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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.

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