listening post lorries
mess kit leatherneck
parapet corned willy
jettison evacuation hospital
3. Why do you like the young marine?
4. How do you suppose Belle solved the problem left to her?
5. Does the story make you feel amused or sad?
ANOTHER NONSENSE TEST
You will need only a small piece of paper in order to solve this
test. Read the directions very carefully and do nothing but what
they say.
At the top of your paper write "east" no matter whether the sun rises
there or not. Now if Christmas comes in December put a cross in the
center of your paper, but if not, put a circle there or else a square.
At the bottom of your paper write a wrong answer to the first of the
following questions:
1. When did Columbus discover America?
2. Who invented the electric light?
Do not answer the second question unless you have skipped the first.
But if you know the answer sign your own name in the lower right hand
corner of your paper, but if you do not know, sign in the lower left
hand corner.
CAN YOU UNDERSTAND RELATIONSHIP?
This drill will test your ability to recognize easily the
relationships between words and between things, an ability very
necessary for both reading and thinking.
1. Write your name on the first line of your paper, and your grade on
the second at the right. Beginning with the fourth line write the
figures 1 to 10.
2. In each group below, the first two words have a certain connection
in meaning. When you see this relationship between the first two
words, you can find among the five words that follow two other words
that bear the same relationship. Thus, in group one, the SAW is a tool
used by the CARPENTER. Now if you look among the word that follow, you
will see that the words FARMER and PLOUGH are connected in meaning in
the same way. Write these four words after figure 1:
1. CARPENTER SAW farmer plough
3. Look at group two. HEN and CHICKS are words that have a certain
relation, and similarly, of the five words that follow, CAT and
KITTENS are the only two that are connected in the same way. Write
these four words after figure 2:
2. HEN CHICKS cat kittens
4. Complete the exercise by selecting the two words in each remaining
group that are related in meaning in the same way that the given words
are related in meaning. When finished, wait quietly for the others.
1. CARPENTER, SAW (farmer, sky, plough, trees, field).
2. HEN, CHICKS (corn, feed, cat, milk, kittens).
3. AUTOMOBILE, GARAGE (wheel, horse, owner, stable, door).
4. COW, MILK (sheep, pasture, grass, fence, wool).
5. AEROPLANE, AIR (sail, pilot, ship, sea, wind).
6. RAIL, STEEL (locomotive, window, house, door, glass).
7. SPOOL, THREAD (shelf, librarian, books, picture, print).
8. POET, POEM (verse, rhyme, brush, artist, picture).
9. WOOL, SWEATER (knit, silk, dress, seamstress, scissors).
10. SUMMER, RAIN (winter, sled, December, snow, overcoat).
CHARADES
Did you ever play charades? Here is a brief statement about
charades taken from a cyclopedia. See if you can read it through
in a half-minute so as to give the substance of it.
A charade is a popular form of riddle, the answer to which is a word
of several syllables, each of which alone is in itself a word. Each
syllable, taken as a word, is described, and finally a puzzling
definition of the whole word is given. The following is an example:
"Some one threw my first and second at me, and it hit my third. It did
not hurt me, for it was only a branch of my whole." The answer is
_Mistletoe_. A girl, sitting under a high table, would suggest the
word _misunderstand_.
A pleasing charade requiring more thought is in the form of a rhyme,
as--
"My first is a circle, my second a cross;
If you meet with my whole, look out for a toss."
The answer is _Ox_. Then, too, charades are often presented in the
form of little plays, each syllable representing a scene. They are
then called _acting_ charades. This form of amusement is much in vogue
on social occasions. It is thought the name was derived from a French
word meaning _idle talk_, which in its turn was derived from Spanish
words meaning _speech and actions of a clown_.
--_From "The World Book".
Courtesy of W. F. Quarrie & Co._
GENERAL PERSHING'S WELCOME HOME
More people, perhaps, read a newspaper every day than read any
other form of print. At the breakfast table, in the trolley car,
or in the railroad train, morning and evening you see readers
buried in their newspapers. Many people read at least two papers a
day, and many people read very little else. But unfortunately a
great many of these people read the newspapers very hastily, and
sometimes they fail to grasp the real sense of the column beneath
the catchy headlines. They need practice in the rapid and
intelligent reading of a news article.
You may begin to have that sort of practice now, if you will read
rapidly the following newspaper account of the homecoming, in
September, 1919, of one of America's greatest soldiers, and be
able to answer the following questions. Your teacher may ask each
row of pupils to be responsible for two or three of the questions.
1. When and where and from what ship did General Pershing land?
2. Who else came home on that ship?
3. How often and where did General Pershing reply to addresses of
welcome?
4. What important person made the chief address of welcome?
5. What proof of the nation's gratitude was given to General
Pershing?
6. Where would you like best to have been among the crowd of
onlookers?
7. Do you think you would like General Pershing if you were one of
his officers or soldiers? Why?
8. What was the most important thing that General Pershing said?
9. On whom was the joke, General March or the sentry?
PERSHING TAKES
HONORS IN NAME
OF HERO DEAD
* * * * *
Tribute Belongs to Men Who
Fell, General Tells Cheering
Throng in New York
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WELCOME ECLIPSES ANY
EVER STAGED IN CITY
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Thousands Await Through the Night
to Greet America's "Jack"
on Return Home
* * * * *
WILSON SENDS MESSAGE
* * * * *
New York, Sept. 8.--General John J. Pershing, commander-in-chief of
the A. E. F., came home from France today and was welcomed in a manner
which fully conveyed to him the gratitude and pride with which the
American people estimate his services in leading the nation's greatest
army to victory in the world's greatest war.
From early morning, when the sea monster Leviathan arrived in the
Hudson--a shadowy giant in a misty sunrise--until the middle of the
afternoon, when the general insisted upon an intermission for a
much-needed nap, he was the central figure of a demonstration which
for brilliancy and gayety has rarely been equaled in the history of
New York City.
The presentation of his permanent commission as a full general in the
regular army, accomplished by the secretary of war ten minutes after
the general had stepped upon American soil, while perhaps the most
important tribute, was merely an auspicious beginning of what was to
follow. A river pageant on the Hudson from Hoboken to the Battery, a
triumphal march through surging crowds on Broadway and Fifth Avenue,
exercises at the City Hall, during which he was given the freedom of
the city for four days; a reception, a luncheon, and in the evening a
dinner and a theatre party in his honor--all this was part of the
crowded and colorful program. None was surprised, therefore, when the
distinguished guest good-naturedly remarked that if this continued
long he would "almost wish that the war had gone on."
PLEASED TO BE BACK HOME
The general accepted it all quietly and simply. He was pleased to be
home. He could not conceal that, but neither could he conceal the fact
that he would have preferred to come home without so much fuss being
stirred up about it. He bowed, nodded, waved, or smiled acknowledgment
of the cheering. The Pershing smile, incidentally, will without doubt
take its place among the famous smiles of America. All great Americans
seem to have a characteristic smile. There was the Roosevelt smile,
and there are the Taft and Wilson smiles, and now there is the
Pershing smile, quite as striking as any of the others. The people
liked it immensely; but more than that they liked the brief responses
made by the general to the eulogies delivered by the secretary of war,
the governor of New York, and the mayor of the city. He accepted all
of them--with a reservation, that reservation being that he accepted
them not for himself but for the boys who went over and fought and
died for the flag. It was this that convinced the people that Pershing
was truly a great man.
The Leviathan, bringing, besides General Pershing, his picked
"composite regiment" and what is left of the first division, "the
first to go over and the last to come back," tied up at Hoboken at
9:55 o'clock, with the commander-in-chief of the overseas forces on
top of its pilot house. Assembled on the pier were nearly 1000 welfare
workers, soldiers and guests.
GENERAL MARCH HELD UP
The first to board the vessel as soon as the gangplank had been
lowered, with the exception of two naval officers, was a party of
newspaper correspondents and photographers. At this point there was an
amusing incident that somewhat relieved the anxiety and general
excitement. A sentry, seeing the correspondents and photographers
making ready for an immediate rush on the vessel, raised his voice in
protest. General Peyton C. March, chief of staff, stepped forward with
assurances that everything would be all right. But the sentry,
sticking to his point with surprising determination, in view of the
high rank he was addressing, would not be assured, and those who were
listening understood his audacity when he stood up straight in front
of General March and declared:
"But, sir, I have just been talking with the secretary of war, sir,
and he says, sir, that no one can go aboard."
General March was as surprised as any one else. Having no reply to
make to a declaration of that kind, despite his rank, he sought out
the secretary of war and soon returned saying he had "straightened
things out." Then came the laugh.
"Very well, sir," said the sentry, saluting nervously, and by this
time in perspiration from excitement. "B-b-b-but I have only eight
more days to go and I-I-I naturally d-don't want to get into any
j-j-am with the secretary of w-war, sir."
MET BY SECRETARY BAKER
As he stepped from the gangplank General Pershing was greeted by
Secretary Baker and escorted to an open space, where a small dais had
been erected in front of a group of chairs. The chairs were occupied
by the guests and other staff officers, while Secretary Baker and the
guest of honor took seats on the platform.
"Here there is to be a momentary halt in the day's program to extend
to General Pershing a word of greeting and a message from the
President," said Mr. Baker, opening the first ceremony of the
general's official welcome. "This incident in today's events is to be
brief, and immediately after its conclusion General Pershing will
become the guest of the city of New York."
COMMISSION IS PRESENTED
Then it was that the secretary presented the hero with his permanent
commission as general in the regular army, after which he delivered a
brief address, closing with a message of greeting from President Wilson.
PERSHING REMEMBERS DEAD
Secretary Baker then presented General Pershing, who was received with
applause that lasted two minutes.
"If these compliments and tributes are to continue for long," declared
the General, "I am sure that I shall wish that the war had continued. To
say that I am happy would be a waste of words. I cannot describe the
emotions that fill my heart. You have been very complimentary to me, Mr.
Secretary, more complimentary than I deserve. I can only reply by saying
that the war was won by the united effort of the nation. The army abroad
felt the inspiration that came from the effort of the people at home.
The morale of an army is dependent upon the morale of the people behind
it; and I am proud to say that the morale of the American people never
gave us cause for anything but inspiration.
"On an occasion of this kind we must not forget the fellows who faced a
well-trained enemy with only partial training themselves. It is to them
we owe the tribute. I hope their graves may be fittingly decorated as an
eternal shrine to be visited by Americans in the future as a place where
the lesson of patriotism may always be learned anew.
"I wish to take this occasion to thank the people, the President, and
you, Mr. Secretary, for the confidence that was placed in me. This
confidence made the complex task in France inestimably more easy."
Then came the street procession to City Hall Park, through the
"Broadway Canyon."
People were crowded five and six deep on both sides of the street;
from hundreds of office windows high in the air there was a veritable
snowfall of confetti and torn bits of paper; miles and miles of ticker
tape thrown promiscuously from the same windows became interlaced and
tangled in midair, giving the highway the aspect of a street in
another, more fantastic world; airplanes glided as low as possible
over the thoroughfare; while whistles and automobile horns blew and
church bells rang for an hour without intermission.
The crowds unleashed reserves of enthusiasm that had been held in
restraint by recent strikes and other sober concerns. "Here comes
Pershing!" "Hurrah for Black Jack!" "We're glad to see you back!"
OFFICIALLY WELCOMED BY CITY
At City Hall General Pershing and the members of his staff, who
accompanied him on the Leviathan, were officially welcomed by the
city. After the addresses of the mayor and the governor they were
turned over to a committee of citizens, headed by Rodman Wanamaker.
Here the general made his second address since returning from France,
and, as before, emphasized what seemed to be his central thought--that
he accepts the praise and the adulation for and in the name of those
who fought and died.
After the City Hall exercises the procession was resumed, this time on
Fifth Avenue.
Arriving at the Waldorf, the general retired for a nap, apologizing,
but declaring that he needed rest badly.
A dinner tonight, followed by a theatre party at the Hippodrome, both
given by the Rodman Wanamaker committee, ended the day's celebration.
--_Courtesy The Philadelphia
"Public Ledger."_
THE FAIRIES ON THE GUMP
Long, long ago the original inhabitants of England were driven by
their enemies to take refuge in the western mountains, many being
forced to cross the water to Ireland. The descendants of these
people now live in Cornwall and in Wales and they are quite
different from the people of the rest of England. This is a very
pleasant retelling of one of their folk tales.
Down by St. Just, not far from Cape Cornwall and the sea, is a small
hill, called "The Gump", where the Small People used to hold their
revels, and where our grandfathers and grandmothers used to be allowed
to stand and look on and listen.
People believed in the Fairies in those days, so the Fairies in return
often helped the people, and did them all sorts of kindnesses. Indeed,
they would do so now if folks had not grown so learned and
disbelieving. It seems strange that because they have got more
knowledge of some matters, they should have grown more ignorant of
others, and declare that there never were such things as Fairies, just
because they have neither eyes nor minds to see them!
Of course, no one could expect the sensitive little creatures to
appear when they are sneered at and scoffed at. All the same, though,
they are as much about us as ever they were, and if you or I, who do
believe in the Little People, were to go to the Gump on the right
nights at the right hour, we should see them feasting and dancing and
holding their revels just as of old. If, though, you do go, you must
be very careful to keep at a distance, and not to trespass on their
fairy ground, for that is a great offense.
There was, once upon a time, a grasping mean old fellow who did so,
and pretty well he was punished for his daring. It is his story I am
going to tell you.
Well, this old man used to listen to the tales the people told of the
Fairies and their riches, and their wonderful treasures, until he
could scarcely bear to hear any more, he longed so to have some of
those riches for himself; and at last his covetousness grew so great,
that he said to himself he must and would have some, or he should die
of vexation.
So one night, when the Harvest Moon was at the full, he started off
alone, and very stealthily, to walk to the Gump, for he did not want
his neighbors to know anything at all about his plans. He was very
nervous, for it is a very desolate spot, but his greed was greater
than his fear, and he made himself go forward, though he longed all
the time to hurry home to the safe shelter of his house and his bed.
When he was still at some distance from the enchanted spot, strains of
the most exquisite music anyone could possibly imagine reached his
ear, and as he stood listening it seemed to come nearer and nearer
until, at last, it was close about him. The most wonderful part,
though, of it all was that there was nothing to be seen, no person, no
bird, not an animal even. The empty moor stretched away on every side,
the Gump lay bare and desolate before him. The only living being on it
that night was himself.
The music, indeed, seemed to come from under the ground, and such
strange music it was, too, so gentle, so touching, it made the old
miser weep, in spite of himself, and then, even while the tears were
still running down his cheeks, he was forced to laugh quite merrily,
and even to dance, though he certainly did not want to do either.
After that it was not surprising that he found himself marching along,
step and step, keeping time with the music as it played first slowly
and with stately tread, then fast and lively.
All the time, though, that he was laughing and weeping, marching or
dancing, his wicked mind was full of thoughts as to how he should get
at the fairy treasure.
At last, when he got close to the Gump, the music ceased, and
suddenly, with a loud crashing noise which nearly scared the old man
out of his senses, the whole hill seemed to open as if by magic, and
in one instant every spot was lighted up. Thousands of little lights
of all colors gleamed everywhere, silver stars twinkled and sparkled
on every furze-bush, tiny lamps hung from every blade of grass. It was
a more lovely sight than one ever sees nowadays. Then, out from the
open hill marched troops of little Spriggans.
Spriggans, you must know, are the Small People who live in rocks and
stones, and cromlechs, the most mischievous, thievish little creatures
that ever lived, and woe betide anyone who meddles with their
dwelling-places.
Well, first came all those Spriggans, and then a large band of musicians
followed by troops of soldiers, each troop carrying a beautiful banner,
which waved and streamed out as though a brisk breeze were blowing,
whereas in reality there was not a breath of wind stirring.
These hosts of Little People quickly took up their places in perfect
order all about the Gump, and, though they appeared quite unconscious
of his presence, a great number formed a ring all around the old man.
He was greatly amazed, but, "Never mind," he thought, "they are such
little whipper-snappers I can easily squash them with my foot if they
try on any May-games with me."
As soon as the musicians, the Spriggans, and the soldiers had arranged
themselves, out came a lot of servants carrying most lovely gold and
silver vessels, goblets, too, cut out of single rubies, and diamonds,
and emeralds, and every kind of precious stone. Then came others
bearing rich meats and pastry, luscious fruits and preserves,
everything, in fact, that one could think of that was dainty and
appetizing. Each servant placed his burden on the tables in its proper
place, then silently retired.
Can you not imagine how the glorious scene dazzled the old man, and
how his eyes glistened, and his fingers itched to grab at some of the
wonderful things and carry them off? He knew that even one only of
those flashing goblets would make him rich for ever.
He was just thinking that nowhere in the world could there be a more
beautiful sight, when, lo and behold! the illumination became twenty
times as brilliant, and out of the hill came thousands and thousands
of exquisitely dressed ladies and gentlemen, all in rows, each
gentleman leading a lady, and all marching in perfect time and order.
They came in companies of a thousand each, and each company was
differently attired. In the first the gentlemen were all dressed in
yellow satin covered with copper-colored spangles; on their heads they
wore copper-colored helmets with waving, yellow plumes, and on their
feet yellow shoes with copper heels. The flashing of the copper in the
moonlight was almost blinding. Their companions all were dressed alike
in white satin gowns edged with large turquoises, and on their tiny
feet pale blue shoes with buckles formed of one large turquoise set in
pearls.
The gentlemen conducted the ladies to their places on the Gump, and with
a courtly bow left them, themselves retiring to a little distance. The
next troop then came up; in this the gentlemen were all attired in black
trimmed with silver, silver helmets with black plumes, black stockings
and silver shoes. Their ladies were dressed in pink embroidered in gold,
with waving pink plumes in their hair, and golden buckles on their pink
shoes. In the next troop the men were dressed in blue and white, and
the ladies in green, with diamonds all around the hem of the gown,
flashing in their hair, and hanging in long ropes from their necks; on
their green shoes single diamonds blazed and flashed.
So they came, troop after troop, more than I can describe, or you
could remember, only I must tell you that the last of all were the
most lovely. The ladies, all of whom had dark hair, were clad in white
velvet lined with the palest violet silk, while round the hems of the
skirts and on the bodices were bands of soft white swansdown.
Swansdown also edged the little violet cloaks which hung from their
shoulders. I cannot describe to you how beautiful they looked, with
their rosy, smiling faces, and long black curls. On their heads they
wore little silver crowns set with amethysts; amethysts, too, sparkled
on their necks and over their gowns. In their hands they carried long
trails of the lovely blossom of the wistaria. Their companions were
clad in white and green, and in their left hands they carried silver
rods with emerald stars at the top.
It really seemed at one time as though the troops of Little People would
never cease pouring out of the hill. They did so at last, though, and as
soon as all were in their places the music suddenly changed.
The old man by this time seemed able to see more clearly, and hear more
distinctly, and his sense of smell grew keener. Never were such flashing
gems as here, never had any flowers such scents as these that were here.
There were now thousands of little ladies gathered on the Gump, and
these all broke out into song at the same instant. The words were in
an unknown tongue, but the song was evidently about some great
personages who were about to emerge from the amazing hill, for again
it opened, and again poured forth a crowd of Small People.
First of all came a bevy of little girls in white gauze, scattering
flowers, which as soon as they touched the ground, sprang up into full
life and threw out leaves and more flowers, full of exquisite scents;
then came a number of boys playing on shells as though they were
harps, and making ravishing music, while after them came hundreds and
hundreds of little men clad in green and gold, followed by a perfect
forest of banners spreading and waving on the air.
Then last, but more beautiful than all that had gone before, was
carried a raised platform covered with silk embroidered with real
gold, and edged with crystals, and on the platform were seated a
prince and princess of such surpassing loveliness that no words can be
found to describe them. They were dressed in the richest velvet, and
covered with precious stones which blazed and sparkled in the myriad
lights until the eye could scarce bear to look at them.