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1 THE OREGON SUNDAY JOURNAL. PORTLAND. SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 8,, 1908. NATDR E AROUSES ARTISTIC IDEAS IN PORTLAND SCHOOL CHILDREN VIRBIIilA FROHl THE OCEAN How It Looked to an Oregon 0 Boy When He Left the Exposition. By Jerrold Owen, North Central . Ninth i ti lt was now tithe to leave. The whls tie blew and slowly the large vessel moved away, rrom tne city where I Had . spent a happy year. I was leaving1 Nor folk, un old city which still has left many reucs or the Revolutionary war. I rather hated to leave, yet I wished to fo bacic to the ' west, which la my ome. as we steamed up the Elizabeth river ana emerea Hampton roads, where naa been fought the historic battle of tho Merrimao and Monitor. - the sun was rays slowly died away, the Jamestown exposition, which was across the roads from us, and which I had visited, slowly began to light up. It was No vember 30, 1907, the last day of the exposition, and the last time it would ever be illuminated. Boon all the build ings were ablase with light, and the giant searchlight swept the sky In- all directions. Then, in front of us, sud denly loomed up the white, ghostly side of a. battleship, it was one of the few left of the great fleet of battleships from almost every nation on earth, which had been there that summer. There were few lights on deck, and the sailors were evidently below. Then the boat slowly, stopped, direct ly across from the exposition, at Old Point Comfort, a town which adjoins Fort Monroe.. As we did so a large, magnificent ocean-going steamship passed ua on the way to the port we had Just left. The rows of light from windows and Dortholes cast gleaming reflections on the water below. Clustered around Old Point Comfort were many oyster boats, so heavily laden that they were scarcely six inches above the water, their lights bowing and dipping with every wave, in tne foreground was the palatial Hotel Chamberlain, one of the finest oh the Atlantic coast. Our boat remained a minute, then, whistling, the throbbing of the engines beneath' us was resumed, and we steamed swiftly away. As we drew nearer the ocean and Chesapeake bay suddenly opened wide before us. the .lights, even the. searchlights, aWwly fatied away. I had taken my last glimpse of Virginia. As I turned and went into the salon of the ship, my ears caught the faint, silvery tone of a bugle blowing "laps" at old Fort Monroe. The next morning I awoke in Washington, Ik. C. Football By Grant Valck; N. I Central, Fourth A. it's quite a trick A football to kick. And very hard to catch it; Yet all boys say They love to play. And no other game match it. The River Danube'. By Ethel Horner. TerwIUIgar, Fifth B The Danube river rises in the south ern part of the German empire. It emp ties into the Black sea. Its length Is 1,800 miles. Along the lower Danube are some of the Interesting parts of Europe. The river flows across the great plain of Hungary, and between the Alps and the Balkan mountains. We are intensely interested In the strange sights-of the Hungary plains, because they resemble the Mississippi valley, for they have rolling prairies like those of Illinois and Iowa, and again It Is flat like Nebraska and Kan sas. We see vast crops of wheat, corn, oats and barley, and along the Danube river is one of the best wheat regions in the world. M , The wheat barges float up and down the river with many tons of wheat. The floating flour-mills go up and down the river and grind up all the wheat and then go on. . There are herds of horses, pigs, cat tle and sheep along the lower Danube. The cowboys of the Danube are al most as lively as those of the western plains. When they come into town they take off their sheepskin coats, put silk sashes around their waists and they have overcoats with embroidered flowers. Art Autumn Day. By Charles Bets, Shattuck, Eighth A. The air Is crisp and clear, and the birds have all flown south for the com ing winter. The wild geese sre heard aloft in the heavens. The trees are dressed in their best colors of scarlet, red, brown, yellow and gold, and in the woods the squirrels are chattering and gathering in their harvest ot nuts and corn. The boys are anxious for school to close in the afternoon, so they can father haael nuts, and the apples hang rom the trees, ripe and ready to be picked for winter use. Jack Frost has paid us a few visits, so the farmers are busy digging their potatoes and put ting them In the bins, and cutting their corn and shocking it, and are starting to husk it. The numpklns are turning yellow, and the time for pumpkin pies is near. Then Thanksgiving day is near, and the people are fattening their turkeys and chickens so they will be fat when the time comes. The days are growing short and it is pleasant to, sit by the fire in the evenings and read. The rains will soon set in. I IX- " 5 n i iu ii isnMiuim,) lunip i mu mum iuqm : ";V- v-fvwwvvc . 8 i"-! I MyD esire By Doris Goodell, Shattuck, Seventh B. Of all things in this world, I would rather be a good, true, womanly woman. Why? For many reasons. In the first place, what , Is the use of being a wo man at all if one Is not good, true, sweet and truly womanly In every way? That was what we women were, created for. It is the man's place to do the work, to make the plans; we women are to bring, comfort and happlness--to smooth over the rough places and auppiy the peace and harmony of life. A woman who is loved and henered for her gentleness, unselfishness and sweet, amiable, pleasing disposition that seems to me the greatest; thing a girl could work for. . - Of course, there are many women who are compelled to work: to support them selves. But must they be hard, heart-, less ereaturea as so many of them seem? Why An't they remain sweet and gen tle? Is business such a hardening tthfftgf ' If so, I hope I will never have VO uecome a ousinew wgmwi. Then there Is the woman who takes up music or art for pleasure. She may be sweeter, gentler, In a way, than the working woman-but I have often won dered if she is not the least 4)1 1 selfish. "A Peaceful 8cene"- -Drawn by Irene Strowbrldge, Ninth A. I love muaic myself and enjoy good pictures also,' but some way or other It seems to me mat musicians ana artists run their profession Into the ground. They get selfish and care for, live for, nothing else. Of course there are ex ceptions, as with the working woman, and everything else, but I mean -with women in general. But in spite of the exceptions, I think that if a girl works to be a real wo manly woman first, she can be some thing else later If the occasion demands it. TLc Book and the Pencil By Pauline Quappe, Shattuck, Seventh A. It was a dark windy night and nobody was in the schoolroom. All the children had gone home in the early part of the day. A book was lying on the floor and a pencil that dropped from one of the desks was lying near. When the wind had quieted down and the rain had ceased on the outside, a squeaky litis voice was heard from where the pencil lay. It was talking about the children: - "Oh, those horrid children," It said. "What is wrong," asked the book, "have they cut you again?" "My lead is almost gone and my wood is all cut to pieces. "I'm very sorry for you," said the book. l.V.MA! MimmuM-llvi- 1 1 ilium in in i ii v , ( . , j ' v Cf U Jj ' " A Japanese Boy's Idea of Hallowe'en By K. Shingo Shattuck School, Second A. "I know you are," said the pencil, "for ?ou look as If you had been illused, oo." "Tea," sadly answered the book. "I have been treated very badly in my last journeya" "Have you ever been anywhere else?" asked the pencil with a growing cur iosity. "Yes, I have travel eB very far In my short days," answered the book. "Tell me of your life," begged the pecil. "Some other time I will," said the book, "but it is growing daytime and the children will soon be here." "Did you ever have another mistress besides this one?" tfsked the pencil. "Yes, a very kind one," answered the book, "but the girl who owns me now sticks pins in me and throws me on the floor." The wind began to blow again and panes, so the voices could not be heard tne rain came nanennjr on tne window any longer. I f f a : A Manual Training Class la Action, SHATTUCK, NORTH CENTRAL, TERWILLIGER SCHOOLS A Bear Experience By Boy Lopham, North Central, Ninth B. Last summer 1 spent my vacation on a homestead of my father's in the Cascade mountains. My brother, a friend of ours, and I went up a week in advance of the others. - ' ' " We were supposed to stay at home and take care of the farm, but the "call qj the wild" was too much for us, and so a day after we had arrived ' found us on a camping trip for the purpose of hunting and fishing. - We went to the very head of a little valley, through which a trout stream flowed, and made camp. . On the way up the valley, we had met a settler who told us that there had been several bears killed In the vicinity. v ' The boys began to cook supper, and as I was not considered mucn or a cook, I took my shotgun and went out to look around. I loaded my" gun with buckshot and started up a trail to look for game. I had not gone 100 yards, North when what was my horror to behold in the brush not CO feet away, but a monstrous black bear. My hair stood on end, my knees knocked together, and I trembled from head to foot. would have fled, but , t remembered that I had sworn to shoot at the first bear I saw. With my heart in my mouth, I raised my gun, shot my eyes and fired. As soon as I recovered the use of my legs and lungs, I ran with al my might, and came tearing into camp yelling,- "A bear! a bear!" at the top of my voice. . Of .. course this, caused a great commotion. My brother would have taken first prise In a' sprinting match, and the other boy lay flat be hind a stump. - At last after we had recovered from the shock, we loaded our guns . and proceeded towards the brush where the carcass lay. Approaching cautiously, We beheld a large black stump with a hole' torn In the bark. W surveyed it sadly for some time, and then went back to dine off a chunk of fat bacon. Mirth. Tom and Harry were p!flng marbles on the corner last evening when Harry suddenly looked up to say "Qood even ing" to a lady who was passing by. "Who's that lady?" inquired Tom. "She's no lady she's my teacher," answered his partner. Being asked to tell what he knew about cattails, a little fellow said, "I knew a cat that had nine cattails." "I wanted to bring you a carnation today, but mother wouldn't let me," said a little girl to her teacher. "I'll bring you one when it la wilted, though." During a recitation in civics last week a principal stated to his class: "I can't tell you who Iam going to vote for, as I never tell my poltlcal beliefs in school." Smiles were seen on the faces of the children because while making the statement, the principal had unconsciously displayed a button on his vest containing the picture of his fa vorite candidate. Finding some nuts on her desk when she entered the room. Miss B asked the name of the donor. A little fellow raised his hand. "Thank you," said Miss B., "It was very kind of vou to give them to me." "I didn't like them." remaraea tne ooy. i just couldn't eat them." :4 1 THE OWL AND 9. ir5i5L Central, V5' - . - V . And hand In hand, on the edge of the sand They danced by the light of the moon." . , Drawn by Rita Resing, North Central, Fifth B. Tlianksgivmg Books By Jessie Millard, Publlo Library. CONCEBNING ORIGIN AND CUSTOMS Austin, J. G. First Thanksgiving Day in New England. (See her Stan dish of Standlsh, p. 876-287.) Beard, L., and Beard, A. B. Thanks giving entertainments. (See their Amer ican Girl's Handy Book, p. 802-314.) Qordy. W. F. Miles Standlsh and the Pilgrims. (See his American Leaders and Heroes, p. 84-80.) Hawthorne, N. Puritans and the Lady Arabella. (See his Grandfather's Chair, p. 6-14.) Smith, N. A. First Thanksgiving Day. (See.Wlggln, K. D., Story Hour, p. 107-114.) STORIES. Alcott, L. M. Old-Fashioned Thanks giving. Aicott, L. M. Old-Fashloned Thanks giving. (See St. Nicholas, v. lx, p. Andrews, Jane Thankslving T$iy. (See her Only a Tear, p. 7-iU.) Coolldge. Susan Chusey. (In her New Tear's Bargain, p. 178.) Coolldge, Susan Helen's Thanksgiv ing. (In her Round Dozen, p. 47.) Coolidge, Susan Mischiefs Thanks giving. Guerber. H. M. A. First American Thanksgiving. (In her Story of the Thirteen Colonies, p. 113-117 ) Hawthorne. N. John Ingleflelds Thanksgiving. (See his Snow Image, p. 213-220.) v Howclls, W. D. Turkeys Turning the Tables and Pumpkin Glorv. (See his v.uuoiMias every JJay, p. 25-47. 71-107.) ixinerington, Alice Grandmas iimuRBKiving etory. (in Half a Hun dred. Stories, p. 11Q-113 Moulton, L. L. C. Tom Thanksgtv lof'l23S)e" N6W Bedtlme Stories, p Smith, N. P. W. Thanksgiving on a farm. (See her Jolly Good Times, p 256. ) Trotter, A. M Dorothy Dot's Thanks-f'-26.1' Nicholas, v. xvii, p. Ann. Mary Her Two Thanksgivings. (In her Young Lucretia, p. 37.) POETRY. T!'.ld' V -;r:T,ha.nk8slvln Day- (See viiiLi.ii3i b iiiiu tIie, p. 13J-133.) im now, u. a. (In her Pieces for Avery uciasron, p. ai.f-abil ) Sangster, M. E. Beads for a Name. (See her Little Knights and Ladies, p. Elsie's Thanksgiving, p. US. The Water BeetJps. By Oliver Chenoweth. North Central. Fifth R One winter, when I lived in Rtnnif- mere was a nig mua puddle In the airt-ei ttooui a. diock away rrom our nouse. lne dovs (lovtA ther unrtsH intn the puddle and caught tho water beetles that were there. So I thought I would try and catch one. When I -nn irvin. the first thing I knew I Mi headlong into It. My sister was trying to get me out and she fell In too. and w both got good and wet. Then my father came and got us out, and when we got home I had no dry clothes in the house, so I had to sro to bed. I did not stay there long, because I got In bed pretty quick and mamma dried them. But we got some of the beetles any way. The beetles are a greenish-vellw on the back and yellow on the breast. Some of the boys caught them and took i them to school. Mrs. Snow White s Family .. .... . Mra, Snow White's Family By Hilda By Hilda Kshnhauser, Shattuck, Three A. . Mrs. Snow White was a nretty. white hen. She wanted a family of little Snow Whites. One day Aunt Mary put 13 eggs in a warm, cosy nest. In the hall. Then Mrs. Snow White spread her pretty wings over them and was happy. She sat on the eggs for days and days to keep them warm. . One way., she heard a peeping and cracking, and all theeggs cracked open, and out came little, fluffy, yellow balls. Now she thought she was THE PUSSY CAT The Moon. By Bertha Richardson, Shattuck. Ninth. One evening In the summer I went out for a short walk. I was too much wrapped up in my own thoughts to think of the beautiful evening, As I. passed under a tree I heard a whisper, arid look ing up I saw the moon looking through MM Landscape Scene Drawn by William the branches, upon the earth. I was not a little surprised when she looked down at me and smiled and said: "Behold me. I am the daughter of the Sun, a fairy princess who comes out at night to make mortals happy. In the daytime my maid, the light, covers me with a musty veil, and I sleep. But as soon as the enchanting hours of even ing come my dear mother. Nature, comes to me and says: 'Little daughter, be up r The Land Where Snowcapa Are Real Ninth and stirring, for It's time you were mak ing the shadowy night beautiful with your moonbeams.' I then put aside my misty covering and send sweet messages to the earth. Mortals do not often ap preciate my efforts until a dark night, when all my kindred and 1 have a ban quet and stay within our palace," I felt In a better mood after that mes sage and from that evening forth hve enjoyed tho chaste companionship of the moon. Kuhnhausen.) Shattuck, Third A. ready to leave the nest. Then nhc took her little Snow Whites behind the earn 4t see- something of the world. There was a little brook. She thought there might be some bugs, and gnats for her family. When they got to the brook, she heard splaah! splash! and there she saw 13 little bodies In: the water. Poor Mrs. Snowj White! .She thought what funny, funny ehtldren they were. She did mot know that Aunt Mary called thorn ducks. . a ; 's X - ! . .. ..V. ?. - - ' WssBSi V- JTexv t,!. is " "y y, ijjla(JBaBBBsJf EucLlicIian Oil By Fenton Ford, North Central Sixth A. In southeastern Alaska, the Indians, use a great deal of fish oil. They get this oil from a fish about six inches long called Euchlichan. They use the oil for eooklng, as we would lard, to epread on their bread as we would but ter and to preserve fruit as we would sugar. ' I will tell you about a visit I made to their euchlichan grounds when they were making this oil. We left home early in the morning, taking some lunch with us. We walked over eight miles on an old Indian trail along, the Chllcat river. We found a farty of Indians camped and making oil. t was in May and the river was full of these fish. The Indians take their seines and canoes and fish until tbey get a canoe full, then they bring them to the shore., take a fresh canoe and go for more. They dig a round hole In the ground about four feet deep and from eight to twelve feet across. They line this hole with grass and put the fish Into it, let ting them stay there in the hot sun un til they are all rotted, which is about 10 days. Then they dip the fish out of the pits into an old canoe filled with hot rocks. The fish then all go to oil Except their head and bones. Thev put this oil into cans, bottles, barrels or anything and carry It home fo winter use. We saw about 25 pits and about 25 or 80 canoes full of fish. It was very interesting to watch them, but it smelled bad. that is why they have their euch lichan so far from home. When we had watched them long enough we hired an Indian man to take us home in nis canoe. The Chllcat Is a beautiful river and we had a fine time. It was almost o'clock when we reached home. We did not care for any more fish oil after that. Tbe King of the Golden River By Pearl Ward, Terwllllger, Ninth A. In a secluded and mountainous part of Stirta there was in olden times a valley of the most surprising and luxur iant fertility. It was surrounded on all sides bv lofty mountains rising into peaks which were always covered with snow, and from which a number of streams flowed in constant cataracts. When It was eloudy everywhere else, the sun jshone here, and it- had rain when there was rain nowhere else. Be cause the fruits, wines, vegetables and other things which grew here were bet ter than elsewhere, it was commonly called the Treasure valley. Three brothers lived In this valley Hans, Schwarts and Gluck. Hans and Schwartz were' very ugly, with small eyes, which were always half shut, and heavy eyebrows. They never gave any thing, not even to the hungry people, and tnany would atarye on thetr . door step without any thought or considera tion from them. Gluck was very different from his older brothers In appearance and dispo sition. He was fair, with soft blue eyes. He would go hungry to give to others, and was generous in many other ways, Then there came a wet summer, and the oountry around Treasure valley was VVJ t . Holden, North Central, Ninth B. completely destroyed, but as usual everything was well In the Treasure valley, and Hans and Schwarts.were as cruel as ever. One day when little Gluck was left to mind the . roast, he was startled, by a double knock at the door. Wondering who would dare to knock twice, he went to the window and looked out. and his eyes bulged with surprise, for he saw the most ex traordinary little gentleman he ever v-1 5, By Aline Johnson, North Central, A. saw. He was 4 feet 6, and clad in the dress of the olden times. He asked Gluck to let him in. And he was so wet and cold, kind-hearted Gluck could not refuse. He told Gluck he was Southwest Wind, Esq., the king of the Golden river. How the Boys Saved the Train. By Bertha Helgren, Vernon, Grade 4A. One afternoon three boys went out for a wallc on the railroad track. Dur ing the night there had been a hard snow storm, and It had washed part of the track away. The boys saw what the storm had done, and as It was too late to run up town and telephone to the station they decided to act quickly. One boy took off his coat, setting fire to It, and waved It In his hand. The engineer saw the -signal and he stopped the train just in time. When they saw what the boys had done, one rrtan collected money from the people, and they gave all the money to the boys, but the boys would not take it The boys said they did not do it to get money,, but to save the people. TAajLL &tttt WriUngS and Picture By Carl WEST HIGH ACTION Students Interested in 3Iany Enterprises Debate Live Questions. On Thursday afternoon, the Girts" Glee club met for the purpose of com-' pleting their organization. It was def initely decided that they should meet after school every Tuesday, in the jitu dio of Mrs. Walter Reed, who la to be the director of the glee club. . Mrs. Reed also hae the boys' chorus In charge. It Is expected that better re sults wlU be obtained by . having the boys and girls separate than by having ' them together as they were last year. There Is only one more week before mid-term and owing to the Teachers' Institute ana Thanksgiving recess the following week will be a vacation. This is not at all unwelcome. Under the direction of the teachers of the commercial department, there is being organized 4 commercial club, In the high school. The purpose of the club is to help one another in business methods and ways, and to create a so cial relation among the students, ttt that department. The club meets every Friday, after school. Friday the organ ization was completed. The second Issue of The Cardinal was out on Friday and presented a pleasing appearance. The,-various sketches were clever touches from tho brushes of the art department and the stories were lively and interesting. Many stated that they thought it by far the best Cardinal that has been published for some time, -i o The program given by the Fhllolex lans, on Friday, was as follows: A talk, on the reawakening of modern, China, by Carolyn Friendly; debate; re solved, that the United States, Janan and England should form an alliance for the purpose of controlling the Chin ese trade. The affirmative was upheld by Ada May Bigger and Jean Wolver ton. the negative by Nellie Hemenway and Caroline Wurtemburger. The af firmative won; Kipling's poem, "Reces sional" was delivered by Eva Magulre, The new members taken into the ,Phll. blexlans were Bertie Chan, Lela Shina . berger. Janet Morris, Sadie Williams and Eva Roach. The Adelphians gave a-very interest ing program along the same theme as last week. Mr. Everson gave an inter esting description of New York immi grants. Miss Coleman read a' paper on "Philanthropy and Social Progress." The question of r'the Housing of the Poor," was ably handled by Althea Hembree. A debate, resolved, that the - tramp should be compelled to labor on pub lic works, then followed. The Supporters of the affirmative were: Elisabeth Busn and Mr. Una; of the negative were: Mil dred Clemens and Mr. McCoVkle, The negative won. Horace Miller, William Lai, Harry Ding and Rose Bickering were taken into the Adelphians. Vhat Became of tke Dollar? By Lewis Graham, Shattuck, Fifth B. One morning a dollar fojind itself Away up high upon a shelf; Up he jumped and away he rolled, For if he didn't he would bet a oold. He was going around and around and . around When all of a sudden he fell on the ground; Up he jumped and down he fell, But where he went no one can telL The Fox and the Stork. By Walter Hudson, Terwilliger, Third B. The Fox and the Stork were great friends. One day the Fox invited the Stork to a tea party. The Stork was pleased. He went to the Fox's house. When he got here he saw two flat dishes with soup In hem. He Could not eat it and as the Fox lapped his up he laughed at the Stork because he could not eat it. One day afterwards the Stork Invited the Fox to corrre and have dinner with him. And so the Fox went to the Stork's house. When he got there he only saw two very tall bottles. In ' them he saw some nice mince meat but he could not eat It The Stork ' with his long bill reached down In the bottle and ate It. The Fox could only lick around the top of the bottle. He became very angry. The Stork felt sorry for the Fox and emptied, the mine meat Into a flat . dish so he could eat it. And then the Fox was sorry because ha had treated the Stork so badly. r Oral Stories by tittle Tot. Story of a Monkey, by Phillip Martin, Couch, Grade 1A, Age Six Years. (The suggestion for this voluntary composition was received by hearing the teacher, tell a true incident about a monkey. The reproduction is as nearly -verbatim as possible. Once upon a time 1 saw monkey At a place where there was a lot of mon keys back east. This monkey hang him seir on a telephone wire. Then h swings h Itself like a tree: you know how a tree goes, don't yout Then I threw a peajiu-t hp to him an" he caught it an then I threw a plum up, an" ha et that- 1 stem, an' nit an7 all, And that's the end of my story. A- rjm. OAJL, U., UTjZI fiuA. cUt dLafr ' tie 'tit 4sn TAsn -Axrrru (X&cusrx sr tJu C Sihlcr. North Cfr.tr!, ." -I
