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AND THE IRON CAR | Newfangled Invention Saved 200 Lives By C. H. CLAUDY. (Copyright, by Rldgway Cos.) EMORIES of a horror are f % | usually more highly col- I [y| I ored than descriptions written at the time. One might discount the story 0 f the storm of January ISSSSSSSr 12> JBSO, if it came from eye-witnecses, recalling at this far distant date the blinding snow and the mountainous waves, but when the so ber encyclopedia and the local histo ries both speak of this tremendous blizzard as of “unheard-of violence” and “beyond the power of words, it Is a fair Inference that it really was remarkable as a storm, even an At lantic winter storm. The snow' was both thick and whirled in great clouds by a terrific gale, which parted the white flakes one minute for a gaze far to sea, only to hide the waves themselves from those on shore the next. The cold was bitter, and the wind such that men had difficulty standing in it. To walk with a long coat or oilskins w r as Impossible. The sea, according to de scription, was “such that no boat could live, no matter what brave hearts her crew' might carry.” In this storm the British ship Ayr shire, carrying immigrants to this country, foundered and struck, two hundred yards from shore at Squan Beach. New Jersey. Government life saving service there was none at that time, such wrecking service as was done being managed by individuals and charitable organizations. The government had not yet awakened to the need of coast protection for its shipping, nor were life-saving devices perfected then as they are now. Of self-baling, self-righting and buoyant life boats there were none. No one had ever heard of power life boats. But—luckily for the two hundred and one people on the Ayrshire— one James Francis, who invented corru gated iron, had made what he termed a “life car,” which was stored in a shed near the beach, waiting some such opportunity for demonstration The Ayrshire and the “Crazy” Car. The life car was not looked upon with favor by those stout hearts which had been accustomed to brave the sea in open dories, doing what rescue work they could with inefficient equip ment and depending on high courage and strong arms to snatch live bodies from wreck and sea: it was “new fangled;” it was a “foolish idea;” it was “not strong enough or big enough” to do the work. But on this twelfth of January not the stoutest heart that ever beat could take a dory through the breakers, nor any strength in human arms beat out to sea against such wind and waves. So that when John Maxon, “wreck master,” proposed using the iron car, there were willing if incredulous help ers in plenty to try the forlorn hope. The car was dragged from its shed, the mortar made ready—the Lyle gun had not then been invented—-and the round ball with its slender line rammed home. And if those on the shaking hulk six hundred feet away caught glimpses of activities on the beach, it is doubtful if they had either hope of rescue or comprehension of what was being done, for It needed no mariner to say this w r as no ordinary storm. The most ignorant of immi grants must have known that his chance of reaching in safety that new country he had come so far to seek was small, though but a short distance remained of the oversea journey. As for knowing what they w’ere about no one had ever heard of a life car at that time. v r But they knew on shipboard what to do with the ball and line when it came aboard, which it barely did. after several trials. It sepms a peculiar co incidence that the utmost strength of powder they could exert was just so balanced by wind that the ball should fall directly on the deck of the Ayr shire and not short, or beyond; yet bo it was. as after events proved. The light line yielded a heavier one, the heavier one hauled out a cable and a whip. Luckily the Ayrshire was stout and strong, and had struck too far in and with too much force to pound. She was safe enough for a short time, strongly built, and deep enough in the sand to form a firm sup port for the car and the ropes. One can imagine the joy of the igno rant at having communication thus es tablished with the shore, and the added horror to captain and crew, who knew well enough that neither ibreeches buoy nor boat could live in that sea, cable or no cable. Nor would there be time for breeches-buoy work There were two hundred and one pas sengers and crew, many of them worn KNEW EVERYTHING WAS SAFE Tennessee Mountaineer Understood the Joke and Enlarged It With His Own Humor. Tom Jernigan. my driver, had been explaining to me how the eastern Ten nessee mountaineers hated revenue who were on the lookout for moonshine stills, and gave some local color to his story by pointing out iplaces where at least two had been Oriental Traveling Courtesies. On the railway journey from Alex andria to Cairo we passed a constant stream of men, women and children, walking along the canal banks, or on donkeys—occasionally a whole family on a donkey! At the railway sta tions men and boys in great variety of flowing robes of many colors and gaudy skullcaps or turbans came to the carriage windows with fruit, su gar-cane and cakes of all sorts. Eggs were also popular. A man sitting op ma bought two eggs and a lit en and children, and the breeches buoy takes one at a time. An Aerial Bean Pot. But meanwhile the life car was bent into the whip and willing hands hauled it out. Nor was there hesita tion about opening or getting into the queer contrivance —the little, flat topped, round-bellied, corrugated iron pot, that looks scarce big enough for one, yet in w'hich seven grown people can be packed through the tiny hatch, to be shut in helpless, sardined against the iron walls, chilled to the marrow and all but suffocated with little air. Yet there, those who use the life car are safe from drowning, for though air can get in, w'ater—rln quantities, cannot. For this is the merit of the life car: suspended from a cable and hauled back and forth by hand, it rides either over the waves, on top of the- w'aves, or through the waves, and at times all three, one after the other. The breeches buoy drowns a man who Is dragged through too much water, killing while saving him. To be safe over a bad sea, the breeches buoy must be hung high. And here on the Ayrshire, with no masts left and a two-hundred-yard pull to shore, there was no w r ay to hang the cable high. * So the little life car made its first trip under the water. Invisible and smothered in foam. You can be very sure it was quickly opened when It came to the beach at last, and the cheer they gave for the seven who were hauled out, almost frozen, stiff and pale with the pallor of too close an approach of death, has left an echo wherever the iron car is used. Two Hundred Saved. Not seven only, but over two hun dred, did this, the first, life car save that day. Twenty-nine trips it made through the impassable waves and the indescribable storm. For John Maxon tallied seven lives saved, save once only. That was when some man—hero who gave his place to a woman or coward afraid to wait his turn, who can say now? —mounted the top of the car after the metal hatch was closed and left the Ayrshire clinging to the hatch. No one saw him go nor knew how long he clung, buffeted and beat en, on the perilous perch. The car came in as before, with seven within. | The Spirit gf | | Bunker Hill | Sooner or later every stranger who visits Boston invariably announces: “I must see Bunker Hill.” June 17 is the ideal day to gratify that wish; to correctly entertain my guests a supply of luscious chicken and ham sand wiches should be packed, wdth plenty of pickles and a few pieces of pie, for Charlestown —accent on the “town,” and pronounce it clearly, please —Is within the “pie belt.” We climb the stately pile on Bunker Hill; attend the exercises held by some historical association; listen to the strains of that old ode sung at the dedication of the monument in 1843, when Daniel Webster delivered his famous oration; behold the parade sweep in majesty about the foot of the historic pile, and watch the sun flash in golden gleams on the renowned "Sword of Bunker Hill.” Like many another historical landmark that oth erwise would have been obliterated. Bunker Hill has been preserved to posterity by the devotion of women. Where today are well-kept turf, a stately monument and joyous sight seers, in 1775 a bare summit scarred by cannon-shot, a raw', half-sodded fieldwrorks and low redoubt overlooked the burning churches and houses of Charlestown. Beyond from the Charles river, the British men-of-war joined the land batteries on the farther bank in the unceasing thunder of artillery, hurling death upon the men of Massa chusetts Bay, Vermont and Connecti cut. Due north to the very verge of the Mystic ran a weak breastwork across pasture lands and meadows, with here and there an orchard abloom with the delicate pink and white of apple, pear, cherry and quince; fields of yellow hearted, whlte-petalled daisies swayed in the vortex of cannon shot and the mad rush of furious charges. shot. Tom knew that I was what I pretended to be. a mining engineer looking for coal outcrop. But we came upon a “covite.” who eyed me and my dog. which ran by the buggy, with a suspicious stare. “You-all aimin’ to git some birds?” he asked. “There’s a flock of pa’t’idges in the bottom over yon. But you-all is goin’ the wrong way.” “Nope,” answered Jernigan solemn ly. “This man’s a revenue officer. That dog’s anew dog, he is—a whisky dog. * When we come to a creek that tie salt. He offered me some salt, which i declined, and all the rest of the way to Cairo he kept glancing at me as if he thought me a very ill mannered person—Christian Herald. House Cleaning Time. Wife (awakened by noise) —Oh, Tom, I hear a burglar downstairs. Hub —Well, don’t bother about him. By the time he falls over the mops, buckets and stepladders as I did when 1 came in he’ll wish he was some where else. who told of the man Rho could not wait. The crowd on shore pulled and hauled on the ropes until their hands were blistered and sore: fast, fast, for the wreck was breaking up and the mass of immigrants seemed scafcely diminished on the low decke when a rift in the flying snow showed the Ayr shire's white, shrouded form to those on shore. To drag a heavy car six hundred feet out, and then haul it home again, laden and low —no won der their hands got sore and their arms gave out! Then John Maxon brought his oxen into play and the two plodding beasts walked unconv plainingly back and forth, back and forth, all day long, until the car had made twenty-sine trips and every last man, woman and child on board, save the one who could not wait, were pulled by main strength from a watery grave and set on shore, cold, shaken, frightened, but safe! A Record Rescue. The life-saving service has man> brilliant rescues in its history and many a hero on its rolls. But never before or since this time have so many people been rescued from so bad a wreck in so terrific a storm. And this fact was recognized at the time; that here was a happening which w'as likely to stand unique for hundreds of years. So the little life car, no longer new and shapely, but dented and buf feted by wave and sand and many heavy loads of human lives, was re tired from active service, its honors won in this one day’s work, and now rests, an object of curiosity and of veneration, in the United States mu seum at Washington, for all to see who look. v The sand buried the Ayrshire, as If the ocean, cheated of its human prey, would at least take what it could. Thirty years after, the tide —perhaps the ocean forgot its vengeance!—un covered the bones of the Ayrshire, and in them was found the ball which fell on deck, bringing the light line which spelled life for two hundred. That ball, now suitably engraved, is one of the most, if not the most, cher ished possessions of the life-saving service, which grew with the years and necessity into its present huge propoi aons. There are still life cars in the sta tions of the service. For many years after this demonstration they played a big part in saving life, and probably will again. Of late years improved life boats, better facilities for erecting and using the breeches buoy, and finer life-saving methods have made its use less common. But it is always ready, the last resort of the crews when all else fails, and no matter what the con ditions or how bad the storm, there is always the memory of this story and the Ayrshire —-which every surfman knows —to prove that, be conditions what they may, while there is life •.o save and the life car to save it with there is still hope. Anon the orchards were full of red coated, white-gaitered infantry; the snow-white daisies were marred by great splashes of life-blood, and the pastures strewn with patches of scar let, where soldiers in their gay uni forrrlr had fallen to rise no more. To the left a half-score of brass howitz ers, posted amid brick-kilns and clay pits, sought to enfilade andsw r eep away the Daymen who kept the hill. Farmers, sailors, fishermen, trades men, clad in everyday garb, armed with their homely weapons of the chase, with scarcely a flag to fight un der, suffering hunger, thirst and weari ness under the broiling sun, coolly trained across the Bunker Hill breast work the long, rusty tubes which had already heaped windrows of dead and dying men upon the fields below, where the new-mown hay still lay dry ing. The British lines continued to charge. “Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes!” The word pass ed down the line of set faces, and levelled guns; a moment later hoarse cries, “Fire! Fire!” rang out; a crash of triple volleys and the rattle of dead ly file-firing followed. The powder failed, the provincials broke away pur sued by Pitcairn’s marines—for the moment, our fathers’ hope of victory was over. Yes, visit Bunker Hill; look upon a monument erected to cherish the memory of a defeat that brought suc cess, for Victory crowned the van quished that day. The day set apart to commemorate the battle of Bunker Hill is exclusively a Charlestown holi day, but far wider than Boston’s “tri mountains” spreads the spirit of Bunker Hill throughout a great nation christened on that day in the red blood of American freeman. —Joe Mitchel Chappie, in the National Mag azine. Really Not Up to Her. A girl forced by her parents into a disagreeable match with an old man. whom she detested, when the clergy man came to that part of the service where the bride is asked if she con sents to take the bridegroom" for her husband, said, with great simplicity: “Oh, dear, no, sir! Hut you are the first person who has asked my opinion about the matter.” dog smells it, and if there’s a still far as five miles up, he’ll p’int.” The mountaineer understood. But he showed by no twinkle of his eye that the humor had lodged in him. “That’s right interestin’,” he com mented. “But I was jest musin’ whether he was an applejack p’inter or a sour-mash setter. Will you gen tlemen buy as much as a quart?” Still Much Room in Brazil. Brazil can accommodate many mil lions of people without overcrowding. Then Some One Prayed. A number of clergymen were dis cussing the character of a venerable woman whom they esteemed to be wise in her generation, but a young man who was present said it struck him that she showed great lack of wisdom inr one respect, “What is that, pray?” inquired an elderly gentleman. “Why,” said the young man, “she always puts out her tubs to catch soft water when it is raining hard.*' And silence tell anon the assembly JoctalJof^ &/7C/ JttWaifitticnit For Commencement Day. I find that many of the schools have commencement exercises very I late In June and I have so many re quests from teachers of small district schools who are remote from large towns and yet are more than anxious to have creditable closing days. This little scheme is very pretty and not dif cult to work out. It is called “Childhood’s Happy Year.” Select four girls about the same age and j size to form each “season.” Make the costumes from crepe paper and rep resent “spring” by green frocks with | wreaths of green about the head: “summer” with white frocks and crowns and roses, either real or arti ficial, and gowns trimmed with gar lands of small roses; “Autumn” should have brown dresses with fall leaves in red and brown tints, and “Winter” all white with holly wreaths and mistletoe, or retl dresses trim med in cotton. “Spring” should enter first and march to the front of platform and sing the first verse of the following song, w’hich is easy to sing to the tune of “Swinging ’Neath the Old Ap ple Tree.” At the end of the lines, two of the girls turn to the right and two to the left and march dow r n the sides joining at the back in a line. “Summer,” “Autumn” and “Winter” follow’, a group at a time sing their verse and march as did "Spring” and take their places at the back behind the preceding “season.” This retains “Spring” at the front, and then all join hands, forming a circle, and sing the chorus through and march off in single file, “Spring” leading. It is really very effective. I Happy Childhood's hours, I With the budding flowers. With the warbling songsters j In leafy trees; When the earth rejoices, ; Glad we join our voices. Happy in the spring w r e are. • CHORUS. Happy Childhood! Happy Childhood! Singing all the day right merrily; Happy Childhood: Happy Childhood! Happy all the year are we. In the summer weather. Glad we are together, Chafing, little While on the wing, Ringing ’round o' rosies. Gathering sweetest posies, Happy in the summer es in spring. CHORUS. When the winds are sighing And the leaves are dying Opening prickling burrs ’Neath chestnut trees — Merrily we’re racing Two Costumes Just Right in the Light of Fashion Walking Costume. —Our model Is in mole-colored face cloth. The skirt is quite novel in cut, and is prettily trimmed at right side with satin-covered buttons. The coat has a slightly high-waisted bodice, with a long basque attached; there is a cape of satin, over which is a col lar of the cloth; satin cuffs and buttons trim the sleeves. Hat of light grayish blue Tagel. trimmed with mole ribbon and osprey. Materials required for the costume: 5% yards 46 Inches wide, 19 buttons % .yard satin 40 inches wide. 5 yards lining silk 20 inches wide. Garden Party Dress— White crepe-de-chine and imitation Irish cro chet lace are combined in this very prettj dress. The skirt, which is of the crepe, is tucked at foot and has a short tunic of lace. The bodices is of lace with tucked crepe-de-chine each side front; the sleeves are also of crepe, with lace insertion running from neck near ly to elbow; the elbows are gathered into insertion bands. A band of soft old rose satin, w'ith jeweled buttons, finishes the waist. Hat of old rose Tagel with soft satin crown, trimmed with a wreath of small pink flowers. Materials required for the dress: 3% yards crepe-de-chm© 44 Inches wide. yards insertion, 2ft yards lac© IS inches wida. in the air so bracing Happy in ILe breeze. CHORUS. When Jack Frost Is nipping Still we’re gayly sipping All the sweetness stored throughout the year— So, with checks aglowing Welcome we the snowing Winter brings us all good cheer. CHORUS. A Spinster Shower for “Polly." “Polly” had at last succumbed to Cupid’s wiles and the spinster club to which she belonged resolved to do the proper thing in way of a shower. The invitations were on green card board, lettered in yellow. They were so pretty that it was some time before the recipient realized they were sup posed to represent jealousy. Each guest took a dainty tea cup and saucer, the hostess providing the pot. All were asked to bring their thimbles. The work provided by the hostess was a variety of tea towels. Then the hostess requested the bride elect to make a cup of tea as a fare well to the other spinsters. The maid brought in a tray with the cups and saucers, each cup bearing a black cat shaped card on which the donor s name, and a sentiment were inscribed in white ink. I forgot to say, these cat cards were enclosed with the invi tations, and the cups were all sent to the hostess the day before the shower. Every one said it was a most unique way of giving a shower. An “S" Supper. Some years ago this “S” supper was given to vary the monotony ol the ordinary church supper. It a success, and I copy the menu for others who may like to try it. The card at the top said, “Supper Sched ule”: Sumptuous! Superb! Satisfying! Substantials. Slimly Sliced Sandwiches, Stylishly Shaped. Selected Seafruit, Somewhat Seasoned. Scalloped Sea-Fruit. Savory Salmon Salad. Scrumptious Salad; Small. Sleek Sardines. 'Square Saltines. Sundries. Shapely Spiced. Slender Sweet Pickles. Sour, Stringing, Stimulative Sauce. Seraphic Sweet-Cakes. Silver Spiced Sponge Snow Sweetmeats. Small. Suyculent, Racharine Slices Sweet ened. Solidfied Strawberry Syllabub. Soft. Smooth, Snowy. Slippery Sherbet Sips. Sisters’ Special Steeped Sip. Steaming, Soul-Stirring Stimulant. Sentiment Souvenirs, Suitably Selected. Supper. Six —Seven-Sixty. Several Sweet Sisters Sedulously Serving. MME. MERRI. Filet Tea Cake Covers. Of the same dimensions as the old fashioned glass layer cake covers, are very dainty shields for afternoon tea sandwiches. Their sides are compos ed of a half-dozen squares of em broidered white filet lace firmly wired at the four edges and joined to form a six-sided upright section which topped by a flat six-sided piece of em broidered filet. The contrivance per fectly protects the contents of a sand wich plate from germs and furnace dust without concealing the "goodies.’' Gloves for Trains. To me and ray commuting friends this idea has proven of inestimable value, writes a contributor to the La dies’ World. When having to take a dirty train trip in going to a reception, matinee or evening function, I am able to appear in immaculate white kid gloves by wearing a pair of short, thin, white silk gloves over my kid ones. The silk gloves appear like kid when placed over the kid ones. WA sroc2inis Department “Where They Send Out the Seeds” fIFASHINGTON.—“That is the place ft where they send out seeds.” This is the familiar formula which many Washington guides use in de scribing to tourists the wonders of the department of agriculture. This information was given through a meg aphone by the conductor of the rubber neck wagon to his patrons as they pass in front of the old red brick ad ministration building. Officials and clerks within hearing of this brief de scription throw dow r n their pens (or, for the sake of pleasantry, should it be their newspapers?) and take on a look of disgust and injured pride. For so many thousand of strangers to be given the information or to get the impression that the feature of work for w r hich the great department of Ag riculture has made it: elf famous or notorious is the sending out of seeds Is monstrous. One of the humiliating features of the whole business Is that the tourists appear to like it. They look with the proper awe-stricken stare and seem to be greatly Im pressed with the department * where they send out seeds.” “I wish you would write a piece for Rep. Johnson “Nearly” Had His Speech Printed Representative Albert Johnson, the handsome and vociferous mem ber from Oregon, nearly had a fine speech printed in a faraway coast pape * for which Harry Brown is the Washington correspondent. The word “nearly’’ is perhaps not used advisedly, for some of his speech got no nearer Portland than Chicago, and thereby langs a tale. Johnson used to be a newspaper man in this city. He was night editor and copy editor and reporter and all the regular things which ar' supposed to give newspaper men that broad and 'sympathetic view of large affairs. They are supposed to know when to spend fifty dollars on telegraph tolls for a speech on the tariff bill, and when to chop it off at a few words. Johnson made a speech during the general debate on the tariff bill a few days ago. It was his first speech in the House. It was a good speech, taking it by and large, but the air was jammed full of speeches about that time and the only newspaper that was publishing them was the Congres sional Record. However, Mr. Johnson did not want Portland to go unfed with crumbs from his table, so the evening fol lowing the great event of his speech he started out to find Harry Brown and tell him all about it. He couldn’t find Mr. Brown until the next day. “Say, Harry.” he remarked, “I tried More Americans Go to Teach in the Philippine? EIGHTY-FIVE American men and women teachers have just set out for the Philippines. This number was selected from a large eligible list cer tified by the United States civil serv ice commission as having the neces sary education and experience and having passed the required examina tion for the Philippine teaching serv ice. They came from nearly every state in the union, representing some of the beat universities, colleges and normal schools in this country. Most of them are college graduates, some have done graduate work in the uni versities and others have pursued technical courses preparing them to take charge of agricultural work, manual training and trade school work and domestic science. A fact not generally knowm Is that the average term of service of Amer ican teachers in the Philippines is nearly six years, almost a year longer than the average service of teachers In this country. Those leaving at this Animal Statues As Lawn Decorations In Favor ANIMAL, statues as outside decora tions for houses seem to multiply when you look for them, and they al ways seem to be coming into view in places where you had hitherto over looked them. In front of the big four-story yellow jrick house at the northwest corner of 16th and P streets, next door south of Loundry Church, are two white lions. Apparently they have just left the covered porch and are strolling down the w r alk which leads from the from door to the sidewalk—that is, they appear to be walking because each Hon has his right foreleg lifted. They are also keeping step. The pal lor, or the whiteness of the beasts in dicate that they are young lions and have not long been exposed to the wear and tear and dust incidental to guarding a doorway on a much trav eled street. They appear to be twins. Each is the same size and the attitude of each is the same; each has his head turned to the southeast as though looking down the avenue of the presidents. •Hiey may have heard someone ap the paper,” said a high functionary of the department, “and correct the alto gether too prevalent notion that the main objects and the main usefulness of this department are concerned with sending out seed. “I have talked to some of these rub berneck conductors. 1 have urged them to enlighten the pilgrims for whose instruction they are responsi ble, upon the vast work of this depart ment in relation to meteorology, ani mal industry, animal husbandry, plant industry, forestry, chemistry, soils, en tomology. biology, publications, statis tics, public roads and the like. “I have recommended these guides to acquaint their patrons with some of the’ valuable work being done by the bio-chemic. pathological and zoo logical divisions, by the plant patholo gists and physiologists and the porno legists, by the soil bacteriologists, the dendrologists, the microchemical ex perts, the sharps in enological chemis try. by the agrostologists, the work ers in solar radiation, agricultural technology, silvics. synthetic prod ucts, pharmacological work, insecti cides, fungicides and all that. I have tried to make these gentlemen under stand that seed distribution is only a branch of the work of the bureau ot plant Industry and that the entire de partment is not maintained for and is not engaged in sending out seeds. “However, when the rubberneck wagon goes by on its next trip the conductor bellows through the mega phone: ‘This is where they send out seeds.’ ” fioo T j WORDS ! w'rinii|§ Tate to find you mat night, but I couldn I made a speech yesterday.” That did not impress Mr. Brown to any great extent, so Mr. Johnson con tiued to further explain: “And as i thought your paper won .1 want it, I filed .about 800 words of with the telegraph company.” Brown winced. His paper had been advising him to cut down the tar-if stuff to the bone, as most of it war the sort of soft pap that goes well in the country districts, but hasn't uueh circulation in a well regulated new paper. Furthermore, Brown Investl gated and found that Representative Johnson had really filed 1,500 words and the telegraph tolls to Oregon are enormous! He had visions of being “fired" by wireless, but hv discovered to his great relief that hie paper had chopped the speech in Iwo before it was entirely relayed to Portland from Chicago, thus saving a lot, of time and trouble and costing Representative Johnson a whole lot of money for hall a speech to Chicago. time go to the Philippines unde' a two-year contract. This provision- is made to enable the government to ascertain whether or not the teacher will succeed in the new field and also to give the teacher a chance to find out whether or not there is a sutfi dent future to the service to warrant him in remaining. That there are only eighty-five vacancies this yeai out of nearly seven hundred positions for American teachers in the service, indicates, so the insular bureau ofli dais say, that those already on the ground have the greatest faith in the future of the educational w'ork In the islands The salaries of the teachers ?.s weh as the expenses of the trip, are paid from Philippine revenues. The feder al government pays no part of the cost of education in the Philippines, which amounts to about $.‘1,500,000 ar nually. . When these teachers get read., u return to the United States, either or leave of absence or by resignation at the end of two or three years of serv ice, the Philippine government wu’ pay them, in addition to salary up u the last day of service an amount > ' money sufficient to pay their trans portation home, either via Europe or the Pacific, and they usually take ad vantage of the opportunity to corn home through Europe Washington correspondent. preaching from that direction. They are walking with a stealthy tread and If they were not cold marble lions one might thing that thoughts of evil were in their minds. The path they follow leads across a green lawn at the street edge of which is a row of tulip trees, sometimes called yellow poplars. A row of hard maples is In the parking between the sidewalk and the curb. It is green and shady there, but, as every one knows, a much frequented part of the city and these lions If so inclined could count thousands of automobiles passing in the course of a day and about as many In the course of an. evening.