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The Presbyterian of the South : [combining the] Southwestern Presbyterian, Central Presbyterian, Southern Presbyterian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1909-1931, October 23, 1918, Image 5

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Our Boys and Girls
Harold sat in the biggest office chair.
Usually he was running errands around the
shipyard, but this afternoon was a special oc
casion; he had put on his new white suit and
was waiting for the French corporal who had
promised to be at the launching of the new
ship's hull which was to take place at high
tide this afternoon. The corporal was not ex
pected to arrive for more than an hour, but
Harold had been so impatient he had made
ready and was sure the oflice clock didn't go
fast enough to mark the time properly.
Ilis father was talking busily through the
telephone. Mr. Belcher of the saw mill up
Norton way had reaily some planks needed for
the ship work.
"I'll send Harold up for them in the morn
ing. I've promised him this afternoon for a
holiday and there is no one on hand to send
now," said father.
"Would you like those spruce planks to
day?" asked Harold after his father hung up
the receiver.
"Yes, lad. The men are ready to work with
Harold stood up. Ever since school had
closed for the summer vacation he had been
working at the shipyard to do his bit for his
country. To be sure he was only a nine-year
old boy, but he could run errands faithfully,
and drive old Ned kindly, and keep his tongue
from repeating what he overheard. These
things seemed very small to Harold and yet
even going for these spruce planks might help
to finish one of the ships a few hours earlier.
He could offer to use an hour of his half holi
day for that.
"Let me go on duty," he said.
j "All right! You'll be back in time for the
yflaunching," said father. "I want you to hear
f what Corporal Longle has to tell us."
So Harold hurried home and, putting on his
clean over-all suit, harnessed old Ned to the
light wagon. Usually Harold counted a trip
to Belcher's mill as a treat, but this afternoon
he was more interested in returning to the
shipyard as soon as possible. Old Ned trotted
along the hard road, and at the mill Mr.
Belcher came out to see that the choice tim
ber was properly covered and tied.
"I'm glad to see you on duty! These days
we can't let pleasure get ahead of work," said
Belcher. "I want to see the corporal myself,
but there are more boards to get out so you
must remember to tell me what he says."
"I will," promised Harold.
Old Ned pricked up his ears and pulled
briskly as if he understood how it was. Soon
they came to an auto by the roadside. Two
men were peering under the lifted hood of it.
One of the men was in business clothes, but the
other wore a beautiful pale blue uniform.
Harold had never seen a uniform like it and
did not guess what kind of a soldier the man
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked.
"Tell us how far it is to the Wayne ship
yard!" said the man in business clothes.
"Almost two miles."
"Then I will walk now," said the man in
blue. "The auto, she may not stir until late."
Harold hesitated. Probably these men were
going to the launching. Men in uniform often
came to the shipyard,
"I'll be glad to give you a lift there, sir!
I'm Harold Wayne!" he said.
"You invite me to ride? Surely it will be
a pleasure. Myself, I am Corporal Longle who
is expected!"
Side by side on the high seat the corporal
and Harold rode along the country road. Har
old told him about going for the boards and
what he was trying to do for his country and
how small a place he seemed to fill.
"But with everyone on duty it makes one
big, grand whole ! Me, I serve as but one
among many and seem small to my own self,
but altogether we are a giant!" said the cor
How the men cheered when Harold drove
into the shipyard. And they cheered again
when the hull slid down the ways into the
blue, blue water. ? Ruby Holmes Martyn, in
The Child's Hour.
One day Billy was a stranger; at the end
of a week he was as much at home as any
boy on the street. "We are glad he came,"
Teddy Farr said, "we like him."
And the other boys said pretty much the
same thing.
"Why is this Billy such a favorite?" Mr.
Farr asked Mrs. Farr.
"I don't know yet," said Mrs. Farr. "I'm
watching to find out."
When three more weeks had passed she
thought she knew.
A group of boys were out in front of her
gate one afternoon, and she heard one of them
say, "Pshaw! What can we play? I wish
the snow hadn't all gone into mud."
"We had just finished our fort," said an
other, "and were ready to begin, but it washed
down in the night."
"Anyway, we had fun making it," said
Billy. "Let's not waste the whole afternoon.
Let's start and play something that doesn't
need snow."
When Mrs. Farr looked again they were
sailing ships down the gutter and discovered
the Mississippi with great excitement.
Another time Teddy had to go on an errand,
and asked the others to keep him company.
"Oh, we can't!" objected somebody, "we've
got it all planned to walk out in the other
direction and see the place where the fire was
last night."
"Why wouldn't it do," said Billy, "to go
with Teddy first? We needn't come all the
way back, need we? There ought to be some
short cuts, I should think."
Well, when they had put their heads to
gether they remembered that there were.
Then there was a day when Joe had lost
his arithmetic. Joe and Billy were the best
in the school in arithmetic. Joe hated to
miss any of his lessons.
"Never mind," said Billy. "My book will
do for both until yours turns up. We are
pretty quick at it, you know. We can man
On one afternoon when they were having
a game of ball in the schoolyard, Billy broke
a cellar window. After a crash there was a
pause of dismay.
"We must have kept getting nearer to the
house without noticing it," s$id Billy.
"How would it do," said Joe, "to be quiet
until we are asked about it? Maybe Mr. Nevil
will think that other boys did it. They broke
. "It wouldn't do at all," said Billy, quickly.
"It wouldn't be fair."
He told Mr. Nevin and paid for the pane;
and after that he was short of money for
some time, for Billy was poor.
After the three weeks, Mrs. Farr said to
Mr. Farr:
"I think I know why the boys like Billy."
"Because he has a delightful habit of getting
the best for himself and his friends out of what
he has at hand. He makes things 'do' except
the things that won't do at all. I like Billy
myself." ? The Child's Hour.
She is only twelve years old, but when a
burning desire arose in her kind little heart to
do something for the soldiers suffering out at
Fort McPherson Hospital, her wise little head
devised a plan.
This is how she carried it out. First, she
.spent much of her vacation time composing
and writing a little play, the parts of which she
assigned to such little friends and neighbors as
were willing to undertake them. She herself
did all the necessary drill work, presided at the
rehearsals and took one of the leading parts.
Some carefully selected songs and recitations
were added to her little hand-made programs
and all was in readiness.
Then when school opened she obtained per
mission to use the school auditorium for the
performance, which was, of course, a success.
How could it be otherwise with such deter
mined devotion behind it?
The result? "Well, last Sunday she placed in
Mr. McLean's hands a check for $22.80 ? her
contribution to the comfort of his sick sol
The name of this- little heroine is a secret,
but she is one of the pupils of the Junior De
partment in the Central Sunday-school in At
lanta, Ga.
Mignon was her name. She was a small,
fuzzy-haired little dog with round black eyes
and restless tail. She could walk on her hind
legs and shake hands and do other cunning
tricks. And now she was a soldier of France.
She had left a very pleasant home in the
country, where she was the pet of the whole
household, to come to this training camp for
dogs, behind the fighting line. Her new mas
ter was a kind soldier in blue, who spent much
of his time patiently teaching her new tricks.
First, she had to get used to the noise of
the big guns. Then she must learn to crouch
close to the ground or hide in a deep hole
when a shell screamed. Most important of all,
she had to be taught to go swiftly from one
place to another with a message in a little
pouch which was tied around her neck.
One morning, before daybreak, as little Mig
non was dreaming pleasantly, she heard her
master's voice calling:
"Come, Mignon. You and I must fight this
day for France."
With a glad little cry, she sprang up and
followed him as his regiment marched to the
firing line. The battle was terrible, but she
never left her master's side.
At last word came that the German guns
had destroyed the French telephone wire^.
Unless the French commander could get a mes
sage to his men on the other side of the field,
the battle would be lost.

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