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T5e JOURNAL JUNIOR
The Journal Junior ii published by The Minneapolis Journal foi
the public school children of the Horthwest, and is devoted princi
pally to their own writings. There is no expense attached and
all are welcome as competitors. The editor wishes to encourage cor
respondence and suggestions from teachers. All correspondence
should be addressed to the ditor Journal Junior.
A CHILDREN'S OWN CHURCH.
a Junior who goes to church, especially among
the younger ones, has wished that the minister
would preach a sermon in words and ways he could easily
understand, and that more hymns would be used that he
knew how to sing.
The pastor of the West End Presbyterian church of
New York recognized this need and organized what he
alls a "Junior Church." No grown-ups have any share
in its eenduct. It is officered by children, the choir is
of children, and sometimes, even, the sermon is by a child.
Monitors or "Junior deacons" are appointed to loot after
twelve or fifteen children each. They -sit with them, mark
their presence, keep in close touch with them both in the
church and without, and if any one is ill, report the fact,
so that the children may visit him, carry flowers or fruit
and read to him.
The sermons are a delight, treated in a way that
almost any child ean understand. Sometimes there are
stereopticon pictures or something else to make the sub
ject understandable, just as studies are taught in schools.
The first Junior church was held in the chapel with
200 children in the congregation. The second Sunday
there were 300 present and the third week so many more
children flocked to this delightful church thaf they had
to use the auditorium, and the grown-ups who came more
or less out of curiosity were crowded into the balconies.
It may sound odd, but it is all done with dignity, rev
erence and a true churchly spiritand so long as it
attracts and holds the children the means is entirely
worthy of the end.
A NEW "AMERICA."
A LTHO "The Star Spangled Banner" has been adopted
XX as the national song, there is many a person whose
thoughts turn fondly to "America," when his voice
cracks on the high notes of the official song. Two years
ago Arthur E. Johnstone, an American, won the gold
medal offered by the Society of the Cincinnati of Ehode
Island for an air adapted to the words of the song so long
used as the national anthem of America.
The new setting for the old song is being generally
adopted by patriotic societies, and by the chapters of
the D. A. B. Yet, while "America" will retain its hold
upon the affections of Americans for some generations to
come, the fact remains that except for one line out of its
fifty-six, the anthem could be used with propriety by
almost any nation in the world today. "The StaT
Spangled Banner," on the other hand, is associated only
with the flag of the United States of America.
It seems a pity that the rolling, stately yet simple,
air we have so long used in "America" should not be left,
since the song is not the official national anthem.
Last week comment was made upon the re
mark Admiral Prince Louis of Battenberg
as to what would happen to the city of
New York if a foreign fleet ever bom
barded it. That calls to mind what would
happen to England in case there was a general com
bine of the powers against her in active warfare.
England does not raise enough either to feed or
clothe herself, and in case of anything like an effective
blockade, the suffering would be something unthinkable.
The United States, on the other' hand, would be touched
only in what might come under the head of luxuries rather
than necessities. It is too long a subject to be taken in
detail here, but the geography lessons will show clearly
what is meant.
In Switzerland, they will do almost anything
to catch the traveling public, but it seems
as if they had reached the limit of even
their commercial ingenuity in building an
elevator nearly to the top of Burgenstock,
one of the peaks near Lucerne. It may appeal to those
who do not like the exercise of mountain-climbing, but
to most people it seems about as appropriate as a brass
band in Westminster Abbey.
Grocery Man Complete.
There is a four-year-old boy in Gloucester, N. J.,
who is wont to play with his mother that wonderful game
of "Make Believe" which all the little folks and the,
mothers seem to fall into instinctively. He most often
chooses to enact the part of the grocer's man and dashes'
up to the door with his express wagon and carries myste
rious packages up the steps into the kitchen, announcing,
In an important*tone, "Here's your sugar!" or "Here's
your potatoes," as the case may be. One day his bright,'
observing eyes discovered another habit of the grocer's,
apt so agreeable, and along with the bundles he presented
to his mother a long strip of white paper. "What in?
the world is this!*' asked the mother. "Why, the bill,".,
said he. "Oh, my," she said, looking it over, "this^
is too big!" "Let me have it," and the "make-be-*
lieve" grocer reached for it, promptly tore off a bigt
piece and landed it back. "Is that bettert" he asked,!
as he hurried away. Then the mother sighed and wished*
the real grocers' bills might be curtailed in the same,,
THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SUNDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 3, 1905.
XL THE YEW OP MUCKROSS ABBEY, KTLLARNEY.
MED all the glorious ruins of Ireland, the land of
ruins, there are few possessing a more exquisite
location than that of Muckross Abbey on the shore
of Lake Killarney, the tomb of many famous kings of
old Ireland. It is a 'great, ivy-grown church, dating from
1340, but even now so well preserved that windows and
roof are apparently all that is needed to make it habitable
again. Before it stretehes Killarney, that pearl of Irish
lakes, spotted with islands, and bordered by mountains.
When the Franciscan friars built the church more than
five centuries and a half ago, they planted a yew tree in
the court encircled by the cloisters of the abbey. When
the hand of Henry Vlil was laid heavily upon the ancient
abbeys and monasteries, withering them or making them
the country seats of his favorites among the nobles,
Muckross was abandoned and left to decay. The windows
The Yew of Muckross Abbey.
were broken, the roof fell in, what was left of the in
terior fittings moldered awaybut the little yew tree
grew and grew.
Within the abbey, what the original builders intended
should be housed from the elements, is wide open to the
sky, while what they intended should be the open court
of the cloisters, their little yew tree has roofed entirely
over. Its trunk has a girth of 13 feet. Its branches have
spread entirely over the cloister walls and droop upon
the outside, while its leaves grow so thickly that no shaft
of sunlight now penetrates to the court bilow.
Muckross would not be truly Irish were there not
legends whispered about of strange and uncanny things
that have become connected with its ivy-grown walls. In
its burial ground the south and east sides
ones for consecrated burial. The-
The Way taie Gunner Took It.
A number of ladies had received an invitation to
pay a visit to an ironclad lying in the Solent and as they
roceeded on their tour of inspection, paused, as might
expected, to examine the magnificent guns. Their
admiration was excited by the shining surface of the
great monsters and one of the younger members of the
^company standing near plaeed her delicately gloved hand
on the brilliant mountings, at the same time making gome
appreciative remark about the beautiful polish.
The gunner, who was always expected to keep the
cannon bright, did not seem to be greatly pleased with the
compliments which were being lavishly bestowed, and the
ladies had no sooner moved away than he seized a cloth,
sprang to the cannon whieh the young lady had touched,
and commenced rubbing it with renewed energy, all the
while casting malevolent glances after the retreating
The officer of the deck noticed his action, and, com
ing forward, remarked:
"Well, Brown, you don't seem to be pleased, as I
should think a man would be, with all that flattery."
"Flattery!" said Brown, with a contemptuous snort.
'Tain't enough for them to come and look at it"
rub, rub, rub"but they've got to go and put their
paws all over it, sir!" j?f
And he kept on rubbing with his fiercest strength.
north side i shunney
as being the special property of the prince of evil. As
for the old yew tree itself, its location, its thrifty growth,
and the uncanniness which both cast over the ruins,
merely because they are unusual, have given rise to the
legend that he who is foolhardy enough to pluck a single
leaf literally takes "his life in his hands, for he will not
be in the land of the living that day year.
Shades of the McCarthys and O'Donoghues are said
to wander in and out the arches of Muckross ruins, where
they hold ghostly converse with each other, and there is
not an Irish pulse in all Killarney but quickens at men
tion of the old yew in the doisterB. Minstrels sing of
it, pipers play to it, and many an old grandame croons
a tale of how fire destroyed the abbey, but left the tree
NEWS FROM THE SCHOOLS
Baby Hemfrinrt, Reporter.
Holland children are trying to obtain enough money
to purchase a picture for their room. Each room whieh
contributes to the Thanksgiving fund the sufficient
amount will have a picture.
The industrial work which consists of basket making
and day pottery, is progressing rapidly.
A new fence is being built around the playground.
Florence Samuels, Reporter.
The pupils of the Garfield school are much interested
in their orchestra, which has proven a great success, con
sidering the number of new players admitted this year.
The orchestra consists of piano, Daphne Sardeson violin,
Donald Brown and Florence Samuels mandolin, Alice
Burdick, Stanley Johnson and Guy Barse flute, Robert
Anderson and Wilbur Bradford cornet, Phillip Lawrence,
and drum, Oral Wilson. They soon hope to reach the
musical standard set by Garfield orchestras in preced
Florence Betzler, Reporter.
Eighth room had average of 99 on the spelling test
given from office.
In quick arithmetic A Seventh grade had highest
Interest in the bank started two weeks ago is rapidly
increasing and there are now over seventy-five depositors.
During last week teachers from Faribault, Red Wing,
Rochester, Mankato, Spring Valley, Pipestone, Kasson
visited the school.
Donald McCarthy, Reporter.
During the week the Margaret Fuller school has been
presented with three pictures one of American authors
containing pictures of Longfellow, Bryant, Whittier,
Lowell, Holmes and Emerson,, which was presented by
Beth Baxter one of English authors in which are the
pictures of Dickens, Macaulay, Carlyle, Ruskin, Scott and
Thackeray, which was presented by Clarke Nicholson, and
one of famous musicians in which are the pictures of
Hayden, Mozart, Beethoven, Wagner, Mendelssohn and
Schubert, which was presented by Arthur Jones.
Just a Reminder.
A young man in the employ of a merchant borrowed
a book from a friend in the same office, took it home,
and forgot to return it. Several times he was reminded of
this by the owner of the book, and as many times forgot
to put it in his pocket when he left his home.
At last, stung to desperation by his friend's gibes,
and addressing a postcard to himself at his residence,
wrote on the back of it thus:
"If you do not attend to this matter within'twenty
four hours you may expect the worst."
"There"" he said grimly to himself, '''if that doesn*t
fetch me nothing will."
It did fetch him. It fetched him out of a late sleep
the next morning immediately after the postman's first
visit to explain to his white-faced parents that he was
not likely to be imprisoned.
He offered explanations and took the book back
but he is not sure that the rest of his family do not be
lieve that he has committed some crime, or in some way
got himself into serious trouble.
Kitty Calls the Police.
A pet kitten belonging to one of the sergeants at
the-centra police station, Pittsburg, Penn., called out
all the reserve police force and sent in a riot call, whieh
brought all the officers sleeping in the station on a rush
and half-dressed. The electric buttons with which the
calls are turned in are at the side of the sergeant's desk.
The kitten, while in the vacant chair at the lunch hour,
began playing with the buttons, with the result that both
calls were sent in almost simultaneously. Business was
alow, buf in a minute the officers were startled to see two
patrol wagons dashing up from the stables, while half
dressed policemen ran from all directions, carrying the re
mainder of their uniforms in their hands.
Master SparrowThis'll show Mr. Eagle that he isn't, *L
the only bird that can carry off a stray lamb. Chums. gfc