Schliemann and Douglass. A writer in Forest and Stream tells the following story of two celebrated men. Doctor Schliemann, the great investigator of Trojan and Grecian antiquities, had been spending the winter up the Nile, and returned to Athens on the same steamer with the Hon. Fred Douglass and his wife. Dnring dinner on the first day out, Mr. Douglass turned to Doctor Schliemann, who was seated at his right, and asked. "Do you intend to make much of a stay in Greece?" "Yes, I guess so," returned the other. "Well, you'll find it a very interesting country," said Douglass. "I have never travelled there, altho I have always been much interested in it. Of course all countries are more or less alike in their physical features. They all have their air and sky, their hills and plains, their lakes and rivers; but it is not so much that which interests us as the history of the people who live or have lived in a country." "Yes, I guess so," replied Doctor Schliemann, my "Now, from earliest reading I have been particularly interested in the history of the ancient Greeks." "Yes, I guess so," assented Schliemann. "I find I have forgotten a great deal of my Greek history, but lately I came across a little book that has proved invaluable to me in recalling so much that I had forgotten about Greece and the Greeks. "Yes, I guess so!" "Now if you, sir, intend to make much of a stay in Greece, I would recommend you to obtain a copy of the book. It is 'Murray's Guide.'" At this moment Doctor Schliemann was taken with a fit of coughing so violent that every one was alarmed, but he recovered in time to make his customary assent, which pro Quaint sayings and doings characterized the children who attended the Chicago vacation schools which were open during July and August of this year. Particularly when the little ones were taken to the country-there was an excursion each week-were they a source of delight to the directors and teachers of the schools. Many of them had never been on a street car, a train or a boat, and the commonest sights of country life were wonders to them. Here are a few of the funny things that happened: One of the boys, seeing a The first trip was to Lincoln Park. chicken, asked: "Teacher, wot's dat t'ting?" "That's a chicken. It's the"Wot yer givin' me? I know a chicken, I guess. CARRIE SHAW RICE. Dat ain't no chicken. It's got fedders on. My ma she hed a chicken onct fur dinner, 'n'it didn'hev nut'in on but skin."-Child Study Monthly. bably seemed to him especially suited to an American: "Yes, I guess so!" I trod the piney, perfumed quills On California's russet hills. -Carrie Shaw Rice in the "State" It was not long after this that he ascended Mount Parnassus with Professor Murray, who was responsible for the valuable but elementary "Guide" in question. Some one who had been present during the conversation then retailed it, and Murray, with peals of laughter, declared it the best joke of his life, that his modest guide-book had been recommended to the study f the man who knew more about ancient Greece than any other person living. Self-Reproach. Deep in the heart is an avenging power, Conscious of right and wrong. There is no shape Reproach can take one-half so terrible As when that shape is given by ourselves. L. E. Landon, Youth Companion. "Teacher, here's a gun for you to keep them kids good with," a boy remarked as he placed a pistol on the teacher's desk one morning. The day before had been particularly stormy and the little fellow was coming to the rescue as best he knew how.-George Curtis Warren in the Chicago Record. Not To Be Too Well There is a happy mean in everything. It is said that a shrewd old lady heard her married daughter say: "If my husband doesn't do such and such a thing, he'll find himself in hot water." "My child," said the old lady, "a man is like an egg. Kept in hot water a little while he may boil soft: but keep him there long, and he hardens!" Another Story. Many amusing stories are being teld of the recruits in service. The New Orleans Times Democrat tells one of a German in the naval who was reserve, A Poor Dinner. The Montreal Witness prints this little story of a poor woman who recently went to a saloon in search of her husband: She found him there, and setting a covered dish, which she had brought with her, upon the table, she said: Thinking that you are too busy to come home to dinner, I have brought you yours," and departed. With a laugh the man invited his friends to dine with him: but on removing the cover from the dish he found only a slip of paper, on PRIMARY METHODS "I AM SO HAPPY" BY MAE HENION SIMMS. The Leak in the Dyke. First Day. There was once a little boy named Peter who lived with his father and mother and brothers and sisters in a country called Holland. Holland is on the other side of the earth. (Talk of other children who live on the other side of the world. Little Columbus, little German children, the little Puritan children, etc.-if the class has heard the Thanksgiving story.) Holland is a low, flat country that lies along the sea. It is so very low that the sea would wash over it very often if the people did not build strong levees or dykes along the sea shore and rivers. (Questions upon how levees, dykes or dams are made.) If the dykes gave away in a little place so just a tiny stream of water could come thru, can you think what might happen if some one did not find the hole and stop it up at once? They had to keep men to watch the dykes all day and when they went home at night they always looked to see that every thing was safe. (What would happen if the water should overflow? Have you ever seen levees or dyke? Where? They were built to keep what water from overflowing? Did you ever see an overflow? How did it look? How did everything look after the overflow?) Second Day. In Holland they built their houses up on high stilts? Why was that? Dutch Homes. Dutch people are very neat. The wives and daughters are constantly rubbing and polishing utensils. If they did not do so, in that damp country the rust would soon destroy them. The kitchen is the principal room in the house. It looks very comfortable. It is made with red bricks and is strewn with fresh sand every day. Then there are the brick hearths, pretty tiled walls, polished chairs and tables and copper kettles and sauce pans as bright as scrubbing can make them. The parlor is a grand room and is used only for weddings and christenings and birthdays. Although it is used so seldom it is cleaned very often. Every Saturday the house wife sweeps the floor, washes the windows and the large mirror and dusts and polishes the furniture; even the door knobs are rubbed till they shine. Then the shutters are closed again not to be opened until the next cleaning day comes. When they go into their houses the Dutch people always take off their wooden shoes and leave them at the door. Dutch houses are often built up on stilts. (Why is this?) Little Dutch children are not idle. When the little girls are only four years old they are taught to knit. When they first learn to knit they have a wonder ball. It is a large ball with something in the middle of it. Sometimes it is some money, sometimes it is a pretty toy. When the little girl knits all the yarn she can have whatever is in the middle of the ball. First she learns to knit mats, wash cloths and garters, and after she can knit better, stockings, mats, rugs and mittens. Little boys help in the dairies, for this is a great country for dairies. Fourth Day. The Dutch people keep their dairies as clean as most people do their houses. They scrub them out every day. They wash and comb the cows and braid their tails and tie them with ribbons. There are a great many storks in Holland. fond of them; they would not think of killing one. People are very The storks are very helpful to them, killing the toads and frogs that abound there. The storks are so tame that they may often be seen walking up and down the streets, and people make places for them to build their nests on the tops of long poles that are driven into the ground. This is so they can have a dry place for their nests. They have no street cars or drays in Holland, or at least they are not like ours. lives. They are boats that sail up and down on the canal. (What is a canal?) There are many boats on these canals. Some little children are born on them and live there all their The canal boats are neat as wax. They are painted bright colors and have pretty curtains at the windows. What is made from willow? Did you ever make anything of willow? Peter said good-bye to his brothers and sisters. He said he would be back before they saw a single star. (What did he mean by that? Can you see stars in the day time? Why not?) He said he would not be afraid to go in the darkest night; he was such a brave little fellow. He wouldn't rob a bird's nest He was a kind little boy too. or hurt any of the dumb creatures. (Read to class first three stanza's of "Leak in the Dyke." Tell them that is the way Miss Cary told the story.) Before long he reached the house where the blind man lived. The old man always liked to have Peter come to see him. (Why did he ?) After he had staid a little while Peter told the old man he must go home, for he remembered what his mother had said about Little Holland children all go to school. They are taught to getting home before dark be very polite to every one. Everything in school is very neat. The children sit in their stocking feet; they leave their wooden shoes in a pile at the door. hair. Little Dutch children have red cheeks, blue eyes and yellow Peter's father and mother had known him a great many years. They did many things to make the old man happy. One day Peter's mother had been making some cakes and she thought she would send some to the poor old man. She called Peter and told him to take them to him while they were nice and hot. She said she thought that he would have time to get back before the sun set. Peter trudged off whistling as he went. He had been playing under the willow trees with his brothers and sisters. (What kind of soil do willow trees like best? Should you think they would grow well in Holland? Why?) He said good-bye and started to go home. Sixth Day. (Review by questioning.) After Peter had left home his mother was busy all the afternoon. She got supper ready for Peter and his papa and the rest of the family. She was going to have a good supper, for she knew they would be hungry. His father was one of the men who tended the dykes. There were little gates in the river dykes that they could open and let the water thru when they wished to irrigate the land. When these gates were closed the water could not get thru. When they wished to irrigate they opened the sluice gates and let the water thru. (Have you ever seen land irrigated? How was it done?) In the afternoon Peter's mother began to look for him. She watched and watched but he did not come. So she said something must have happened that he did not start home earlier. She thought he might stay all night and come early in the morning. His father came home very tired-too tired to go for Peter. They all went to bed thinking that Peter would come early in the morning. (Read to class first five stanzas of poem.) But where do you suppose little Peter was and what was keeping him? He started home just as his mother had told him to do— early enough to be safe at home before dark. He stopped to pick a few flowers, for he had plenty of time, and to listen to the waves dashing against the dykes. He said: "It is well, wicked old sea, that the sluice gates are so strong and that my father tends them so carefully, for you would like to break thru and flood our lands and carry away our houses and drown us. Just then he thought he heard something like water trickling thru the dyke. Oh how frightened he was! He dropped his wild flowers and ran over to the place from which the sound came. There he saw a little stream of water no larger than his hand coming thru the dyke. He knew if it was not stopped up at once before morning it would be so large that it would break thru the dyke and flood the whole country. "He was thoroly educated, taught the first Latin class and held important offices in church and town."-(Memoirs of Cary He put his little hand over the hole and found that it kept Sisters.) the water from coming thru. He held his hand tight and commenced calling for help. He put his ear down to the ground to see if he could hear any one coming. (Why did he do that? Did you ever see any one listen in that way? Speak of putting the ear to the railroad track to see if the train is coming. See note.) Poor little Peter could not hear any one coming so he kept on calling and calling, watching and listening, holding his hand over the leak all the while, but no one came. Then he began to grow very weak and tired, and it was so dark that he could not hardly see, but still he held his hand over the leak. (Why didn't he leave the hole in the dyke and run home and tell his father? Heroism, bravery, self-sacrifice.) John Cary was five generations removed from the Cary sisters. Despite the marked personal modesty of both sisters they evinced an ingenious pride and delight in their ancestry. They were proud of their descent. This was especially true of Phoebe. At early ages they began to write down in "uncertain lines" their first poems. Alice at the age of fifteen showed her taste for writing by frequently improving the poor verses printed in her reader and in writing original ones in her copy book. Phoebe's first poem was printed when she was but fourteen years old. She sent it to a publisher secretly without telling even Alice. Peter thought of his little brothers and sisters at home asleep Cincinnati paper. in their nice warm beds. He thought of his father and mother and called to them again and again. Then he began to feel very numb and sleepy, and then he did not know any more-the poor little boy was so nearly frozen to death. His mother got up early in the morning; she had worried about him all night. In the meanwhile their mother and two sisters had died— a sorrow which left its stamp on their young lives. A step-mother had entered their home who had not the slightest sympathy with their literary taste. Hard, uncultured and utilitarian-she had nothing in common with the refined, esthetic natures of the sisters. Then followed months of severe trial. Unable to follow their favorite occupation of reading and She was watching the pathway for him just as she had done studying, the hours of the day crowded with household duties, the day before. She saw some one coming. It was some of the neighbors bringing little Peter home to her. Early in the morning they had found him unconscious and almost dead, with his little hand still over the hole in the dyke keeping the water out. This was many years ago, but the Holland people still remember it and they tell the story to their children. (How little Peter got well and every one felt so grateful to him?) They taught their children to be brave and true and to love their country and their homes as Peter did. Read entire poem. Memorize as much of the poem as the childran can without effort. NOTE. Two experiments with conducting sound: 1. Tie a spoon to the middle of a string. Wind the ends of the string around the fingers. Put the fingers in the ears. Strike the spoon against something. 2. Touch one end of a stick or lead pencil to the teeth and touch the other end to the desk. Scratch the desk. The pencil conducts the sound. The Cary Sisters. Alice Cary was born on the 26th day of April, 1820, and in the same house September 4, 1824, was born her sister and life long friend, Phoebe. This house was low and small- -a humble farm house in the Miami Valley, near Cincinnati, Ohio. The family circle included father, mother and brothers and sisters to the number of nine. The memories of this home form the theme of many of their tenderest poems and appear and reappear in the verse of both sisters as long as they lived. The Cary family traced its lineal descent to John Cary, who in turn traced his to Thomas Cary, who was a cousin of Queen Elizabeth. "John Cary came to Plymouth colony in 1630 and was prominent and influential among the Pilgrim Fathers. and the luxury of a tallow candle at night to study by became the subject of much dissension between step-daughters and step mother. Their library at this time consisted of half a dozen books, including a bible and hymn book. Fortunately for the sisters this life did not continue long. The father prepared a new home for his wife and left his children in peace in the old homestead. In 1850 Alice Cary removed to New York City. Then began their life together which extended over a period of twenty years. Their early years there were marked by struggle; the strictest economy and hard work being necessary to eke out subsistence. Gradually they won their way to the position they finally occupied. Their home became a literary center-a favorite resort for the bright minds of their locality. What is true Aim of Education? Here are some of them: The question has had many answers. Chinese: To impress traditional ideas and customs and to preserve the established order of Society. Ancient India: To preserve caste distinctions and to prepare for absorption into Nirvana. Ancient Persia: Physical strength and moral rectitude. Ancient Hebrews: Sparta: To train soldiers. Athens: Beautifu soul in beautiful body. Rome: To make a man fit to perform justly, skilfully and magnanimously all the offices, both public and private, of peace and war. Socrates: To d spel error and discover truth. Plato: To give to body and soul all the beauty and all the perfection of which they are capable. Aristotle: Attainment of happiness thru perfect virtue. Seneca: Not for school but for life. Charlemagne: To make intelligent citizens. Monastic Schools: To foster interests of the church. Burgher Schools: To train for the practical wants of life. Erasmus: General education to prepare for future duties. Melancthon: General education for service as citizen and subjeet. Montaigne: To make "men" before specialists. Rabelais: To form a complete man, skilled in art and industry. cation. County Superintendents. Elected June 6, 1898. County Superintendent. W. R. Privett........... C. L. Gilbert.. H. A. Ball........ E. V. Littlefield. .....Supreme Treasurer (Formerly U. S. International Revenue Collector.) JOSEPH A. WHITE, A. M., M. D...... Supreme Medical Examiner (Professor Richmond University College of Medicine.) REV. J. Y. DOWNMAN. S. GALESKI Supreme Chaplain ...Supreme Secretary Now, as to the system in the conduct of the Guild, we start with the proposition that there are no lodge dues to pay, and the amount of the monthly payment does not increase with age, and with one exception, women are as eligible for membership as men, and upon the same terms. He begins to pay the secretary of his chapter during the month following his admission the regular monthly payments according to fixed rates graduated upon the age of the member and the amount of his benefit, and at the age of seventy he has the privilege of applying for the old age disability benefits, which is equal in amount to all the payments he has made, less his sick benefits, or he may continue membership at his option. The Guild is regularly setting aside a substantial reserve and emergency fund, which insures equity, permanency and stability. There is now nearly $200,000 in this fund. Memberships are non-forfeitable, and the American Guild is the pioneer in this peculiar feature of its management. Members in good standing, unable or unwilling to continue their payments after six consecutive years or longer, may become special members, in which case one-half the amount he has paid in is placed to the credit of such special member, if applied for at the end of six years, and five per cent of the regular monthly payments is added to each additonal year of membership, until the amount reaches all the monthly payments con tributed. The benefits are payable to the special member when he reaches the age of seventy years, or previously to his family in case of his death. Persons are admitted to the highest benefit ($5000) up to the age of forty-five years, inclusive. The highest benefit to which person from forty-six to fifty-five are admitted is Grade 3 ($3000). Persons over fiftyfive years of age are not eligible to membership. Mr. R.W. McGarvie, 19 Montgomery Street, San Francisco, represents the Association in California. His portrait heads this article. |