place where tables were -spread with tempting food, and be driven past them without -a bite?</p> - -<p>How do hungry horses feel when they see and smell -apples and grass?</p> - -<p>Can you run as fast when you carry a heavy load as you -can with a light load?</p> - -<p>Can a horse?</p> - -<p>Did you ever burn your mouth?</p> - -<p>Did you know that the steel bit, if put very cold in the -horse’s mouth, will burn off the skin of the tongue and make -the mouth sore—and perhaps prevent the horse from -eating?</p> - -<p>Could the bit be easily warmed by dipping it into hot -water, or breathing on it to take out the frost?</p> - -<p>Did you ever stop to think that every creature that is -alive can suffer?</p></div> - - -<h4>III.</h4> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Did you ever see a driver stop on a cold day and go into a -restaurant for a bowl of warm soup or a cup of coffee?</p> - -<p>Did he put a blanket on the horse?</p> - -<p>Did you ever see a horse taken into a stable and given a -warm meal on a cold day?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p> - -<p>Did you ever see non-skid chain-shoes for horses?</p> - -<p>Do you know that burlap tied on the horses’ hoofs -answers the same purpose, and costs only a little time and -forethought?</p></div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>The driver can best help this horse to get up by spreading -a blanket or carpet over the icy roadway under his feet.</p></div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 334px;"> -<img src="images/i-111.jpg" width="334" height="338" alt="horse fallen in snowstorm" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a><br /><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>PART II<br /> - -COMMUNITY OCCUPATIONS</h2> - -<div class="center">Stories About People Who Minister to<br /> -Our Daily Needs</div> - -<div class="blockquot3"> -<p>These stories develop very simply, the fundamental ideas of -service, dependence and interdependence, and reciprocal duties. -They also teach incidentally the civic virtues of thoroughness, -honesty, respect, etc., which form the subject matter of Part I -of this book.</p></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a><br /><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>STORIES ABOUT PEOPLE WHO PROVIDE -US WITH FOOD</h2> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - - -<h2>THE BAKER</h2> - - -<h3>I. An Early Call</h3> - -<p>“Good morning, children,” said Mrs. Duwell, -with a bright smile—so bright that it seemed as -if the oatmeal she was stirring smiled too.</p> - -<p>“Good morning, mother,” said Ruth. “My, -but we are early this morning; it is only seven -o’clock.”</p> - -<p>“Good morning, mother,” said Wallace, -sleepily. “May I go back to bed again?”</p> - -<p>“Yes—after supper to-night,” replied his -mother. “But I am glad you are up, for I am -expecting a caller to knock at the door any -moment.”</p> - -<p>“Who is it?” asked Ruth.</p> - -<p>“Oh, he is a very important man,” said her -mother. “The strange part of it is that he never -rings the front door bell, but always comes to -the kitchen door and knocks.”</p> - -<p>“Please tell us who he is!” cried both the -children.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 379px;"> -<img src="images/i-116.jpg" width="379" height="600" alt="woman cooking while two children watch" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">Tell a story -about this -picture</span></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 522px;"> -<img src="images/i-117.jpg" width="522" height="574" alt="baker stading by gian loaf of bread with photographs in it" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">The next time a loaf of bread comes to your house, will you -look into it and see if you can find pictures like the ones in the -loaf on this page?</span><br /> - -<span class="smcap">Here you will find pictures of harvesting, grain elevator, -bakers at work, and baker wagon.</span></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Yes,” went on Mrs. Duwell, “he is going to -bring us the most useful and wonderful article -sold in any store in this city.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, mother, tell us what it is,” begged the -children.</p> - -<p>Just then there came a heavy knock at the -kitchen door.</p> - -<p>“There he comes with it now, I believe,” -whispered Mrs. Duwell. “Wallace, you may -open the door.”</p> - -<p>Wallace ran quickly to the door and opened -it, and there stood—the bread man.</p> - -<p>“Oh, mother,” exclaimed Wallace, “it’s only -the bread man!”</p> - -<p>“Wallace,” said his mother, “speak more -politely. Say ‘good morning,’ and take a loaf -of bread and a dozen rolls.”</p> - -<p>“Now, mother, tell us who it is you expect, -and what he is going to bring,” coaxed Ruth as -soon as the door was closed.</p> - -<p>“Sit down and eat your breakfast, children, -and I will tell you all about it.”</p> - -<p>When the children had been served, she went -on: “The man I spoke about has just gone—he -is the bread man. Isn’t a loaf of bread the -most useful and wonderful article sold in any -store in the city?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Why, mother, you are joking!” exclaimed -Wallace.</p> - -<p>“No, indeed, I am not. Tell me, children, -what must you have in order to live?”</p> - -<p>“Food,” replied Ruth.</p> - -<p>“Correct; and what article of food do we -most need?”</p> - -<p>“Bread,” replied Ruth.</p> - -<p>“I believe that is so,” said Wallace, after -thinking a moment. “I am going to talk with -father about it when he comes home to-night.”</p> - -<p>“That is right; I think he will tell you something -about wheat fields and bake ovens,” said -Mrs. Duwell. “Now run along to school or -you will be late.”</p> - - -<h3>II. The Staff of Life</h3> - -<p>“Father,” said Wallace, as the family sat -about the supper table that evening, “a very -important man called at the door this morning -before we went to school.”</p> - -<p>“He did! Who was he?” asked Mr. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“Guess who,” said Ruth. “He left us the -most wonderful and useful article sold in any -store in this city.”</p> - -<p>“Who was he? What was it?” Mr. Duwell -pretended to be very curious.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Guess! See if you can guess!”</p> - -<p>“Let me see—oh, yes, it must have been the -mayor with a pound of butter.”</p> - -<p>“Guess again,” shouted the children.</p> - -<p>“A policeman, with a bottle of ink.”</p> - -<p>“No, guess again!”</p> - -<p>“I give it up.”</p> - -<p>“The bread man with that loaf of bread,” -cried the children, pointing to the loaf on the -table.</p> - -<p>“Well, well, I believe you are right, children,” -said their father. “I certainly ought to have -guessed, although I never thought of the bread -man as a very important man before.”</p> - -<p>“Mother explained it to us this morning -and said that you would tell us about the wheat -fields and bake ovens,” spoke up Ruth.</p> - -<p>“I certainly will, children,” said their father, -looking pleased. “Let me see; what is this -made of?” he asked, picking up a piece of -bread.</p> - -<p>“Flour.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, what kind?”</p> - -<p>“Wheat flour.”</p> - -<p>“Correct; so this is wheat bread. What -other kinds of bread are there?”</p> - -<p>“Rye bread, bran bread, graham bread.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Yes; and in Europe bread is often made -of oats and barley.”</p> - -<p>“Bread is sometimes called by another name,” -said their mother; “did you ever hear of it? -The staff——”</p> - -<p>“The staff of life,” finished the children.</p> - -<p>“I have an idea,” cried their father suddenly. -“The Spotless Bakery is about three squares up -the street. It is open in the evening. I know -the manager. Let us go up there to see how -they make bread.”</p> - -<p>“Hurrah for dad! Fine, come on!” cried -Wallace.</p> - -<p>“I wish mother could go,” Ruth said.</p> - -<p>Her mother shook her head; “No, dear, I’ll -not go this time, but thank you for thinking -of it.”</p> - -<p>“We won’t be long, mother, and we’ll tell you -about everything when we get home,” said Wallace, -as the three left the house.</p> - - -<h3>III. A Visit to the Bakery</h3> - -<p>Soon they came to a big square building that -seemed to be all windows, blazing with light. -Over the door was a sign which read:</p> - -<div class="center"> -THE SPOTLESS BAKERY</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p> - -<p>The children had often seen the building before -but had never been inside.</p> - -<p>They entered and their father asked to see the -manager. Soon he came bustling in—a round -smiling little man, dressed in a spotless white -suit.</p> - -<p>“Good evening, Mr. Duwell,” he said, shaking -hands.</p> - -<p>“Good evening, Mr. Baker,” replied Mr. -Duwell. “This is Ruth, and this is Wallace. -They want to see how bread is baked, if you are -not too busy for visitors.”</p> - -<p>“I shall be delighted to show you,” said Mr. -Baker, smiling and shaking hands with both -children; “this way, please.”</p> - -<p>Up a narrow winding stair they climbed to -the sifting room on the fourth floor.</p> - -<p>“Every bit of flour starts on its journey -through these sifters,” said the manager, pointing -to a row of box-like sifting machines.</p> - -<p>On the floor stood a huge pile of bags of -flour. “Each one of these bags holds one hundred -and forty pounds,” he explained.</p> - -<p>Passing down the stairway they saw the store-room -piled high with more bags of flour. “There -are more than a thousand of them,” said the -manager.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p> - -<p>Then they came to the mixing room. Everything -was white—the huge mixers were white; -the walls were white; the bakers were dressed in -white with odd round white caps; the dough -trays were white—everything was white and -spotless.</p> - -<p>“The flour from the sifters above comes -through an opening in the floor into the mixers. -Then the yeast and other things are added. -The electric power is started. The great iron -arms of the mixers turn, and twist, and mix -until the whole mass becomes dough,” Mr. -Baker explained.</p> - -<p>Along the wall were the dough trays in which -the dough is set to rise. These trays remind -one of huge white bath tubs on wheels, a little -wider and deeper and about twice as long as -the ones in our houses.</p> - -<p>“How much will each one of those hold?” -asked Wallace, pointing to the trays full of -creamy dough.</p> - -<p>“Enough to make eleven hundred loaves,” -answered the manager.</p> - -<p>“Why, there must be over forty of them,” -said Wallace, looking down the long line. “How -many loaves do you bake in a day?”</p> - -<p>“We have two more bakeries like this, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> -in the three we bake about one hundred thousand -loaves a day—besides rolls and cakes.”</p> - -<p>“Why, I didn’t know there was so much bread -in the world,” said Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Yes, my boy, there are bakeries almost -everywhere. We supply only a small part of the -bread needed in our large city.”</p> - -<p>As they went down the next stairway to the -baking room, the pleasant odor of fresh-baked -bread came up to meet them.</p> - -<p>“Here they are!” cried Ruth. “Look, Wallace, -here are the bake ovens!”</p> - -<p>All that could be seen on one side of the room -was a long row of black oven doors, set in a low -white-tiled wall.</p> - -<p>On the other side of the room were large -oblong tables, around which the white-uniformed -bakers were busily working.</p> - -<p>The dough was piled high on the tables. One -baker cut it into lumps. Another made the -lumps into pound loaves, weighing them on a -scale. Another shaped the loaves and put them -into rows of pans, which were slipped into large -racks and wheeled to the oven door.</p> - -<p>“Look,” said Wallace, “they are going to -put them in!”</p> - -<p>A baker put four loaves on a long-handled<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> -flat shovel; then quickly opened the oven door -and slipped them inside.</p> - -<p>“Look at the loaves!” cried Wallace, peeping -into the open door. “Hundreds of them. -How many will that oven hold?”</p> - -<p>“Six hundred,” said the baker, closing the -door.</p> - -<p>“Look,” cried Ruth, “they are taking them out -of that other oven. There comes our loaf for -breakfast, Wallace.”</p> - -<p>Farther down the room a baker was lifting -out of an oven the nut-brown loaves, bringing -with them the sweet smell of fresh bread.</p> - -<p>“Isn’t it wonderful!” said Mr. Duwell, who -was almost as excited as the children. “Notice -how all the men work together, everyone doing -his part to help the others.”</p> - -<p>“What are the baking hours?” he asked the -manager.</p> - -<p>“From twelve o’clock, noon, till midnight, the -ovens are kept going as you see them now,” said -the manager.</p> - -<p>“We will go down one more flight to the -shipping room,” he added, leading the way.</p> - -<p>There the finished loaves were coming down -from the floor above on great racks to wait -for shipping time. The space in front of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> -shipping platform was crowded with wagons -and automobiles.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 516px;"> -<img src="images/i-126.jpg" width="516" height="445" alt="man and children visting commerical baker and watchign men bake loaves of bread" /> -</div> - -<p>“Why, look!” said Wallace, “there are more -wagons than automobiles. I should think you -would use automobiles entirely.”</p> - -<p>“No,” replied the manager, “the automobiles -are better for long distances; but for short distances, -where the driver has to start and stop, -horses are much better. When the driver -serves bread along a street he calls, ‘Come<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> -Dolly,’ or whatever the horse’s name is, and the -horse follows. The horse is alive; the automobile -isn’t.”</p> - -<p>“When does the delivery start?” asked Mr. -Duwell.</p> - -<p>“Soon after midnight.”</p> - -<p>After thanking the manager for his kindness, -shaking hands all around, and bidding him -good-night, the little party hurried home.</p> - -<p>All that night Wallace dreamed that he was -putting loaves of bread into a big oven and lifting -them out, brown and crisp, on the end of a -long-handled shovel, loading them into a delivery -wagon, and driving all over the city, so -that the people could have fresh bread for -breakfast.</p> - - -<h3>IV. Where the Wheat Comes From</h3> - -<p>At the table the next evening the children -were still talking about their visit to the bakery.</p> - -<p>“Well, children,” said their father, “we -followed the flour through the bakery to the -loaf on our table. What do you say if we take -a little journey to the place where the wheat -comes from.”</p> - -<p>“Fine!” cried Wallace. “When can we -start?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Right now, son, but it will be a stay-at-home -journey,” said Mr. Duwell; and everybody -laughed.</p> - -<p>“Let us see,” Mr. Duwell went on; “where -did the thousand bags of flour we saw in the -bakery come from?”</p> - -<p>“I know,” said Ruth. “I read ‘Minn.’ on -one of the bags.”</p> - -<p>“Good, Ruth,” said her father. “That is -what I call using your eyes. What does ‘Minn.’ -stand for?”</p> - -<p>“Min-ne-so-ta,” answered Wallace quickly.</p> - -<p>“Correct! Minnesota has great wheat fields, -and so have North and South Dakota, -Kansas, and many other states; but the wheat -in our loaf grew in Minnesota.</p> - -<p>“Wallace, step over to the bookcase and bring -me the large book marked ‘W.’”</p> - -<p>Wallace brought it in a moment.</p> - -<p>Mr. Duwell opened the book and found some -colored pictures.</p> - -<p>“Here we are,” said he. “What does it say -under the first picture, Ruth?”</p> - -<p>“‘Reaping and Binding Wheat,’” read Ruth, -bending over the book.</p> - -<p>“Right! There is our loaf growing, and there -is the machine cutting the wheat and tying it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> -into bundles. What does it say under this picture, -Wallace?”</p> - -<p>“‘Threshing by Steam,’” read Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Yes—taking the wheat from the straw and -chaff. What comes next, Ruth?”</p> - -<p>“‘Grain El-e-va-tor,’” read Ruth.</p> - -<p>“What is a grain elevator?” asked Mr. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“Why, the place where the wheat is stored until -needed.”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said Mr. Duwell, “some elevators are -so large that they will hold nearly two million -bushels of wheat.”</p> - -<p>“Plenty large enough to hold our loaf,” added -Mrs. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“Now read again, Wallace.”</p> - -<p>“‘In-te-ri-or of Flour Mill,’” read Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Yes, that is where they grind the wheat into -white flour and remove the bran.”</p> - -<p>“Bran is the outside coat, isn’t it?” asked Ruth.</p> - -<p>“Yes, that’s it! Now read again.”</p> - -<p>“‘Train Being Loaded with Flour,’” read -Ruth.</p> - -<p>“Yes, that must be a picture of the fifteen -car loads of flour used every week by the Spotless -Bakery.”</p> - -<p>“I never would have believed it took so many -people to make a loaf of bread,” exclaimed Mrs.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> -Duwell. “Let me see: the plowman, the sower, -the reaper,—go on, Wallace.”</p> - -<p>“The thresher, the miller, the train-men, the -baker—” added Wallace.</p> - -<p>“And the baker’s horses,” finished Ruth.</p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Have you ever visited a bakery? Tell about it.</p> - -<p>The Duwell family had a splendid time finding out things -about their bread and rolls, didn’t they?</p> - -<p>Why don’t you try it with some of the other things you -eat?</p> - -<p>Can you think of some ways of helping this very useful -man, the baker?</p> - -<p>Suppose company had come unexpectedly to see your -great-grandmother when she did not have bread enough -baked. How would she have gotten bread for her guests?</p> - -<p>What would your mother do if the same thing happened -to her?</p></div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Praise God for wheat, so white and sweet,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of which we make our bread!</span></div> -<div class="verse">Praise God for yellow corn, with which</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His waiting world is fed!</span></div> -<div class="sig">—<i>Edward Everett Hale.</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 386px;"> -<img src="images/i-131a.jpg" width="386" height="384" alt="girl talking to her grandmother who is in bed" /> -</div> - - - -<h2>BAKING THE JOHNNY-CAKE</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Little Sarah stood by her grandmother’s bed,</div> -<div class="verse">“Now what shall I get for your breakfast?” she said.</div> -<div class="verse">“You may get me a johnny-cake. Quickly go make it,</div> -<div class="verse">In one minute mix, and in two minutes bake it.”</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 115px;"> -<img src="images/i-131b.jpg" width="115" height="95" alt="Sarah gathering flour" /> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">So Sarah went to the closet to see</div> -<div class="verse">If yet any meal in the barrel might be.</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span>The barrel had long been as empty as wind,</div> -<div class="verse">And not a speck of corn meal could she find.</div> -<div class="verse">But grandmother’s johnny-cake, still she must make it,</div> -<div class="verse">In one minute mix, and in two minutes bake it.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 115px;"> -<img src="images/i-132a.jpg" width="115" height="92" alt="Sarah at store" /> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">She ran to the store, but the storekeeper said,</div> -<div class="verse">“I have none. You must go to the miller, fair maid,</div> -<div class="verse">For he has a mill, and he’ll put the corn in it,</div> -<div class="verse">And grind you some nice yellow meal in a minute.</div> -<div class="verse">Now run, or the johnny-cake, how will you make it,</div> -<div class="verse">In one minute mix, in two minutes bake it?”</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 115px;"> -<img src="images/i-132b.jpg" width="115" height="92" alt="Sarah talking to miller" /> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Then Sarah she ran every step of the way,</div> -<div class="verse">But the miller said, “No, I have no meal to-day.</div> -<div class="verse">Run, quick, to the cornfield, just over the hill,</div> -<div class="verse">And if any corn’s there, you may fetch it to mill.</div> -<div class="verse">Run, run, or the johnny-cake, how will you make it,</div> -<div class="verse">In one minute mix, in two minutes bake it?”</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 117px;"> -<img src="images/i-132c.jpg" width="117" height="97" alt="Sarah running" /> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">She ran to the cornfield—the corn had not grown,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span>Though the sun in the blue sky pleasantly shone.</div> -<div class="verse">“Pretty sun,” cried the maiden, “please make the corn grow.”</div> -<div class="verse">“Pretty maid,” the sun answered, “I cannot do so.”</div> -<div class="verse">“Then grandmother’s johnny-cake, how shall I make it,</div> -<div class="verse">In one minute mix, in two minutes bake it?”</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 117px;"> -<img src="images/i-133a.jpg" width="117" height="95" alt="Sarah talking to farmer" /> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">But Sarah looked round, and she saw what was wanted;</div> -<div class="verse">The corn could not grow, for no corn had been planted.</div> -<div class="verse">She asked of the farmer to sow her some grain,</div> -<div class="verse">But the farmer laughed till his sides ached again.</div> -<div class="verse">“Ho! ho! for the johnny-cake, how can you make it,</div> -<div class="verse">In one minute mix, in two minutes bake it?”</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 117px;"> -<img src="images/i-133b.jpg" width="117" height="100" alt="Sarah watching farmer and horse plow" /> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The farmer he laughed, and he laughed very loud—</div> -<div class="verse">“And how can I plant till the land has been plowed?</div> -<div class="verse">Run, run, to the plowman, and bring him with speed;</div> -<div class="verse">He’ll plow up the ground and I’ll fill it with seed.”</div> -<div class="verse">Away, then, ran Sarah, still hoping to make it,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span>In one minute mix, in two minutes bake it.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The plowman he plowed, and the grain it was sown,</div> -<div class="verse">And the sun shed his rays till the corn was all grown.</div> -<div class="verse">It was ground at the mill, and again at her bed</div> -<div class="verse">These words to kind Sarah the grandmother said,</div> -<div class="verse">“Please get me a johnny-cake—quickly go make it,</div> -<div class="verse">In one minute mix, in two minutes bake it.”</div> -<div class="sig"><span style="margin-right: .5em;"><i>From “Child Life: A Collection of Poems,”</i></span></div> -<div class="sig"><i>Edited by John Greenleaf Whittier.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 372px;"> -<img src="images/i-134.jpg" width="372" height="374" alt="Sarah taking Johnyy-Cake to grandmother" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE MILKMAN</h2> - - -<h3>I. Before the Sun Rises</h3> - -<p>“What do you think one of our lessons was -about to-day, mother?” asked Ruth, coming in -from school one afternoon.</p> - -<p>“I couldn’t guess,” said her mother. “What -was it about?”</p> - -<p>“The milkman.”</p> - -<p>“The milkman,” repeated Mrs. Duwell in -surprise; “that must have been interesting.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, we just talked. Teacher asked questions; -she asked if we liked bread and milk or -cereal and milk, and said that they made an -excellent breakfast.</p> - -<p>“What do you think, mother,” Ruth went on; -“teacher told us that not many years ago the -milkman came around with big cans of milk -and measured whatever you wanted, a pint or -a quart, into your pitcher or milk pail.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, that is true,” said Mrs. Duwell. “That -is the way they did when I was a little girl. How -did they come to change? Did your teacher -tell you?”</p> - -<p>“People found that it was not san-i-ta-ry, -teacher said. The milk was not always kept -clean; so the milkmen put it into pint and quart -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a><br /><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a><br /><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span>bottles, with paper caps to keep out flies and -germs.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 412px;"> -<img src="images/i-136.jpg" width="412" height="600" alt="family sitting at dining table looking off to the right" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">Tell a story about this picture.</span></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 447px;"> -<img src="images/i-137.jpg" width="447" height="598" alt="Milkman next to a giant milk bottle iwth photographs in it" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">The next time you drink a glass of milk think about what a long -journey it has taken.</span><br /> - -<span class="smcap">The milk in the bottle in this picture came in a big can from the -cow to the railroad station, on the train to the city dairy where -it was bottled and tested. It was then sent out in a large auto -truck to the delivery wagon which took it to the duwell family.</span><br /> - -<span class="smcap">Does the milk which you use take as long a journey as that?</span></div> -</div> - -<p>“Did you find out where the milk comes -from?”</p> - -<p>“Oh yes, from the farms. Teacher showed us -pictures of cows; some with tan and white coats—Jerseys; -and some with black and white coats—Holsteins, -I think she said. I should love to -see real cows.”</p> - -<p>“So you shall, dear, the next time we go into -the country.</p> - -<p>“I remember,” continued Mrs. Duwell, “hearing -your grandfather say that when he was a -boy he had to be out of bed before daylight, -sometimes as early as three o’clock, and go out -into the cold barn to milk the cows.”</p> - -<p>“Three o’clock in the morning!” exclaimed -Wallace, who had just come in.</p> - -<p>“Yes; then he had to hurry into the kitchen -for breakfast, then out again, hitch up old Dobbin, -load the milk cans on the wagon and drive -to the nearest station to catch the milk train. -He had to do all this by six o’clock—before -most people in the city think of getting up.”</p> - -<p>“My, there wasn’t much fun in that,” said -Wallace.</p> - -<p>“No, indeed. You remember the deep snow<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> -in March last winter. I asked our milkman -what time he started on his rounds. What -do you think he said?”</p> - -<p>“Six o’clock,” replied Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Earlier than that, son,” said Mrs. Duwell. -“He laughed and said, ‘I have to load up and -start by three o’clock to serve all my customers -before breakfast.’”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” added Ruth, “teacher told us about -that and asked what would happen if the driver -overslept and did not get over the route before -breakfast.”</p> - -<p>“What did you answer?”</p> - -<p>“Why, that we might have to do without -milk for breakfast.”</p> - -<p>“Or we might have to wait for breakfast until -eleven o’clock,” said Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Oh, Wallace,” cried Ruth, “I didn’t say -that! If we waited for breakfast until eleven -o’clock we would be dreadfully late for school.”</p> - -<p>“And dreadfully hungry, too,” said Wallace. -“I’m glad our milkman gets up on time.”</p> - - -<h3>II. Milk, from Farm to Family</h3> - -<p>“Well, what I want to know is, where the -Clover Leaf Dairy gets our milk from,” said -Wallace.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 509px;"> -<img src="images/i-140.jpg" width="509" height="292" alt="farmer with two milk cans standing in barn doorway" /> -</div> - -<p>“It is this way. The dairy wagon meets the -milk train and takes the cans of milk to the -dairy. There they test the milk to see if it is pure -and fresh.</p> - -<p>“Next they empty the milk into a big white -tank and heat it to kill the disease germs. After -quickly cooling the milk, they put it into bottles, -and it saves the babies’ lives,” said Ruth -almost without stopping to take breath.</p> - -<p>Her mother smiled and asked, “Did your -teacher tell you the name of that work?”</p> - -<p>“Yes; but it was a long word, and I have forgotten -it,” answered Ruth.</p> - -<p>“Pas-teur-i-zing.” Her mother said it for -her.</p> - -<p>“Yes, that’s it—pasteurizing. I could not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> -think. It kills all the bad germs so that the -milk is safe for even the weakest babies.</p> - -<p>“Teacher told us about a good man in New -York,” Ruth went on, “named Mr. Straus, who -was sorry because so many babies died from -drinking impure milk. He made it so that -poor babies in New York could have pasteurized -milk; and then less than half as many died as -before.”</p> - -<p>“Wasn’t that a noble thing to do,” said her -mother.</p> - -<p>“Yes; our teacher says that almost everybody -uses pasteurized milk now, and in this way thousands -of babies’ lives have been saved. She -says that we ought to be grateful.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, indeed,” said Mrs. Duwell; “we ought -to be grateful to the milkman, the farmer, and -everybody that helps to bring us pure milk.”</p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Would you like to get up long before daylight, on cold -winter mornings to deliver milk for people’s breakfast?</p> - -<p>Tell some of the things you like that you could not have -to eat if the milkman did not come.</p> - -<p>Have you ever visited a big dairy?</p> - -<p>Tell about it.</p> - -<p>Imagine you own a herd of cows in the country, and tell -some of the things you would do in order to be sure to send -good, pure, clean milk to the dairy.</p></div> - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 511px;"> -<img src="images/i-142.jpg" width="511" height="406" alt="two men lined up behind woman at store counter" /> -</div> - - - - -<h2>THE GROCER</h2> - - -<h3>I. The Old-time Grocer</h3> - -<p>“Wallace, light another candle, please. I -cannot see very well,” said Mr. Duwell as he sat -smiling at the head of the dining table, with -carving knife lifted ready to carve the roast.</p> - -<p>Wallace turned on another electric light, and -everybody laughed.</p> - -<p>“That’s a good guess, son,” said his mother. -“On my grandfather’s farm they always burned -candles, and grandmother made them herself.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Made them herself!” exclaimed Ruth.</p> - -<p>“Yes,” replied her mother. “I have often -seen the candle moulds. They looked like a -row of tin tubes fastened together. The wicks -were hung in the middle of the tubes, and the -melted tallow was poured in around them. -When the candles were hard and cold, they -were slipped out ready for use.”</p> - -<p>“Your grandmother must have been smart. -What relation was she to me?” asked Ruth.</p> - -<p>“Your great-grandmother, dear. She was -‘smart,’ indeed. She made not only candles, -but soap.”</p> - -<p>“Soap!” said Ruth in surprise.</p> - -<p>“Yes, and butter,” said Mrs. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“Your great-grandfather was ‘smart,’ too,” -said Mr. Duwell. “Why, Wallace, he butchered -a pig or two, and sometimes a cow in the -fall for the winter’s meat.”</p> - -<p>“Weren’t there any grocers or butchers?” -asked Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Yes, indeed; your great-grandmother was -the grocer, and your great-grandfather was the -butcher for the family.”</p> - -<p>“But weren’t there any stores?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, the stores were in the big kitchen pantry, -the cellar, and the ice-house.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I mean grocery stores like Parker’s, and -Wiggin’s,” explained Wallace.</p> - -<p>“No, until the towns and villages sprang up -there were no stores such as we have now,” said -Mr. Duwell. “You see, there were not many -people to buy things in the early days, and they -lived on farms many miles apart, so it did not -pay anyone to keep a store.</p> - -<p>“Why is the grocery so useful to everybody?” -he asked.</p> - -<p>“Because it sells food.”</p> - -<p>“That is it. You see, when enough people -lived in one place to make a village or town, -some one opened a store. Now, how did he -get flour to sell?”</p> - -<p>“From the miller.”</p> - -<p>“Right—and potatoes?”</p> - -<p>“From the farmer.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, the miller brought flour and the farmer -brought potatoes to the grocer for him to sell.”</p> - -<p>“And when grandma made more butter than -she could use she sent it to the grocer,” added -Mrs. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“Where did the grocer get his stock of brooms, -Ruth?” asked her father.</p> - -<p>“From the broom-maker.”</p> - -<p>“That is the idea. All who grew or made<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> -more things than they could use brought them -to the grocer to be sold. So the grocer helped -them and they helped him, and the people went -to the store for their supplies.</p> - -<p>“You must remember, children,” went on Mr. -Duwell, “the old-fashioned country store was very -different from Parker’s grocery around the corner. -Besides groceries, it sold harness, horse blankets, -hardware, shoes, and everything people needed.”</p> - - -<h3>II. The Modern Grocer</h3> - -<p>“Suppose Wallace were a grocer, Ruth, how -would you like his store to be kept?” asked her -mother.</p> - -<p>“Clean—oh, so clean!” replied Ruth.</p> - -<p>“Yes, what else?”</p> - -<p>“Full of shelves with all the packages and -bottles and other things in their places.”</p> - -<p>“How would you treat the people, Wallace?” -asked Mrs. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“I would be very polite, and try to have every -article they wanted fresh and good.”</p> - -<p>“That is right, and I know you would be -honest and truthful.”</p> - -<p>“If you were that kind of grocer, Wallace,” -said Mr. Duwell, “you would be of real service -to the people.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></p> - -<p>“What kind of customers would you like to -have, Wallace?” asked Mrs. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“Oh, people who paid their bills on time and -didn’t find too much fault,” answered Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Well,” said Ruth, “if you were anything -like that, your customers would certainly call -you The Spotless Grocer.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 514px;"> -<img src="images/i-146.jpg" width="514" height="258" alt="woman standing at counter" /> -</div> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Think of all the extra work your mother and father -would have to do if there were no grocery stores. Is there -one near your house? Are you glad?</p> - -<p>What kind of grocery store do you like?</p> - -<p>What kind of grocer do you like to deal with?</p> - -<p>Try playing store, and pretend that your customers will -not pay their bills and that the men from whom you buy -come to insist on your paying them. What will happen?</p> - -<p>If you were a real grocer, would you like that to happen?</p> - -<p>Can you think of some other ways you can help the -grocer besides paying your bills promptly?</p></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>STORIES ABOUT PEOPLE WHO HELP<br /> -CLOTHE US</h2> - - - - -<h2>THE TAILOR</h2> - - -<h3>I. The Accident</h3> - -<p>Wallace was very proud of the new suit of -clothes his father had just bought him. He -wanted to wear it to school the first day after -it came home.</p> - -<p>“If I were you I should keep it for best for a -while, Wallace,” said his mother. “Your old -suit is good enough for school for some time.”</p> - -<p>“But Tom Dolittle is going to wear his new -suit to-day; he told me so.”</p> - -<p>“It doesn’t seem wise to me, Wallace—but -wear it if you think best.”</p> - -<p>“All right, mother,” said Wallace as he -skipped away to put it on.</p> - -<p>A few minutes later his mother stood watching -a very happy boy running down the street.</p> - -<p>“Mother!” called Wallace, walking slowly -upstairs when he came in from school.</p> - -<p>“Here I am, boy, in the sitting room,” -answered his mother.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Just see what has happened to my new suit!”</p> - -<p>“Have you torn your jacket?”</p> - -<p>“No, it’s not torn,” he said, coming into the -room. “It is worse than that. I’m afraid it -is ruined. Look! Look!”</p> - -<p>“Why, child,” exclaimed Mrs. Duwell, “how -did this happen? Let us go into the bathroom -to wipe off a little of the mud. That may -prevent stains.”</p> - -<p>She hardly knew the mud-splashed boy who -stood before her, so very unlike the spick and -span Wallace of the morning.</p> - -<p>“Well, dear, don’t worry too much,” she said. -“We will see what the tailor can do for us.”</p> - -<p>“Do you suppose he can make it clean enough -for me to wear?” asked the boy eagerly.</p> - -<p>“I think that he can make it look very well,” -said his mother. “Put on your other suit and -we will take this one around to the tailor’s shop. -But you haven’t told me what happened.”</p> - -<p>“Why, it was this way: I was chasing some of -the boys, and just as I reached the corner an automobile -came speeding out of West Street. It -skidded into the curb, and splashed the mud -over me from head to foot. The whole thing -happened in less than a minute. You ought -to have heard the boys laugh!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I am thankful you were not hurt,” said -his mother. “I will put on my wraps and we -will go at once.”</p> - - -<h3>II. At the Tailor Shop</h3> - -<p>“Good afternoon,” said Mrs. Duwell to the -tailor as they entered the shop.</p> - -<p>“Good afternoon,” said the tailor. “What -can I do for you to-day?”</p> - -<p>“We want to see if you can make this suit of -clothes look like new,” said Mrs. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“Let me look at it,” said the man, untying -the parcel, and examining the mud-splashed -clothing.</p> - -<p>“Well, that is pretty bad, but I guess we can -do a good job.”</p> - -<p>“How much will you charge?” asked Wallace -anxiously.</p> - -<p>“Seventy-five cents, if you call for it,” said the -tailor, taking out a tag. “What name, please?”</p> - -<p>“Give your name, son,” said Mrs. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“Wallace Duwell,” said the boy. “When -may I come?”</p> - -<p>“Day after to-morrow,” replied the tailor. -“We will do our best to make it look like new.”</p> - -<p>“Thank you,” answered Wallace, smiling for -the first time since the accident.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 473px;"> -<img src="images/i-150.jpg" width="473" height="529" alt="mother and boy at tailor" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">Tell the story of this picture.</span><br /> - -<span class="smcap">If you look at your coat carefully you will find a story about -sheep shearing, spinning, weaving, and tailoring just like the story -shown in the pictures in the coat on the opposite page.</span></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 433px;"> -<img src="images/i-151.jpg" width="433" height="600" alt="suit jacket hung up with photographs on it" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">Do you ever think of the many people we have to thank for our -nice warm clothing?</span></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Good afternoon,” said Mrs. Duwell, as they -left the shop.</p> - -<p>“Good-by,” answered the tailor; “come -again.”</p> - -<p>“Mother,” said Wallace, after they had walked -a few minutes, “it was my fault that this accident -happened, and I want to pay for having -the suit cleaned. I have the money Aunt Mary -gave me for Christmas.”</p> - -<p>“That will please your father, Wallace. We -will tell him the whole story this evening.”</p> - - -<h3>III. What the Tailor Saved the Duwell Family</h3> - -<p>When Wallace finished telling about the accident -his father said, “I wonder how much money -the tailor is saving us by doing this work?”</p> - -<p>“I never thought about that,” admitted Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Let me see. We paid seven dollars and a -half for that suit, didn’t we, mother?” asked -Mr. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“Yes, I think that was the amount,” answered -Mrs. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“Well, if the suit couldn’t be cleaned it would -mean that we should have to buy another in its -place. Mother can clean a suit well, but even -she could not make as sorry a looking suit as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> -yours look like new. Now do a little problem -in arithmetic.”</p> - -<p>Wallace promptly pulled pad and pencil -from his pocket, and wrote:</p> - - -<div class="bbox2"> -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="savings of tailoring"> -<tr><td align="left">Cost of suit</td> -<td align="right">$7.50</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left">Tailor’s charge for cleaning, </td> -<td align="right"><span class="u"> .75</span></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left">Saved</td> -<td align="right">$6.75</td> -</tr> -</table> -</div> -</div> - -<p>“Six dollars and seventy-five cents! I didn’t -think it would be that much!” he exclaimed in -surprise.</p> - -<p>“Be sure to thank the tailor when you go -after your suit,” said Mr. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“I certainly will,” said Wallace.</p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Do you ever visit the tailor’s?</p> - -<p>Tell about his shop.</p> - -<p>Do you think his work is easy? Could you do it?</p> - -<p>If you were a tailor and had worked hard to do good, -prompt work, how would you like to be treated in return?</p> - -<p>If your suit could talk about all the things that happened -to it before it came to you, it would tell a very interesting -story. Pretend you are a suit and tell all about yourself.</p></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE DRESSMAKER</h2> - - -<h3>I. An Invitation to a Party</h3> - -<p>“Mother,” said Ruth, coming in from school -a few days later, “Mildred Maydole has invited -me to her birthday party. She wrote the invitations -herself on the prettiest little note paper. -Here is mine.”</p> - -<p>Mrs. Duwell read:.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="unindent">Dear Ruth,</p> - -<p>It will give my mother and me much pleasure -if you will come to my birthday party from three -to six o’clock, Saturday afternoon, January -twenty-eighth.</p> - -<div class="sig"><span style="margin-right: 3em;">Your friend,</span><br /> -Mildred Maydole.<br /> -</div></div> - -<p>“Oh, mother, please say I may go!” cried Ruth -excitedly, jumping up and down on tiptoe. “Mildred -wants an answer soon, so that her mother -can make her plans.”</p> - -<p>“Why, my dear, I think you may go,” said her -mother, “if I can get your new dress made by the -twenty-eighth. You have grown so fast that -I have not been able to keep up with you in -sewing.”</p> - -<p>“I am so happy with the thought of going,” -exclaimed Ruth, “that I can scarcely wait for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> -the day. You know, mother, Mildred is older -than I, and it is a great honor to be invited to -her party.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, indeed, it is,” agreed her mother. “Naturally -Mildred could not invite all the children in -your grade at school; so if I were you I would not -talk about the party before the other children. -You see, it might hurt the feelings of some who -were not invited.”</p> - -<p>“That’s just what Mildred said, mother; she -asked us to keep it a secret for that reason.”</p> - -<p>“Well, dear, if you do keep it secret, do not -make a mystery of it, whispering among the -fortunate ones and letting the others wonder why -you all say, ‘Hush,’ when they happen to come -near.”</p> - -<p>“Why, mother! how did you know?” asked -Ruth flushing. “Now that I think of it, that is -just what we did do.”</p> - -<p>“Instead of just telling Mildred that you will -come,” said her mother, “I think it would be -better to write a note accepting the invitation.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll do it right away!” exclaimed Ruth, running -to her little desk. “Will you help me with -the words?”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said Mrs. Duwell. “How would it -do to say this:</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span></p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="unindent">Dear Mildred,</p> - -<p>My mother is very much pleased with the kind -invitation to your birthday party, and says that -I may come on Saturday afternoon.</p> - -<div class="sig"> -<span style="margin-right: 2em;">Your friend,</span><br /> -Ruth Duwell.”<br /> -</div></div> - -<p>When Ruth had finished writing, she sealed -the envelope.</p> - -<p>“I shall hand this to Mildred after school is -dismissed at noon,” she said. “Thank you for -helping me, mother.”</p> - - -<h3>II. A Disappointment</h3> - -<p>Mrs. Duwell had been unusually busy for -several days after the conversation about the -party.</p> - -<p>One day she said, “Ruth, dear child, I cannot -seem to find time to make your new dress. I -wonder if Miss Fells could make it before the -twenty-eighth. Why not run over and ask her?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, mother, why not? I think that is a -good idea,” agreed Ruth.</p> - -<p>“I do, too,” said her mother. “Here is the -material that grandma sent you. Run along, -and do not forget to thank Miss Fells if she will -agree to make your dress.”</p> - -<p>“No, indeed, mother, I won’t,” said Ruth.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>III. At the Dressmaker’s</h3> - -<p>“Good afternoon, Miss Fells,” said Ruth, when -she entered the door of the dressmaker’s house.</p> - -<p>“Good afternoon, Ruth,” said Miss Fells, who -knew the little girl. Then, noticing the package, -she added, “Oh, I hope you are not going to ask -me to make you a dress any time soon.”</p> - -<p>Ruth’s heart sank. “I was going to, Miss -Fells,” she admitted.</p> - -<p>“How soon?” asked the dressmaker.</p> - -<p>“By January the twenty-eighth.” Then she -told about the party and her mother’s disappointment.</p> - -<p>“I don’t see how I can do it—” began Miss -Fells. Then seeing the tears in Ruth’s eyes, she -said, “But let me look at the goods, Ruth.”</p> - -<p>The little girl spread the material out on the -table.</p> - -<p>“Isn’t it pretty!” exclaimed Miss Fells. “Perhaps -I can get some extra help. Come for a fitting -to-morrow at four o’clock, and we’ll see what -can be done.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, thank you, thank you, Miss Fells!” -Ruth exclaimed.</p> - -<p>Then she ran all the way home to tell the good -news.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 447px;"> -<img src="images/i-158.jpg" width="447" height="600" alt="Ruth talking to dressmaker" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">What is Ruth asking the dressmaker?</span></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 428px;"> -<img src="images/i-159.jpg" width="428" height="600" alt="outline of shirt pattern with photgraphs inside; butterflies in background" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">The “butterflies” -on this -page are the -moths of two -of our american -silkworms.</span><br /> - -<span class="smcap">In olden days, -spinning was -done at home. -Today we have -great spinning -and weaving -machines, and -much of our -clothing is -made in factories.</span></div> -</div> - -<p>“Now we see, Ruth,” said her mother, “how<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a><br /><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a><br /><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> -glad we should be that different people do different -things for us. A person who studies and -works in one special line must do better than one -who works at it only once in a while—the way I -do dressmaking.”</p> - -<p>“Why, that is true, mother,” exclaimed Ruth, -“I never thought of it before, though.”</p> - -<p>“There are many more things to be learned -about dressmakers,” went on her mother. “Let -us talk about some of them this evening.”</p> - -<p>“Mother, I suppose father will ask a lot of -questions—just as he did about the tailor.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t doubt that,” said Mrs. Duwell, “and -I am glad that you are interested. I have heard -my grandmother say that when she was young, -there were no ready-made paper patterns.”</p> - -<p>“Why, mother, how could people make dresses -then?” asked Ruth.</p> - -<p>“It was done in this way. A seamstress or -some one who liked to make dresses would cut -out and fit a dress for somebody in her family or -neighborhood. If the dress was pretty, the pattern -would be borrowed and used by almost the -entire village.”</p> - -<p>“Didn’t people mind if other dresses were made -just like theirs?” asked Ruth.</p> - -<p>“No,” said her mother, “styles did not change<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span> -quickly in those days. Indeed, the getting of a -new dress was a great event in the life of a girl, -and it was chosen most carefully.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 538px;"> -<img src="images/i-161.jpg" width="538" height="455" alt="in new dress" /> -</div> - -<p>“You see, it served first as a best dress; then, -being turned, it often served as second best. -After that, perhaps it would be handed down to -a younger child to be worn as long as it had -been by its first owner.”</p> - -<p>“My,” cried Ruth. “I am glad I didn’t live -in the days when new dresses were so scarce.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p> - -<p>Mrs. Duwell smiled. “Children to-day have -more of everything than children ever had before. -They have more clothes and playthings, and better -chances for ed-u-ca-tion—but here comes your -father, Ruth. You may run and tell him of -our plan for the evening.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Duwell was very much pleased with -the plan. When the evening came he asked -and answered many questions. He then showed -the children pictures of silkworms in a large -book marked “S.”</p> - -<p>“By the way,” he asked, “do you know that -we have silkworms right here in America? The -American silkworms spin silk as strong and -beautiful as that of the Chinese silkworms. -But the people here do not have the time or -patience to grow silkworms.”</p> - - -<h3>IV. The Party</h3> - -<p>Ruth’s dress was not finished until an hour -before the party began.</p> - -<p>As soon as the last stitch was taken, -Miss Fells herself carried it to the Duwell -home.</p> - -<p>Ruth was “on pins and needles” for fear it -would not be done in time, and she was -delighted to see the dressmaker.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Oh, Miss Fells, I cannot thank you enough -for getting it done!” she cried.</p> - -<p>“Hurry and put your dress on,” said Miss -Fells. “I want to see how it fits.”</p> - -<p>In less time than it takes to tell, Ruth was -dressed.</p> - -<p>“It fits perfectly,” said Miss Fells, who was -almost as happy as Ruth herself.</p> - -<p>“It certainly does,” said Mrs. Duwell. “It is -just right.”</p> - -<p>Mildred was very glad when Ruth arrived at -the party, for she knew of her worry about the -dress.</p> - -<p>“It is beautiful, Ruth,” she said, looking with -sparkling eyes at the pretty smocking on the -waist and skirt. “Miss Fells told me she was -going to surprise you,” she added.</p> - -<p>“She surely did surprise me. Wasn’t she -kind!” replied Ruth.</p> - -<p>The party was a delight. One of the games was -a contest in needle threading. Ruth threaded -her needle in the shortest time and won the prize, -a pretty silver thimble.</p> - -<p>“Perhaps the new dress helped you to win,” -said Mildred.</p> - -<p>“Won’t Miss Fells be pleased when she hears -about it,” said Ruth.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Does your mother ever sew for a long time without -resting?</p> - -<p>How does her back feel when she stops?</p> - -<p>Do you think dressmaking is easy work?</p> - -<p>Can you tell some of the things dressmakers need in their -work?</p> - -<p>If you have ever visited a silk or woolen or cotton mill, -tell about it.</p> - -<p>Where do the mill owners get their materials?</p> - -<p>Where do the stores get ready-made clothing?</p> - -<p>Could you or the shoemaker or the baker make as beautiful -and comfortable clothing as the dressmaker?</p> - -<p>Why can she do it so well?</p> - -<p>How can we make her work easier?</p></div> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<h2>THE SILK DRESS</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“My dress is pretty,” a little girl said.</div> -<div class="verse">“Did you make it?” I asked. She shook her head.</div> -<div class="verse">“No, I didn’t make it,” she laughed in glee.</div> -<div class="verse">“It took lots of people to make it,” said she.</div> -<div class="verse">“I’ll tell you about it, because I know</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">What my mother told me is truly so.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“The silkworms grew it, and after a while</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Men unraveled it into a pile;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Girls spun it and wove it and sent it away,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And my mother bought it for me one day;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And the dressmaker cut it and sewed it for me—</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">These are the reasons I love it,” said she.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE SHOEMAKER</h2> - - -<h3>I. The Worn Shoes</h3> - -<p>“Where now, Wallace?” asked Mr. Duwell as -he met his son one bright afternoon.</p> - -<p>The boy was carrying a bundle under his arm.</p> - -<p>“Mother sent me over to the shoemaker’s,” -replied the boy.</p> - -<p>“I am glad I ran across you,” said Mr. -Duwell; “I have an errand over in that direction; -I’ll walk along with you.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, all right, father. Mother said she wished -she could ask you about my shoes. We could -not make up our minds whether they were worth -half-soling or not.”</p> - -<p>“Why not talk the matter over with the shoemaker?” -said Mr. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“I suppose I shouldn’t have let them get so -worn before taking them to Mr. Shoemaker’s,” -remarked Wallace.</p> - -<p>“As mother says, ‘A stitch in time saves nine,’” -remarked Mr. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“By the way, father,” continued Wallace, -“isn’t Mr. Shoemaker’s name a good one for a -cobbler?”</p> - -<p>Mr. Duwell smiled. “Very good, indeed; but -really it isn’t so strange as it seems. Many years<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> -ago, when people did not have two names, they -became known by the names of the trades they -followed. For instance, John the baker became -John Baker, and later Mr. Baker; so also the -tailor became Mr. Taylor; the mason, Mr. Mason; -the carpenter, Mr. Carpenter.”</p> - -<p>“And the blacksmith, Mr. Smith; and the -cook, Mr. Cook,” added Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said his father, “and we could think of -many more such names; but here we are at Mr. -Shoemaker’s. Suppose you attend to this little -matter of business by yourself, while I do my -errand.”</p> - -<p>This made Wallace look pleased and important -as he stepped into the shop.</p> - -<p>“Good afternoon, Mr. Shoemaker,” he said.</p> - -<p>“Good afternoon,” replied the shoemaker; -“what can I do for you to-day?”</p> - -<p>Wallace handed him the parcel, which he -opened.</p> - -<p>“Do you think it would pay to put half-soles -and new heels on these shoes?” asked the boy.</p> - -<p>“Pretty good uppers,” replied the shoemaker, -examining them carefully. “I think it would -almost double the length of life of these shoes to -mend them, but I would not wear the next pair -quite so long before having them mended.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I think you are right,” said Wallace. “How -much will you charge?”</p> - -<p>“A dollar and a quarter for soles and heels,” -replied the man.</p> - -<p>“Isn’t that a good deal?” asked Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Not too much if we use the best quality of -leather, and it doesn’t pay to use any other.”</p> - -<p>“All right, Mr. Shoemaker,” agreed Wallace. -“When shall I call for them?”</p> - -<p>“On Saturday,” he replied, writing Wallace’s -name on a tag.</p> - -<p>“Very well, good afternoon.”</p> - -<p>“Good-by,” said the shoemaker.</p> - -<p>Outside the door Wallace was joined by his -father.</p> - -<p>“I do not know whether I did right to leave my -shoes, father,” said Wallace. “Mr. Shoemaker -said the charge would be a dollar and a quarter. -Doesn’t that seem a big price?”</p> - -<p>“It does,” replied Mr. Duwell, “but I think you -did right. A new pair of such shoes would cost -three dollars and seventy-five cents.”</p> - -<p>“And three dollars and seventy-five cents, less -one dollar and a quarter, equals two dollars and -a half saved,” finished Wallace.</p> - -<p>“That is true, my boy,” said Mr. Duwell, “if -they last as long as a new pair.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 504px;"> -<img src="images/i-168.jpg" width="504" height="653" alt="boy showing shoe to shoemaker" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">Tell the story of this picture.</span></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 436px;"> -<img src="images/i-169.jpg" width="436" height="600" alt="shoe sole outline with photos inside" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">Can you tell something -about tanning -and finishing leather? -Have you ever -visited a shoe factory?</span><br /> - -<span class="smcap">It seems strange to think that the leather in our shoes was -once worn by animals, doesn’t it?</span></div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I suppose we ought to be very much obliged -to the shoemaker, even though we do pay him -for his work,” mused the boy aloud.</p> - -<p>“So we should,” said his father. “Everyone -who does good work helps the world along, -whether he is paid for it or not.”</p> - -<p>“But I shouldn’t want to be a shoemaker,” -went on Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Why not, Wallace?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I hardly know, father.”</p> - -<p>“Shoemaking is very interesting, and it requires -skill, my boy. Of course, the making -of new shoes does not require the skill it did -years ago because so much of the work is done -by machines.”</p> - -<p>“Did you ever hear of a shoemaker who became -a great man?” asked Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Oh, that is the question, is it?” said Mr. -Duwell with a smile. “I have heard of several, -and this evening I shall be glad to talk about -them.”</p> - - -<h3>II. Shoemakers Who Became Famous</h3> - -<p>That evening, when the family was seated -around the library table, Mr. Duwell brought -out a book and took up Wallace’s question.</p> - -<p>“Here is a book,” he said, “that tells many<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> -facts about shoemakers who became noted men. -Let me read about some of them.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>“‘One of our most famous American poets, -John Greenleaf Whittier, in early life, was a shoemaker. -Whittier never forgot the lessons he -learned while working at the shoemaker’s bench. -His book of poems, called Songs of Labor, -printed in 1850, contains a stirring poem about -shoemakers.’</p></div> - -<p>“Here are two other famous men,” said Mr. -Duwell, turning the page he was reading.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>“‘Among noted Americans who were shoemakers -was Roger Sherman, of Con-nec-ti-cut. -He was a member of the Congress of 1774. -Sherman was one of the brave men who signed -the Dec-lar-a-tion of In-de-pen-dence.</p> - -<p>“‘At least one vice-president of the United -States was a shoemaker—Henry Wilson, who -was made vice-president when General Grant -became president in 1872. He was often called -“the Na-tick Cobbler,” because he was once a -shoemaker in the town of Natick.’</p></div> - -<p>“So you see, Wallace,” Mr. Duwell went on -after a little pause, “the kind of work you do<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span> -doesn’t matter so much. It is how well you do -it that makes the difference.”</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>“I think I do see, father,” said Wallace. -“Maybe, after all, I’ll be a shoemaker. Then, -perhaps, I’ll become a poet or vice-president of -the United States.”</p> - -<p>Everybody laughed.</p> - -<p>“Wouldn’t you rather be a tailor?” asked Ruth.</p> - -<p>“I don’t believe I should stand as good a chance -then,” replied Wallace.</p> - -<p>“I am not so sure,” said Mr. Duwell laughing. -“Andrew Johnson was a tailor, and he -became President of the United States; but all -mother and I hope for, son, is that you will -become a useful, well-educated man.”</p> - - -<h3>III. At the Shoemaker’s Shop</h3> - -<p>When he called for his shoes on Saturday, Wallace -looked at the shoemaker with new respect.</p> - -<p>“Good morning, Mr. Shoemaker,” said Wallace. -“Are my shoes ready?”</p> - -<p>“Good morning,” replied the shoemaker. -“Yes, here they are.”</p> - -<p>“They look fine!” exclaimed the boy. “Thank -you for doing such a good job. Here is the -money—a dollar and a quarter—is that right?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Yes, thank you,” replied the shoemaker. “It -isn’t every day that a customer thanks me for -doing a good job. Most people don’t give a -thought to anything but finding fault if the -work isn’t right—especially boys.”</p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Is there a shoemaker’s shop near your home?</p> - -<p>Did the shoemaker ever save you or your family any -money?</p> - -<p>Can you tell about him and his shop?</p> - -<p>What kind of customers do you think he likes?</p> - -<p>See if you can make a list of the people whom you have to -thank for a new pair of shoes.</p></div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Rap-tap! rap-tap-tap!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rings the shoemaker’s hammer;</span></div> -<div class="verse">He’s making old shoes look quite new</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With swift and merry clamor.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Rap-tap! rap-tap-tap!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">List to the shoemaker’s song;</span></div> -<div class="verse">By mending shoes he does his part</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To help the world along.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>STORIES ABOUT PEOPLE WHO SUPPLY<br /> -US WITH SHELTER</h2> - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 506px;"> -<img src="images/i-174.jpg" width="506" height="318" alt="carpenter on roof as carriage drives by" /> -</div> - -<h2>THE CARPENTER</h2> - - -<h3>I. A Trip into the Country</h3> - -<p>“It’s just possible that I may be home very -early, perhaps in time for twelve o’clock lunch,” -remarked Mr. Duwell, one Saturday morning -as he was starting for business.</p> - -<p>“Oh, wouldn’t that be fine!” exclaimed the -children. “We’ll be looking for you.”</p> - -<p>Even before the noon whistles had ceased blowing, -three eager faces were peering out of the windows, -for Mrs. Duwell was as interested as Ruth -and Wallace.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Oh, I do hope father will come soon!” exclaimed -Ruth.</p> - -<p>“I am sure to see him first,” said Wallace -with a superior air. “I can see farther than -you!”</p> - -<p>“You can’t see father any better than I can,” -replied Ruth, “for I see him this minute.”</p> - -<p>“You do? Where?” asked Wallace.</p> - -<p>“I certainly do—may I run to meet him, -mother?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I see him!” cried Wallace. “I am going, -too!”</p> - -<p>“Yes, run!” said Mrs. Duwell. “You both -have better eyes than I have.” Almost before -she had finished speaking, the children were racing -toward a carriage. As the driver drew rein, -they climbed in.</p> - -<p>“Well, here we are!” Mr. Duwell sang out, as -they drove up in front of the door. “What does -the Duwell family say to a ride this pleasant -afternoon?”</p> - -<p>“What a grand surprise!” called Mrs. Duwell, -who was now standing on the top step.</p> - -<p>“I am going to get an apple for the horse,” -cried Wallace, and away he ran. In a moment -he returned.</p> - -<p>“How does that taste, old fellow?” he asked,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> -rubbing the horse’s soft nose as he munched the -apple.</p> - -<p>“He isn’t really hungry,” said Mr. Duwell. -“He had his dinner just before we left the livery -stable, and the stable man gave me a bag of grain -for his supper; but I guess he doesn’t often get -apples.”</p> - -<p>It didn’t take long to eat lunch that day, the -family were so excited.</p> - -<p>“Where are we going, father?” asked Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Just into the country,” said Mr. Duwell. -“It has been so long since we have seen the -green fields that I thought a trip would do us -all good.”</p> - -<p>Soon they left the city streets behind, and came -to a beautiful country road, along which they -drove for several miles.</p> - -<p>“Oh, see that funny-looking house!” exclaimed -Ruth suddenly. “It looks like a cage!”</p> - -<p>“That isn’t a house, yet,” said Mr. Duwell; -“it is only the frame-work.”</p> - -<p>“Oh,” exclaimed Wallace, “is that the way -wooden houses are built?”</p> - -<p>“It is, little city people,” replied Mr. Duwell. -“No wonder you are not familiar with such a -sight. City houses are not built of wood, because -of the danger of fire.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I should like to see that house closer,” said -Wallace.</p> - -<p>“We’ll drive over there,” his father agreed, -turning the horse’s head.</p> - -<p>As they drew near, Wallace exclaimed, “Why, -there’s Mr. Emerson on the porch; he is my -teacher. I wonder what he is doing here.”</p> - -<p>At that moment Mr. Emerson saw the boy. -“Good afternoon, Wallace,” he said, lifting his -hat and bowing to the party as he came toward -the carriage.</p> - -<p>“Good afternoon, Mr. Emerson,” said Wallace, -lifting his cap; “I should like to have you -meet my mother and father.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Emerson bowed, and shook hands with -Mr. and Mrs. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“And this is Wallace’s sister, Ruth,” said Mr. -Duwell.</p> - -<p>“I am glad to know you, Ruth,” Mr. Emerson -said. “Are you thinking of moving into the -country?” he asked after a minute. “If so; I -hope you will be my neighbors.”</p> - -<p>“Do you live here, Mr. Emerson?” asked Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Not yet,” replied Mr. Emerson, smiling; -“but we hope to when the new house is -finished.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span></p> - -<p>“What a comfortable home it will be,” said -Mr. Duwell.</p> - -<p>Mr. Emerson looked pleased. “Won’t you -come in and see the plan?” he asked.</p> - -<p>“Thank you, we shall be delighted to,” said -Mr. Duwell.</p> - - -<h3>II. The Sawmill</h3> - -<p>After they had gone all over the house, they -bade Mr. Emerson good-by and drove away.</p> - -<p>“Won’t it be fine! How I should love to live -there!” The children were still talking about the -new house.</p> - -<p>“Where do you suppose Mr. Emerson got the -wood?” questioned Ruth.</p> - -<p>“I know,” answered Wallace; “at the lumber -yard.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 510px;"> -<img src="images/i-178.jpg" width="510" height="235" alt="men walking on logs in river" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Did he, father? Couldn’t he have just -chopped down some of those trees over there?” -asked Ruth, pointing to a wooded hill to the -right.</p> - -<p>“I hardly think so,” replied Mr. Duwell. “Before -trees can be used in building they have to -be—”</p> - -<p>“Sawed into boards and planks,” finished Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Good!” said his father. “And where is that -done?”</p> - -<p>“At the sawmill,” said the boy.</p> - -<p>“That reminds me—” said Mrs. Duwell; “there -is a sawmill over at the bottom of that hill. Mr. -Emerson told me about it. Some of his lumber -came from there.”</p> - -<p>“Then this road must lead to it,” said Mr. Duwell, -pulling up at a cross-road that ran through -the woods towards the hill.</p> - -<p>“What does that sign-post say, Wallace?”</p> - -<p>Wallace jumped out and examined the dingy -sign, which was hardly readable.</p> - -<p>“Sawmill Road; this is the right way!” he cried.</p> - -<p>They had not driven far along the shady road -when a peculiar, whistling sound met their ears.</p> - -<p>“There’s the saw, now, I believe!” exclaimed -Mrs. Duwell.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span></p> - -<p>“So it is,” said Mr. Duwell. “Trot along, -boy!” he urged the horse.</p> - -<p>At a turn in the road they came upon -the old sawmill, nestling at the foot of the -hill. The smooth mill pond shone brightly -in the sun. As the water fell over the dam, -it tumbled into a noisy little brook which ran -under a bridge and away down the valley. -The refreshing odor of pine and cedar filled -the air.</p> - -<p>Several men were busy sawing the trunk of a -pine tree into long, clean planks. The children -watched the circular saw with wonder as its sharp -teeth ate into the sweet-smelling wood. Its shrill -music delighted them.</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir,” the foreman replied to a question -of Mr. Duwell’s, “most sawmills are run by steam -power. Very few old-fashioned water wheels are -left in this part of the country. Let me show you -our wheel.”</p> - -<p>“This is the sluice-way,” he explained, pointing -to a long narrow canal full of flowing water. -“The sluice-way leads the water from the pond -to the top of the wheel.”</p> - -<p>Going down a flight of steps on the outside -of the building, they stood right beside the old -moss-covered wheel. It was a huge wooden framework<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> -with shelves or buckets all around the wide -rim to catch the water.</p> - -<p>The water poured out of the sluice-way over -the wheel, turning it slowly and steadily. As -the wheel turned, the water kept falling with -noisy splashes into the stream below.</p> - -<p>“What makes it go round?” asked Wallace -eagerly.</p> - -<p>“The force and weight of the water pouring -over it,” replied the foreman. “That is what -we call water power.”</p> - -<p>“Think of it, children!” said Mr. Duwell. -“That old wheel helped to build Mr. Emerson’s -house.”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said the foreman, “it has helped to build -many houses besides Mr. Emerson’s. That old -water wheel has been sawing wood just as you -see it now for over a hundred years.”</p> - - -<h3>III. The Carpenter</h3> - -<p>On the way home the little party talked about -their adventures.</p> - -<p>“Mr. Emerson must have had help to build -a house like that,” remarked Ruth after a -pause.</p> - -<p>“Oh, he didn’t build it, goosey,” said Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Who did, then, Mr. Know-it-all?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Why, the carpenter, of course,” Wallace replied.</p> - -<p>“Oh, I see,” exclaimed Ruth. “The carpenter -builds the house for Mr. Emerson, and Mr. Emerson -has time to teach you boys.”</p> - -<p>“That is exactly right, little girl,” said her -father.</p> - -<p>“Besides, no one person can do many things -well. Perhaps Mr. Emerson is a better teacher -for not trying to do too many things,” Mrs. -Duwell added.</p> - -<p>“I think a carpenter is wonderful, don’t you?” -said Wallace.</p> - -<p>“The greatest man that ever lived was a carpenter,” -said his mother.</p> - -<p>“Whoa, boy!” exclaimed Mr. Duwell, drawing -up the reins sharply. “Don’t get frightened at -a piece of paper, when you’ve done so well. Whoa, -there, boy!”</p> - -<p>The horse seemed to understand the quiet -gentle voice, and settled down to an even trot.</p> - -<p>“He will go well enough now,” said Mrs. Duwell. -“He knows we are headed for home.”</p> - -<p>“So we are! I wish we were headed the other -way,” said Wallace. “What makes a good time -so short?” he asked, so seriously that everybody -laughed.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>IV. The Wolf’s Den</h3> - -<p>“Mother, I may be late in getting home from -school this afternoon,” said Wallace on Monday -at noon. “Mr. Emerson said he was going to -take us for a walk after school to-day. He told -us to ask if it would be all right. Will it, -mother?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, Wallace, but try to be home before -dark.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll tell you all about our trip at supper -time,” said Wallace. “Good-by.”</p> - -<p>Wallace bounded in just as supper was being -put on the table.</p> - -<p>“Good evening, everybody. Oh, it was fine!” -he exclaimed. “Mr. Emerson took us for a long -walk in the park—to a part I have never seen -before.”</p> - -<p>“That was splendid,” said his mother.</p> - -<p>“Now, tell us all about your trip,” said his -father, when Wallace had partly satisfied his -hunger.</p> - -<p>Wallace began: “We walked until we reached -the wild part of the park. Soon we came to a -steep hill and a great pile of high rocks covered -with trees and bushes.</p> - -<p>“‘How many of you boys have ever been in a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> -real cave?’ Mr. Emerson asked. Only three of -us had, and we were very much excited.</p> - -<p>“‘Well,’ he said, ‘right above that big granite -rock there is a natural cave. It was found only -a few days ago. The opening was covered with -bushes, so nobody knew it was there. It must -have been the den of some wild animal years ago. -The opening is so small that only one boy can go -in at a time.’</p> - -<p>“He divided us into four sections and made me -the leader of section one.</p> - -<p>“One at a time we climbed up until all five -boys of my section were on top of the rock. There -was the cave, a dark opening in the rocks about -as big around as a barrel. Being the leader, I -had to go in first.”</p> - -<p>“Weren’t you scared?” asked Ruth.</p> - -<p>“Well—it was exciting,” admitted her brother. -“I got down on my hands and knees and looked -in, but could see nothing. Then I crawled in. -It was as dark as a pocket. I tried to stand up -and bumped my head, the ceiling was so low.</p> - -<p>“In a minute or two I could see better. The -walls of the cave were nothing but rocks. The -floor was covered with sand and dry leaves. There -was just room enough to turn around in, so I -turned around and crawled out.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Well, I call that pretty brave, Wallace, to go -in first,” his mother said.</p> - -<p>“There wasn’t anything to be afraid of, -mother,” said Wallace. After a moment he continued, -“Well, after the boys in my group had -all been in, we climbed down, and the other sections -went up and did the same thing. Every -boy went in, although some of the little fellows -looked pretty white when they came out. Then -we sat on the rocks, and Mr. Emerson talked -about the homes of wild animals and the early -savages.</p> - -<p>“‘What animal do you suppose lived in this -cave?’ Mr. Emerson asked us. Some guessed -wolves and some, bears. We finally decided to -name it The Wolf’s Den.</p> - - -<h3>V. The Cave Dwellers</h3> - -<p>“Mr. Emerson said that wild animals live in -just the same way to-day as they always did. -They live in caves and holes in the ground or -in hollow trees, where they can hide and keep -warm.</p> - -<p>“One boy spoke up, ‘How about dogs, Mr. -Emerson?’</p> - -<p>“‘Well,’ Mr. Emerson said, ‘dogs are tame animals -now, although they used to be wild. But<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span> -even the dog’s house is a wooden cave which his -master builds for him.’</p> - -<p>“He told us that a long time ago people lived -in caves which they dug in the earth like animals. -They were cave dwellers or cave men. The reason -we have better homes now is that we have -greater minds than animals and have learned to -use our hands and brains to build houses.</p> - -<p>“He said that the cave men must have thought -it wonderful when they found they could make -stone hatchets sharp enough to cut down small -trees. With them they learned to make huts out of -wood, which were larger and more comfortable -than caves and just as safe from storms.</p> - -<p>“As time went on, men paid more attention -to building. They learned to make houses of -stone and clay and brick. They kept on studying -and improving until they were able to build -great cities such as we have to-day.”</p> - -<p>“Listen!” exclaimed Ruth, clapping her hands -as Wallace finished his story. “Wouldn’t Wallace -make a good teacher! That sounded exactly -like the way Mr. Emerson talks.”</p> - -<p>“Nothing like so interesting, though,” said -Wallace. “He promised to show us his new -house when it is finished.”</p> - -<p>“Wouldn’t I like to go with you!” said Ruth.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Are there any houses being built near you?</p> - -<p>Have you ever watched the carpenter at work?</p> - -<p>Tell about some of his tools.</p> - -<p>In the early days in this country men had to build their -own houses. Were these log cabins as comfortable and well -built as our houses are to-day?</p> - -<p>How is it that the carpenter can do so much better work -than you could?</p> - -<p>Where does the carpenter get his lumber?</p> - -<p>Have you ever visited a sawmill?</p> - -<p>Wouldn’t you like to ask at the library for some books -that tell about cave men and cliff dwellers? about -lumbering?</p></div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 456px;"> -<img src="images/i-187.jpg" width="456" height="395" alt="cliff dwellings" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE BRICKLAYER</h2> - - -<h3>I. The Fallen Chimney</h3> - -<p>All day long the rain came pouring down. By -night the wind rose with a shriek and a roar, -banging unfastened shutters and rattling windows -in their casings.</p> - -<p>“Oh, dear, what an awful night!” exclaimed -Ruth. “How glad I am that Fluffy is safe indoors!” -and she stroked the little cat lying on a -cushion on the sewing machine.</p> - -<p>“And how glad I am that Harry Teelow found -that lost puppy to-day,” said Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Pretty bad, isn’t it?” Mr. Duwell said, looking -up from his paper. “I don’t suppose the -bricklayer came to mend the chimney to-day. -He couldn’t have worked in such a storm.”</p> - -<p>“No, he did not come,” replied Mrs. Duwell -with a troubled look. “Do you suppose there -is any danger of its tumbling down?”</p> - -<p>“Well, I can’t say,” replied Mr. Duwell, shaking -his head doubtfully. “I wish I had stopped -to see Mr. Bricklayer a week ago when I first -discovered how loose the bricks were, instead of -waiting until—”</p> - -<p>But he did not finish the sentence, for bang! -even above the terrific noise of the storm<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> -came the sound of falling bricks and broken -glass.</p> - -<p>The family rushed into the little kitchen, which -was built on the end of the house.</p> - -<p>What a sight met their eyes!</p> - -<p>Water was pouring through a hole in the ceiling -where the roof had given way. Rain splashed -in great gusty dashes through the window where -the bricks had broken through.</p> - -<p>Already there was a little lake on the floor.</p> - -<p>Ruth was the first to speak. “If it keeps on,” -she said, half laughing and half crying, “it will -be quite deep enough for Alice and the mouse and -the Dodo to swim in!” She was thinking of -Alice in Wonderland, you know.</p> - -<p>That made everybody laugh, and all began to -work. They placed tubs and pails where they -would catch the water, and stuffed old cloths -into the broken window panes.</p> - -<p>It was fully an hour before the family were -settled down again in the living room.</p> - -<p>“Well, children, you can now understand -the saying, ‘Never put off till to-morrow -what should be done to-day,’” remarked Mr. -Duwell.</p> - -<p>“It is a lesson none of us will soon forget,” -added Mrs. Duwell.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 407px;"> -<img src="images/i-190.jpg" width="407" height="600" alt="whole in roof; messon floor; family in shock" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 427px;"> -<img src="images/i-191.jpg" width="427" height="600" alt="brick layer next to box of photographs" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">This picture shows a clay pit, a kiln, brickmakers, brick roadway, -culvert, chimney, bridge, men laying bricks.</span></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Could you and I have mended the broken -chimney, father?” asked Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Not very well, my boy,” replied Mr. Duwell. -“‘Every man to his trade,’ you know. By the -way, I hope Mr. Bricklayer will be here before you -children start to school in the morning. Run to -bed now so that you can be up early to see him -begin his work.”</p> - - -<h3>II. The Bricklayer</h3> - -<p>The next day dawned bright and sunny, with -only a merry little breeze to remind one of yesterday’s -storm.</p> - -<p>The bricklayer did not come before the children -started to school in the morning, but just after -lunch. They had only time to watch him and -his helper climb to the roof.</p> - -<p>“I am going to get home from school early,” -said Wallace; “maybe they will not be through -by that time.”</p> - -<p>“I am, too,” Ruth chimed in. “I wonder what -bricks are,” she added.</p> - -<p>“Bricks? Why, don’t you know?” asked Wallace. -“Our manual training teacher told us that -bricks are a sort of imitation stone made of -moistened clay and sand mixed together, and -shaped as we see them. They are baked in an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> -oven-like place, called a kiln, or dried in the -sun.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I didn’t know that. I wonder who first -thought of making them. They are something -like sun-baked mud-pies,” said Ruth.</p> - -<p>“Our teacher said that bricks three thousand -years old have been found in Egypt, some with -writing on them.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I remember that the Bible tells about -bricks. Why, Wallace, men must have been -bricklayers for thousands of years!”</p> - -<p>“It is lucky for us they haven’t forgotten how -to make them, for what could we do without -a chimney?” said Wallace. “Hello, there is -Harry! I want to see him about the ball game;” -and away he ran.</p> - - -<h3>III. After School</h3> - -<p>Wallace brought Harry, and Ruth brought -Mildred Maydole home after school to watch -the bricklayer work.</p> - -<p>“Why, how straight and true the bricks must -be!” exclaimed Harry. “A bricklayer has to be -very careful, doesn’t he?”</p> - -<p>“Indeed he does,” replied Wallace. “Do you -know what the mortar is made of?”</p> - -<p>“Yes; I think I do. It is lime and sand and—something<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> -else,” Harry said. That made them -all laugh.</p> - -<p>“I think the most wonderful brick work I ever -saw,” said Mildred, “was in the arch of a big -sewer. I couldn’t tell why the bricks didn’t -all fall down. My father said the mortar held -them.”</p> - -<p>“Why, if it weren’t for bricklayers, and cement -workers, and stone masons, we should be without -lots of things!” exclaimed Harry. “Just imagine -it, if you can.”</p> - -<p>“That’s so,” said Wallace. “Let’s count what -we know of that they build for us—sewers, bridge -piers,—go on, Mildred.”</p> - -<p>“Pavements,” added Mildred.</p> - -<p>“Houses and chimneys,” said Ruth.</p> - -<p>“Foundations for houses,” said Harry.</p> - -<p>“Here comes father!” cried Ruth suddenly; -and all the children ran to meet him.</p> - -<p>“We’ve been talking about how it would -be if there were no bricklayers, or stone -masons, or cement workers, father,” said Wallace.</p> - -<p>“I’m glad to hear that,” said Mr. Duwell. “I -was thinking very much the same thing as I -walked home so soon after such a heavy rain -without getting my feet wet.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I remember what Benjamin Franklin wrote,” -he went on, “about the streets of Philadelphia -in his day. He said the mud after a storm was -so deep that it came above the people’s shoe-tops. -It was Benjamin Franklin himself who -first talked of paving the streets.”</p> - -<p>“I’m glad they aren’t as bad as they were in -Benjamin Franklin’s time,” said Mildred.</p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Have you ever watched a bricklayer working?</p> - -<p>What was he doing?</p> - -<p>Could you have done it?</p> - -<p>Where do you suppose he got his bricks?</p> - -<p>Have you ever seen bricks being made?</p> - -<p>Are bricklayers, cement workers, and stone masons more -needed in the city or in the country? Why?</p></div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Do you know how our city grew,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its lofty buildings raising?</span></div> -<div class="verse">Its pavements, parks, and bridges, too—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose labors are they praising?</span></div> -<div class="verse">Just the workmen who every day</div> -<div class="verse">Did their work in the very best way.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 508px;"> -<img src="images/i-196.jpg" width="508" height="279" alt="family looking at repaired ceiling" /> -</div> - - -<h2>THE PLUMBER, THE PLASTERER,<br /> -THE PAINTER</h2> - - -<h3>I. A Visit to a Little Town</h3> - -<p>“I have an errand to do just outside the city -limits,” said Mr. Duwell one pleasant Saturday -morning. “Would you like to go with me, Wallace?”</p> - -<p>“I certainly should,” said the boy.</p> - -<p>In a few minutes father and son were on the -electric car, speeding toward Oldtown.</p> - -<p>When there, they walked up the main street, -which was lined with rows of shabby houses, -badly in need of paint. Little pools of standing -water lay in the gutters.</p> - -<p>“What an awful smell! I should think it would<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> -make people sick! And look at the flies!” exclaimed -Wallace.</p> - -<p>“I have no doubt it does make people sick,” -said Mr. Du well. “Flies and mosquitoes breed -very rapidly in such places.”</p> - -<p>“Flies and mosquitoes carry disease germs, -Mr. Emerson says,” observed Wallace.</p> - -<p>“So they do; they are more dangerous -to health than poi-son-ous snakes,” his father -said.</p> - -<p>“Why don’t the people clean their gutters?” -asked Wallace.</p> - -<p>“I suppose they do sometimes,” replied his -father; “but Oldtown will never be clean and -healthy while the dirty water from the houses is -drained into the streets and alleys. Waste water -must be carried off by means of pipes into a sewer. -That is the work of the plumber. A good -plumber is a health officer.”</p> - -<p>“What a lot of people it takes to keep things -going right, father! This town certainly does -need a plumber,” remarked Wallace.</p> - -<p>This remark seemed to please Mr. Duwell very -much.</p> - -<p>“How would you like to move to Oldtown, -Wallace?” asked his father when their errand was -finished and they were riding home.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I shouldn’t mind,” said Wallace, “if I were a -plumber.”</p> - - -<h3>II. At Home</h3> - -<p>When Ruth saw them coming, she ran to meet -them.</p> - -<p>“What do you think, father!” she exclaimed; -“the plasterer came while you were gone, and -mended the kitchen ceiling. Mother is so pleased! -Come and look at it!”</p> - -<p>“That’s very well done,” said Mr. Duwell, -examining the neat patch over the large hole -which the falling chimney had made. “But -it makes the whole room look as if it needed -a new coat of paint. What do you think, -mother?”</p> - -<p>“I think it would make me a better cook to -have a nice clean kitchen,” said Mrs. Duwell, -smiling.</p> - -<p>“You couldn’t be a better cook, mother!” -Wallace said, eyeing the good meal which was -ready to be put on the dining table.</p> - -<p>“That is what we all think, Wallace,” said his -father; “and we think, too, that such a good cook -deserves a better kitchen. So on Monday I will -ask the painter to see about doing the walls and -woodwork.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>III. The New Kitchen</h3> - -<p>When the men had finished their work the -kitchen was so changed that it scarcely knew -itself, as Wallace said.</p> - -<p>Instead of dim walls and dull-gray paint, -everything was white and blue. A shining white -sink with two bright nickel spigots was standing -proudly in one corner of the room.</p> - -<p>Mrs. Duwell had just finished hanging a white -dotted muslin curtain at the window over the -sink when Ruth entered.</p> - -<p>“Oh, mother, doesn’t that look lovely!” she -exclaimed.</p> - -<p>“I thought such a bright clean kitchen deserved -a clean new curtain,” said her mother.</p> - -<p>“Isn’t the kitchen beautiful!” Ruth went on. -“It seems like living in a fairy tale—as though -we had wakened up to find things changed by -magic.”</p> - -<p>“It does, in a way,” agreed her mother; “but, -really, they were every-day fairies who brought -about these changes and turned ugliness into -beauty.”</p> - -<p>“I think I know their names,” Ruth said, -laughing; “Mr. Plumber, Mr. Plasterer, and Mr. -Painter.”</p> - -<p>“Why, how did you guess?” said her mother.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Did the plumber ever come to your house?</p> - -<p>What did he do?</p> - -<p>What would have happened if you could not have found a -plumber?</p> - -<p>None of us would like to live in a town where there are no -plumbers. Why not?</p> - -<p>Shut your eyes and try to imagine how the Duwell -family’s kitchen looked before the workmen began to work; -now imagine that they have finished their work. Tell how -different it looks.</p> - -<p>Have workmen ever made such changes in your home?</p> - -<p>Can you name some other people besides the carpenter, -the bricklayer, the plumber, the plasterer, and the painter -who help give us shelter?</p></div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 509px;"> -<img src="images/i-200.jpg" width="509" height="387" alt="workmen" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>STORIES ABOUT PEOPLE WHO SUPPLY<br /> -US WITH FUEL</h2> - - - - -<h2>THE COAL MAN AND THE MINER</h2> - - -<h3>I. Black Diamonds</h3> -<div class="figright" style="width: 324px;"> -<img src="images/i-201.jpg" width="324" height="248" alt="mining car" /> -</div> -<p>“How are the -black diamonds -holding out, -Wallace?” asked -Mrs. Duwell. -Wallace had just -brought up coal -from the cellar.</p> - - - -<p>“Only a few more -scuttlefuls in the bin, mother,” answered -Wallace.</p> - -<p>“On your way from school you may stop at -the coal yard and ask Mr. -Carr to send a ton to-morrow.”</p> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 321px;"> -<img src="images/i-201b.jpg" width="321" height="246" alt="coal mine" /> -</div> - -<p>“All right, mother, -I won’t forget. But -tell me, why do -they call coal black -diamonds?”</p> - -<p>“I haven’t time<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> -to talk about it now. Perhaps Mr. Carr will -tell you. You have just ten minutes to get to -school.”</p> - -<p>On his way home Wallace stepped into the -little office of the big coal yard.</p> - -<p>“How are you, my boy; what can I do for you -to-day?” asked Mr. Carr, who was a rather tall -man with a bent back and one shoulder higher -than the other.</p> - -<p>“How do you do, Mr. Carr?” replied Wallace. -“Mother wants you to send a ton of coal to-morrow—the -same kind as the last you sent.”</p> - -<p>Wallace waited until the coal man entered the -order in the book and then asked, “Mr. Carr, will -you tell me why they call coal black diamonds?”</p> - -<p>Mr. Carr smiled pleasantly. “Certainly, son, -certainly. You see, coal shines like diamonds, -and then, it’s worth more.”</p> - -<p>“Worth more? Why, I thought diamonds -were worth more than anything else.”</p> - -<p>“No, indeed! If there weren’t any coal in the -ground, all the diamonds in the world wouldn’t -heat a house, cook a meal, pull a railway train, -or run a machine.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I never thought of that,” said Wallace. -“You certainly could not burn diamonds in a -cook-stove.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span></p> - -<p>“No, indeed!” said Mr. Carr, who seemed -much pleased at Wallace’s interest.</p> - - -<h3>II. In a Coal Mine</h3> - -<p>“Were you ever down in a coal mine, Mr. -Carr?” asked Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Was I ever down in a coal mine?” repeated -Mr. Carr. “Yes, sir, I was a miner for years -in the coal regions, and would have been in a -mine yet, probably, if it hadn’t been for this,” -pointing to his shoulder and bent back.</p> - -<p>“Is it very dangerous work?” asked Wallace, -with wide-open eyes.</p> - -<p>“Well, if the roof doesn’t fall on you, and if -the mine doesn’t catch fire, and if the gas doesn’t -choke you, or explode and blow you up, it isn’t -dangerous; it is perfectly safe.”</p> - -<p>“But how did it get hurt—your shoulder, I -mean?” asked Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Oh, that! I’ll tell you. One day we were -getting out coal at the far end of a tunnel. Suddenly, -before we had time to run, the roof came -tumbling down and buried us. When they pulled -us out, my helper was dead, and my back was -as you see it now.”</p> - -<p>“What makes mining so dangerous?” asked -Wallace, in surprise.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Well, you see, it’s this way. When you step -into the cage, that is the elevator, you leave the -sunlight behind. The cage sinks down, down -into pitch darkness, sometimes hundreds of -feet. At the bottom of the shaft it is like an -under-ground city. Street-like tunnels, with -car tracks laid on them, run out in every -direction. The coal cars are drawn by mules -or by electricity.</p> - -<p>“As you go up the tracks you see cross tunnels -and the miners’ little lamps shining in dark holes -that look like black caves. Here the miners -work, blasting out the coal, and loading it on -cars to be drawn to the mouth of the mine and -hoisted up into daylight.</p> - -<p>“Sometimes the walls and roof are not properly -braced. Then they cave in and great lumps of -coal fall down on the men. Sometimes gas or -fire-damp collects. Then there is danger of choking -or of being blown up. Sometimes, in blasting, -the coal catches fire, so that the whole mine -burns.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 510px;"> -<img src="images/i-205.jpg" width="510" height="597" alt="minder with photos in the background" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">Can you tell a story about the journey of a ton of coal from -the time the miner digs it out of the mine, and boys sort out the -slate, until it is put into the furnace in a house?</span></div> -</div> - -<p>“Why, miners must be as brave as soldiers,” -said Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Yes, I suppose they are brave. People do not -know how much they owe to the miners. They -risk their lives every time they go down into -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a><br /><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span>the mines. But they don’t think much about -the danger. That is part of their work.”</p> - -<p>“Thank you for telling me about it,” said -Wallace.</p> - -<p>“You are welcome, my boy; good-by.”</p> - -<p>“Good-by, Mr. Carr.”</p> - -<p>Wallace hurried home with a new respect for -Mr. Carr and the men who work in the dark -mines under the ground.</p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>How does the coal man bring the coal to your house?</p> - -<p>From whom does he buy it?</p> - -<p>Pretend you are a piece of coal and tell the story of your -life.</p> - -<p>Name some of the things which we would have to do -without if there were no miners or coal men.</p> - -<p>Do you burn anything else at your house besides coal?</p> - -<p>Are the men who supply us with these things our helpers -too?</p> - -<p>Where does the wood man get kindling and firewood?</p> - -<p>Where does the oil man get oil?</p> - -<p>Will you ask for a book about pḗ-trō´lḗ-ŭm, or coal oil, -when you go to the library next time?</p> - -<p>Can you think of any other people who supply us with -fuel?</p></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>STORIES ABOUT PEOPLE WHO CARE<br /> -FOR OUR HEALTH</h2> - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 520px;"> -<img src="images/i-207.jpg" width="520" height="389" alt="Ruth crying in rocking chair; brother standing in front of her" /> -</div> - -<h2>THE DENTIST</h2> - - -<h3>I. Why Ruth Was Afraid</h3> - -<p>“Oh, dear!” sobbed Ruth. “O—h, dear!” -She was sitting in her little rocking-chair in -the living-room.</p> - -<p>“Why, what’s the matter?” asked Wallace, -coming in to look for his books. “Are you -hurt?”</p> - -<p>“No;” Ruth shook her head.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Well, then, what is it?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, Wallace, I am so afraid I’m going to be -hurt. Mother says there is a dark spot on one of -my teeth. She is getting ready to take me to -Doctor Harrison’s. I have never had a tooth -filled.”</p> - -<p>“Well, of all the silly things I ever heard of,” -exclaimed Wallace, “that’s the silliest! What -makes you think the dentist will hurt you?”</p> - -<p>Ruth looked up in surprise.</p> - -<p>“Haven’t you ever heard the boys and girls -talk of how they were hurt when they had teeth -filled?” she asked.</p> - -<p>“Oh, I have heard some boys talk,” Wallace -admitted; “but they were boys who never cleaned -their teeth—”</p> - -<p>“And who did not see a dentist until they had -a toothache,” added Mrs. Duwell, overhearing -Wallace’s remark as she entered the room.</p> - -<p>“What, crying?” she asked, noticing Ruth’s -swollen eye-lids. “Why, my dear little girl, the -dentist is one of your best friends.”</p> - -<p>“I guess some of the girls and boys would like -him better if he didn’t hurt them so much, -mother,” said Ruth.</p> - -<p>“That isn’t the dentist’s fault, children,” said -Mrs. Duwell. “If boys and girls had their teeth<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> -examined once or twice a year, the dentist would -catch the trouble in time and save them much -pain.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t suppose dentists ever want to hurt -anyone,” Ruth said.</p> - -<p>“No, indeed. I think they are very kind to be -willing to do so in order to save teeth. It is -dreadful to have bad teeth. Nothing tastes just -right; and worse than that, bad teeth mean bad -health. Good teeth are a grist mill to grind our -food. Without good teeth we cannot have good -health.”</p> - -<p>“That is so,” said Wallace. “Even horses -aren’t worth much after their teeth are gone.”</p> - -<p>“Why can’t they wear false ones?” asked Ruth -with such seriousness that Wallace burst out -laughing.</p> - -<p>“I wish they could, poor things,” said her -mother; “but come, dear, we must start.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 508px;"> -<img src="images/i-209.jpg" width="508" height="214" alt="Ruth in Dentist's chair; dentist beside her" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>II. At the Dentist’s</h3> - -<p>“Ah, here is a little girl whose mouth looks as -though she brushed her teeth regularly,” said -Doctor Harrison, as he raised the big comfortable -arm chair in which Ruth was sitting.</p> - -<p>“She certainly is good about that, doctor,” -said Mrs. Duwell.</p> - -<p>“Even so,” said the doctor, “I think I shall -give her one of my little picture cards.”</p> - -<p>Ruth looked so pleased that he handed her -two.</p> - -<p>“One is for Wallace,” Ruth said.</p> - -<p>“That picture is to remind forgetful children,” -said the doctor. “Now let us look at the twenty-odd -pearls in your mouth, little girl.”</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> -<div class="figright" style="width: 222px;"> -<img src="images/i-211.jpg" width="222" height="118" alt="THE -ROAD -TO -HEALTH" /> -</div> -<p>“Oh, Wallace, Doctor Harrison didn’t hurt -me a bit,” cried Ruth, running into the living-room -after they had reached home. “He said -that he didn’t often hurt people who came -to him in time. Here is a card, he gave me -for you.”</p> - -<p>“Thank you,” said Wallace, looking at the -card. “Oh, it’s to remind me to brush my teeth. -I wonder if he thought I needed it.”</p> - -<p>“No, Doctor Harrison didn’t say that, Wallace; -but he did say that we wouldn’t want to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span> -eat anything with dirty -hands, and that really -dirty teeth are worse -than dirty hands.”</p> - - - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Do you have your teeth examined once or twice a year?</p> - -<p>The dentist is one of your best friends. Why?</p> - -<p>Do you think that the people in the United States would -be as well as they are, if there were no dentists? Why not?</p> - -<p>Suppose you had a toothache and there was no dentist to -whom you could go. What would happen?</p> - -<p>Aren’t you glad that there are men who have studied, so -that they can help you take care of your teeth?</p></div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Suppose we children had to live</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without the help of others—</span></div> -<div class="verse">I mean, suppose we had to grow</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without the help of mothers;</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Suppose there were no groceryman,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">No milkman, doctor, baker,</span></div> -<div class="verse">No tailor who could make our coats,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there were no dressmaker;</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Suppose no people ever did</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The things that they could do</span></div> -<div class="verse">To help each other in this world—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wouldn’t want to live, would you?</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 508px;"> -<img src="images/i-212.jpg" width="508" height="600" alt="mother looking down at baby in pram; girl behind her" /> -</div> - - - - -<h2>THE DRUGGIST, THE NURSE, AND THE<br /> -DOCTOR</h2> - - -<h3>I. The Sick Baby</h3> - -<p>“Ruth, I wish you would stop at Doctor Marcy’s -office on your way to school,” said Mrs. Duwell<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> -a few days later, “and ask him to come to see -the baby. The little thing has a high fever.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, dear, I hope baby won’t be sick!” exclaimed -Ruth, kissing her mother good-by.</p> - -<p>All the morning she remembered her mother’s -troubled look. At noon she did not stop to talk -with the girls, but hurried home as fast as she -could.</p> - -<p>Wallace was there before her, though, having -run all the way. He met her at the door.</p> - -<p>“Ruth,” he whispered, “I met Doctor Marcy -as he came out, and he says that the baby has -pneumonia,<a name="FNanchor_B_2" id="FNanchor_B_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_B_2" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> and it is a bad case. Mother -doesn’t know I am home. Can’t we get some -lunch ready to take to her?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, indeed,” replied Ruth, tiptoeing into -the kitchen. “You put the kettle on the fire -and I’ll make some tea and milk toast.”</p> - -<p>Mrs. Duwell looked very pale and weary when -the children appeared with the lunch tray.</p> - -<p>“I didn’t know you were home, Ruth,” she -whispered, stepping into the hall. “How quietly -you must have worked, children.”</p> - -<p>“Is there anything else we can do to help?” -asked Wallace.</p> - -<p>“Why, yes, there is, Wallace. You may take<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> -this pre-scrip-tion to the drug store to be filled. -Ask the druggist to send the medicine over as -soon as possible.”</p> - -<p>Just then the baby gave a pitiful little moan, -which made the mother turn again to the crib. -The children stole softly downstairs.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 509px;"> -<img src="images/i-214.jpg" width="509" height="377" alt="Wallace at drug store" /> -</div> - -<p>“I’ll run right over to the drug store, Ruth,” -Wallace said, forgetting his own lunch.</p> - - -<h3>II. The Druggist</h3> - -<p>“Good morning, Mr. Jones,” he said breathlessly -as he entered the store. “Baby is very ill, -and mother wishes this prescription filled. She<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> -told me to ask if you would please send the medicine -over just as soon as possible.”</p> - -<p>“Baby sick? How sorry I am, Wallace,” said -Mr. Jones. “Of course we will send it soon. I -will see to it at once.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, thank you.” Wallace drew a sigh of -relief. “How much will it be, please?”</p> - -<p>The druggist examined the queer Latin words -of the doctor’s prescription. “This calls for one -very expensive medicine, Wallace,” he said; “so -we shall have to charge seventy-five cents.”</p> - -<p>“That will be all right,” said Wallace.</p> - -<p>When he reached home Ruth had a nice lunch -spread for him.</p> - -<p>“I am not going to school this afternoon, Wallace,” -she told him. “I’m going to tidy up the -house, and help mother.”</p> - -<p>“Look at the clock, Ruth!” exclaimed Wallace -suddenly, “I must start right away—the medicine -will be seventy-five cents.”</p> - -<p>“I will have the money ready,” said Ruth. -“Good-by.”</p> - -<p>The druggist’s boy came with the medicine a -few minutes after Wallace left, and the baby was -given the first dose at once.</p> - -<p>When their father came the children had supper -ready, but no one ate much.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I am glad you can be so helpful, children,” -he said.</p> - - -<h3>III. The Trained Nurse</h3> - -<p>For five days the whole family did everything -they knew to help save the baby’s life. Mr. Duwell -was worried not only about the baby but -about the children’s mother.</p> - -<p>“I agree with the doctor that it would be -much wiser to have a trained nurse,” he said on -Saturday afternoon.</p> - -<p>“But mother cannot bear the thought of letting -anyone else take care of the baby,” said -Ruth.</p> - -<p>“I know that mother is a splendid nurse,” -Mr. Duwell continued; “but a trained nurse -knows all the best new methods of nursing, and -could give much relief to mother, who is tired -out.”</p> - -<p>Just then the bell rang.</p> - -<p>“It is the doctor,” said Ruth. Mr. Duwell -went to the door, followed by the little girl.</p> - -<p>The doctor was not alone. With him was a -young lady. Ruth liked her at once; she seemed -so quiet and strong, and looked so kind.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 414px;"> -<img src="images/i-217.jpg" width="414" height="600" alt="Doctor and nurse beside bassinet" /> -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">Do you think this is the right kind of bed for a sick baby? Why not?</span></div> -</div> - -<p>“How do you do, sir?” said Doctor Marcy to -Mr. Duwell. “This is Miss Foster, a trained -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a><br /><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span>nurse. I am taking matters in my own hands, -you see. That good wife of yours is entirely -worn out.”</p> - -<p>“I am pleased to meet Miss Foster and I am -very much obliged to you for bringing her, doctor,” -Mr. Duwell replied.</p> - -<p>“It seems to me to be the very best thing to do. -I have tried to persuade Mrs. Duwell to see -things that way,” said the doctor.</p> - -<p>“Oh, come upstairs, doctor,” called Mrs. Duwell, -hearing the doctor’s voice; “I think baby is -scarcely breathing.”</p> - -<p>“Come,” said the doctor to the nurse, leading -the way.</p> - -<p>Mrs. Duwell was standing near the crib as -they entered.</p> - -<p>“This is the nurse I was talking about,” the -doctor said, introducing Miss Foster, and turning -to look at the baby.</p> - -<p>“I am very glad—” Mrs. Duwell started to -speak, but she fainted away before she could -finish the sentence.</p> - -<p>The nurse did not seem frightened. She laid -Mrs. Duwell flat on the floor. After sprinkling -cold water on her face, she held some smelling -salts to her nose.</p> - -<p>In a minute or two Mrs. Duwell opened her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> -eyes. “I must have fainted,” she said; “I am so -glad you were here, nurse. Doctor, how is baby?”</p> - -<p>“About as I expected,” the doctor replied. -“I believe the worst will be over to-night. Now, -I want you to take this medicine which Miss -Foster will give you, and lie down for a while. -I expect to come back about ten o’clock to-night. -Good-by; please obey Miss Foster’s orders,” he -added.</p> - -<p>“It is such a relief to my mind, doctor,” said -Mr. Duwell, meeting him at the foot of the stairs, -“to know that the nurse is here.”</p> - -<p>“It is a relief,” replied the doctor. “If the -strain had kept on much longer, Mrs. Duwell -would have had a long term of illness.”</p> - - -<h3>IV. The Doctor, a Hero</h3> - -<p>The doctor and nurse watched by the baby’s -bedside until the danger was passed. Both wore -happy smiles when the doctor assured the tired -Duwell family that the baby would live.</p> - -<p>“Oh, doctor, money cannot pay you for your -kindness,” said Mrs. Duwell. “Through rain -and snow storms, at midnight and at daybreak, -you have come to help us. How tired you must -often be.”</p> - -<p>“It is true, doctor,” Mr. Duwell added; “you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span> -risk your life as willingly as a soldier does, every -time you go into danger.”</p> - -<p>“We doctors don’t think anything about -that,” replied Doctor Marcy modestly. “We -are so anxious to have people get well.”</p> - -<p>“Why, doctors are heroes like soldiers!” exclaimed -Wallace, looking at the doctor with -new respect. “I never thought of that before!”</p> - -<p>“Nurses are, too,” whispered Ruth; but Doctor -Marcy overheard.</p> - -<p>“That is right, Ruth,” he said. “Nurses are, -too.”</p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - - -<h4>The Druggist</h4> - - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>How long does a druggist have to study in order to fill -prescriptions? Would it be safe to let those who have not -studied handle medicines? Why not?</p> - -<p>How near is a drug store to your home? Can you imagine -how it would be to live ten miles from a drug store?</p></div> - - -<h4>The Nurse</h4> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Can you give some reasons why a trained nurse can care -for a sick person better than an untrained one?</p> - -<p>Do you know any trained nurses?</p> - -<p>How long does a trained nurse study before graduation?</p></div> - - -<h4>The Doctor</h4> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Did you ever need a doctor at your house?</p> - -<p>How did you let him know? Did he come quickly?</p> - -<p>What might have happened if he had not come?</p> - -<p>Pretend, you are a country doctor and tell about some of -your long drives. Do you think doctors are heroes? Why?</p></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>ONE FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE<br /> - -<small>A Play</small></h2> - - -<h3>Parts to be taken by Pupils</h3> - - -<ul><li><i>Section I</i></li> -<li>Baker</li> -<li>Milkman</li> -<li>Butcher</li> -<li>Grocer</li> -<li>or others who supply food</li> -<li> </li> -<li><i>Section II</i></li> -<li>Tailor</li> -<li>Dressmaker</li> -<li>Shoemaker</li> -<li>Milliner</li> -<li>or others who supply clothing</li> -<li> </li> -<li><i>Section III</i></li> -<li>Bricklayer</li> -<li>Carpenter</li> -<li>Painter</li> -<li>Plumber</li> -<li>or others who supply shelter</li> -<li> </li> -<li><i>Section IV</i></li> -<li>Coal man</li> -<li>Miner</li> -<li>Wood man</li> -<li>Oil man</li> -<li>or others who supply fuel</li> -<li> </li> -<li><i>Section V</i></li> -<li>Doctor</li> -<li>Druggist</li> -<li>Nurse</li> -<li>or others who help keep us well</li></ul> - - - -<p class="unindent"><i>Teacher to Sec. I.</i> What do you do?</p> - -<p><i>Baker.</i> I am the baker; I bake bread.</p> - -<p><i>Milkman.</i> I am the milkman; I supply the -milk.</p> - -<p><i>Butcher.</i> I am the butcher; I supply the meat.</p> - -<p><i>Grocer.</i> I am the grocer; I sell groceries.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Teacher.</i> Do you make clothing or build -houses?</p> - -<p><i>Baker.</i> No, we supply food for all; that is our -part.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p class="unindent"><i>Teacher to Sec. II.</i> What do you do?</p> - -<p><i>Tailor.</i> I am the tailor; I make the clothing.</p> - -<p><i>Dressmaker.</i> I am the dressmaker; I make -dresses.</p> - -<p><i>Shoemaker.</i> I am the shoemaker; I make -shoes.</p> - -<p><i>Milliner.</i> I am the milliner; I make the hats.</p> - -<p><i>Teacher.</i> Do you supply food or fuel?</p> - -<p><i>Tailor.</i> No, we make clothing for all; that is -our part.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p class="unindent"><i>Teacher to Sec. III.</i> What do you do?</p> - -<p><i>Bricklayer.</i> I am the bricklayer; I lay the -bricks.</p> - -<p><i>Carpenter.</i> I am the carpenter; I build the -houses.</p> - -<p><i>Painter.</i> I am the painter; I paint the houses.</p> - -<p><i>Plumber.</i> I am the plumber; I fit the pipes.</p> - -<p><i>Teacher.</i> Do you make clothes or attend the -sick?</p> - -<p><i>Bricklayer.</i> No, we build houses for all; that -is our part.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p class="unindent"><i>Teacher to Sec. IV.</i> And what do you do?</p> - -<p><i>Coal man.</i> I am the coal man; I deliver the -coal.</p> - -<p><i>Miner.</i> I am the miner; I dig the coal.</p> - -<p><i>Wood man.</i> I am the wood man; I cut the -wood.</p> - -<p><i>Oil man.</i> I am the oil man; I supply oil.</p> - -<p><i>Teacher.</i> Do you supply food or clothing?</p> - -<p><i>Coalman.</i> No, we furnish fuel; that is our -part.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p class="unindent"><i>Teacher to Sec. V.</i> And what do you do?</p> - -<p><i>Doctor.</i> I am the doctor; I heal the sick.</p> - -<p><i>Druggist.</i> I am the druggist; I sell medicines.</p> - -<p><i>Nurse.</i> I am the nurse; I help the doctor.</p> - -<p><i>Teacher.</i> Do you build houses or furnish fuel?</p> - -<p><i>Doctor.</i> No, we keep people well, or aid them -when they are ill; that is our part.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p class="unindent"><i>All recite:</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">One works for all and all for one,</div> -<div class="verse">And so the work of the world gets done.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/i-224.jpg" width="600" height="433" alt="ONE FOR ALL -ALL FOR ONE" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a><br /><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a><br /><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>PART III<br /> - -THE AMERICAN RED CROSS<br /> - -Junior Membership and School Activities</h2> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a><br /><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 60px;"> -<img src="images/i-229.jpg" width="60" height="133" alt="Red Cross pin" /> -</div> - - - - -<h2>THE JUNIOR RED CROSS</h2> - - -<p>In September, 1917, President Wilson sent -out a letter from the White House in Washington -to the school children of the United States.</p> - -<p>He told them that the President of the United -States is the President of the American Red -Cross, and he said that the Red Cross people -wanted the children to help them in their work.</p> - -<p>Their work, you know, is to help all those -who are suffering or in need.</p> - -<p>Such work is so beautiful that it is really -doing golden deeds.</p> - -<p>Now read for yourself this letter from the -President of the United States which belongs to -every school child in America.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span></p> - -<div class="bbox"> -<h3>A PROCLAMATION</h3> - - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="unindent"><i>To the School Children of the United States</i>:</p> - -<p>The President of the United States is also President of -the American Red Cross. It is from these offices joined in -one that I write you a word of greeting at this time when so -many of you are beginning the school year.</p> - -<p>The American Red Cross has just prepared a Junior -Membership with School Activities in which every pupil in -the United States can find a chance to serve our country. -The School is the natural center of your life. Through it -you can best work in the great cause of freedom to which we -have all pledged ourselves.</p> - -<p>Our Junior Red Cross will bring to you opportunities of -service to your community and to other communities all -over the world and guide your service with high and religious -ideals. It will teach you how to save in order that suffering -children elsewhere may have a chance to live. It will teach -you how to prepare some of the supplies which wounded -soldiers and homeless families lack. It will send to you -through the Red Cross Bulletins the thrilling stories of -relief and rescue. And best of all, more perfectly than -through any of your other school lessons, you will learn by -doing those kind things under your teacher’s direction to be -future good citizens of this great country which we all love.</p> - -<p>And I commend to all school teachers in the country the -simple plan which the American Red Cross has worked out -to provide for your coöperation, knowing as I do that school -children will give their best service under the direct guidance -and instruction of their teachers. Is not this perhaps the -chance for which you have been looking to give your time -and efforts in some measure to meet our national needs?</p> - -<div class="sig"> -<span style="margin-right: 2em;">(Signed) <span class="smcap">Woodrow Wilson</span>,</span><br /> -<i>President.</i><br /> -</div> - -<div class="unindent"> -September 15, 1917.</div></div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span></p> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>How do you suppose the school children of the United -States felt when they read this letter from the President?</p> - -<p>It is a wonderful letter. It does not read like a letter -from a great man to little children.</p> - -<p>It is different from most of the letters which grown -people write to children, for the President writes to the -children asking for their help, just as if they were grown up.</p> - -<p>Indeed, when the grown people read the letter they wished -that they could be school children again, because there -was no Junior Red Cross when they were young, and they -had to wait to grew up before they could help the Red -Cross do golden deeds.</p> - -<p>You see, when they were young, everybody thought, -“When the children are grown up they will help us.” Then -they waited for them to grow.</p> - -<p>Are you not glad that you are able, while a child, to do -helpful work for your country?</p> - -<p>Now let us think about some of the golden deeds which -the Red Cross does.</p></div> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<h2>THE AMERICAN RED CROSS IN<br /> -TIMES OF PEACE</h2> - - -<p>Of course, in times of war the Red Cross is -very busy helping the soldiers, but do you think -that it is idle in times of peace?</p> - -<p>No, indeed. The Red Cross is always listening -for a call of distress, and is ready to aid any -people who are suffering.</p> - -<p>One day in 1912 the Red Cross heard the -people who lived along the banks of the Mississippi<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> -River calling for help, for the river had -been so swollen by rains that it had risen high -and overflowed its banks in a dangerous flood.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 512px;"> -<img src="images/i-232.jpg" width="512" height="497" alt="people on overflowing raft full of bundles; house roof just sticking up out of water" /> -<div class="attrib"><i>Picture from a photograph</i></div> -</div> - - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Do you know what happens during a flood?</p> - -<p>Name all the different things you see on the little island -in this picture.</p> - -<p>Why do you suppose the people are all staying there -instead of rowing off in the boats?</p> - -<p>Because they are expecting the relief launch of the Red<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> -Cross to come and take them to a safe place. The water -is flowing too swiftly for the little boats to cross in safety. -They would probably be carried against a tree and upset.</p> - -<p>Many houses have been carried down the river during -this flood, so you can understand how glad the people will -be to see help coming. In this next picture you will see -how the Red Cross answered the people’s cry for help.</p></div> - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 513px;"> -<img src="images/i-233.jpg" width="513" height="282" alt="photo of tent village around a large buildin; tree drawn as decoritve border" /> -<div class="attrib"><i>Picture from a photograph</i></div> -</div> -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>This picture shows a Carnegie Library which was used -by the Red Cross as a relief station during the Mississippi -flood.</p> - -<p>The Red Cross spent thousands of dollars during this flood, -saving many lives and helping hundreds of flood victims.</p> - -<p>Can you name some of the things the people needed?</p> - -<p>What do you suppose they think of the Red Cross?</p> - -<p>Imagine that a great wind storm or cyclone should come -very suddenly whirling through your city, tearing down -houses, uprooting trees, and leaving thousands of people -homeless—who would be the first to help the people who -were hurt?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span></p> - -<p>This is just an example of the way the Red Cross is standing -ready to help in time of need.</p> - -<p>If you read the <i>Red Cross Magazine</i> you will learn about -hundreds of golden deeds which the Red Cross is doing, for -the work of the Red Cross in times of peace and at all times -is to help people in distress and need.</p></div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 549px;"> -<img src="images/i-234.jpg" width="549" height="600" alt="Red Cross nurse by bed of patient" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE AMERICAN RED CROSS IN<br /> -TIMES OF WAR</h2> - - -<p>The work of the Red Cross during war is</p> - -<p>First. To care for and nurse the wounded -among our own soldiers and sailors, and even -the wounded of the enemy who fall into the -hands of the Red Cross.</p> - -<p>Of course, in order to do this, millions of -people who are not doing the nursing can make -the articles needed for that purpose. What can -the Junior Red Cross do to help?</p> - -<p>Second. To care for the families of the soldiers -and sailors who have given their services to their -country.</p> - -<p>How can the Junior Red Cross help?</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<h2>BEFORE THE DAYS OF THE RED CROSS</h2> - - -<p>Do you suppose that people always felt that -they should help everybody in such ways?</p> - -<p>No; the Red Cross is not yet sixty years old.</p> - -<p>War is thousands of years old.</p> - -<p>In olden days when soldiers fought, there were -no kind Red Cross nurses to care for the -wounded. There were no faithful Red Cross -dogs to search for wounded soldiers after the -battle was over.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span></p> - -<p>Often the suffering men died of neglect when -proper nursing would have saved their lives. -But no one ever thought of sending a band of -women nurses to wars to help the soldiers, -before the days of Florence Nightingale.</p> - - -<h3>Florence Nightingale</h3> - -<p>Florence was a little English girl who always -said that when she grew up she would be a nurse.</p> - -<p>She felt sorry to see any living creature suffer -and always tried to help it. Sometimes it was -a bird with a broken wing or an injured rabbit -that she tended.</p> - -<p>All the neighbors brought their sick pets to -her. The little nurse finally had so many -patients that her father gave her a corner of the -greenhouse for a hospital. The animals learned -to love her and she had many friends among -them as you may imagine.</p> - -<p>When she was a young woman nursing in a -London hospital, England’s soldiers were sent -to war with Russia’s soldiers. They had to -travel in ships all the way to the Crimea in -Russia. You see, they were a great distance -from home.</p> - -<p>News of their terrible sufferings reached Florence -Nightingale in the hospital. Taking a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> -band of nurses with her she went to nurse the -wounded soldiers in that far off land.</p> - -<p>When the nurses arrived there, they found -thousands of sick and wounded men lying on -the hospital floors with no one to help them. -At once the brave nurses began to take care of -the soldiers as kindly as your mother takes care -of you when you are ill.</p> - -<p>Do you wonder that many who would have -died, lived and were grateful all their lives to -he nurses?</p> - -<p>Of course there were no gas or electric lights -in the rough hospitals of those days, so that -Miss Nightingale always carried a lighted lamp -when she made her good-night rounds. The -weary soldiers looked for the gleam of the lamp -in the darkness and were made happy by her -words of encouragement. That is how she came -to be called “The Lady of the Lamp.”</p> - -<p>The story of Florence Nightingale and her -brave band spread far and near. It touched -the hearts of people everywhere, and made them -think about what could be done to relieve suffering -even before the days of the Red Cross.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 443px;"> -<img src="images/i-238.jpg" width="443" height="600" alt="Nurse in uniform and dog in vest" /> -<div class="attrib"><i>Copyright and reproduced by courtesy of “The Ladies’ Home Journal”</i></div> - -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">Tell a story about this picture</span></div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>HOW THE RED CROSS CAME TO BE</h2> - - -<p>Among those who heard the story of what -Florence Nightingale and her brave nurses did -for the soldiers, was Henri Du-nant, a kind-hearted -Swiss gentleman.</p> - -<p>He remembered it several years afterward -when he was present at a terrible battle between -the soldiers of Austria and those of France and -Sardinia. He saw thousands of wounded soldiers -dying almost without help.</p> - -<p>In a book which he wrote about their sufferings, -he asked the question, “Why could not -the people of all countries make plans to care -for the sick and wounded during wars?”</p> - -<p>And from his question came the great Red -Cross work in which we all have a part.</p> - -<p>The Red Cross is more wonderful than any -war, for it comes from the kindness in people’s -thoughts.</p> - -<p>We hope that long years from now there will -be no war.</p> - -<p>But we cannot expect to have wars cease until -the <i>people</i>, and not the <i>kings</i>, of the great -countries of the world make their own laws.</p> - -<p>Henri Dunant and Florence Nightingale were -like the children of to-day when they were little.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> -They liked to play the same kinds of games that -you do.</p> - -<p>When Florence played nurse with her dolls she -did not dream of the great good she would do -for the whole world.</p> - -<p>It may be that some of the boys and girls who -are now reading this story will be like Henri -Dunant and Florence Nightingale, and will -grow up to do great and noble work for others.</p> - - -<h3>QUESTIONS</h3> - - -<h4>I</h4> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>What do you think of people who help other people in -trouble?</p> - -<p>What do you think of people who do not help people who -are in need of help?</p> - -<p>Do you realize that the work of the Red Cross is entirely -the helping of people who need help?</p> - -<p>Did a good neighbor ever come to your house and help -your people in time of illness or trouble?</p> - -<p>You would be glad to help other people in just some such -way, wouldn’t you?</p> - -<p>Are you not glad that the Junior Red Cross gives you a -chance to pass such kindness along?</p></div> - - -<h4>II</h4> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>Mention some of the good deeds which you know the -Junior Red Cross has done.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span></p> - -<p>Have you ever sold Red Cross Christmas seals? What -does the Red Cross do with the money made from the sale -of Christmas seals?</p> - -<p>How old is the Junior Red Cross?</p> - -<p>It is a pretty young baby to have accomplished so much, -isn’t it? But do you know how fast it has grown?</p> - -<p>When you see a person wearing a Red Cross button, you -know many things about that person.</p> - -<p>Here are a few of the things that are shown:</p> - -<p>1. Kindness. 2. Helpfulness. 3. Love of one’s country.</p> - -<p>Can you name others?</p></div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 511px;"> -<img src="images/i-241.jpg" width="511" height="367" alt="Photo of very smallpuppy at feet of lady sitting on long row of chairs " /> -<div class="attrib"><i>Copr. Underwood & Underwood</i></div> - -<div class="caption"><span class="smcap">This little dog’s mistress says that he is too young to enlist now, -but when he grows up he wants to be a red cross army dog.</span></div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>HOW I CAN HELP THE RED CROSS<br /> - -IN TIME OF WAR<br /> - -AND IN TIME OF PEACE</h2> - - -<p>1. By belonging to the Red Cross and trying -to get others to belong.</p> - -<p>2. By learning to save in order that suffering -children elsewhere may have their share of food -and clothing.</p> - -<p>3. By helping to prepare some of the supplies -that wounded soldiers and homeless families are -in need of.</p> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 487px;"> -<img src="images/i-242.jpg" width="487" height="199" alt="dog carrying supplies in mouth to wounded soldier" /> -</div> -<p>4. By reading stories of relief and rescue so -that I can tell others about the Red Cross.</p> - -<p>5. By learning to be a good citizen of my -country even before I grow up.</p> - -<p>The Junior Members of the Red Cross try to -share their good things with those who do not -have them.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 526px;"> -<img src="images/i-243.jpg" width="526" height="420" alt="boy holding Red Cross Flag and US Flag" /> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot3"> - -<p>The members of the American Red Cross have two -flags.</p> - -<p>This boy has two flags. Why?</p> - -<p>Do you have two flags?</p> - -<p>Do you wear a Red Cross button?</p> - -<p>Has your school an American Red Cross School Auxiliary -banner?</p> - -<p>Do you know that the American Red Cross serves the -government of the United States, and that the members of -the Red Cross are the best citizens of our country?</p> - -<p>The Red Cross means being good neighbors—working -together.</p></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE LADY OF THE LAMP<br /> - -<small>A PLAY</small></h2> - - -<p>Characters:</p> - - -<ul class="smallmarg"><li>Florence Nightingale, the nurse</li> -<li>Frances, her sister</li> -<li>Flossie, her doll</li> -<li>Harry Miller, Doctor Make-believe</li> -<li>Old Roger, the shepherd</li> -<li>Captain, the hurt dog</li> -<li>Mr. Vicar, the minister</li> -<li>Soldiers, doctors, and other nurses</li></ul> - - - - -<h3>Act I. The Sick Doll</h3> - -<p class="center">Scene. In an English Garden.</p> - -<p><i><small>Frances.</small></i> Come on! Let’s play tag, Florence.</p> - -<p><i><small>Florence.</small></i> I can’t, Frances. Flossie is too sick. -Won’t you play you are the doctor, and come -see her?</p> - -<p><i><small>Frances.</small></i> Oh, no; you always want to play the -same thing! Your dolls are always sick! I -believe you love the broken ones better than the -others.</p> - -<p><i><small>Florence.</small></i> Yes, I do. I’m going to be a nurse -when I grow up. Well, if you don’t want to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span> -play that you are the doctor, I am going to ask -Harry Miller to play that he is. (<i>Goes to the hedge -and calls.</i>) Oh, Harry, come on over, and play -you are the doctor for my sick dolls.</p> - -<p><i><small>Frances.</small></i> Come on, Harry, I am going to be -the druggist.</p> - -<p><i><small>Harry.</small></i> All right, girls; I’ll be over in a -minute.</p> - -<p><i><small>Florence.</small></i> Don’t forget your medicine case.</p> - -<p><i><small>Harry</small></i> (<i><small>entering</small></i>). Good morning, madam. Is -your little child ill?</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p class="center">Act the rest of the story yourselves.</p> -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>Act II. Good Old Cap</h3> - -<p class="center">Scene. In an English Village Street.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>(<i><small>Florence is riding on her little pony. With her on -horseback is Mr. Vicar, the minister of the village -church.</small></i>)</p></div> - -<p><i><small>Mr. Vicar.</small></i> What a lovely day, Florence.</p> - -<p><i><small>Florence.</small></i> It is a beautiful day, Mr. Vicar. I -am so glad we are going to call to see old Mrs. -Williams. I hope she is better than when -mother last saw her.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span></p> - -<p><i><small>Mr. Vicar.</small></i> I have not heard from her for -some days.</p> - -<p><i><small>Florence</small></i> (<i><small>looking off in the distance</small></i>). Oh, there is -old Roger trying to gather his sheep together. -Why, I wonder where his dog is. (<i><small>They ride up.</small></i>)</p> - -<p><i><small>Mr. Vicar.</small></i> Good morning, Roger. You seem -to be having trouble.</p> - -<p><i><small>Roger.</small></i> That I am, sir. Good morning, miss.</p> - -<p><i><small>Florence.</small></i> Why, where is your good dog, Cap?</p> - -<p><i><small>Roger.</small></i> Some boys threw stones at him and -broke his leg. I am afraid he will never be able -to run again.</p> - -<p><i><small>Florence.</small></i> Oh, how dreadful!</p> - -<p><i><small>Roger.</small></i> Yes, I miss him so much. He was -such a help.</p> - -<p><i><small>Florence</small></i> (<i><small>to Mr. Vicar, in a whisper</small></i>). I wonder if -we could see the dog. We might be able to -do something for him.</p> - -<p><i><small>Mr. Vicar.</small></i> Where is your dog; Roger?</p> - -<p><i><small>Roger.</small></i> At home, beside the fire.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>(<i><small>Mr. Vicar and Florence ride to the cottage. They -find that Cap’s leg is not broken, but is sprained. -Florence asks for hot water, and bathes and bandages the -leg. In a few days the dog recovers and helps Roger -with the sheep.</small></i>)</p></div> - -<p>Act out the rest of the story yourselves.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span></p> -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>Act III. The Lady of the Lamp</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="hang1">Scene. In a hospital. Soldiers are lying on cots -and chairs. Florence Nightingale comes -in with a lamp in her hand.</p></div> - -<p><i><small>First Soldier.</small></i> Hush, here comes the Angel of -Mercy to look after us poor fellows. How tired -she must be after working all day.</p> - -<p><i><small>Second Soldier.</small></i> Yes, the Lady of the Lamp.</p> - -<p><i><small>Third Soldier.</small></i> She has done more for our -country than all the soldiers during this terrible -war.</p> - -<p><i><small>All the Soldiers.</small></i> That she has. May Heaven -bless her brave heart!</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">America! America!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy loyal children we!</span></div> -<div class="verse">Dear Mother Land, our lives we pledge</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In service unto thee.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> - - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">YOU and I</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And ALL of US TOGETHER</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Will make this WORLD of OURS</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 7em;">Sorry and Sad—</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 158px;"> -<img src="images/i-248a.jpg" width="158" height="163" alt="Sad, crying world" /> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">IF</span></div> -<div class="verse">YOU and I</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ALL of US TOGETHER</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Do not</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">DO RIGHT.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">BUT</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">YOU and I</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And ALL of US TOGETHER</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Will make THIS WORLD of OURS</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">HAPPY and GLAD—</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 160px;"> -<img src="images/i-248b.jpg" width="160" height="159" alt="smiling world" /> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">BECAUSE</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">YOU and I</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And ALL of US TOGETHER</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">WILL</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">DO RIGHT!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We Will Be</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">GOOD CITIZENS, FOR WE LOVE OUR</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">COUNTRY AND OUR FLAG.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="full" /> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1">[A]</a> At the word flag give the salute by raising the right hand to -the forehead.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_B_2" id="Footnote_B_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_B_2">[B]</a> Pronounced nū-mō´nē-ā.</p></div></div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 348px;"> -<img src="images/cover-back.jpg" width="348" height="400" alt="Emblem on back cover" /> -</div> - - -<hr class="full" /> -<div class="tnote"><div class="center"> -<b>Transcriber’s Notes:</b></div> - -<p>Obvious punctuation errors repaired. 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