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The San Francisco Call Junior Section
Issued Every Saturday For the Boys arid Qirls; of< Sari Hr*an<oisbp and California
HAVE YOU SEEN ALONZO? HE LEARNS ABOUT THE BARK OF A GUN
HISTORY OF THE AMERICAN FLAG
THE history of our glorious old flag
Is of exceeding Interest, and brings
back to us a throng of sacred and
thrilling associations. The banner of
St. Andrew was blue, charged with a
white saltier or cross in the form of
the letter X. and was used in Scotland
as early as the eleventh century. The
banner of St_ George was white,
cherg-ed with the red cross, and was
used In Rngland as early as the first
part of the fourteenth century. By a
royal proclamation dated April 12, 1700,
these two crosses were joined together
upon the same banner, forming the an
cient national Sag of England.
It was not until Ireland, In ISOI, was
rr.ade a part of Great Britain, that the
present national Sag of England, so
well known as the union jeck, was
completed. But It was the ancient flag
of England that constituted the basis
of our American banner. Various other
flags bad indeed been raised at other
times by our colonial ancestors. But
they were not particularly associated
with, or at least were not incorporated'
Into and made a part of the destined
"stars and stripes."
It was after Washington had taken
command of the first army of the rev
olution, at Cambridge, that -he unfolded
before them the new flag of 13 stripes
of alternate red and white, having upon
one of Its corners the red and white
crosses of St. George and St. Andrew,
on a field of blue. And this was the
standard which was borne into the city
of Boston when it was evacuated by fhe
British troops and was entered by the
American army.
Uniting, as ii did. the flags of Eng
land and America, It showed that the
colonists were not yet prepared to
sever the tie that bound them to the
mother country. By that -union of flags
they claimed to be a vital and substan
tial part of the empire of Great Brit
ain, and demanded the rights and privi
leges which such a relation Implied.
Yet it was by these 13 stripes that they
made knovrn the union also of the 13
colonies, the stripes of white declaring
the pur:ty and Innocence of their cause
and the stripes of red giving forth de
fiance to cruelty and opposition.
On the 14th day of June, 177", it
was resolved by congress "That the
flag of the 13 United States be 13
stripes, alternate red and white and
the | union be 13 white stars in the
blue field." This resolution was made
public September 3, 1777. and the flag
that was first made and used in pur
suance of it was that which led the
Americans to victory at' Saratoga, Here
the 13 stars were arz-anged in a circle,
as we sometimes see them now, In
order better to express the union of
the states.
In 1754, there having been two more
new states added to tbe union, it was
voted that the alternate stripes, as
well as the circling stars, be fifteen in
number," and the flag, as thus altered
. and enlarged, was the one which was
| borne through all the contests of the
\u25a0war of 1812. But It was thought that
the Cag would at length become too
large if a new Ftripe should be added
with every freshly admitted state. It
was. therefore, enacted, in 1618, that
c permanent return should be made to
the original number of 13 stripes, and
the number of stars should henceforth
correspond to the growing number of
states.
Thu* the flag would symbolize the
union as it might be at any given pe
riod of its history., and also as it was
at the very hour of its birth. It was
at the same time suggested that these
stars, instead of being arranged In a
• circle, should be formed into a single
j ttar — a suggestion which we occa-
I Fionally see adopted. In fine, no par
ticular order seems now to be ob
JUNIORVILLE PEOPLE VISIT THE SEALS AT THE CLIFF HOUSE ROCKS
served with, respect to tne arrange
ment of the constellation. It Is enough
if only the whole number be there
upon that azure field — the b!u* to be
emblematical of perseverance, vigi
lance and justice, the , star to signify
the glory of the state it may repre
sent, and the whole to be eloquent
forever of a union that murt he "one
and inseparable."
"What preclouß associations cluster
around our flag. Not alone have our
fathers set up this banner in the name
cf God over the well won battlefields
of the revolution and over the cities
and towns which they rescued from
despotic rule; but. think where also
their descendants have carried it, and
raised It in conquest or protection;
Through what clouds of dust and
smoke has It passed — what storms of
shot and shell — what scenes of fire
and blood! Not only at Saratoga, at
Monmouth and at Torktown. but at
Lundy"s Lane and New Orleans, at
Buena Vista and Chapultepec. It is
the same glorious old nag which. In
scribed with the dying words of Law
rence, "Don't give up the shlp."^ was
hoisted on Lake Erie 'by Commodore
Perry Just on the eve of his great naval
victory — the same old flag which our
great chieftain bore In triumph to the
proud city of the Aztecs and planted
r.pon the heights of her national pal
ace. Brave hands raised It above the
eternal regions of Ice in the arctic
seas, and have set It up on "the sum
mite of the lofty mountains of the dis
tant west.
Where has It not gone, the pride of
Its friends and the terror of foe*!,
What countries and what «eas has It
not visited? Where has not the Ameri
can citizen been able to stand beneath
lv guardian foldß and defy the world?
With what Joy and exultation seamen
and tourists have gazed upon Its stars
and stripes, read In it the history o%
their nation's glory, received from It
the full sense of security, and drawn
from It the "Inspirations of patriotism!
By it, how many, have sworn fealty -to
their country!
What bursts of magnificent elo
quence It has called' forth from Web
ster and Everett! What lyric strains
of poetry Xrom Drake and Holmes!
How many heroes its folds have cov
ered In death! How many have lived
for it. and how many have died for it!
How many, living and dying, have said.
In their enthusiastic devotion to its
honor, like that young wounded suf
ferer In the Btreets of Baltimore, "Oh,
the flag? the stars and stripes!" and
wherever that flag has gone, it has
been the herald of a better day — it has
been the pledge of freedom, of justice,
of order, of civilization and of Chris
tianity. Tyrants only have hated It,
and the enemies of mankind alone
have trampled it to the earth. All who
sigh for the triumph of truth and
righteousness love and salute it. — Rev.
A. P. Putnam.
A Graphophone in Africa
To get the shouts of the half civilized
natives on the hunt for big game, the
weird music and songs, the conversa
tion among those who have only a dia
lect as a form of communication, as
well as those, who have a language;
the roar of the wild boasts of the Jun
gle, the shouts of the hunters and
similar sounds in Africa, President
Roosevelt has had a graphophone of
aluminum specially made! for him.
Tbe machine is so light that it may
be carried about by a member of the
party without Inconvenience -and will
be ready for use at all times. — New
SAN- FRANCISCO, CAL,, SATURDAY, JUNE 26^1909
A Pretty Incideht
pLBERT HUBBARD. in his "Little
1 v Journey to the Home of Stephen
• — Girard," tells this little anecdote:
"On one of his trips to the West Indies,
the ship of which Stephen Girard was
mate stopped at the isle of Martinique.
"The captain and mate went ashore,
and were Invited to dine at the house
of a merchant and planter up on the
hillside overlooking the' sea. Tbe
sugar with which the ship was loading
belonged to this planter, hence the
courtesies to the seafaring men. "^ It
was a great event to Girard. He would
have evaded it if he could, and yet he
wanted to see how folks who lived
in houses really acted. \
"Of that seemingly uneventful day
one Incident stood 'out in the mind of
Girard to' the day of his death. ' It
seems the merchant and planter had
a niece who lived in his : household.
This girl sat at the table next to Girard.
She was only a. child, about 12 year 3
of age. and her presence caused the
little first mate 1 to lose all appetite.
However, nothing- worse happened than
the spilling of a dish of soup in his
lap when the girl tried to pass the
plate to him, which was surely more
polite than to spill it in hers.
"After dinner the young lady accom
panied the party down tQ the wharf.
Going down the hill she talked, and
talked a good deal, but Girard could
only say It was a fine day and looked
MS if there was going to be a Ftorm.
'"This girl was tall, angular ; and
strong. Sue climbed the rigging to the
lookout and then was ! st-olded* by her
"Uncle, who was really : proud of, her
and chuckled at her performance. Her
features were rather coarse, but her
lustrous eyes and bubbling vitality
caused. the one sound -peeper of Girard
to follow her In awe and reverence.
; ; "She went Into the cabin and looked
at his books; this pleased Girard. He
asked - her if she could read,; and she
loftily wrote her name for him, thus:
Marie Josephine Rose Tascher de la
Pagerie.
"She handed him the slip of paper
and -remarked, 'You could never re
member my name, so I write it out for
you like this.'
"In a few minutes the order was
given. 'All ashore who are going
ashore!'
"Girard kept ) that slip of paper, and
a few years afterward. In a generous
mood, sent the girl a present of a blu«
shawl. She wrote In acknowledgment
and Incidentally said that she wag soon
to sail for France 'to get an education.'
"Girard ; was surprised that any
woman should want an education, and
still more amazed at the probability
that she could acquire one. In fact,
when the -girl had written her name
for him he kept the slip of paper more
as a curiosity than anything else — it
was the handwriting- of a woman!
Girard never received but that one let
ter from the young lady, but from his
shipping agent In Martinique' word
cam© that Marie Josephine Rose had
married, when 16,; the Vicomte Beau
harnals. . . ,
"Some years after, Girard heard from
the same source that she was a widow.
"Later, learned that she married
a Corsican by the name, of Napoleon
Bonaparte."
A Charm
In the morning when you rise
Wash your hands and cleanse your
eyes; . . ,
Next, be sure ye have a care
To disperse the water far; '
For as far' as :it- doth light, .'
So far k"eeps ;the 'evil sprite. -. ' .
GOOD STORIES IN FEW WORDS AND BRIEF, POINTED POEMS
Why Does the Moon's Reflection
Follow Us on the Sea?
. Wherever we choose to ' Stand on the
seashore it looks as if the moon throws
its light on the water Just opposite Us,
and as if when we move the moon
alters the path of its light on the water
just to suit us. But if two persons are
together, and one walks and the other
does not, they both see the' light of the
moon on the sea. , And If we placed -a
long row of people all along the shore
they would all see a line of light, and
they would have to agree among them
selves that the whole of the sea and
not merely the line of it between toe
nioon and any one of them, is brightly
lighted. That Ib, of course, the^ fact;
the whole sea is .lighted as brightly
as the line we see. As the light strikes
the sea from the moon, it is reflected,
and passes onward in the same line,
just as a ball does when it is thrown
on a smooth surface.
So our eyes catch the light that: re
bounds from the sea straight to them,
and miss the light thar is reflected on
either side. The line Is broader when
the sea is rough, because then many of
the little waves are. placed at angle",
so that they turn the light : toward
our eyes.— Monitor.
The Water! The Water!
The water! the water; : ; *'\u25a0 , i
i The?joyous brook for me, j
fThat tuneth through the gAt night i
• Its ever living, : glee.^^^_._
The water! the water!
That Sleepless, merry heart.
Which gurgles on unstintedly.
And loveth' to Impart r
To all around it. some small measure >
Of its own most perfect pleasure. -7.-
The water! the water!
The gentle stream for me, v . :
That gushee from the old gray stone
Beside the alder tree/,
The water!- the water;
•That ever bubbling spring ...
I loved and look'd on while a child,
In deepest wondering— -
And ask'd it whence it came and went.
And when Its treasures would be spent.
The water! the water!
The merry wanton brook- r : : i"?
That bent itself to • pleasure me,
Like mine old shepherd crook.
The water! the water!
That 'sang so .Bweet at, noon, \u25a0
And. sweeter, .still all night, to win
Smiles from the pale, proud moon,
And from \u25a0 the little fairy faces
That gleam in heaven's remotest places.
—William Motherwell. .
Placing the Stomach
Charlie was a bright boy, with a
good memory. He was the prize pupil
in v geography and physiology and when
the school had any visitors the teacher
liked to show him off. One day a
member of the school committee hap
pened in as the class was reciting
geography and asked a few questions
and received' fairly accurate answers.
When he expressed a desire 'to, switch
off to physiology, however, the teacher
thought It was about time to show
him something particularly precocious.
So when he asked, "Where is the
stomach located?" she called on Charlie
to answer. He, did so with ready as
surance: : . * \u25a0 << ."• . :\u25a0\u25a0 .. ;
- "The stomach," he said, "is situated
Just south, of the lungs in- a hole in
the diagram." *\u25a0 '-, '.
Good Morning
Up! quit thy bower, late wears the hour.
Long have the. rooks cawed round the
V'\u25a0 -tower; .
O>r flower and. tree loud hums the bee.
And the wild-kid sports merrily —
The sun is! bright, the skies are clear,
Wake, lady! wake! and hasten here.
Up! maiden fair, and bind thy hair, i
And rouse thee in the breezy air;
The lulling .stream that' (soothed thy
dream ,
Is dancing in the sunny beam;
Waste not these hours,. so fresh, so gay;
Leave thy soft couch and haste away. I
Up! time 'will., tell;' the* morning bell
Its service Bound has chimed well;
The aged crone keeps house alone.
The reapers to the . fields are gone.
Lose not the/se hours, so cool, so gay,
Lo! /whilst (hou sleep'est they haste
away. — Joanna Baillie.
. •-
White "Rhinos"
Among the rare equatorial animals
of which former President Roosevelt
and his son Kermit, who is accompany
ing him across the plains and forests
of eastern and central Africa, expect
to get specimens Is the so called
"white" rhinoceros. This creature is
not really" white. It-is a sort of yel
lowish gray, not much lighter" In color
that ' the ; common rhinoceros. It is
taller, however, fand 'has i.:a" larger and
"sfj oarer- snout. -• *
The white rhinoceros -feeds more ex
tensively upon vegetables than does its
commoner relative. One" of its two
horns is dwarfed, a fact which has
given * : rise at different times to stories
of a ."one horned specie 9of rhino.*
Its skin is covered with many small,
warty, tubercles, 'and altogether its ap
pearance is scarcely beautiful. Its
keen scent" and rapid gait make it ex
tremely difficult ,to approach. The
species' is rapidly disappearing. In
IS9O .It- had.practically vanished' from
east* Africa, except for a small reserve
in Zululand, where a number of speci
mens. still haunted. .
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Good-night
The sun is down, and time gone by.
The stars are twinkling in the sky,
Nor torch nor taper longer may
Eke out a blithe but stinted day; \u25a0
The hours have passed with stealthy
flight, . ,
We needs must part: Good night,
1 _•' good night!
The lady in her curtained bed.
The herdsman in his wattled shed, .
The clansman in the heat he red hall
Sweet. sleep be with you," one and all!
We part in hopes of days as bright' .
As- this, gone by: Good night, . good
night! '
Sweet sleep be. with us, one and all!
And if upon Its stillness fall
The visions of- a busy brain,
We'll jj have "our pleasures o'er again.
To warm the heart, to charm the sight.
Gay; dreams to all! Good night, good
\u25a0 night! ; . —Joanna Bat Hie.
Chinese Ink
Chinese ' ink' is made by carbonising
a mixture of colza or ' sesame oil, var
nish and lard, and mixing the product
with gum water and a little camphor
and musk. The paste thus obtained Is
beaten with steel* hammers on a block
of wood. A metallic luster is given
to. the: Ink /by adding from 25 to 140
leaves of gold to each pound. The ink
is • then " pressed and*.drled In wooden
m'olds.\ - " --\u25a0 •"\u25a0\u25a0 '\u25a0-.'':/'•• '
Only a Cup of Tea
China Is the land of tea. yet. strange
to say, it is sometimes very hard to get
a good cup of that beverage there. The
tea the Chinese drink is quite different
from ours, and that suited to American
taste Is sent out of the country.
It is also in many parts equally dif
ficult to get good milk; the cows are
poor, lean creatures, and the" milkman
Is not particular about keeping his
utensils clean. In one instance two
missionary ladies found so many for
eign substances in .the fluid that they
decided to. take only tinned milk In the
future. The- day after the decision,
as they were sitting on the veranda
of , their little house, the garden gate
opened and the milkman appeared
leading a miserable looking cow by the
halter. He had brought the animal to
milk it in the presence of the ladies,
to assure them that the milk was
pure.
When missionaries make an after
noon call they are expected to take tea.
and it is an offense if they do not do
so. This is a trial, especially when
several calls must be made in one day.
On-one occasion the missionary, chat
ting while tea was being prepared, saw
the hostess take the cup that was in
tended for her. and, finding It not quite
clean, wet her fingers in her mouth
to rub off the dirt. The poor lady
wondered how she could drink her tea,
but." happily, a native Christian, who
was present and had observed the in
cident,- jjwe, to Jujr rescue.
Advancing to the table, he politely
said to the hostess:
"May I be allowed to pour out the tea
for our visitor, as I know e.xactly how
the ladles like it?"
He then took the. cup. poured a little
tea Into it and thoroughly rineed it out
before putting in. that which the mis
sionary, was to drink.
This gave no offense to the hostess,
who watched the proceedings with in
terest, thinking that the rinsing process
was a foreign peculiarity. The act
was that of a true! gentleman, and yet
he was only a poor, Chinese whose finer
instincts had been quickened by Chris
tianity. — Globe Democrat.
A Snap
My little cousin, Marguerite.
Has everything her way.
She doesn't ever do a thing
But run around and play.
She sasses back like anything
And gets her apron soiled,
And all the aunts and uncles, say,
"Too bad that she ils spoiled."
Her mother says: "L wish you'd try
. To be more ladylike. •
It isn't nice when you get mad
\u25a0 Like naughty boys and strike."
But she pretends she doesn't hear.
And when her ma is through
She simply goes ahead and does
The things she wants to do.
And all the neighbors in the row. -
You may be sure. \u25a0 are shocked.
When she's around, the hired girl
Must keep the pantry locked.
She tears her dresses shamefully
And- gets her stockings wet.
And no one round dares say a word
To papa's little pet.
She plays with little alley kids
And' lets them call her "sis,"
And- she has just a lot of fun .
That other children miss.
Down in the • basement with the; cats
You're apt to find her colled.
She • always has 'a • bully • time.
I wish 'that^l was spoiled! \u25ba\u25a0*\u25a0;.:
The Sunbeam and the Tulip
A sparkling dewdrop lay in the cup
Of a blushing tulip, red;
" 'Tis a nectar fit for the gods to quaff,"
The elfs and fairies said.
But the sun." with a knowing wink,
bent low.
And drank from her lips a kiss.
Fusing her heart with his beams ef
gold.
And thrilling her being with bliss.
He stole the diamond dewdrop gstn.
That was spilled from the challc*
above.
Leaving a brighter radtanc« th»r».
As" her he?rt awoke to his love.
But alas! The sun. ere he shut his fan
At the close of that fair spring day.
Had kissed each scented flower he saw.
And wooed her the self-same "way.
The elfs and fairies caper, and dare*;
The sky with deep crimson glows;
Hushed are the little song bird's trills.
While dreamily droop* the rose.
The tulip is lifting her blushing fac«
In search of her lover — the sun —
Yet he looks down upon many loves.
While the tulip see 3 but one.
— Agn«s Lockhart Hughes.
The Line He Was On
Two telephone girls were talking
over the wire. . Both were discussing
what they should wear. In the midst
of this important conversation a. mas
culine voice Interrupted, asking, hum
bly for a number.. . On» of the girls
became indignant and scornfully ask?d:
"What line 3b you think you are on.
anyhow*'! -Well," said the man, "I
am not /sure, but, Judging from what
I have heard I "should say I was on
a clothes line.**
.—. — ; — \u25a0 »
The War Horse
The fiery courser, when he hears from
tar , .
The sprightly trumpets and th« shouts
• of war.
Pricks up his ears and trembling with
delight. -
Shifts place and paws, and hopes the
promised light
On his right shoulder his thick mane
reclined.
Ruffles at speed and dances in the wind.
Eager he stands — then, starting with
a boung. •
He turns the turf, and shakes the
solid ground;
Fire from his eyes, clouds from hi 3
nostrils flow.
He bears his rider headlong on the
foe.
— John Dryden (from Virgil).
Boy and the Dram
In Prof. Nathaniel Shaler's "Autobi
ography," now running in the Atlantic,
there is a dellc'.ous glimpse of baby
hood's recollections. He says: "The
first recollections are of the parade
ground and of the soldiers, above all of
the music and the bugle calls. Those
notes are so embedded in me that they
seem a part of me and strangely move
me to this far off day. The earliest
trace of any activity that I recall is
an adventure with the musician who
beat the great drum of* the barracks
band. It was my delight to see th»
band march around the parade ground
and my cherished ambition to have a
whack at the drum. So, craftily, stick
in hand, I hid behind a boxed tree and
managed to get in a stroke, only to b»
bowled over by the "marching drummer.
I could- not have been more than 4
years old. at the 'time, yet the delight
of that "deed stays by me."