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About Weekly Chemawa American. (Chemawa, Or.) 189?-198? | View Entire Issue (May 4, 1906)
4 THE CHEMAWA AMERICAN Cbe Cbemawa Jlmerican PublisKed Weehly at tKe United States Indian Training School. STAFF Editor-in-chief Fortunato Jayme, '06 TYPOS Louie John Webster Hudson Robert Cameron . Orson Bell Charlie Harris John McCush 'Calvin Darnell Gus Bowechop Julian Fernandez Subscription Price, 25 Cents a Year. Cmtbs of Five or Over 20 Cents. Entered at the Chemawa, Oregon, Postoffice as second-class mail matter. In a class of boys or girls at school or in 'the shops there will be found two or three that can be depended upon more than the others, and what a comfort these are to the teacher. The reliable boy, and the trusty girl let us have more of them. Last Sunday evening Mr. Forbes, gave some excellent advice on this subject, and if followed, will be the making of many good boys and girls. On Sunday afternoons, "Old Chema wa" is a favorite spot. Accompanied by a chaperon, you will rind groups of young people, who have wandered out there to spend a few hours. Under the bra nches of the gigantic fir trees some will be chatting of school life, and others of dear home, recalling some incident that has been brought to their minds by the beau tiful surroundings; and deeper in the woods you will find oihers enjoying a quiet game, while others have prepared a dainty lunch to be eaten in the cool of the evening. They have found a mossy log, which does double duty as a settee and table. You can hear the merrv laughter as you pass this group. jt makes you wish of course, but from the distance you hear a bugle call for sup. per, which tells you; that time is tlyin-. and you must hasten to answer roll call. The woods by this time are deserted. As you pass along the shady path you sec a squirrel run along a way side fence and up a tall tree near by, and as you watch the little creature peering through the branches you can almost hear it say, "the woods are mine now, .good bye! good bye!" May Day Thoughts My little tasks the little tasks even of my little life claim the divinest in spirations which the martyrdoms and the crusades of the most splendid souls require. Everywhere faith, or the capacity of receiving, has a power to claim and command the thing it mods .... an 1 how these spring days bear us witness that the soil acknowledges this power! no sooner does it feel the seed then it replies; it unlocks all its treasures of force; the little hungry black kernel is its master. "O seed, great is thy faith! the ground seems to say, "Be it unto thee as thou wilt;" and so the niii acle of growth begins. We talk about the glory of resigna tion to the inevitable: but the true glory is in resignation to the evitable. to stand unchained, with perfect power togo away; with perfect power certainty that no man will drive you back, to stand held only by the invisible chains of higher duty, and, so standing, to let the fire creep up to the heart, .... that i? the truer heroism. And thee are men and women whom we meet every day who are doing that. Philips Brooks.