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THE NEW BROWNING AUTOMATIC RIFLE This new weapon, which weighs only fifteen pounds, can be fired, as shown above, from the same position as an ordinary service rifle and is vastly more effective.
The photograph shows it in the hands of Senator Wadsworth, of New York, during the recent public tests in Washington
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À DUMMY DREADNOUGHT THAT DECEIVED THE GERMANS Wooden dreadnoughts like the above, lying at anchor near British seaports, and built to duplicate exactly certain battle-ships, are said to have deceived the Germans for several months while their counterparts were convoying transports across the Atlantic. This in a way "evens up" the feat of the Germans in adding an extra
smokestack to the Emden during her spectacular career, and so leading the British to believe that she was the British cruiser Yarmouth
one of us he'll turn around to that long row of heads, and he'll him in, with his dirty, mean stain upon him. Never. You'll see. say :
sergeant, when your time comes. Give those tendons another * • Blessed animals in the fields of paradise, is this a man ten minutes !" that should enter in ?' !
Next morning John G. walked out of his stall as fresh and “And if the animals—they that were placed in his hands on as fit as if he had come from pasture. Anil to this very day, is earth to prove the heart that was in him—if the immortal ani the stable of A Troop, John G., handsome, happy, and able, mals say aught against that man, never will the good saint let does his friends honor.
Next week will be published the second of this series of three stories. Its title is “ Hot Weather"
TO A SCHOOLMATE-KILLED IN ACTION
BY HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER
Gordan Rand, we saw you last
On a baseball field at play :-
" Gordan died in France to-day !”
Vanisbed when that message came :-
As a torch of living flame.
Ere our first few hundreds fell
It was your proud lot to fall
In the vanguard of us all.
Gordan Rand, the men who die
As the pledge of hosts to come
And an ever-sounding drum.
We who still must wait and pray
For one chance to serve our land
We salute you,—Gordan Rand I
ARNUM and Bailey's circus had just come to town. I in their pockets feeling for the dime or quarter that isn't there. heard the roar of the lions and the trumpeting of the with wistful faces shining through the dirt. That shine comes
elephants when still a block away from Madison Square from the same old thrill we used to have when we were boys Garden.
and wished very much for something we didn't have the money
Quickly came the reply from a blueeyed, curly-haired
“ Cheese it, a cop!” in every direction suddenly vanished my
“ “Fagin” who teaches boys to pick pockets is no greater menace of them, and have never had reason to change my new point of to society than the junkman who encourages boys to become view. I have grown to feel with them, and to care. So there has thieves by receiving from them stolen goods. So serious has this come about a better understanding of these “ misfit” boys who menace become that the New Jersey Legislature has recently make up the “wishing squads ” of our city streets.
passed a law making it a State's prison offense to buy junk from Maybe I was born with lots of faith in “ misfit” boys. We a boy under sixteen years of age. Legal evidence sufficient to had one in our town when I was young. Perhaps that is why the convict them seems difficult to get, and the junkmen continue to term "original good” has always seemed to me to be a fair smile and make their illegitimate profit. working hypothesis. In fact, I sometimes think it works out With honest labor in great demand and juvenile delinquency even better in practice than the other more orthodox term, on the increase, why should not the Government conscript the
original sin.” Yes, I have faith-lots of it-in“ bad” boys; junkmen and put them at some honest job that does not help the same
of faith I have in seed corn, potatoes, wheat, rye, to make criminals out of the boys of the street ? and in the soil. The potential is in the seed and in the soil and Mr. Edison has said : “Let me have the pay the truant in every boy, but the Eternal Wisdom seems to require some one officers get each year, and I'll make all the boys scoot to school.” with common sense and common humanity to raise crops or to Adapt the fascination of the movies to the needs of the class. make worthy men out of “ misfit” boys,
room, and a very potent cause for truancy will be made to pul] You will recall that in some parts of the Far West large areas in the right direction. of seemingly desert lands were formerly given up to sage-brush, The potential for the making of a noble man is in the soul of cactus, and rattlesnakes. Then some men with a vision and with every normal boy. an understanding came along; they tapped the life-giving A wonderful harvest of men awaits those who have a vision lakes among the mountains and they brought the water to the of the larger motherhood and the larger fatherhood ; who " wishing ” soil. Homes were built and children played where understand what it means to a boy to feel, perhaps for the first formerly lurked the rattlesnakes. The sage-brush and the cactus time in his life, that “ somebody cares” and is willing to give gave way to the green grass, the fruit, and the flowers.
him a square deal; who have grown by experience to realize The soil of the desert was not really " totally depraved ” that the largest compensation in life does not come to us in terms only judged so from its fruits. When neglect gave way to of cash, but in terms of satisfaction. understanding and the proper means were used to bring out It was said to me by a philosophical friend, “Men understand the dormant energy of the soil, abundant harvests were the dogs and horses better than they do boys. Whether men utterly result.
forget their own boyhood or simply misremember it, it is true All normal boys, whether we call them “good” boys or that they misunderstand boys as completely as if boys belonged " bad” boys, are just bundles of energy seeking expression, to another species of creature.” our“ wishing squad." If the wishes of these boys are wisely For whatever reason, life is not arranged with much thought directed and satisfied by intelligent parents and teachers, we to the natural needs of boys or with much sign of insight into will get the expression of this energy through their spiritual the boy heart. Education, restraint, rebuke, all are arranged and moral growth which we want for the making of men. But with too little imagination for boy impulses that not only cannot if neglected or misdirected this energy will find for itself ways be eradicated but that should not be eradicated. They do not of expression in anti-social acts which lead to the making of sufficiently recognize the boy as a person. We read of boy hard . crooks—a harvest of enemies of society instead of noble men ships in biography with immense sympathy and resentment, and and good citizens.
too often forget that the next wishing youngster we meet, par Every State has its “human dump heap" for delinquent ticularly if he is breaking some rule in the making of which he boys who have committed some anti-social act, such as truancy, has had no voice, is potentially living the first chapter of a vagrancy, incorrigibility, larceny, or“ breaking and entering biography. (I have been a trustee of one of these human dump heaps for I want to see the world made safe for boys. I want to see several years)—an institution to which boys are committed by boys taken into the game, and not shoved aside as common the Juvenile Court to serve time for delinquency.
enemies whose rights, wishes, needs, and potentialities are to When one glances up from the formidable-looking commit be considered only in biographical retrospect. If the boyhood ment paper into the frank, open face of the boy, one naturally of Lincoln was important, not only to Lincoln but to the world, asks: "What got you into trouble, son ?” The answer is almost so every boy's boyhood is important; for though he may never invariably the same: “ Playing hooky.” “Why didn't you go be a Lincoln, he is, and will be, a factor one way or another in to school ?” “ The teacher was down on me,” or “I didn't like the welfare of the group in which he grows up. To thwart, the teacher,” or “I didn't like school.” “What did
badger, or belittle him is to lose sight, not only of something when you weren't in school ?” “ Went wid de gang:
» • What
that belongs to him, but of possibilities for good or evil which did the gang do ?” “ Crooked copper, brass, an' things like it is our business to consider for the sake of the humanity op that.” “Where did you sell it?" "To de junkman." "What which his qualities will react. did you do with the money ?” “ Went to the movies or bought The Hindus say, “My neighbor is myself in another body.” eats and candy."
It is every man's duty to say, “This boy is myself in a younger Probably ninety per cent of “ delinquent” boys will answer body--perhaps a body badly housed, badly fed, badly taught. these questions in almost exactly the same language. Most of badly governed, and, by the will of God, badly tempted. I shall these boys have had very unfavorable home conditions, caused do for him what I should like to have done for me in these con. by poverty, drunkenness, or the death of a parent.
ditions. I shall not too quickly and smugly say, 'My licking The public schools are inadequately equipped to interest the did me good,' or “ My hardships were the making of me,' bui wild boy who has not been properly domesticated. He does not try to remember how many boys were ruined by lickings blindly fit into the nice round hole prepared for him in the school sys
administered in the wrong way at the wrong time, and how tem. There is not time, and there is little inclination, to trim the frequently needless and preventable tortures of hardships have hole to fit the boy, so the teacher“ trims” the boy, and the scattered human wrecks along the pathway of life. I shall try truant officer, when he can catch him, is kept busy dragging the to remember that it is not what I needed (if by a miracle i reluctant urchin back to school.
remember that), but what this individual boy wishes and needs, Nature abhors a vacuum. So does a boy, whether it is in his that is to determine my conduct toward him--my conduct per. stomach or in his pocket.
sonally and as a member of human society.” When a bunch of boys“ on the hook” get together, each one When this has become the common vision, there will no having an empty stomach and empty pockets, nature finds cause longer be a “boy problem.”
him in, with his dirty, mean stain upon him. Never. You'll see
THE OUTLOOK one of us he'll turn around to that long row of heads, and he'll say:
sergeant, when your time comes.
Give those tendons another " Blessed animals in the fields of paradise, is this a man
ten minutes !!” that should enter in ?!
Next morning John G. walked out of his stall as fresh and “ And if the animals—they that were placed in his hands on as fit as if he had come from pasture. And to this very day, in earth to prove the heart that was in him--if the immortal ani the stable of A Troop, John G., handsome, happy, and able mals say aught against that man, never will the good saint let does his friends honor. Next week will be published the second of this series of three stories.
Its title is "Hot Weather"
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ARNUM and Bailey's circus had just come to town. I in their pockets feeling for the dime or quarter that isn't there heard the roar of the lions and the trumpeting of the with wistful faces shining through the dirt. That shine comes
elephants when still a block away from Madison Square from the same old thrill we used to have when we were boys Garden.
and wished very much for something we didn't have the money As I came nearer, that peculiar circus smell reminded me of to buy. They were there around the entrance to Madisc those early days when the coming of the circus was the great Square Garden, dozens of them- barefooted, ragged, dirty, and event of my life, when it caused thrills to radiate from my solar happy. plexus all through my body. What a delightful tingling in my Mingling with the bunch, I asked, “What are you kids doing toes and finger-tips! How I clutched that quarter of a dollar in here ?" my pocket for fear it might somehow get away! It was earned, “ We's just wishin'." if I remember rightly, by selling a snared partridge (or was it a “What are you wishing ?” muskrat's skin ?).
Quickly came the reply from a blue-eyed, curly-haired Have you forgotten that time when you were a boy yourself, youngster: "Say, mister, we's wishin' some rich when every day was filled with wishing and every night with come along and buy us all tickets into de circus, see ? Another dreams? You were all alive then. Every fiber of your being volunteered, “ I'se wishin' I was a horseback-rider like that gu like the taut strings of a violin, was seeking expression. If you on de poster;" and another, “ I'se wishin' I lived in de country have forgotten those days, I beg of you don't read on, for you an’ the circus come and pitched de tent near where I was won't understand.
livin'." I am writing this for the gray-haired men who love to play “What would you do then ?" I asked. with children and with whom the children love to play; whose “Gee, I'd sneak in under de tent mighty quick, an' so work souls have never withered up, and never will ; who can under
all de udder guys." stand a boy because their hearts are still young, though their Around the corner strode a policeman, and at the cry legs may be reluctant to jump a three-rail fence.
Cheese it, a cop!" in every direction suddenly vanished my My friends, then, who understand, you will recall that fringe
“ wishin' squad." of kids which is always around the entrance to a circus, hands Those fluttering rags ana pattering feet were gone, but they
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