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THE SUNDAY OEEGONIANr EOBTLAND, FEBRUARY 21 l&Oi.
HERMIT AND THE "WISE LITTLE GIRL
Talc of an Orphan "Who Visited a Lonely Man at the Seashore.
GH!" said the Tabby Cat, T hate
this "weather," and she sat under
the steps o the Hermit's hut.
where she -was slightly sheltered from the
cutting wind, and tucked her paws under
her.
"If I could fly," said the Lame Gull,
wistfully. "I should not mind the cold."
The Fiddler Crab scuttled up a sand
hillock and gazed out over the gloomy
sea.
"The cold doesn't hurt me any," he
said, "but the poor old Hermit -will suffer.
He needs some one to take care of him,
at his age."
"That's It," said the Tabby Cat, and the
Xrome Gull together. "He needs some
one to take care of him."
Now the Hermit lived on a little point
of land that extended far out into the
eca, so that there was blue water to the
north of it and blue water to the west
of it and blue water to the east, but to the
south there was Just sand and little scrub
by wind-beaten trees.
Every morning the Hermit went a-flsh-Ing,
and the wind blew from the east and
from the west and from the north over
the wide, cold sea, and shook the little
hut where the Tabby Cat and the Lame
Gull sat and shivered by the flreless
hearth, while the Fiddler Crab dug deep
into the sand outside.
"IVa a long wait until evening." said
the Lame GulL "I wish It was time for
the Hermit to come back." But the wa
tery sun that glimmered through the gray
haze shpwed that Jt was just noon, and
the Hermit never returned until after
dark.
"Why, there he Is now," said the Fid
dler Crab, whose popping eyes had made
out a black speck riding on the top of the
waves.
"He is early," said the Tabby Cat, as
Ehe rose and stretched herself.
"It isn't the Hermit," said the Fiddler
Crab suddenly, "It's a raft with a small
person on It, and she is holding on tight."
They all ran down to the edge of the
curling waves, the Tabby Cat taking long
leaps, the Lame Gull half limping, half
flying, and the Fiddler Crab going side
wise and working his one claw like a
Bail.
When they reached the beach they stood
in a row and watched the raft.
On the raft was a Wiso Little Girl. She
was an orphan, and she had lived for a
Jong time with an aunt, but one day the
aunt had married a man with five chil
dren, and after a while the Wise Little
Girl, who was really very wise indeed,
found that the food and clothes that were
given to her were needed for the five chil
dren, so she packed a little bundle and
started away to seek her fortune, "and,"
said the Wise Little Girl, "I shall travel
and travel and travel until I find some
one who needs me very badly, and then I
shall stop."
So she kissed all the five children who
were sleeping In their llttlo beds, left a
note for her aunt, launched her raft on
the wide, wide sea, and sailed away.
When she saw the three strange com
panions on the shore, she clapped her
hands.
"Poor little things." she said, "they cer
tainly need some one to take them out of
the cold," so she Janded then and there.
Xhe Tabby Cat came rubbing around
her feet, but the Lame Gull and the Fid
dler Crab stood back half afraid: but
when the Wise Little Girl turned her
pleasant fact to them and spoke to them
In her soft, sweet voice, they followed
her straight to the hut.
The Wise Little Girl knocked at the door
of the Hermlfs hut once, then she knocked
ING RIGAMAJIG, of tho Inkyink
tribe, in the heart of Africa, was
worried almost out of his velvety
black skin; for Winker, Clinker, Tinker
and Blinker, four apes from tho forest,
had conceived tho Idea of annoying him
In a peculiar and subtle way that was
enough to drive any one out of his skin.
King or no King.
The trick that Winker, Clinker, Tinker
and Blinker had studied out was to hide
in a bamboo tree directly in front of tho
King's palm-leaf thatched palace It was
only a hut, and you had to crawl Into It
on hands and knees, but it sounded more
royal and kingy to call it a palace and
then to stare at him until he went nearly
wild.
What bothered him most was that the
treo was so small that ho couldn't see
for the life of him how the four monkeys
could hide in it, especially as he knew
that they were of a Quarrelsome disposi
tion and that sno monkey of that tribe
would ever let 'another one crowd him.
King BigamaJIg became so much an
noyed by this problem that he was al
most tempted to kill the four .tormentors.
But he knew too well that even a King
could not dare to do this without being
slain by his people, for the Inkylnks be
lieved Implicitly that all their relatives
turned into monkeys when they died.
There was some reason for this belief.
"Winker, Clinker, Blinker and Tinker
looked most amazingly like the King's
grandfather and his brother and his aunt
and his uncle.
King BigamaJIg was not a person who
loved to ponder and think. Thinking gave
him a pain in his head. Tet the four
monkeys were in the bamboo tree when
ever he looked at it, and so he simply
had to think and think till his wool
WE NEED HER HERE ALL THE TEEE."
twice, and then she knocked three times,
and as no one answered, she opened the
door and went in.
It was a dull, cold little place. The floor
was dirty, and there were cobwebs In the
corners, for the Hermit, poor man, was
always too tired when he came In to
clean up properly, and there was no one
else to do it.
"My," said the Wise Little Girl, "what
a place!" and she opened one of the
dusty windows and let the cold, fresh air
blow in. Then she looked around care
fully. "It needs a good cleaning," she said, and
went to work.
First she built a fire In the stove and
put the kettle on to heat. Then when the
water was hot she lifted the Tabby Cat
and the Lame Gull to the top of the table
out of the way, but the Fiddler Crab she
turned out into the sand, for she was a
llttlo bit afraid of his claw; then she
scrubbed the floor with sand and soap and
water until It was white as foam. After
that she washed the windows and polished
the stove, and all the time she worked
she sang a gay, little song.
"What a lovely child," said the Tabby
Cat to the Lame Gull, as she stretched
herself luxuriously on the clean floor in
front of the blazing fire and licked her
fur.
The Lame Gull preened his draggled
feathers in lazy comfort. "We need her
here all the time," he said.
HOW DID TIIEY HIDE AWAY SO THAI 2OXE INTERFERED
pulled atits very roots and ho would roar
with anguish.
You can see for yourself that it would
not be delightful to have four unwinking
monkey faces looking at you from dawn
to night from your bamboo tree, so that
whatever you did, whether you played
the piano or sharpened a spear or did
embroidery work or sentenced your ene
mies to death, you would be doing it un
der eight staring eyes that never turned
away from you. And then, if you had
to wonder how four big monkeys could
pack themselves away in a small tree,
you would surely get a headache.
King Rigamajlg got a headache. It
was the first and only one that he had
felt since the day when he was hit over
the head by a big warclub full of spikes,
when he went on the warpath against
IClng WhisselslsseL of the Makaronee
tribe.
When Kings have headaches, their sub
jects may soon expect to have no heads
at alL This thought made the King's
Prime Minister. Hoklpokl, the Wise Man.
anxious to get rid of the four monkeys.
So one morning before the sun rose he
went to the bamboo tree and lifted his
voice.
"Oh, noble and flcahltten brothers of
the woods!" he cried. "You are worry
ing our noble and majestic monarch,
Bigamajlg. into an early grave. Go
away! Please go away!"
Clinker, Winker. Blinker and Tinker
laughed aloud.
"We will have a donation party for you
If you will most graciously condescend to
go away." continued old Hoklpokl. "We
will give you 14 bushels of bananas and
seven bushels of plain tains and 65 cocoa
nuts." "Done!" yelled the monkeys. "If you
I will give us the donation, and if. in ad-
J ditlon, old Rigamajlg will guess Just how
j we pack ourselves away in the tree wlth
J cut interfering with one another or over
, lapping, .we will go away and, stay away."
"Indeed we do," echoed the Fiddler
Crab, who had crept back into the hut.
After the Wise Little Girl had cleaned
everything that could bo cleaned, she
looked Into the little cupboard and found
salt pork and a fresh fish and potatoes
and onions, and she soon had a delicious
fish chowder bubbling on the stove.
"There must be someone to come
home," she said to the admiring Tabby
Cat and the Gull and tho Crab, "or there
would not be things In here to eat. and
whoever comes needs a good dinner on
this stormy night," and sho put the cof
feepot over the coals.
Outside the wind blew and blow and
blew, and the waves roared and raged,
and It grew later and later, but the Her
mit did not come, and at last the faithful
Tabby Cat became uneasy and meowed to
go out. and the Wise Little Girl let her
go, and the anxious Tabby Cat ran down
to tho beach and sat there In the storm
and watched and watched the dark waters
for some sign of her master.
He came after awhile, fighting against
the cruel waves that tried to wash him
out of his little boat, and when ho climbed'
over the side and waded In to shore he
was half dead with cold and fatigue. He
staggered towards his hut with the wor
ried Tabby Cat at his heels. He stumbled
up the steps and the Wise Little Girl
heard him coming and opened the door,
and when the Hermit Oooked Into thf
bright room with Its white, white floor
and Its rod. red fire and with the fragrant
steam rising from the shining pots, ht
WITH THE OTHER?
"Alas!" thought old Hoklpokl to him'
self. "The King can never guess it. It
makes him tired even to remember hi3
own name. I wonder where I can get
hold of a good guesser."
"Nothing easier!" said the King, when
old Hokipokl explained the trouble to
him. "We'll go out and catch a guesser.
and if he doesn't suceed we'll catch an
other, and so on till we catch one that
will work."
So the Inkyink tribe dressed itself in
leopard skins and stuck skewers into its
various noses and put feathers on its
various heads and sharpened its various
spears. Then it went forth and in the
next village It caught an intelligent and
industrious native who looked like a good
guesser.
King Higimajlg told him what he would
have to guess; and to encourage him he
explained to him that if he didn't guess
it before 6 P. M., Greenwich time, he
would be tied to a tree and used for a
target. "But," said the King kindly, "we
will paint a bullseye on you, and no arrow
that hits you will count unless It's in the
bullseye, so don t you worry. We will
do everything acordlng to the interaation
al tournament rules."
The guesser decided on the spur of the
moment' that the best thing he could do
was to guess against time, for he had
not had enough experience as a target
to feel confident that he could act as ono
with complete pleasure to himself. So
he 'guessed till his hair actually sizzled
from the labor.
And at 4:35 P. by his crocodile-skin
chronometer he had worked out the posi
tions in which the hidden bodies of the
monkeys were. So they let him go. And
the monkeys seized the donation' and re
tired from the scene.
In the picture you will see how the
monkeys were hidden in the tree. Can
you adjust the bodies to the heads so
that no monkey will Infringe on his neigh
bor
passed his .hand over his forehead.
"It is a dream," he murmured, and fell
Into tho chair which the Wise Little Girl
had placed for
"Drink this," said the Wise little Girl
in her pleasant voice, as she brought him
coffee in a big white cup. While he
drank it the Tabby Cat and the Lame Gull
and the Fiddler Crab sat at his feet and
murmured to each other. "He must like
her, she Is so kind. He will surely let her
stay."
Presently when the hot drink had re
vived the Hermit, he looked at the Wise
Little Girl, whose cheeks were pink as
she stirred the chowder.
"How did you come here?" he asked
wonderingly.
"By the way of the eca," said the Wise
Little Girl, "and when I looked Into your
hut and found It needed me. I stayed to
clean It. and now;" she went on briskly
as she lifted the kettle from the fire. "I
am glad I am here to make you comfort
able on this stormy night."
She poured some of the chowder into a
big blue bowl and set It on the table, then
she put the rest into a little dish for the
Cat and the Gull and the Crab.
"The poor things must be very hun
gry," she said to the Hermit, "and they
have waited so patiently."
The three companions gathered around,
the dish which she had set on the hearth
and waited impatiently for tho food to
cool.
"Did you ever see such thoughtfulnessT"
said the Tabby Cat.
"Never," said the Fiddler Crab, "and
while I prefer my fish raw, I shall eat
chowder Just for her sake."
"Look," 6aid the Lame Gull, softly.
Then they saw the old Hermit reach out
his trembling hand and lay it on the
bright head of the Wise Little Girl.
"Stay with me." he said, "for I am
a lonely old man and I need you." v
"If you need me I should love to stay,"
said the Wise Little Girl, happily, and
shtf smiled at the Hermit, nnd the Hermit
smiled back, and the Tabby Cat purred,
and the Lame Gull whistled contentedly.
out tne tiddler crab waved his one claw
In the air and looked very fierce. But that
was really Just his way of showing that
ho" was the very happiest Fiddler Crab
that ever walked sidewlse.
PLACES IT IS WELL TO
AVOID
iS places of residence neither the
Bahrien Islands, in the Persian Gulf,
nor the City of Yakutsk, Siberia, have
much to offer in the way of climate.
In Bahrien you cook and in Yakutsk you
freeze. Bahrien is said to be the hottest
place in the world. .The thermometer
often registers between HO and 120 deg.
night and day for months at a time. This
rather beats Fort Yuma, Ariz., which is
considered the hottest place In the United
States.
Yakutsk Is called the coldest city in tho
worjd. The thermometer frequently regis
ters 73 deg. below zero.
Though Yakutsk Is the coldest city In
the world, Verkhoyansk, In northeast
ern Siberia, claims to be the coldest In
habited place on the globe, the thermom
eter registering SO deg. below zero In
January
It also claims to be the place possess
ing the most variable climate, for while
It is 90 below in January, it is 6 above
in the shade In August during the day
with a drop down to freezing every Mid
summer night.
The wettest place in the world is Grey-
town, Nicaragua, where the annual rain
fall is 260 inches.
The dryest place In the world is prob
ably the Rainless Coast of Northern
Chile. They have a shower there about
n-jce in every ten years. Nothing grows
oh this desolate strip of barren coast and
the dreary towns from which the nitrates'
and the minerals mined in that region are
shipped depend for their subsistence upon
food brought to them In ships from the
fertile strips to tho north and south of
the desert.
Northern Russia and the shores of the
French Congo are said to be the cloudiest
places in the world, and for fog there Is
no region like the Grand Banks, the south
era coast of Newfoundland and the waters
off Nova Scotia.
This region is one of fog for a largo
part of the year; and the very home of
the fog Is the island of Grand Manan, at
the entrance of the Bay of Fundy, where.
the sailors declare, the natives manu
facture fog. When a bank of especially
thick fog is seen approaching over the
waters the mariners turn to each other
and say, "The Grand Mananera are" at
work."
A Deed and a Word.
Charles Mackay.
A little stream had lost its way
Amid the grass and fern;
A passing stranger scooped a well,
Where weary men might turn;
He walled It In, and buns' with care
A ladle at the brink;
He thought not of the deed he did.
But Judged that all might drink.
He passed again, and lot the well.
By Summer never dried,
Had cooled ten thousand parching- tongues.
And saved a life beside.
A nameless man amid a crowd
That thronged the dally mart.
Let fall a word of hope and love.
Unstudied, from the heart;
A whisper on the tumult thrown,
A transitory breath
It raised & brother from the dust.
It saved a soul from death.
O germ! O fount! 6 word of love!
O thought at random cast!
Ye were but little at the first.
But mighty at the last.
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fWfoefa room.
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ROMANTIC TRIP OF HANS AND JULY
Chapter HL Searching- for Pygmy Land They Escape From an Angry Farmer.
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HEN Hans and Tuly were aroused
from their sleep under the hay
stack by the farmer and his sons,
they could make out some of tho words
addressed to them; but Hans whispered
to Tuly to keep silence and let him an
swer. As soon as they were at the house
tho farmer said:
"Now, then, I want you to flnd your
tongues and tell me all about it. Tou
Jnay be all right, but it 13 a strange
thing to find two children wandering over
tho country by themselves."
While Tuly stood with her finger In her
mouth and her'eyes cast down, Hans re
plied to the farmer. That Is, he talked
and motioned, but he knew that not one
word In ten would bo understood. If he
could not understand tho farmer he was
sure the farmer could not understand
him- That proved to be the case. After
he had talked for flvo minutes, and the
people of the house were no wiser, the
farmer held up his hands and cried out:
"Stop your talk! I can understand
nothing. I don't know what part of Ger
many you have come from that you
speak such a lingo. If my donkey couldn't
SCARCELY had Lycurgus Sulfermls
ter -wished that Prunella Trample
hopper would fly around and find
some way for them to get home, before
Prunella went swooping up into the air
on her broom as fast as a gull, .only not
quite so gracefully. Prunella did not
really want to leave Wlshy WIshy Land,
but sho couldn't help it once Iiycurgus
had made his wish.
Iiycurgus himself began to have his
doubts about going home almost the
minute he had wished it; for It occurred
to him that his rubber feet and his big,
fat body and his little, puffy face and hl3
crown might possibly seem unusual to his
playmates.
However, it was too late now. And Just
then Prunella Tramplehopper, who had
flown so high that she was only a speck
In the sky, came back with a loud whoop
Palaces Grand
Homes of Three
Tl O monarch in the world excels the
IT Czar of Russia In the splendor of his
palaces. Tsarskoye, near St. Petersburg,
where the Emperor has been staying re
cently, has a park around It which Is IS
miles in circumference.
One room of the palace has walls of
lapis lazuli and a floor of ebony Inlaid
with mother of pearL Another has walls
of amber curiously carved, and the walls
of a third are laid thick with gold.
In the throneroom of the palace of the
Shah of Persia there Is a carpet so thick
ly sown with pearls that the texture of
the cloth can hardly be seen. Near it Is
the throne of carved wood, studded with
Jewels valued at JS.COO.OOOl Near the throne
stands a huge silver case set with pearls
and turquoises, but, strange to say, along
side of It stands a cheap European paint
ed urn, such as can be bought anywhere
for a dollar.
The Shah has curious ideas about the
value of things, and on tho walls of
one room a painting by one of the old
masters hangs side by side with a gaudy
poster advertising a dealer in fishhooks.
In one room where are kept many curi
do better than that I would sell him for a
dollar."
Then he turned to his wife and said:
"I think they are brother and sister, and
perhaps they are orphans who are seeking
to find a friend or relative. If misfortune
has overtaken them I am sorry, but they
can't be allowed to roam around the
country this way. We will let them lie
here on the kitchen floor tonight, and In
the morning I shall call the constable to
see what he can make of them."
Hans and Tuly could not make out the
words, but they felt that they had got Into
trouble and were much downcast over It.
When the family went to bed, some straw
was spread on the kitchen floor for the
children to sleep on. and the door was
locked so that they could not steal away
in the night. When morning came they
were asked to eat breakfast with the
family, but it was no sooner over than
the farmer put on his hat and took up
his stick and said to his wife:
'T will now take these children to the
house of the constable and solve this
mystery. He can speak all dialects, and
he will soon have their story. If they are
runaways the parents will be sent for;
If they are orphans the law will provide
for them. Come on, you."
Hans know that they were going to be
questioned again, and feeling sure that
PBUNEIXA DISCOVERS THE WAT HOME.
and exclaimed that sho had found a way
to get home.
And the next moment Iiycurgus and Iu
dnda and Prunella were landed with a
terrible bump on the road Just outside of
Wlshy WishyJ and far away down tho
road they could see their own village,
with three mothers standing motionless,
but expectantly, at three doors, each with
a large stick in her hand. This sight an
noyed Lycurgus Sulfermlster noticeably,
and Prunella Tramplehopper at once hop
ped off Into the bushes with a howl of
dismay.
"The best we can do," said Lucinda
Candlsister, "is to take these things off."
"We can't," yelled Prunella Trample
hopper from the bushes. "I've been try
ing to get off this broom of mine and I
can't budge it."
"And my royal robes seem to have
taken root on me," said Lycurgus Sulfer
mlster gloomily.
"What you've got to do," said a little
and Otherwise
Absolute Monarchs.
ous articles of gold and silver heavy
with gems there is said to be an ordinary
toothbrush, which the Shah regards as
one of his greatest curiosities.
And everywhere about the palace are
cats. The Shah has a specimen of every
kind of cat of which he has ever heard,
and there Is hardly a country that Is not
represented in the feline army which it is
the pleasure of the Persian ruler to main
tain. If he hears of any sort of cat which is
new to him, he immediately gives orders
that it be purchased, no matter what the
price is. and it is possible that some or
dinary American tabby may be at this
moment luxuriating at the Shah's expense.
To take care of this assemblage of cats
there is a corps of well-paid officials.
The palace of the Emperor of Abyssinia
is a largo building built like a Swiss
chalet with a red tiled roof and white
washed walla. It is a very ordinary affair
and Is surrounded by huts and other in
ferior buildings. There Is nothing splen
did about the palace or Its furnishing,
and. Indeed, It would be considered as
quite lacking lit everything except slzo
as a residence for an American of moder
ate means.
But It is the palace of an Emperor,
they would be found out as runaways, he
said to Tuly almost as sdon a3 they had
left the house:
"If we go with this man we shall never
see the lost river or the people we have
talked about so much. Ton see he Is an
old man and is slightly lame. Both of us
can run fast, and when we get to that
bit of woods down there we must give
him the slip. When I start you must fol
low me and keep close at my heels."
"But if we run away the constable will '
chase us with dogs," replied the girl.
"Never you mind the constable and his
dogs, but be ready to do as I do."
The farmer had ordered the children
to walk on before him in order that ho
might keep an eye on them, and when
he heard them talking he cried out to
Hans:
"Ah, you young rescal, but I am taking
you to some one who will quickly under
stand that lingo of yours and make you
tell the truth about yourself! I don't
know about you. my boy. I think you aro
sharper than you look. Don't try to play
any tricks on me, however. I have my
eye on you both!"
Presently the three came to a place
where the road entered the woods, with
bushes In plenty among the trees, and
Hans suddenly called out "Now!" and de
parted into the woods to the right. Hj
was at 'once followed by Tuly, and they
quite disappeared among the trees before
the old farmer could understand that he
had been tricked. Then he flourished his
cane around and shouted at tho top of his
voice:
"Come back here, you rogues, como
back! If you don't come back the con
stable und his two dogs will be after you
withh an hour and the dogs will give you
many a bite before they are called off!
Do you hear me come back at once!"
The fleeing children heard his shouts,
and they could Imagine what he was say
ing, but they continued to run until they
were a mile away and out of breath.
Then Hans stopped and said:
"We have run so fast and so far that
the farmer cannot overtake us, even if ho
follows, and we need not run now. Wo
must, however, go forward at a fast walk,
as he will probably set the constable after
us."
"And will we bo bitten by dogs?" asked
Tuly as her lip trembled.
"If the dogs como we will climb a tree
and escape them."
After walking for another mile under
cover of the woods, the runaways headed
so as to come out on tho highway again.
Just as they reached it a carter came
along driving two big horses before an
empty wagon. He had been to market
with a load and was on his way home.
He was a man about 30 years old. with a
Jolly, good-natured face, and as he saw
the children standing by the roadway ho
stopped his horses and called out:
"Ah, now, but whom have we here?"
Hans understood fairly well what was
said, but before he could reply the team
ster continued:
"I see it is a couple of fat and good
looking children, and If you are going my
.way come right up here and ride with me.
Come right up and don't be afraid- of Carl
Dondewetter."
(To be continued.)
voice close beside them, "Is to take a
swim In the Unwlshlng Spring behind
those bushes there."
It was the lizard that had shown them
the way to the land of Wlshy Wlshy.
Immediately the adventurers rushed to
the spring and dived into It. And the mo
ment the waters closed over their heads,
the broom and royal, robes fell from Pru
nella Tramplehopper and melted away
like soapsuds; And the rubber feet and
the puffy cheeks and the crown and
things flew from Lycurgus Sulfermlster
and burst like soapbubbles. And Lucinda
Candlsister climbed out, the same nice
Luclnda that went away from home.
Then the three wended their way quiet
ly and solemnly toward their native vil
lage, and the three motionless figures
with sticks began to move.
The rest of this adventure would be of
a kind to grievo sensitive children, and
therefore we will conquer the temptation
to describe the scene that then ensued.
(The End.)
nevertheless, and of a powerful one. with
whom we have Just concluded a treaty.
Faults of American Schools.
, Chicago Chronicle.
Alfred Mosely Is an Englishman of
great wealth, whose attention was early
drawn to the superior qualities of young
Americans setting out to make their way
in life. Seeking the cause, he organized
an English commission to examine Amer
ican schools. He nald the cost of the
j whole proceeding, and what the sum of
his Judgment was appears In his placmg
his own sons In one of the New England
grammar schools.
Well as he, therefore, thinks of our
schools, he sees some faults In them. He
says that athletics are not practiced with
sufficient generality. He thinks we are
not particular enough In teaching our
English tongue. He Is right again. Wo
are not. He thinks we have too many
women teachers and too few men. Pos
sibly, but that depends on the fitness of
individuals more than on sex, though
there is something In his stricture.. He
thinks we are liberal enough, perhaps, in
expenditure, but we do not apportion ex
pense wisely that our school buildings
are too fine and showy, their material
equipment too elaborate, and their whole
cost too great, while the salaries we pay
are too small, not commensurate with the
standard of living we exact of the teach
er. Here again he is entirely right. Wo
dp spend too much money on school build
ings and plants and too little ou teachers.