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-She JOURNAL JUNIOR..
M&e H&.rris Anson .... Editor
The Junior ts pubtishei by the Minneapolis Journal for the public
school cbildren of the Northwest, in and above the fifth grade, and Is
devoted principally to their own writing. There is no expense attachel
and all are welcomed as competitors The editor wishes to encourage cor
respondence and suggestions from teachers. All correspondence should
be addressed to the Editor Journal Junior.
Goodbye Bow and Arrow.
IN the reign of the Journal Junior Clubs, the editor remembers
very distinctly that "Was There More Bravery in the Days
of Bow and Arrow",was the favorite topic for debate. No re
ports of the points made were ever sent in, so she does not
know what arguments were presented. Those who may use
the topic in the future will undoubtedly be glad to know that
the edict has just gone out from the Chinese court that the bow
and arrow are to be banished as arms in the Chinese army and
puns substituted. It is not the editor's place, under the cireum-
Btances, to suggest which side might twist the fact to its credit.
It is so long since we have even used the sword as a wea
pon, that this change in China is a foregone conclusion of the
awakening they have had during the past ye*ar. To the Chinese
themselves, however, it is as startling as it would be to us to
bave our soldiers armed with a dynamite gun that could shoot
The Boxers made themselves believe that they were bullet
proof, and even though the charm failed to work in many cases,
still they went to their death as cheerfully as to breakfast.
Probably it will be hundreds of years yet before the peasants
«f the remote provinces give up their bows and arrows. They will
cling to them just as they cling to their ancient implements of
husbandry. Even to kill the hated foreigner, they will not want
to use his arms.
In the history of war, the bow and arrow have had a
glorious place, but to the school children of a thousand years
or so hence, they will probably sound as strange as culverin or
basilisk does to us.
Something and Nothing.
O ANTOS-DUMONT, the Brazilian aeronaut who has been
through so many thrilling adventures with his steerable
balloon in Paris, seems to be utterly without fear —and consid
erable of a philosopher. In a letter to his brother he recently
"You most not think of my danger. My sister remembers
when I sent up my first balloon. It was in 1874, and I was one year
Old. When she pulled it down for me, I put my fist through it
to see what was inside. Nothing—and ever since, I have found
that if you pift your fist through what seems extraordinary, there
la no danger."
Sometimes such a "fist" does find something, but on the whole
tt is better to stand your ground until you have learned whether
or not it is something or nothing, and whether the something
1b to be faced or run away from.
Th© Juniors who suggested a monument to Robert Fulton,
Will undoubtedly be gratified to know that one was recently
cnveiled In Trinity churchyard, New York, at the head of Wall
street, one of the busiest spots in the city. The monument is
twelve feet high, of plain granite, and bears a bronze relief of
the bust of Fulton. It was erected by the American Society of
Mechanical Engineers and among these present at the unveil
ing was former Chief Engineer Haswell, now ninety-three years
old, who was the first appointed engineer in the nary.
Hail to Adam's dog! They say they have found him. They
call him dromocyon vorax—and probably it is just as well that it
Is prehistoric, if we had to be burdened with such a mouthful
•very time we wanted to call Fido. This dog of Adam's seems to
have been a combination of cat and kangaroo. 'It's forefeet had
Claws and its hind legs were much longer than the front on^s. If
this specimen at Yale realty is what they claim it to be —the
ancestor of the dog of to-day—it will undoubtedly convert the
greatest skeptic to the idea of evolution.
Poor little Quentin Roosevelt is finding out by sad experience
Chat it is not so nice after all to be the romping son of the
president of the United States. Complaints have been made for
years that the White House is entirely 7 too small for the presi
dent of the United States. Quentin is decidedly of the same mind.
It is very hard for him to be confined to a very small part of
Che White House, in fact it would be for any out-and-out Ameri
can boy, such as the president's sons naturally are. Speed the
day for the bigger White House.
No territories have been admitted to the union since 1896,
tat in the previous seven years, seven territories were admitted
and more members added to the senate than during the preced
ing forty years. Arizona, New Mexico, Oklahoma and Indian
territories are making great efforts to win the star of statehood.
60 tar a% population is concerned, they are all eligible, but
statehood is sometimes given or withheld for peculiar reasons. It
Is like standing out in the open and waiting for lightning to
"nxß remark has been made that President Roosevelt upset
• good many precedents in his first message to congress. Judg
ing Cram the editor's experience with some of the cherished
•^precedents" in Washington, it is high time for some one to
vpeet them by the wholesale and sweep them out.
The United States government has just acknowledged that
. tft* loss of the Maine was the cause of the late war. The paper
the admission was written on, represents just so much waste ot
caod material, for everybody knew the cause of the late war even
!■<■■ lM—lllil tim were begun,
THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SATURDAY DECEMBER 21, 1901.
Lights and Shadows in the World of
Animals, Insects and Feathered Thing's.
JLJy / CLfTI&S IjUGGCLm Copyright, l9Ot, by Hughes 4. Ousley, Louisville.
Sfce Cow Bird.
E^ mm ARLY some spring morning while the cows wait at the
bars to be milked you may see a small flock of black
__* birds fly down into a nearby tree top and whistle a
(i||^& few low notes. The series of notes can hardly be
tm3aLJ called a song, but it is very pleasing, as the notes
have a bubbling, explosive sound as though they were being
forced through a throat full of water. If you look at these birds
carefully you will notice that they are much smaller than any of
their relatives, the blackbirds proper. The cowbird is stouter
and more compact than the other blackbirds and the tail is
During the summer months, as
well as in the fall and spring, these
birds remain in small, loose flocks,
frequenting the feeding lots and the
open pastures where they can be near
the cattle. The name, cowbirds, or
cowpen buntings, is well given to
them as they are rarely seen feeding
except among cattle or horses. It
is a pretty sight to watch a flock of
them flying high overhead and then
sweep down when they spy a herd
of cattle feeding in the open pasture
The birds walk sedately about
among the cattle, never seeming to
be on the lookout and yet always
moving just in time to miss being
tramped upon. They allow the mov
ing cattle to frighten the insects
from the grass and then they sud
denly take the bugs on the wing in
When one watches nature's chil
dren and sees how in the course of
time some animal has become de
pendent on another for its very ex
istence it seems marvelous. Of
course we know that a great many
insects and other low forms of life
have become absolutely helpless
parasites; but it is unusual for birds
to grow even to a small degree
parasitical. This bird has become a nomad, a wanderer, following
the cattle and having no fixed home and building no nest. In
deed they do not even pair off during the breeding season but
remain in flocks the whole year. The female lays her eggs in an
other bird's nest and allows the other bird to perform the duties
of motherhood for her. Her methods are exactly like those f
the European cuckoo. Strange to say, our cuckoos are generally
very fond parents and this little blackbird is our only parasitical
The female cowbird shows her cunning by usually depositing
her eggs in the nest of some smaller bird. If the egg was placed
in the nest of a larger bird, the young cowbirfl's chances of get
ting a good supply of food would be slim, but, being among
smaller birds, it usually obtains the lion's share. Sometimes
JUST BETWEEN YOU JiNB ME.
TnpTl HIS is a gentl© reminder to the Minneapolis Juniors that
I expect some unusually good papers on the "news
»_—_J| paper" topic announced for December 28. There are
S£lp^lj unlimited possibilities for you to do some unusually
XSZSsSt good work. That word "good" includes snap as well
as originality and good writing. I have my ideal of just what
work you might do, and that very easily; if you are careless
and think that any sort of news item will do, you will make a
very great mistake. It is not so easy to be a good reporter as
many of you may think—of course, none of you would deliberate
ly chose to be anything in this line bat the very best.
I hope that you will remember tbat I want variety; that just
common ordinary "news" is not all that is to be made out of
the topic. This is a special edition, and special editions always
have an extra amount of good matter, which does not come
strictly under the head of news. "A nose for news" is the way
newspaper men express the ability to see a good story whenever
it comes to light. Very often the average person would pass by
an unusually good bit of news or something extra good for a
special feature, because he has not the ability to see more in it
than the mere announcement shows.
I happen to know through your papers that a good many
look forward to being reporters when you grow up. Here is your
chance to show the ability that is in you.
Moreover, if you disappoint me, I shall be a long time get
ting over it.. You have generally stood by the good ship Junior
in a way to make me thoroughly proud of you, and on this topic
which is "the" one with me, I want you to make an extra
effort to do your very best work.
I am only half as big as I was a week ago, that is, so far
as feelings are concerned. The cold came so suddenly, after I
had quite persuaded myself that the climate was changing for
the better, that I fairly shrunk up with it. There Is one
thing about it, however, that makes me thoroughly glad, and
that is that your long-delayed skating has come at last, and that
the lakes and ponds are safely frozen over. I well remember the
glee with which I welcomed an artificial ice rink at Washington
several years ago. I bought a pair of skates and tried my best
to make believe it was like what I used to enjoy when I was a
child here in Minneapolis and used to skate up Bassett's creek.
Not the Bassett's creek you know, but a jolly winding little
stream where I could skate miles and still never be very far
from my starting point.
Artificial ice may be all right for use in refrigerators. It
may be just as cold as the kind unaided Jack Frost makes, but
for skating it is a decidedly disappointing affair. It is soft, and
half way during the evening the rink has to be cleared and
scrapers put on to remove the inch or so of "snow" that had been
cut out of it by the skates. Beside when one has lived here in
the west and never paid anything for the privilege of skating,
he does not feel satisfied when he not only has to skim around on
artificial ice, but also has to pay 25 cents for doing it.
Before we meet again in this department, Christmas will
have come and gone, no I am going to wish you four special
Christmas wishes now.
i First, I wish it to be the very merriest and most satisfac
tar% Christmas iou have ever had. > '
the little homemakers discover the imposition which is being
forced upon them and throw the egg out of the nest. At other
times they desert their nest and build a new one.
I remember seeing a beautiful photograph of the nest of a
warbler into which a cowbird had slipped an egg. On discovering
the strange egg the warbler had built another story on the nest,
completely covering the egg of the ccwbird. Again the cowbird
had laid another egg in the new nest and another story wa3
added to the already tall home. No cowbird's egg being placel
in this third story, the warbler hatched and reared her brood
in peace and quiet.
To the small mother birds which have . the misfortune to
rear one of these foster children life
must be almost a constant nightmare.
They must often wonder how it was
possible for them •to have such a
large and greedy child. If the nest
should become crowded, the young
cowbird is apt to push some of its
foster brothers and sisters out of the
nest. become crowded, the young
d is apt to push some of it 3
brothers and sisters out of the
The peculiar custom of building no
nest id allowing some other bird to
rear its young is even more remark
able when we know. that this little
bird belongs to a celebrated family
of weavers. He is a close kinsman to
the common red-winged blackbird
which weaves a beautiful nest in the
cat tails in He is close kinsman a
omrnon red-winged blackbird
weaves a beautiful nest in the
Lls in swampy ground and is a
devoted parent. His cousin, the Bal
timore oriole, is our most wonderful
nest builder,* making long, pendant
nests which hang from the ends of
swaying branches. Really the case
of these birds becomes more and
more perplexing the more one studies
it. It seems rather odd that after
the young cowbird has spent its
early life in the nest of some spar
■aung cowbird has spent its
life in the nest of some spar
row or warbler it should not remain
with its foster brothers and sisters.
But it appears to have no idea of
THE COW BIRD.
birds, for as soon as it can fly, it
joins a roving, jolly band of its own kindred and soon becomes
a nomad like the rest.
As I have stood watching these birds sitting in the tree tops
near the feeding cattle, the males swelling themselves as they
force their low, liquid notes up through their glossy throats, I
could not feel that they were such knaves after all.
The male cowbird has a handsome suit of black and wear*
a fine brown color on head and neck. His mate is not nearly so
large and is quite dull colored, showing no jet black at all, but an
almost uniform brownish black. As the female does not build
a nest and does not incubate, it seems rather peculiar that she
should have such marked protective coloring. It may be useful
to her as she slips through the trees on the lookout for some
other bird's nest in which to place her egg.
Second, I hope that Santa Claus will not only bring you a
reasonable number of all the things you would like, but that you
will not think you prefer the things he gives to somebody else
you know. Christmas is not the proper time for envy.
Third, I hope the Christmas candy and the Christmas nuts and
a big, big Christmas dinner will be tucked away properly so that
no ghosts will walk—and incidentally, no doctors.
Fourth, I send special greetings to all Juniors who may walk
hand in hand with sorrow. Holidays are hard days for such.
Just remember that my first words on Christmas morning, when
first I open my eyes will be "Merry Christmas to each and
every one of the Juniors."
Finally, just remember again that the very best present that
can come to me this Christmas is "gingery" papers for the
"newspaper" of December 28.
BEES AND ANTS USE RUBBER.
When Para rubber trees are tapped, after the gum is run int»
feceptacles and stiffened, a species of large black ant is accus
tomed to cut out pieces of the rubber and carry them away. Bees
also find uses for India rubber, and some species in South
America actually cut the bark of trees that produce resinous
substances in order to cause a flow of sap. The gum is employed
by the bees as a ready-made wax for their nests.
In 1700 were made the first brooms in this country from the
broomcorn grown on American soil. The brooms were made in
Philadelphia, and the event was spoken of at the time as an il
lustration of the development of the country.
I 'ml Christmas in Old England vv?
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I Lo, now is come our Joyful'st feast! a
.' , Let every man be Jolly, . 7/^9
VA^ Eache roome with yrle leaves Is drest, j A
\l ( And every post with Holly.
' •£*& Now all our neighbors' chimneys smoke, «-^
And Christmas blocks are burning; fls.
JUI Their ovens they with bak't meats choke. ©?'
w4\ And all their spits are turning. |7
£q*|~ Without the door let sorrow lie, JjJ
j3 And if, for cold, it hap to die, XV
V / Wee'le bury*t in a Christmas pye, >r
r/( And ever more be merry. . J*
l^tj - —Withers' Juvenilia. S \
being taught to live like any other
Christmas in Old England
Lo, now is come our joyful'st feast!
Let every man be jolly,
Eache roome with yyie leaves is drest.
And every post with Holly.
Now all our neighbors' chimneys smoke.
And Christmas blocks are burning;
Their ovens they with bak't meats choke.
And all their spits are turning.
Without the door let sorrow lie.
And if, for cold, it hap to die,
Wee'le bury't in a Christmas pye.
And ever more be merry.