The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, May 30, 1897, Page 26

——— 24 THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MAY 30, 1897 D0V000Q0 QYVVPIIIV VIV VVVPVVIVRVREERVVWIO Y OB 2s = 0] VP OO PSETsEeCISY TSR oYoT ST ST STSTOL TS - 00000, T A Thought for the Week. “Let all the ends thou simest atbe thy coun- try’s, thy God’s and tru th's.” —Shakespeare, To Youthful Gontributors. 1t you wish your puz: With “many thanks’ And not by your “dear editress” With “Iack of thanks” rejected, Then please upon your papers write “Originel” or “selected.” M. W. R, East and west, north and south the pretty little pins are going—going to boys and girls who bave earned the rightto wear the badge of C. R. C. Contribute something to our page, then send 50 cents for a badge, with 2 cents for postage. You may send either Postoffice or Wells-Fargo oraer. Stamps are ac- cepted. Be sure to send vour address. Send all communications to editress of this page. .H MEYO. GENERAL GEORGE B. MCCLELLAN. I was not born until after the Presiden- tial campaign of 1864, 0 that my earliest recollections of my father are of a time when he had left the army forever, and had temporarily, at least, retired from politics. 1 first remember him as the kind, loving father of a very delicate little boy, whom he watched over and cared for with the tenderness of a woman. Next I remember him as an elder brother rather than asa father, always ready to sympathize with my sorrows, and always willing to share my pleasures. Ipever knew him to lose his temper, and I never heard him say an angry word. Through all his troubles — and they were many—despite all the abuse showered upon him by his enemies, he was always the same guileless, unostenta- tious, lovable Christian gentleman. .As 1 look back at him as he was during the twenty years of our friendship, I thank God that he was spared long enough for me to have known him and to have had his example as a father and a friend. My first definite recollection of my father is at a dinner he gave to his corps commanders and staff on the seventh an- General George B. McCleliand. niversary of Antietam. My nurse carried me downstairs wrapped in an afghan wrought by some patriotic woman, as a gift, in the semblance of an American flag. After making several desperate plunges ax the heads of several eminent generals I was deposited on my father's knee and my health was drank, to my great inter- est and eurprise. On my way upstairs I asked my nurse, ““Who were those gentlemen dining with vapa?’ “Officers,” answered my nurse, who never encouraged idle curiosity; and to my shanie be it said, visionsof William B. Franklin, Fitz John Porter and Win- field Bcott Hancock floated through my mind, clad in biue policemen’s cogts and bearing sticks. For such is the race of narses that up to that time the police of- ficer on our beat was the only kind of officer 1 knew. Our home wss st Oranee, N. J., ina house that my father had built, baving drawn bisown plans and been his own srchitect. He took a tremendous amount of interest in that house, and thoroughly enjoyed working over it. There was never a piece of china broken thatmy father did not mend; and he delighted to be his own carpenter in repairing the ordinary wear and tear. I remember that after several dismal failures in the way of lesky roofs he rev- eled in the possession of a brand-new tin one. ‘It won’t cost much more thana much cheaper roof,” Le said, “for I in- tend to peint it myseli,”” and so he did. George B. McClellan, who had led half a million men, spent five scorching hot August days, paint brush in hand, work- ing on that roof. I carried the paintpot and thought my- self very important. When the job was finished, my father called in a neighbor- ing painter to inspect the resuits. The painter, who was an authority, closed one ‘eye and said, “Well, general, that's a vretty smart job.,’ And I think that my father was almost as much pleased at his approval as he was when he won Antie- tam. He always had half a doz ~ dogs about the place, but his favorite pet was old Dan Webster, a sixteen-hand bay horse who had been given him by some New York | gentiemen just before “‘the seven days.” For the last ten years of his life Dan never did a stroke of work. He was popularly known in the army as “that Devil Dan,’’ and he was always worthy of the name. Dan had just passed his twenty-eighth birthday. He had celebrated it as he | usnally celebrated importantevents in his later career—by slipping his halter and running away. His great age and quiet country life ought to have made Lim re- spectable, but I am sorry to say that he never recovered from the demoralizing effects of army life. Toward evening, as was his wont, Dan quietly trotted home and ate his feed with an enthusiasm worthy of New Jersey oats. Then, without any apparent reason, he lay down, as it afterward appeared, for the iast time. When Dan heard my father coming to him he roused himself and tried to get up and stand at attention, like the good old soldier he was. He tried again, but his ngth was going, and he fell back and | whinnied plaintively as bis master sat aown in the straw beside him. There was nothing the matter with Dan but old age. He had lived twenty-eight | years, and when his time came he zave up | should. My father took Dan’s head in his lap | and sat there most of the night, scratch- | ing the old horse’s ears and feeding him | sugar, lump by lump. At 3 o’clock in the morning Dan refused his twenty-first lump of sugar, “The end has come,” | sa1d his master. And so Dan diea; his two ruling passions strong in death—his | love for his general ana his fondness for Ilump sugar. We buried him the next morning in a great hole that had been dug beside a rock in the garden. We children rather enjoyed the funeral, but my father did | mot. He shoveled on the earth himself, and as we left the grave I wondered why he seemed so much affected and why he said “Good-by, old friend; good-by, my | dear old Devil Dan.” | My father put off sending me to schoo! | as long as he could. I know that leaving him was a wrench to me, and I think tha: he felt the parting as much asIaid. He chose a school for me oa the Hudson, chiefly, I fancy, because it was a military school. As a graduate of West Point he firmly beneved that no man could suc- cessfully battle with life without at leasta rudimentary kaowledge of the manual of arms and minor tactics. On our way up to Sing Sing he was very silent, but as we neared our journey’s end he said: “1 suppose, boy, that I should give you the usual fatherly advice on leaving a son at school. I don’tknow exactly what to say to you. I have always tried to do my duty, and I think that I have done it. Make up your mind what you think is right, and then do it, no matter what it costs you.” By this time we had reached our desti- nation. After introducing me to my schoolmaster and inspecting my quarters the time came for my father to leave me. I had always kissed him before this when I saia good-by; but this day when he left me ‘he only took my bana and shook it and said as ke got into his cab, “You're a man now, boy.” He choked down what was almost a sigh as he said 1t. ‘ When 1 went to college my fathe¥ was quite as much excited over this important event in my life as I was myself. Noth- ing pleased him better than to come to Princeton during term time and practi- cally to live the life of an undergraduate. He took a great interest in athletics and would almost rather have had me a suc- cessful athlete than a scholar. He was himself a very powerful man and like all strong men thought that the rest of the world should be strong, too. The name *‘Little Mac” given my father by his soldiers was more an expression of endearment than description. He was not & small man, although the great breadth of his shoulders made him appear shorter than he really was. His height was5 feet 8)4 inches in his stocking feet. He had a cuest measure- ment of 45 inches inflated and he weighed 180 pounds, 1t used to be a source of regret on my part that he had not been born in an age of amateur athlgtics, for I naturally took a tremendous amount of pride in his strength. He not only in his younger days had the reputation of being the best rider in the army, but also of being one of its strongest officers. When at West Point he could smash a three-quarter-inch door panel with his naked fist, and was a capi- tal ambidextrous fencer. Even in later life he kept his physique, and weighed no more at the time of his death than he did a quarter of a century earlier. When he was 50 years old 1 saw him bend a dime double witn the thumb and first two fingeis of his right hand. He was an enthusiastic Alpine climber and initiated me into the delights of that greatest of all physical pleasures aimost as soon as [ had left my nurse's apron- strings. We spent altogether seven sum- mers at St. Moritz, in the Engadine Val- ley of Switzerland, and he gradually edu- cated me up from almost level paths to the hardest of ice work. He loved flowers and never took a walk without returning laden with them. His his life uncomplainingly, as a soldier | favorite was the little star-shaped edel- weiss, that blossoms far above the snow line, where no other flower dares grow. When I was a little fellow, with an all- consuming ambition to pick an edelweiss for myself, he took me to a bed of them he had found and made me think that it was my own discovery. He used to keep a sort of journal of his travels by pressing and mounting flowers which he bad picked at almost every place of interest he visited. He loved all nature passionately, and beautiful scenery seemed almost to take him out of this world and fill him with a supreme thankfulness for God's goodness in let- ting him live. My father would have shared his last crust of bread with any of his old soldiers who stood in need of it. He never turned one of them from the door empty-handed, for he loved them as few mothers love their children. Henotonly cared for them He never became cynical, and never bore malice. He was quick to sympathize, and ready to listen and give advice to any one who asked him forit. My father was the most manly man I have ever known.—By @. B. McClellan in Youth’s Companion. Abvaham \ L("L('?\fij ¥ Monoment. From far and near, from all over our land, Come haste thes, dear children, and join In & band: Then each litle child lend one small, helping hand, To build a fine statue, tail, handsome and grand, 1n mem'ry of one ever noble and true, Who fought for “Old Glory,” the Red, White and Biue. By all people known as brave, honest and falr, oOnce a poor plowboy, then in the President’s chair, ‘“HE WAS The rich and the poor he treated the same, 80 all people loved him and honored his name; Notice. “The Prince of Robbers,” the pretty little poem which sppeared on last Sundav's page, composed for “Childhood’s Realm"” by Ad- die Bartley. 3 The interesting sketch entitled “A Little Incident 1n a Country School” was written by Mrs. Jackson, and I'm sure you'll all be pleased tolearn that this lady is the mother of Hart- ley Jackson, one of our brightest members. ——————— SEBASTOPOL, Cal., May, 1897. Dear Editress: As my other letter was not printed 1 shall write again. Ourschool is just going to last five weeks longer. Our tescher's name is Miss Clary. The people of Santa Rosa had a carnival on the 15th of this month. They had a queen and decorated floats. Iread all the stories that are printed on the Children’s Page. I think they all are fine, The story about Rob's journey was very in. teresting. THe poppy page of THE CaLL I think was beautiful. We have some poppies growing in our yard. Your listle friend, ANNIE ELPHICK. Dear Editress: 1 am a little girl of 10 years and my parentshave taken THE CALL for & long time. I enjoy the children’s page very much. Iem going to tell you about s visit1 paid to Towa about four years ago during the latter part of May. My mother, little brother and myself went back East toattend the World's Fair, and after enjoying its wonders and beauties for many days, we went to visit my grandmother, who lives with my uncle on & beautiful farm in ITows, and we arrived a few days before Deco- ration day. 1 wish 1 could describe to you how very lovely the farm is. Along one side runs a range of hills, through which flows & stream of pure, clear water. High cliffs tower on either side. Along the banks grow tall walnut trees, their spreading branches reflectea in the clear waters below. The cliffs were covered with a luxuriant growth of ferns, vincs and the most beautiful wila flowers that I ever saw. The day before Memorial day we gathered great baskets of wild honeysuckle, mar- guerites, lady slippers and ferns. In the even- ) "I'a'"":u MORE THAN A SOLDIER - TO THEM.” as any army, and as a memory of the past, but he seemed to have a personal, individual love for every one of them. The last time he ever met any large number of his comrades was on the Deco- ration day before he died, when he deliv- ered an oration at the National Cemetery at Antietam 1o a gathering of Union and Confederate veterans. He had never been back to the scene of the greatest battle of our history since he had won it, and, strangely enough, what was practicaily his last appearance in public was made here. The ovation he received pleased him ex- ceedingly; and yet, surrounded as he was by the graves of more than five thousand of h's men, his journcy had been almost like a pil:rimage to the grave of a favorite child. When he looked upon the acres of little white headstones about him his first words came straight from his heart, “Oh, my poor boys, my poor boys!"” Remarkable as my father was as & pub- lic man, he was even more extraordinary in his private life. He possessed the power of making all who knew him love him. There was nothing coarse in his nature; in fact, he was wonderfuily pure- minded. He had a strong sen of humor, and could always appreciate a joke. Yet, without being straight-laced, anything vulgar or indecent actually hurt bim. He was always a sincere Christian, in small things as well as in great, and taught his children that religion was not a m matter of form, but a practical working rule to guide and aid them in everyday life. His love of God and his desire to do his dutv carried bim safely through temptations and trials that would have made a smaller man falter. “God’s will be done,” was the motto of his life; and coming in contact with him it was impossible not to be impressed with the loftiness and grandeur of his nature. He always saw the best side of life and of people, and tried to make his children feel with him tnat there was no man so bad as not to have some good in him. He was honored by ail across the great sea, As well as by all in this land of the free. Aye, even the slaves, who were lonely and sore, Were never turned sadly away from his door; But to tell of his virtues and every brave deed A very large book [ am sure I would need. 80 now, allgood children, and grown folks as well, After reading the story that I had to tell, 1 hope you will do all you possibly can To bulld a grand monument over this man. And, now, as I've finished, his name I shall tell, Abraham Lincoln! Of whom ail know very well; Born In & rude cabtn, f4r out In the wood, And taught by his mother to be truthful and good. J.C. (C. R.C). 4A little boy.) Memorial Day. Oh, little children, dwelling to-dsy In the midst of freedom and peace, Be glad that our land, so happy and grand, From war hath a sure relesase | But remember the heroes who years ago ‘Fought for their country and ours And cover the graves of those noble braves With fragrant, beautiful flowers. —Youth’s Companion. ————— The first memorial service was held over the graves of the Union prisoners who died at the stockade at Charleston, 8. C., May 30, 1865, —Selected. ing mamma wove them into wreaths and gar- lands, After breakfast the next morning my uncle took us to town in a large three-seated car- riage, and when we arrived we found the streets already filled with people. The bands played and the procession formed. We fell into place and the long line of car riages wound slowiy along to the cemetery while we listened to the sweet strains of music, ard the air was heavy with the fragrance of the flowers. After hearing the impressive words of the speakers we reverently laid our beautiful wreaths on my dear soldier grandpa’s grave. It was a sweet day, which I shall never en- tirely forget. I was prompted to write you this letter by your pretty Mayday page, and I hope soon to be a member of the C. R. C. Your constant reader, EMMA DULFER. Dear Editress: Memorial day is & day we keep in memory of the noble men who fought, bled and died for their country. On this day we decorate the soldiers’ graves as beautifully a5 possible to show that we have not forgotten them though they are now dead. Yours truly, s ELLEN M. C. TuBB (C. R. C.). SANTA CRUZ, CAL., May 16, 1897. Deas Editress: 1 live in the beautiful city of S8anta Cruz, situated on Monterey Bay. It issurrounded by summer resorts, and has a fine view of the mountains, ocean and bay, and has a lovely beach. ‘With this I will send s selected paragraph for Memorial day and & puzzie for nextSun- day. The woods are full of wild flowers such as snow-lily belis, painter's brush, poppies, ete. 1 remain yours truly, ROBERT O. LINCOLN. KAISEN, Cal, May 22, 1897. Dear Editress and Readers: I have been working all day for the children’s page, and now 1 shall take the pleasure of writing a letter to my friends. I have been gaing to school, but as this is institute week we have vacation. My teach- er’s name is Miss Callie M. Coombr. I like her very much, she is such a good teacher. Do you remember that Jittle Kansas boy who ‘was 30 sick and whose name was Willle Zim- merman? Well, he has passed away fromfthe cares and sorrows of this world. Ireceived a very aweet lettor from his mammas, telling of Un - tongresssnd free; And to-day is hiechalushe : Qags with cheeras ; cheer.Young and old lag. Flowershring, Prals - es A _MEMORIAL DAY SONG MaRGARET BRADPORD MORTON Fought to save Our March! March?! Marcht Sol-diers brave ‘fimhl March! March! Sol-diersbrave Freed the slave As Barch! March?!. March! Sol-diers brave! mnfl wewave Our = Flow-ers gay Webringin memo - ry, sing On eachMe-morial Day Er - &7 lold Our conniry’s heroes d his death, sbout & week ago. I am sogiad that Ilearned of that aear boy when I did, and for this knowledge I must thank Eva Navone. 1 like my badge very much. I think it is worth while working very, very hard if after- ward we can own such & Jovely badge. I take great pleasure in wearing mine to school From your little friend, CAROLINE GONSALVES (C. R, C.). SAN PABLO, Cal., May 17, 1897. Dear Editress: 1 shall write again, as I did not see my last letter published. I should like to belong to the C. R.C. Club, 0 I shall send you a puzzle which I made up, and hope it will please you and the members of the C. R.C. I have a little sister since I wrote to you last, and her name is Myrtle. She is very cunning, and is just three months old. Itis lovely in the country now, everything is green nd the flelds are thick with wild flowers. Wo are volng to have examinations next week, 80 Ihave to study hard, asIwish to be promoted. Istill have my pet cat Minnio that I wrote you about, and also my bird Goldie. I shall close for this time. From your litle friena, ELSTE DAVIR. ZELDA, Churehfll Co., Nev., May 18, 1897. Dear Little Friends of the C. R. C.: 1 wrote to you two weeks ago, but my letter was not pub- lished, s0 I thought I would write again. I live at & raflroad station; we have no trees nor grass. There are two engines here to help trains up the hill. It is & very dull littie place, and I don’t like it much. There sre only four children here, and we have no school. 1have a little sister named Erma. Mamma teaches us. Erms can read a lttle. If you publish this Ishall write a longer letter next time. Your friend, IRENE MAUD CONKEY. CALISTOGA, Cal., May 23, 1897. Dear Bditor and Readers of Childhood’s Realm: Donbtless many of you remember a little boy, Willle Zimmerman, whom I wrote to you about & long time ago. Well, poor little Willis is dead now. I have just received a letter from his mother stating that he died April 30, Even in his lasthours here on earth he did not forget the little friends who Med written to him, and whose letters had helped to pass the weary hours when he was confined to his bed or obliged 0 sit in a chair. I write this to you because I thought you would like to know. Dear Editor. I thank you for publishing my little poem. To-day I send for a badge. Your iriend, M. Eva NAVONE (C. R. C.). GERTRUDE, Madera Co., Cal., May 17, 1891. Dear Editress: Inclosed please find 50 cents for the badge and 2 cents for postage. 1am g0 giad that I am enrolled as a member of the C. R. C. I am going to tell of the place where I live. It is & small valley almost surrounded by hills, about four miles long and one mile wide. There is & meadow in front of our house and there sre some salt springs near by. Iam & cowboy, and have lots of fun hunting cattle. My father h 'wo men working for him, and I hunt cattle with them. We were out all day Saturday, ana went without our dinner, and only got two calves. Ihope to see my letter in print. Iremain Jour constant reader, WILLIE CROOKS (C. R. C.). SaW MrLL, May 16, 1897. Dear Mrs. Richards: 1t nas been some time since I have written to THE CALL Since I wrote last I hurt the tendons of my knee by being thrown from my skees. I could not walk for & while. We are spending the sum- mer at Luce’s mill, and it is a lovely place. yellow pine trees around here, and in the fall of the year the yellow pine drops great cones full of juicy nuts. Just now the red bells, wild forget-me-nots, Indian pinks, wild roses, pan- sies, tulips, dog-tooth violets, larkspurs, dog- wood, cherries, plums, pink Dutchman’s, breeches and shooting stars are all out in full bloom, filling the air with sweet fra- grance. While we are here mamma lets my sister and I go to school and we take our dog “Sport’* with us. As oursis an ungraded school there 18 but one room, So *Sport” goes in and lies down under my desk and there stays. When recess, noon or 4 o’clock comes he gets up and marches out with the scholars. I am going to send inafew puzzles. I remain with many greetings to C. R. C., HARTLEY E. JACKSON. Camptonville Postoffice, Yubs County, Cal. BLOCKSBURG. Cal. Dear Editress: Thisis my first letter to THE CALL. Ises that there is no letter from here. 1have alittle rabbit. Its name is Heart. A friend of mine gave it to me. My papa has taken THE CALL for two years. 1 have two brothers. The oldest is named George, the youngest is Lioyd. My paps runs & sheep ranch. He has about 2000 or more sheep. My teacher’s name is Mr. Berger. I like to goto school. I am in the fourth grade; there are three besides mysel, 11ike to read the children’s page. Iam10 years old on the 6th of August. I go after the papers. We have thirty little chickens. We milk three cows, of which two Dhave calves. One little calf has no mother, We have finishea shearing. I had to stay out of school when we sheared to help do the work. Hoping to see my letter in THE CaLz, T remaln your little friend, MAY BELL KNEELAND. NEW POZZLE§. L Cross-word enigma. My 1 is in man, but not in dolt; My 2 18 In horse, but not in colt; My 3 is In palm, but not in tree; My 4 is in you, but not in me; My 5 is in dry, but not in. wet; My 6 is in win, but not in get; My 7 is in lad, not in boy; My 815 in love. not in joy; My 9 is in mind, not in think; My 10 is in water, 0 good to drink; My 11 you'll find in far away, While my whole isa very sweet holiday, Original. R. 0. LINCOLX (C. R. Ci). WORD SQUARES, IL 1. Bright. 2. To go away. 3. Parts of 8 house. 4. To turn aside. 5. Pauses. Original. CARRIE GoNsaLvEs (C. R. C.). LL 1. Ahighway. 2. A boy's name. 3. A particle. \ 4. An arched roof. Original. IpA WIGHTMAN (C. R. C.) REBUS. . AC ™M u Contributed by HARTLEY JACKSON (C. R. C.). ANAGRAMS AND DEFINITIONS. V. Best in prayer— a religious denomina- tion. A nice pet—a moral quality. The law—ciches. Selected by M. M. K£LL0GG (C. R. C.). VI Amy rode mail. A patriotic day. Original. ErEL McCLURE (C. R. C.). CONUNDRUMS. VIL Whatpillar has never supported anye thing ? BECKIE HEINO (C. R. C.). VIIL How many apples did Adam and Eve eat on & memorable occasion? Selected by LUCY MOELLER (C. R. C.). DRESS MATERIAL. IX. A fowl plus a ruler. Original. L MoELLER. X. [ contain ten differant letters, with three of them repeated enough times to make fourteen. Icontain the salted thigh of a by one who utters falsehoods; a male sheep; stamped money, and an account. Whole, I am the name of a hero. Answer in six part; Answers for May 23. L Word squares. IN A N AN AND IL DAY ARE YET IIL Lion. IV. Slash—lash—ash. Sledge—ledge—edge, V. Speaks for all. VL F(in)ish—Fish. VIL Hidden cities. (a) Littie Rock. (b) Washington. (c) Denver. (d) Omaha. (¢) Wheeling. VIIL H’dden names of members. Ethel McClure. M. E. Navone. Lucy Hoeller. IX. Book—look—took—cook—hook. X. Heaps—phase—shape. Smiles—miles—limes. Answers to Gorrespondents. Vera Chisholm—You show a great deal of talent in your writing. Suppose you compose just one stanza. Read italond to some older person, then rewrito it until you feel perfectly satisfied. When this is done send it to our page. R. 0. Lincola—We have but onme special flower page during the year, and that is in honor of the California poppy. Beckie Heino—You failed to send your ade dress. Alice R. Wilson—You are the winner {n the word hunt. Charles Owets—I am glaa you have made a friend through your badge. Gorrespondents. Besides letters published, pleasant come munications have been received from the fole lowing members of C. R. C.: Alice Bell, Ethel McClure, Ethel Ferguson, M. Lsgomarsino, Liandro J. Ontiveros, Max Selig, Crescencia Edson, Beckie Heino, Grace Loh, Theo Joos, Charles H. Owens, Vera Chisholm and Maud Mallory. From non-members: Annetta Girard, Alice Shade, Carrie M. Janes, Eliza Bacon, Emma Dulfer, Lucil Dart, Nellie M. Duffey, Alice Thompson and Myrtle Anderson. Solvers. Answers for May 23 have been received from the following members of C. R. C.: M. Eva Navone 8, Alice Bell 10, Lucy Moel- ler 5, Grace Loh 7, Witliam Sea Jr. 9, E. Osborn 10, Willard Duffy 2, Fred Anthes 9, Ethel Mc- Cluze 10, Beckie Heino 2, Retha Waldau 10, Max Selig 10, M. Lagomarsino 10, Theodore Joos 4. For May 16 from Carrie Gonsalves 5. From non-members for May 23: Carrie M, Janes 1, Alice Thompson 10. Exchanges Received. Weeklies: Youth’s Companion, Harper's Round Table, Golden Days. Monthlies: St. Nicholas, June No.; Our Little Ones snd The Nursery, May No. i, firfig ot iy A AFTER THE FLAG. | { e S 30 P 5