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Best Opportunity for Industrious Young
Man and Woman on Farm
By ARTHUR CAPPER, Governor of Kansas
The farm affords the best opportunity for indus
trious young men and women. The young man who
has pluck and ginger can win in Kansasand win on
the Kansas farm. There is magic in the little word
"work." I want to appeal to the older folks to give
the young people more of a chance. I believe that
every boy and girl on the farm should have something
he can call his ownsomething to keep him interested
in the farm and something which will train him in a
business way. If I had my way every girl in Kansas
would be trained to bake, cook and 6ew. One of the
finest things the agricultural college is doing is to train girls to take care
of themselves.
The biggest mistake a boy or girl can make is to pull away from a
Kansas farm and go to a city. No state in the Union offers greater oppor-
tunities than Kansas.
I am glad the progressive farmers of Kansas are taking an interest
in better schools. More money is being spent on school buildings and the
people are taking pride in their schools.
I think one of the important things that the agricultural college is
doing is emphasizing the idea to young men and women of the importance
of staying on the farmteaching them to love the farm.
The farmer is doing more for the welfare of this "Western country
than those engaged in any other calling. The farmer who is doing his
duty faithfully and well is just as great a man and as useful a citizen as
captains of industry, who perhaps get a little moTe advertising than the
farmer.
Free Exchange of Opinion Between
Teachers and School Executive
By R. FRAZIER, Superintendent of Schools, Everett, Wash.
At this crisis the world is alert as never before to the principle of
democracy, and public opinion is ready to react against anything savoring
of the autocratic in school administration. A proper school administra-
tion must provide the opportunity for a free exchange of opinion between
teachers and executive. Such conference will remove most occasions for
hostility. The school head must be a real democrat. He must analyze
his opinions and his actions to see whether deep down in his heart he is
autocratic or democratic. The democratic administration will take
account of the sentiment of his community and the opinions of his teach-
ers. Teachers want to work in an intelligent way, hand in hand with the
authorities of the school. They should have a voice in school policies.
Teachers will gladly follow an educational leader, but not mere authority.
If the man is big enough for his job, he doesn't want "one-man power."
As a safeguard to himself, he ought not to want autocratic authority and
vill not attempt to exercise it.
The man who builds up a practice in law, medicine or dentistry hot,
some rights in the community. The teacher who has done successful work
for years has certain claims, and no man or set of men has the right to
iake them from him without at least a chance to be heard in his own
behalf. When a man wakes up in the morning and learns that he has been
"fired" without warning or a hearing, he has suffered a gross injustice
and perhaps an irreparable injury. Even a teacher is entitled to his "day
in court." He must have a hearing. If we teachers are professional, we
will up as one man and protest against this thing, for our profession
is being jeopardized.
During the past year I not only asked our supervisors and principals
for a confidential rating of their teachers, but also asked the chairman of
board to request a similar confidential rating of the superintendent
by the teachers.
There must and should be authority in the hands of the administrator
in order that things may go ahead. But it is the abuse of that paper in
such a way as to undermine the teaching profession that I protest against.
Rural Preacher Should Know More of
Modem Agriculture and Sociology
By E. L. HOLTON. Professor of Education. Kansas State Agricultural College
The country preacher should know more of modern agriculture and
sociology and perhaps less of medieval theology. He shpuld have a whole-
hearted sympathy for agriculture and rural people. The rural preacher's
job is a man's job in itself and he cannot be a specialist in agriculture.
He might, however, specialize somewhat in some phases of agriculture,
such as gardening or poultry, which would be an avocation rather than a
vocation. He should have some knowledge of economics and production,
distribution and consumption of agricultural products.
Graduates of such colleges as the Kansas State Agricultural college
are better prepared to preach in rural communities than graduates of
theological seminaries. They arc more familiar with country conditions.
Population of Cities Increasing Faster
Than That of Country
By B. F. COEN. Colorado Afrinhual Collefe. Fort Collins, Colo.
Will the cities ever stop increasing faster in population than the
country? From 1790 down to the present there has been but a single
decade, that of 1880 to 1890, in which the increase in the urban popu-
lation each succeeding decade, has not been greater than the precedinvg
decade. In 1790, 3.3 per cent of the population lived i6n cities 8,000
or over in 1910, 31 per cent. In 1890, 36 per cent of the people lived
in cities of 2,500 or over^ in 1900, VeT
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population is growing faster than the rural. From 1900 to 1910 cities
increased 38 per cent in population the country increased 9 per cent.
At the present time the rural population is a little over half the popula-
tion of the country. Within a few years, unless the unexpected happens,
the cities will contain a big majority of the people.
r?? THE TOMAHAWK, WHITE EARTH, MINN*
JeeiQ^ |(pr\oor\
Days
The Albert Memorial.
S SO many American soldiers
are passing through London
on their way to the western
front, the following article
from Country Life on "How to See
London in Two Days,'1
is timely.
In normal days, when American visi
tors filled the hotels, sight-seeing was,
in spite of American hustle, a fairly
leisurely thing. It is the soldiers who
are here today who have to be the real
hustlers. Their sight-seeing has often
to be crammed into a day or two's
leave, and the problem of how to see
all possible, and yet so to see as to
store up mental pictures, clear, definite
and full of color, on which to draw in
pleasurable restrospection for the rest
of life. Is one which probably few of
them are solving.
Now, the secret of success in sight
seeing is discrimination and selection.
Try to see everything and you see
effectivelynothing. Your thousand
impressions are mixed, in a week they
are hard to disentangle, in a year they
have vanished. On this principle I
throw out ideas for those who have no
more than a couple of days to give to
the work and the pleasure. On more
than one ground I should counsel the
giving up of at least half a bay to out
door sight-seeing. The hugeness of
London strikes everyone who gives
days to its discovery. The best way of
getting the same impression quickly
is to travel from end to end of the
route of one of the great London lin
ers the "General" motorbuses. It
matters little which you take. Service
38Victoria to Walthamstowwill
show you much of west and central
London and of the northeast. At Dal-
Poets' Corner, Westminster Abbey.
ston you can pick up No. 106 to Mile
End station, thence you can return by
the Mile End road to the city and by
Fleet street and the Strand to the heart
of things, having seen something of
the real and wonderful East End, alien,
cosmopolitan and having passed
through the Mile End road.
But this is only one suggestion. If
you are for less of variety and for
more of the splendor, you can as easily
go south, west or northout by Kens
ington and Hammersmith to Richmond
and this will be for many a more de
lightful excursion, since it would give
time for a peep at the wonderful view
from the hilltop or from Charing
Cross to Golders Green.
Country Walk in London.
Of the hajf day I should counsel
you to leave an hour for what has been
called "the finest country walk In Lon-
don." For that you should contrive a
'bus ride that Will leave you In the
Boyswater road, near Lancaster Gate,
with still an hour to spare. Then walk
by theflashi&g waters of the Long Wa
ter and the Serpentine, and under the
noble trees, through all the beauties of
Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park to
Hyde Park corner, down Constitution
Hill to the Mall, and so to Charing
Cross. Yo-i will then have seen in the
es possiUe way the verdant belt
the heart of London kept Inviolate In
he royal parks, Rotten Row, Bucking
mi palacr, the Victoria memorial, St
nines' palace, Marlborough House and
a palaces of Carlton House Gardens.
Everyoi will uant to see West
:rer Abbey. There, almost more
than anywhere, you need the help of
selection and restraint. If* you give
yourself up to the vergers they will tell
you all about the royal tombs. When
they have left you, think for a moment
of my idea. Remember that the Ab
bey has been three things: First, a
monastery next, the royal church and
the tomb of many kings and, then, the
grave of great men. As to the first,
do not leave till you have seen the
cloisters, the chapter house, the under
croft and the chapel of the Pyx, the
little cloisterand, if you are there on
Saturday, the hall of Westminster
school, which was the dormitory of the
monks. These things illustrate the
daily monnstic life and are without
question the most picturesque tiling
remaining of the middle ages. As to
the next, the vergers will have shown
you the coronation seat, and the tombs
of the great kings, to that of Henry
who fought at Aglncourt. As to the
third, I counsel you to see Poets' Cor
nerthe south transeptfor Its re
minders of the men who have knit the
empire together In the poetry of a com
mon speech.
What to See in the Tower.
You will go to the Tower. Here,
again, remember that the Tower has
been three things: a fortress, a royal
palace and a prison. The White Tow
er is the oldest complete building in
London. It was the keep built by the
Conqueror to overawe the city. It
never was of the city, and a bit of the
Roman wall here shows how the outer,
boundary of the earlier city was over
run. See the Traitor's gate, by which
prisoners entered the Tower and so
few left it the site of the headsman's
block, the chambers in the Benuchamp
and the Bloody towers, where prison
ers left on the walls pathetic messages
of their long internment.
While in the city I should suggest
two other things at least to seethe
Guildhall and St. Bartholomew's
churchthe former because of its his
toric connection with the city, as a hall
that has been'for 500 years the court of
justice, the meeting place of the cor
poration and the scene of historic
feasts.
I should ignore the houses of parlia
ment, except as to the outside, but do
not let the opinions of certain critics
rob you of a right appreciation of this
modern work. See Westminster hall,
however, if you can, as the ancient
court of justice, and for its magnificent
timber roof.
There yet remain, of the major In
stitutions, St. Paul's and the National
gallery. They are more easy to deal
with than Westminster or the Tower.
St. Paul's has no secrets as Westmins
ter has. It is revealed at one view. To
have seen Jt from outside is to carry
the memory of its huge bulk and form
forever, and in the main that Is true
of it Internally, though a few minutes
can be spared for the tombs of Nelson,
Wellington, Lord Roberts and other
great soldiers. The National gallery,
too, is comparatively easy to see on the
principle of restraint.
One thing remains. Do not fall to
walk the embankment from West
minster to Blackfriars, both for Its
river views and for the finest ri7er
front of buildings In the world.
STORIES
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HARRISBURG,
Tale of the War and Piemen Three of Houston
and and Eli Bunin won't Interrupt another war
to sell pies to In th front-line trenches. If they meet up with a
war, complete and with spare parts, owned and operated personally my Maj.
Gen. George Bell, Jr., commander of
Thirty-third division, they will detour
as widely as the terrain penults.
This tale of the Piemen Three and
the twice interrupted war started re
cently.
Sunlight gleamed upon No Man's
Land of the Camp Logan battlefield.
It glinted from rifle barrels of sentries
gazing through wire entanglements at
the "German" trenches 50 yards away.
Then Jacob and Samuel and Eli.
caring nothing for wars or rumors
thereof, walked into No Man's Land and with a large basket, skirted the wire
entanglements and walked along the parapet of an American trench. They
shouted:
"Pies! Who wants a pie? Pies!"
The war stopped right there.
America's warriors sat on the firing step eating pie. America's sentries
took-a-bite-a-ple, looked at the German trench and took another bite-a-ple.
Jacob and Samuel and Ell began to cough but kept on selling pies. Jacob
and Samuel and Ell started Involuntarily to weepand then they looked up.
Smoke from the "German" trench was all around them. Something In the
smoke made the tears trickle down their cheeks. They ran wildly and fast.
They found out later they'dbeen "gassed."
Jacob and Samuel and Ell came back again Thursday into No Man's
Land, not heeding guns. But Samuel kept both eyes on the "German" trench
for smoke.
"Pies! Who wants a pie? Pies 1" they cried.
They were regular Joshuas, for like Joshua's sun, the war stopped dead
Still.
"Gimme two," shouted a sentry.
"Here, buddy I'll take lemon cream," cried a machine gunner.
From all sides the "grim warriors" came crowding up.
Then General Bell, on a tour of inspection, came into the trench and
found his fighters' faces buried in mince, apple, custard, and berry pie.
Well, when the Piemen Three were brought by guards before Maj. Fred-
eric L. Huidekoper, division adjutant, in division headquarters, It was dis-
covered two of them had been barred from camp for disobeying a rule against
selling pies to soldiers except through the regimental exchanges.
"Take 'em to the stockade," ordered Major Huidekoper.
Jacob and Samuel and Ell Bunin won't interrupt another war to sell pies
to soldiers In the front-line trenches.
Greenwich Villagers Find War Economy Is Easy
EW YORK.In Greenwich village, that land of embryo literary lights,
artists, nomads and "first families," they are prepared for most anything
that might choose to come along. When the war began all the rest of the)
world gasped and sat back quite
stunned. But they didn't feel unrest
In Greenwich Village. Instead, they
Just began to allow their hair to grow
a little longer, took a few more beans
out of the soup and ripped away one
of the two postage stamps usually
worn as clothing. And the village felt
secure und happy that it was doing its
bit.
As an example of the way they aro
conserving on clothing material, the
dances being held in Webster hall
these days might be Investigated. Recently they held one of the "every-once-
in-n-whlle" affairs, and there was very little attention paid to clothing at all.
Time was when the lnw stepped into Webster hall on occasions, when It
was deemed the girls had crossed the border, and carted away the back-to-
nature young folk to the station house around the corner. Now the police-
men, It is understood, have been Instructed to arrest on sight all entering
Webster hall with more than a daub of black paint and a smile on their
bodies.
Girl in Rimy Garb Dazes Sentry on Zero Post
EW YORK.A eomely young woman in a filmy nightdress, her blnek curls
blowing in the below-zero breeze and her bare feet^twinkllng in what must
have been 'way below-zero snow, dashed up to Private Roy Barnett, on sentry
duty at the entrance of the Columbia
war hospital, Gun Hill road, shortly
before 3 a. in., and said:,
"I am a friend of yours."
Private Barnett forgot to say "Ad-
vance, friend, and give the counter*
sign!" He just stood and blinked.
"I know Uncle Sam's boys are all
friends of mine," the" young woman
in the nightdress continued. "And I
know they will take care of me."
Private Barnett recovered his vo
cal powers and said: "Who are you?
Where arc you from, miss? You'll die of cold here."
"I am from the hospital, there," the young woman replied, waving a blue-
wlth-cold hand and arm at the Monteflore home and hospital, about two blocks
to the east. "I have been watching you boys of Uncle Sam from the window
and I know yon will take better care of me than they do there. I got out of
the window and a gust of wind caught me and I knew that heaven was help-
ing me get to you. I am very cold."
Private Barnett, rather confused, hurried the young womanshe was
about twenty, slim, with large brown eyes, red lips and white teethInto a
room near by where was a blazing fire. The officer of the guard was notified,
hot coffee was given her and she was swathed in warm army blankets.
She said her name was Lillian, and that she hoped she would never be
separated from "Uncle Sam's boys" again. The "boys," however, hurried her
back to the home, where the doctors and nurses put her to bed.
Headless Man Resides in Harrisburg Haunted House
PA.Despite the declaration of Police Desk Sergeant
Charles Fleck that he buried a box in the cellar of the house at 650 Ver-
beke street in 1881, and used it as a refrigerator. B. F. Corby, who now
occupies the house, says that doesn't
explain how bones resembling those of
human beings came to be in the box,
nor does it explain the headless spec
ter frequently seen in the house. Corby
is laughed at by the police, and the
police are derided by Corby.
For weeks the house has been
"haunted," says Corby. There has
been the plaintive whine of an infant,
for one thing a headless man ap
peared to Corby and Mrs. R. H. Pe
ters, a neighbor a strange blue light
shone in the cellar, and a stovr, every night, at the same time, cracked loudly
three times. When Corby found the box in the cellar he says the rapping*
grew so continuous and loud that not a roomer In the boarding house slept
wink,
In the mysterious box which Corby found in the cellar, in which the bin*
light always appeared, were several bushels of slacked lime and large bones,
which fell Into dust when exposed to the air.
The police have accepted Sergeant Fleck's explanation of the box, WW
Corby says they have not explained the child's cry, the rappings or the head-
less man who comes and goes.

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