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JUNIOR EDITORIAL CORNER Junior Call; Market and Third Streets, San Francisco, November 20, 1910. .Good morning, Junior Boys and Girls! \ I suppose you arc looking forward to a certain 'day in the week with all sorts' of anticipation, and lam sure each and every one of you will not forget to be very thankful for the things you have. Don't measure your gifts by those of the other fellow. -He may to all appearances be the richer of.'the two;* but stop and think a minute. Has he a mother just like, yours? Has*, he a father? Has^ he as' many friends as you have? You know you can't always tell by ioittward appearances just how happy a person is. There may be a hidden' grief that we know nothing about. So just remember to be thankful for what YOU have and make the best of everything. Of course, you all know the origin of Thanksgiving. How our New Eng land forefathers in gratitude to God for their safe arrival • upon the shores oLthe new world set aside a special day in. which to express that gratitude. How: after the country had gained v.its/ independence the day was made *a /national event which the people of the whole ;United States observed religiously. It is nor/.' only a .day for^ thanksgiving, but a day for merry makingo'as well, and, next to Christmas, is, perhaps, the most universally observed holiday, with the exception of New Year, on the calendar. I wish you all a very happy Thanksgiving with \u25a0cranber/y^, sauce and turkey. As Mother is still- in the IJast, the Pup and' I will be a Httle . bit lone-/ some, .but,; nevertheless, we are: so delighted at having her for a mother ; that we -can Afford to do- without her one or two weeksr-in the year. We thihkjshe'isthe. greatest clg jii the -universe and Mrs. Master does, too. She saysr Mother is worth a dozen of us, and I guess she's right. Did'you ever, stop ,to think' how dreadful ii t _ must; be for the children who haven't any /mothers?,, No mother to tell your troubles to; no mother to run to if you get hurt. What a desolate, lonesme, feeling' it must be, not to know that 1 there's some one"-at home .who/always understands. I'll tell you/this much, juniors: those of us who have our 'mothers ought to be mighty thank- /. nil and do all in our power to be kind to the ones who haven't. . I- think the drawing contest is" going .to be a huge success. F had no idea,.you could do so"' many different things. I knew you could write, of .course,^and I've watched your progress from week to week, but I -didn't know there were so many , : embryo '\u25a0\u25a0 artists in your ranks. :r You surprise me every/day. 1 T never know what unusual talent you arc going to develop next. Now, is itanywonder/that I am very proud of being Alonzo of The Junior . 'Call? ;/ . \u25a0/; :' ' \u25a0 „ " - ' . /'\ ' V ' ' . '* -Write "to me, one and fall, this week, .and keep up with; the contests. - Again,; with. the best of Thanksgiving, wishes, .'\u25a0..: . ALONZO. SHORT/ BARKS FROM ALONZO Over the hills , and. far away Flew Dame Goose on a wildduck gray, When of/a sudden the Pup she spied— — ' Down she swooped and, gave him a ride. ;'; '- 1,-Alorizo, was the hero of a thrilling rescue the other day. I was going by. a produce shop on my way downtown,, when' suddenly a turkey ran out in front of me. She. dash^d'down the street with a , half dozen clerks in pur ; suit/ and -..I went along^to se<; the fun. All at.once it dawned on me that, it 'might -be fun for. the men, but it meant life, to her, and then I began to run in;dead earnest ; .When the pursuers saw me they slackened up a bit. "He'll stop her all-right," they said. But I didn't; stop" her; I just encouraged her to run faster, and would you belicveit, we won the race and got away? If I" were, an Englishman I'd probably be given a "V. C." As it is, there's a warrant out for my arrest, and'now I have to cross the street every time I soc a policeman. / . •*.'-.. And you really seem-to have a case of blues. Smooth your feathers, don't look flurried Take another lease on life and change your views." A friend of mine came over from Oakland on one of the ferry boats recently. -Being an artist in his way, he longed for a broader and higher vision, so he climbed the stairs to the upper deck. A human with an evident lack of soul followed him up and chased him down. "I could stand the lower deck, Alonzo," remarked my friend, "but I do object to indignities. Fancy -a descendant of Rob Roy being 'shooed' about like a common chicken!" Isn't it fine to be a Junior? There have been times when I longed for the freedom of a bird, any kind of a bird. .Hut being a bird these days is rather ticklish business. You re apt to have your horizon, not to mention your head, cut off, and a bird without a top is like anything else in a similar condition — useless. Who'd be a turkey, anyway? Tim SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 191.0.— THE JUNTOR CALL' DRAWING CONTEST Two pmcs will be given for the two best drawings submitted by the Juniors each week, the prize winning sketches to be reproduced in the paper. The prizes awarded will be the best books for boys and girls obtainable and will embrace fiction, travel, fairy lore, aeroplane building, etc. These boons are the newest publications and are being received every day from the east. Among them are such works as "Betty's Happy Year," by Carolyn Wells: "Clif Stirling," by Gilbert Patten; "That Freshman," by Christina Catrevas; "Hero Tales of the Far North," by Jacob Riis; "The New Boy at Hilltop," by Ralph Henry Barbour, and many others. ..This week's subject is, "Schoolmates." Be sure to give your ijame, age and school, as in the puzzle and writing contests; and, above all things, use black ink for your sketches, as the blue fluid will not permit of reproduction. Prize winners will be an nounced in the paper of December 4. ... • > Below are published the two prize winning sketches and one which the editor thought worthy of honorable mention. j A prize winner. Drawn by Albert Cooper, Elmhurst, age 13 years. | Honorable mention. Drawn byMargaret H. Brown, Oakland. Age 11. | Death Always at the Elbow of the Diver Soldiers and sailors, firemen and po- . licemen, risk their lives many a time, but many's the day's, work they do' where there is no risk at all. Not so with that workman of modern days — \u25a0 the diver. He never goes to his day's labor without taking his life in his hands. The everyday risk to the aver* age American workman is imfinitesi mal; the diver has his risk always with him. His next job may always be~his last! No diver has taken his dally chance oftener than Captain John Olson of •; Boston. For nearly 40 years, winter and summer, this doughty descendant of the Norsemen has done his work In the depths of the sea. Ills first dive was his hardest. Said he: "When I started down and saw the great wail of water closing over me I thought that it was going to over whelm, and drown me. I forgot, you know, that I was looking at it through the thick, glass of the helmet that was keeping mo safe. I felt as if I was being smothered and wanted to como right up again long before I got to the bottom. But as I didn't care to be -laughed at and called a coward by tho mates I screwed up my courage and stayed down. The second day I re mainod down longer, and by the end of the week I was all right nnd a full Hedged diver with all fear knocked out of me." More than a quarter of a century ago, when the steamer City of Colum bus foundered- off Gay head in. a terri ble storm, resulting In the loss of about 200 lives, Captain Olsen was the first diver to go down to the lost Bteamer. He was engaged to make a "thorough examination of tho wrecked ship and to recover what bodies he could. With but a few hours' respite, he was under water at that time for 24 hours without Bleep. Captain Glsen has frequently gone A prize winner. Drawn by Dorothy Friedcnthal, San Fran cisco, age 12 years. down on diving trips during the cold est kind of weather In the. depths of winter. One of these memorable occa sions was at the time the steamer Portland nailed from Boston and disap peared in that awful storm of Novem ber, 18'J8, never more to be seen or heard of, swallowed up by the sea with all on board. At that time Captain Olsen put in IS days In bitter cold weather searching the ocean's bed off the tip of Capes Cod for some trace of the lost steamer, but he was unable (0 find anything, — New York W.orld.