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&he JOURNAL JUNIOR.. Ma.c H&rris Anson .... Editor The Junijr is pubtished by the Minneapolis Journal for the public school children of the Northwest, in and above the fifth grade, and is devoted principally to their own writings. There is no expense attached 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. A World-Wide Recognition. \KJ HEN Queen Victoria died the world-wide sorrow was notable. No one thought there was another ruler in the world whose death would call out such universal expressions of sympathy. The death of President McKinley, however, went home far and near. Victoria was a great woman, whose reign had extended over sixty years, and nearly every court in Europe mourned her as a relative. President McKinley had held power for only four years, but in that time he had so impressed himself upon the world's work that his death was universally recognized as a great calamity. The ready sympathy which came from every court, the gen uine sorrow which was felt at our loss, is a tribute to his true greatness, such as has been paid to no previous president and to but very few other rulers. We know how great he was, but our sorrow at his loss is rendered a little less keen by the knowledge that his greatness cast its light beyond the bc^P- of our country and was seen by other nations. Children at the 'White House. •THEODORE ROOSEVELT, president of the United States, is a man about whom many interesting stories are told. He is the sort of man that things happen to and around, and best of all, the stories reveal some good traits—his sturdy honesty, his tre mendous energy, his fearlessness of consequences when once con vinced he is right, or some instance of his ready wit. But among them all, none are more pleasant than those which show his pleasure in the companionship of children. He is the youngest of our presidents, and for the first time since "Tad" Lincoln made the White House merry with his child ish pranks, young children will play an important part in the life of the first family of the land. There are six little Roose velts, Alice, Theodore, Jr., a grave, spectacled, mature, little chap; Ethel, Quentin, Kermit and Archibald. Those who know the family life of the president say that the friendship existing between the president and his children is something delightful to see. The boys probably could not be con vinced that there was a greater, man in the whole world than their father, and this, long before he was even governor of New York. At the same time, this adoration does not fill them with awe nor keep them at a distance. They follow him about in a spirit of adoring friendship. President Roosevelt had this same sort of feeling for his father, and he evidently wants his sons to know the same pleasure. But his own children are not the only ones that he includes in his circle of young admirers. In a way he is indiscriminate in the matter. A child is a child to him, and that means something to be loved and drawn out and entertained, whether he be from the streets or from the daintiest home. Two stories are told of the president in this respect. One day when he was governor, a delegation of public men came up to Albany and called upon the governor. He was not in his office and no one knew where he was. The delegation was an important one and their time was not to be wasted. A dozen messengers were sent hunting the governor, and after ten minutes of the pre cious time had passed, they found him curled up in a corner with one or two neighbor's children and a street arab, drawing pic tures of guns and ponies on the writing table. The children had waylaid him and begged him to show them pictures of the guns and mustangs he had in the war. At another time he was found in the executive chamber, half buried under children clambering over his chair, while he tried to show them photographs of scenes of the campaign. The president is going to be much busier than he ever has been in his busy life, but unless all signs fail, there are going to be a good many children in Washington and throughout the coun try who will cherish some delightful times which they had either with the president or as a result of his universal love for child hood. Girls and Tneir Country. llrt ANY a girl has wished before this that she might be a boy so that she could do something for her country. Perhaps she has sighed to be a Molly Pitcher or a Clara Barton or some other woman who has done some notable patriotic deed or accom plished some great end for the good of her country. It is a worthy ambition, but there are other woman who have wrought much good in very humble and inconspicuous ways. Such a one was Jennie Wade, in whose memory the women of lowa have erected a monument in Gettysburg cemetery, the first to a woman on that historic field. You probably never heard of Jennie Wade, and you may be still more surprised to know that her recognition came because of her death while making bread for the union soldiers. Her borne was almost within the lines of that awful three days' bat tle, and for the first two days she drew water, bucket after bucket, and carried it to the soldiers whose lines were near the house. In the last day she rose early and asked the men what they most wanted her to do for them. They asked for food different from the army rations, Jennie turned to her mother and said: "I will make biscuits if you will prepare the fire in the stove." The fire was made and Jennie had her hands in the dough When a minie ball crashed through the walls of the kitchen and killed the girl where she stood. A soldier's burial, by those for whom she had died, was given her the next day. Jennie Wade never strove to accomplish great things that THE JOURNAL JUNIOR. MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA. SATURDAY, SEPT. 21, 1901. would attract the admiring attention of the world. She merely did the duty that came to her hands, and she did it as well aa she could and as simply as possible under the terrifying condi tions. Her service to her country was quite as great as if she had borne an active part as a fighter in the ranks. True, indeed, are the words carved upon the base of the monument: "With a Courage Born of Loyalty, She Hath Done What She Could!" The editor is indebted to Sarah Ginsberg, of A Eighth Grade, Adams School, for the quotations on the value of time which ap pear among the papers of the Minneapolis Juniors to-day. The editor requested some time ago that the bookish Juniors should send in quotations of all sorts which pleased them or impressed them as they read. These may be gems from the classics or from the works of modern authors—either prose or poetry—just so the thought is a good one and worthy of being repeated. Many heads helping with a single quotation now and then would roll up a large supply, which the editor working alone could not gain. Probably the next generation of Juniors will bracket the names of Washington, Lincoln and McKinley as the three giants in our history. It is a noble trio. All were alike in devotion to the interests of their country and in those things which stand for the best in American manhood, while the personality of each is so different that no comparisons can be drawn between them. Just Between You and Me ?T w' WONDER if you Juniors know how much of yourselves fig j you show to me through your papers. Many a time [ I have been tempted to take a little thought or a little (s§§s£ thorn sticking out of them and make it the subject of a chat by letter. But, dear me! The papers come in by the several thousand during the month and I cannot do it. So I thought it would be pleasant to have a wholesale chat with you now and then in the Junior—the kind of chat where I can say "you" and "I" all that is necessary. So here we are. If you ever feel like suggesting topics for the chat, you are to do so. There are to be no set lines as to the field to be covered. We can roam as we wish. This is to be especially a column for the personal pleasure of "you and me." Dr. Hosmer's report of the past year at the library shows that you are reading much more than you ever have. Now, I wonder what the books are that you are reading. I am sadly afraid in some cases that they are not just what you ought to haiire. Not that they are so much improper as to subject as that they give you much froth at the very age when you should have much meat. Of course, you have heard something like this before. But you must let me have my say, too. You have more time to read now than you will have when you are grown up. There are certain great characters in fiction *rith which you must be familiar, if you expect to be consid ered men and women of education. And, judging from the em phasis you all put upon the value of education, you expect to have one. You must know Little Nell, Dick Swiveller, the March ioness, Sam Weller, Mr. Pickwick, David Copperfield, and all the rest of Dickens' great characters. Then there are Scott, George Eliot, Washington Irving, Fennimore Cooper, Hawthorne, and hosts of others, too numerous to mention here, whose charac ters you must know intimately. You should not be satisfied merely with a bowing acquaintance. In addition, you should know your mythology backwards. You can not get away from references to it Then, too, there are great historical personages with whom you should walk familiarly. Literature is rich these days in autobiographies and correspondence. Search for these things. The froth can wait Now is your harvest time in these fields, for when you have The Story Teller'" "A Stitch in Time Saves Nine" ONE warm afternoon Walter was reading and his mother was doing some work. He looked ap as he heard her say, "A stitch in time saves nine." m "Well, now, I wonder what that means," he said to himself. " 'A stitch in time saves nine,' What can it mean?" Miss Beck was Walter's teacher and she was in the habit of asking each child in the class one question in geography. On« day Walter did not study his lesson. So when she asked him a question he could not answer it. He was very sorry he had not studied when he had to stay after school and recite the whola Walter's wheel broke down. grown older, you will need to read many things by current wri ters in order to keep up with the world's progress. You see, I do not expect any of you to lag behind in the world's work. Perhaps you cannot all lead, for there certainly are a great many of you. At least you can be in the front rank 3; and it is the front ranks who bear the brunt of the battle and who often decide the issue by their actions. Your opportunities for getting at the best are Infinitely bet ter than they were for the children of twenty years ago. Much of the best has been arranged for you so that you ought to enjoy the process of gaining this desired familiarity. Play if you will while you are young, but when you read, take the matter seriously, for upon that you will build more of the future than you guess. As to boys. Somebody tries to evade the question by saying that since "boys will be boys," they should not be expected to be reasonably neat; that there must be something wrong with the small boy who exhibits symptoms of chronic neatness. This is letting the small boy off altogether too easily. He is a boy because he can't help himself. He certainly is lucky in the fact, but he should take it with becoming modesty. There is no real reason why neatness should not be part of a boy's training, just the same as good manners. Coming right home, how many of you expect your mothers or sisters to pick up things after you? How many of you cherish your mother, try to save her steps or lighten her home duties. Now, I like boys very much. I was brought up in the be lief that "boys will be boys" and that girls had to make the best of it. I accepted it meekly for a long time and suffered in silence. I am doing my own thinking now, and I object very strongly to this excuse, which is really no excuse—no better than a woman's " 'cause." The next time you are tempted to excuse yourselves by think ing or saying "boys will be boys," just stop a moment and see whether you have been thoughtless, or whether it might be called downright selfishness. Some of my Junior boys have talked with me of late about taking up various languages. Properly speaking, it seems not to have been so much a case of taking up, as getting out of taking up. There are all sorts of ways to fight. Sometimes a general will go around an obstacle; sometimes he finds he can do nothing but go straight at it. The boy of to-day should have a greater or less familiarity with as many languages as he can. So, Instead of skirting around the obstacle of^ unwelcome work at languages, go full tilt at them and get at the top. Boys of to-day face much different business prospects from what their fathers did. Within three years we have expanded commercially, and where our commerce goes, the present gen eration of Junior boys and their cousins are going to follow. English has almost taken the place of French as the universal language, but even at the rate of progress of the past few years, it will be another generation at least before it is at all general. Now, the boy who can go to South America, say, and get close to the people commercially because he can talk their language, is a much more valuable man than one who has to use an interpreter. The same in France, in Germany, in every country where our manufacturers go. And there is not a country in the civilized world where we are not so represented. You see my argument now, don't you? Any one who knows will tell you that you can learn lan guages much easier when you are young. Moreover, you have nothing to do now but study.* Later you will have bread-and butter work to do, and you will not be able to stop for anything like this. People who make a study of such things tell.us that the next international war will be one of commerce, it is you Junior boys who are going to help fight it. Just as a soldier must learn how to fight his battles, so must you prepare yourselves in every way possible to uphold the honor of your country. Do not evade languages. —THE EDITOR. FOR JAPANESE WOMEN. The Japanese university in Tokio, exclusively for women, Is approaching completion and will be opened some time thia year. The institution is the outgrowth of advanced ideas held by Japanese families of education. lesson to Miss Beck instead of one question. When he said good-night to Miss Beck she said: "Remember, Walter, that a stitch in time saves nine." "What can that teacher mean? I don't see how I can take a stitch in my geography." Thursday Walter went riding on his bicycle and broke it When he reached home he started to fix it. But he was not half through when the boys came over to play ball. "All right," he said, "111 play ball with you. I can fix my wheel Saturday." And he played ball with the boys till dinner time. The next day Walter's cousin, Fred, came over to go bicycle riding with him. "My bicycle's broken, but I think it will hold out till w« get back," said Walter, and they started out They went much farther than they expected to and when they were about three miles from anywhere Walter's wheel broke down. "Oh, dear, I wish I had fixed my wheel yesterday instead of playing ball," cried Walter, but there was no use in wishing that now. The boy 3 walked three miles to a small house, where they rested. When they finally reached home Walter's wheel waa broken a great deal worse than it had been the day before. He had to take it to a bicycle shop, where they had so much to do that he could not get it for a week. And he wished more than over that he had fixed his wheel the night before. When he told his troubles to his mother she said, "A stitch in time saves nine." "There that is again. I'll really have to find out what it means. I couldn't take a stitch in my bicycle any more than I could in my geography." The next day was Saturday. When Walter came down stairs that morning his father said to him: "Walter, I told you over a week ago that I wanted you to do some work for me down at my office, and you have kept put ting it off and putting it off. Now, I want you* to go down with me this morning and do that work." When Walter with his father reached the office he saw that there was much more work now than when his father first asked him to do it He finished it about 3 o'clock that afternoon. When he was preparing to go home his father said to him: "Walter, I wish you would write a line in your memorandum book when you get home." "All right, father, what shall I write?" Walter was not surprised to hear his father say, "A stitch In time saves nine." When Walter went home that afternoon he said to his mother: "About a week ago I heard you say, 'A stitch in time saves nine,' and I wondered what it meant But I have had three good les sons this week and I think I know its meaning now." A Sixth Grade, —Hazel Rolph, Oarfleld School. 2100 Fourth Avenue 8.