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PR IN TE D E V E R Y F R ID A Y B Y A P P R E N T IC E S A T T H E IN D IA N IN D U S T R IA L SCHOOL, C A R L IS L E , PA.

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HASSAN’S PROVERB.

I'ij ING Hassan, well beloved, was wont to say, J> When aught went wrong, or any labor failed, jH / ’To-morrnw, friends, will be another day!”" And in that faith he slept, and so prevailed.

Long live this proverb! While the world shall roll.

To-morrows fresh shall rise from out the night, And new-baptize the Indomitable soul

With courage for its never ending fight.

No one, I say, is conquered till he yields;And yield lie need not while, like mist from

glass,God wipes the stain of life’s old battlefields

From every morning that He brings to pass.

New day. new hope, new courage! Let this be,O soul, thy cheerful creed. What's yesterday,

With all its shards and wrecks and grief to thee? 1<orget it, then—here lies the victor’s way.

—Christian Endeavor World.

WHAT IS OUR AIM?

Paper Read by Mr. E. A. Allen, Before (heMinneapolis Convention of Indian School

Superintendents and Teachers.During the past few months, encouraged

by the speeches made by a couple of mem­bers of Congress, a band of tearful hu­manitarians, champions of the pictur­esque Indian, have come forward with most lachrymal pleas against sending the child away from the protecting care of the parent to a school where he will be edu- cated away from those qualities and ideals of his tribe thatare responsible for all the phenominal strides made in civilization on the reservation. Also men who have retired from active Indian service to allow recuperation to badly jaded reputations, have come gasping to the surface again with preachments on the same subject. An ex-inspector, the patron of cheap sa­loons and all that accompanies them, while in office, has during the winter been most active in pointing out the right way and deploring the immorality of most all Indian workers hut himself, while a sage of the Pacific slope who, as Indian agent, located a school in his coun­try and found in his stocking a deed to a ranch beside it, has lately been de­nouncing the cruelty of taking children away from home to school. W e even find ourselves buying a new reservation for the Agua Caliente Indians instead of ranches, while we are on the other hand endeavoring, we say. to break up the res­ervations we have. Surely our left hand does not know what our right hand is do­ing.

Educate the Indian at home hut do not educate him away from his people. Do not let the child run in the light of our best Christian civilization because he will leave his grandmother stumbling in the darkness of the barbarism she will not leave. In 1850 and for a number of years thereafter, a Missionary, one of the most prominent educators of Indians, worked among the Peorias and Miamis. Most excellent reports were made of his school, all showing great progress in both literary and industrial lines made by the students. These statements read very much as do those optimistic ones we make in these more modern times of the gratifying advancement noted and mod­estly observed to have its inception con­temporaneously with our connection with affairs. Mr. Lykins was a most able and excellent man who labored hard to accomplish the impossible. Instead of making industrious citizens of the people he labored with, he found his children and grand children, without having any mixture of Indian blood, taking on In­dian characteristics. They “ went back.”

By some legerdemain they succeeded in securing adoption into the Peoria tribe and a numerous family has secured al­lotments of two hundred acres each. They rent their lands, sell them when the restrictions are removed, have been hauling their children to the Government school each autumn and are notoriously the most clamorous for payments. It is true that some of the white man’s enter­prise is shown by one having some local influence, in that he has secured for his wife, the mother of some eight or ten children, a place as a teacher in the vil­lage school.

In 1820, it is reported of one Rich- ardville, a Miami chief, by a special Commissioner, that lie is a man of good sense and manners like those of our re­spectable farmers. Ho also reports that a mission ry named McCoy, a Baptist, preached to the Miamis and kept a school for the children, and that a great major­ity of the people were friendly to civili­zation 1 fe thought it a good plan to col­lect the Indians for purposes of educa­tion. You can say this of the situation to-day of all the Miamis who have re­mained “ collected” , and you ean^say more. A descendent of that same Rich- ardvilio, and hearing the same name is still chief, and they have the same friendliness toward civilization. But this friendship has not made them edu­cated. In the beginning of last century the so-called civilized tribes had tlieir schools and academies among themselves, and they still have them. But everyone knows that the term “ civilized” is a mis­nomer. Precious few,if any,educated,In- dians came out of the doors of those schools, and so scandalous did their insti­tutions become that at last, within the past few years, the Government has been obliged to assume supervision. The full- bloods still live in the hills and brakes and with few exceptions the reputation for civilization is made by the mixed bloods and adopted whites among them. Even the Osage's had two schools as long ago as 1820. Listen to an extract from a report on one of them, made by the Su­perintendent “ The male department is conducted by three Catholic clergymen and seven lay brothers; one of these, be­ing a good scholar,is employed as assistant teacher; the others accompany the child­ren during the hours of agricultural in­struction, or such other employments as are calculated to instill into their minds industry and perseverance. A s . to the progress in learning made by these pupils, a considerable number can read well; they acquire a knowledge of penmanship more readily than the generality of white children; in the study of arithmetic, they exhibit a great degree of emulation. ►Sometimes the half-breeds, at other times the unmixed Usages, surpass one another. The other branches of common learning, such as geography and grammar, are al­so regularly taught.

With regard to the female department, nothing lias been left undone to i.isure permanent success, being well aware that the progress of civilizath n and the wel­fare of a rising nation greatly depend up on the female members of society, for they are to instill the first principles of virtue and morals, the fountains of a fut­ure happy generation Tlio pupils are educated under the careful guidance of six religious ladies, who devote all their attention to the mental and moral im­provement of their pupils. They are taught spelling, reading, writing, arith­metic and geography, and besides, certain hours are set apart for knitting, sewing, marking, embroidery, etc. Between

school hours they are engaged in occupa­tions of domestic economy.” W hat is the name of the Osage who carries the marks of any part of this training, pro­vided for nearly a century?

There were industrial schools among the Indians long before the first birthday of any in this presence, and all on the res­ervation, while day schools were numer­ous. Schools and missionaries have been established among the Indians of New York, and the best civilization the world knows has been just outside the borders of their reservation for more than a cent­ury, hut they are not appreciably nearer to being a part of that civilization to-day than they were when the first teacher said to the first pappoose, “ the primer class will now recite.”

Indian Rights Associations, yea, and Sequoyia Leagues, with a better organi­zation, as extended an acquaintance with and as large a measure of love for the In­dian, as those ol this day, were not un­known to our fathers. During the presi­dency of James Monroe there was found­ed, to use their own phraseology, “ A so­ciety for promoting the civilization and general improvement of the Indian tribes of the United (States.” It had a Wash­ington office and a Washington agent. It ’s membership included the most patriotic and philanthropic people of iho time; it wasoffioered by such men as John Adams,

‘Thomas Jefferson and James Madison, and there appeared upon its rolls the names of John Jay, Charles C. Pinckney, Andrew Jackson, Henry Clay, William Wirt, Francis S. Key, none of them un­known to us. The association has passed into history and the last ripple it caused in Indian barbarism has grown fainter and fainter until it is lost in the sea of ignor­ance in which the reservation Indianis still immersed. Toall those people who,stand­ing on the outside, wish to form a hoard of strategy for the President, the Secre­tary and the Commissioner, a quotation from Livy seems in place, “ Lucius Emelins Paulus, a Roman Consul, who had heel' selected to conduct the war with the Macedonians, B. C. 158, went out from the Senate House in the assem­bly of the people and addressed them as follows:

‘In every circle and truly at every ta­ble, there are people who lead armies into Macedonia; who know where the camp ought to be placed; what posts ought to be occupied by troops; when and through what pass Macedonia should he entered; where magazines should he formed; how provisions should be conveyed by land and sea; and when it is proper to engage the enemy, when to lie quiet. And they not only determine what is best to he done, hill if anything is done in any other manner than what they have pointed out they arraign the Consul as if he were on his trial. These are great impediments to those wiio have the management of af­fairs; for every one cannot encounter in­jurious reports with the same constancy and firmness of mind as Fahius did, who chose to let his own authority he dimin­ished through the folly of the people, rather than to mis-manage the public business with a high reputation.

la m notone of those who think that commanders ought never to receive ad­vice ;on the contrary, I should deem that man more proud than wise,who did every- thingofliis own single judgment. What, then, is my opinion? That commanders should be counselled chiefly by persons of known talent; by those, especially, who are skilled in theartof war,and who have been taught by experience, and next, by those who are present at the scene of ac­

tion, who see the country, who see the enemy, who see the advantages that occasions oiler, and who embarked, as it were, in the same ship are sharers of the danger. If, therefore, anyone thinks himself qualified to give advice respect­ing the war which I am to conduct, which may prove advantageous to the public, let him not refuse his assistance to the state, but let him come with me into Macedonia. But if he thinks this too much trouble and prefers the repose of a city life to the toils of war, let him not on land assume the ollice of a pilot The city in itself furnishes abundance of top­ic for conversation, and we shall he con­tent with such councils as shall be framed within our camp.’ ”

A delegate in Congress from Arizona made, in the House last winter an attack upon all eastern schools for Indians in general and Carlisle, as a somewhat con­spicuous example, in particular, in which there was much animal heat. He does not stop to consider that the large school at Pheonix, in whose appropriations lie is much interested, is transporting child­ren from almost as far as Carlisle does and from as different material conditions of life. H e says that it is cruel to separ­ate (lie child from his home environment, educate, him, as he and Hamlin Garland are so fond of saying, in Latin and Greek, and semi him hack. W e have tried, as the charge has been reiterated by the gentleman often, to ascertain what in our curriculum is as Latin and Greek to them, and are forced to the conclusion that they must refer to our study ol the decalogue. Notone of the gentlemen who are deplor­ing the unwisdom of schools iu the midst of our best civilization lias ever graced Carlisle with a visit though many times invited and entertainment gladly offered.What is there admirable or worthy ol preservation about the environment of the average Indian home except the ap­propriation distributed annually, and in the eyes of the novelist, the picturesque­ness that is enfolded in the blanket, smeared with paint and that exhibits it­self in the sun dance. Moses, for all his years of (oil was rewarded with a glimpse of the promised land and died happier and more richly rewarded than if he had re­mained to bask in the presence of Pha­raoh’s daughter. If knowledge makes us miserable, then we are destined to he so, for our Creator ordains that, we slial 1 know. But to be conscious of better things than our fathers knew is not to gather unhap­piness, for all good is obtainable to him who persists in its pursuit, no matter what his nativity or ancestry. The pres­ident of one of the largest schools for col­ored youth in the south, a man born a slave, and, as he says, a “ full blood said in our chapel last w i n t e r “ My big hands have never been in my w ay; my fiat nose has never been in my way; my kinky hair has never been iu my way; xny black skin has never been in my w a y - nothing is in the Negro’s way hut him­self” . If this is true of the black man who so lately bore the owner’s brand, there must he hope for the Indian who is sub­ject to none of the social discriminations of the other man, but is welcomed among the best people and given all the oppor­tunities that the twentieth century brings to us. Some people are intermarried with these “ stone age” folks in apparent indifference to Mr. Garland’s opinion as to its inadvisability. But the necessary conditions for growth do not obtain with­in the limits of any reservation in the world. The white man and the Indian, alike, who go there, “ go back.” The op-

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Among those who oppose Carlisle are the “ native industries” promoters. As an evidence of the success of the “ native industries” movement, it is stated that one missionary who seems to be foremost in the business, is able to announce that seventeen Indian women have earned collectively over $1,100 during the past year in the manufacture of what is called “ native art work,” which it is claimed is much superior to “ routine work” as a resource for the Indian. As an off-set to this, we can name seventeen young In­dian women who have attended the Car­lisle school, and have gained such a know­ledge of the degrading “ routine work” as to be making each year collectively $0,680. These seventeen young women require no charitable pressure or sympa­thy to secure their places and salaries, nor is any charitable influence needed to keep them employed.

The health argument is constantly util­ized by those who would maintain reser­vation and tribal conditions, and looms up with all the force that can be made to spring from it, in every case where the young Indian is returned from a remote school on account of ill health. From a full knowledge of all the facts it is safe to say that in four cases out of five the young Indian who is returned to his agency from a remote school on account of health, had the seeds of the disease in him before he left the reservation. Children at the le- mote schools on account of the care re­ceived, do not die from measles, and sel­dom from the other simple diseases, be­cause they are under competent care that protects them. A greater proportion of Indian children die of measles alone on the different reservations than die from all deseases at the remote schools. Hun­dreds of Indian children died from small­pox recently on the different reservations, the proportion of deaths being exceeding­ly large. W e had seventeen cases of small­pox at this Carlisle school at the same time and only one death.

“ The Indian’s Friend” advises that “ Progress” says, “ Montezuma, the old­est son of Sitting Bull, and a graduate of Carlisle, has a flourishing bootblack stand in Philadelphia.”

W e are indebted to the Pbila. “ North American” for this canard, one of its writers having discovered, written up and furnished an illustration of the so-called “ Carlisle graduate,” Later the “ North American” found there was not a word of truth in the claims of the young man and contradicted the statement, and the writer was discharged.

Sitting Bull never had a son called Montezuma, never had a son at Carlisle, and Carlisle never had a pupil to follow the artistic calling of shining other peo­ple’s shoes, though Carlisle would not feel herself disgraced if some of them did. The young man might have been an In­dian, an Italian, a Spaniard, or any one of several dark skinned races. He shin­ed Colonel Pratt’s shoes, talked freely while doing so and did not recognize the Colonel nor the Colonel him, though he said he had spent eight years at Carlisle. He alleged to Colonel Pratt that he was an Apache, born in California and raised in Oklahoma, but his stories did not hang together. Another unfortunate feature of the young man’s misrepresen- tations is that he is utilized as a catch for a corner groggery, which ends all the poetry.

THE REDMAN AND HELPER

A great many assertions are made against bringing the Indian into contact with civilization and trying to make him a civilized man at once, alleging that cen­turies were necessary to change the A n­glo Saxon from savagery to civilization, and we must not expect the Indian to make his change any more rapidly. The actual facts are the plainest contradic­tions to these assertions. The life the In­dian lives on the reservation now-a-days in his log hut and under his restrained liberty, the character of food furnished him, the life of idleness he is compelled to lead, his long trips from his remote home on the reservation to the agency for his rations or his small payments, and his hanging around the agency and the trading store, his vices and even the crimes he indulges in as the result of these conditions, constitute for him a far more radical change from the old life, than any quick change from the old life to the very best and most industrious and most civilized life could possibly be. These statements, then,which are intend­ed to hinder the Indian’s civilization and keep him within the circle of in­fluence, ignorance and speculation of those who make money out of him, are the merest cant and hypocrisy.

Aspiration and Achievement.The gulf between aspiration and

achievement is often so deep and wide that it swallows up one’s courage and hope. Between the thing that was planned and the thing that is done there is a distance that seems immeasurable. If one suffers himself to brood over this chasm, between the ideal and the real, he loses the power of effective work; the consciousness of his own weakness, the sense of the imperfection of whatever he does cuts into his soul and destroys his power. To achieve, we must become blind, in a certain sense, to our own de­fects; we must recognize the lines along which we work most naturally, and we must know the tools with which we work most effectually, but we must often close our eyes in order to get the most and best out of ourselves. A great work is a great refuge against discouragement and de­spair; it is a refuge against one’s self. It is the interest in our own personal achievement rather than iu the accom­plishment of the thing we have in hand that brings the black hours. When a man can so forget himself in his work as to be carried entirely outside of himself into that mood of unconsciousness which is the creative mood, he is not only likely to produce the best work of which he is capable, but also to secure the greatest happiness which he can enjoy; for there is no happiness iu life comparable with that of creating, of making something worthy and enduring by one’s own genius orskill The greater a man’s aims and the greater his work, the more completely may he become a refuge against himeelf.

The cathedral builders did not stop to ask from day to day whether their work was worth doing, or whether they were the best persons to do it. Having started the work according to a plan, the task of building became so engrossing, so impres­sive, that they ceased hugely to think of themselves, absorbed in the majestic pile rising day by day by the labor of their hands. Self criticism is necessary, if one would achieve his best, but the perma­nent mood ought to be one of self absorb- tion in one’s work to such a degree, that a man becomes unconscious of himself and works as a child plays,for the love of it, and without stopping to ask whether it be well or ill dono, whether it be pleas­ure or pain.—Selected.

Mr Robert A. MacFadden has resigned his pastorate of the Central Congregation­al Church of Chelsea, Mass. In the dis­solution of this pastorate, Mr. MacFadden is spoken of as a faithful, helpful and elo­quent preacher : a warm hearted and sym­pathetic pastor, to which the largo meas­ure of success he has had in this charge, bears testimony. Mr. MacFadden is well known to the older workers among us, having been at one time an occasional employee of the school. We are pleased to hear these good words spoken of him.

FRIDAY, JULY 11, 1902.

FROM OUR OUTING AGENT MR. GANSW0RTH.

“ W aal, yer just foller yer horse’s head an’ turn ter the left at every first road bearin’ ter yer left thotyer come ter, an’ yer’ll fin’ the place. I t ’s a big stone house with four or five trees in front of it, sort o’ stylish lookin’ place it is. Right acrost from the house is a Fair­banks hay-scales. Yer’ll fin’ the x>lace all right; can’t miss it nohow.” These were the directions given me by a Jersey farmer in reply to a query I made about a certain patron of ours who has one of our boys. He had been sizing me all the while he was speaking, no doubt, for before I could thank him for the infor­mation, he asked: “ Yer from Carlisle, aint yer? I tell yer, I admire them boys o’yours. Spect yer giv’en ’em a fine train­in’ at the school fer they are a fine lot of boys here and thot aint no hollow prais­in’ o’ them neither. I seen them boys ’round here pretty nigh ten years now and I aint seen only two thot was count­ed bad. And do yer know, if they was my sons I wouldn’t coll lem bad? But of course yer must hove rules for them to obey. I aint never had any of your boys yet, because I had seven sons myself an two o’ them are at home yet. I hardly know how long the good natured farmer would have kept me there. It was with difficulty that I finally got away without offending his feelings.

’Twas about eight in the morning and the air was so fresh and balmy, the scenery along the road so beautiful, and the farmer I had just left behind me so kind and cordial that I said to m yself: “ There are bushels of fun in being Out­ing agent.” The horse must have been feeling good too, for she trotted along about as fast as she did at nine o’clock that night when she knew she was coming home. Most horses, you know, go a good deal faster when returning home than they do when they start out on a trip.

W e soon came to the first left hand road, Maud (the horse) and I, and instinctively the horse turned to the left. W e made three other such turns and we arrived at the “ stone house.” Just before we got to the place, though, we met an Indian boy driving a milk wagon. He was on his way to Trenton. When I greeted him his horse very judiciously stopped, while mine, city-bred, was loath to do so until asked to. I was glad to learn later on in the day that this boy was doing ex­cellently, though he said very little to me, save that he was contented and enjoyed his work. The patron who lived at the “ stone house” is an elderly gentleman, but hale and jovial. He greeted me most heartily, asked me a whole lot of ques­tions about this or that boy whom he had had years ago, and told me a good many stories about his Indian boys. He re­membered them all so well: one was quiet and answered only in monosylla­bles; one was very sociable and used to tell his western experiences so vividly; one liked to write so many letters; anoth­er liked the children; while still another seemed to have a natural antipathy to them. “ Y es” continuing, he said, “ there was only one boy from your school that really disappointed me. He was a great big fellow, strong as an ox and capable of doing an immense amount of work. But every chance he got he would seek the shade, and I never saw a fellow that en­joyed sleep as much as he did. But on Sunday that fellow would walk twenty or thirty miles to see a friend. I never saw such walkers as some of those Indians used to be. You don’t seem to have them any more.” The boy that he had now was an excellent fellow. He was small and did only light work, such as feeding the stock, taking care of the garden, and helping the women in the house. After a talk with the patron and an examina­tion of the boy’s clothing and room, I went out to the field to see him. He was hoeing potatoes. When he saw me he politely raised his hat, came toward with a smile that did me good to see. “ How do you like your place?” I asked, “ Good,” was the prompt reply. “ Do you work hard?” “ No not very; sometimes they

don’t give me much work and— ” “ W ell what do you do then” I interrupted. “ Nothing, only play with the dog.” “ Don’t you ever read?” “ Oh, sometimes I do, but it’s no good to read now, too warm.”

But I had to journey on. There were other boys to visit. I saw seven other boys that day and found them all doing very good work. Found one picking cherries, two cultivating corn, one mow­ing hay, one trans-planting tomatoes, and the other two milking. I happened to strike the home of the last two boys just in time for supper and the patron said the hor&e would have to be fed and I would have to take supper with him. I assured him I was a pretty obedientsort of a being and that I would surely obey him. And I was “ mighty” glad I did. W e all sat down together, the three Indians, the pa­tron and his wife and little girl. The pa­tron is a young man, full of life, very sociable, and “ backed up” with a Normal school education. W e talked about everything, the seventeen year locusts, baseball, prospects of this summer’s hay crops, and we wound up with a discus­sion of the trust problem. A very wide awake and entertaining man was this patron. The home life was excellent.

The patron told me that he had the hab­it of reading aloud to his Indian boy, and that the boy sometimes read aloud to him.

After a most enjoyable hour and a half at this place, I jumped into my buggy and drove away. ’Twas growing dark now. I was eight miles from Trenton. But Maud was in high spirits and she soon brought the lights of the Trenton Monu­ment (commemorating Washington’s crossing of the Delaware that cold win­ter’s day of a century ago) plainly to view. My day’s work was now done and I was at my hotel asking for key No. 40.

Extracts From a Letter Written by Major George Le Roy Brown to Colonel Pratt,

From the Philippine Islands.“ I would be glad to send you a delega­

tion of my “ Cuyonos” for Carlisle. Many parents have asked me to take their children to the States for an educa­tion when I go back, but that is at an in­definite date. I am satisfied that it would be a most excellent plan for the Government to take some of the brighter children over to the States.

The “ Cuyonos” are especially bright and ambitious and they have been loyal to the United States from the beginning. They certainly deserve the most favora­ble consideration.

The Industrial school at Cuyo, on the island of Cuyo, is doing well and I am very hopeful indeed over the general con­ditions in the Cuyo, Kalmianes and Pa- raguaee Groups. I don’t know enough about other points to justify me in form­ing an opinion, but believe we have no moral right to DROP the burden we took up over here. It will be a long and ex­pensive “ chore,’ ’but like the Indian prob­lem, nothing is to be gained by shutting our eyes. CONDITIONS and FACTS, NOT TH EO R IES count.

W O R K not W ORDS, is the need of the hour among these people.

It is no man’s business whether he lias genius or not; work ho must, whatever he is, but quietly and steadily; and the natural and unforced results of such work will always be the things God meant him to do, and will be his best. If he is a great man they will be great things, if a small man, small things; but always if thus peacefully done, good and right.

— Jo h n R u s k i n .

With this issue, the R ed M a n & H e l ­p e r closes its 17th Volume, and next week we begin Vol. X V III , No 1. With the exception of renewing the type for the heading and lengthening the columns an inch or more, no change in the gener­al appeiirance of the paper will be made. W e thank our readers for their patron­age in the past and hope to merit their continued favor in the future.

THE RED MAN AND HELPER—FRID AY, JULY 11, 19J2

Man=on=the=band=stand.

Safety matches—bicycle races.—Many a man strikes out trying to strike

luck.—Mr. Lau, wagon maker, is away on his

vacation.Mr. Dysert, our shoe maker, is away on

his vacation.Mr. Murdoff, of Boiling Springs is our

new blacksmith.The weakest men often carry the heavi­

est life insurance.—Genus Baird lias gone to Point Pleas­

ant for the summer.The man who paints the town red

doesn’t use water colors.—Men delight in a great feat and women

take pride in small feet.Mr. C. Rupp, of Carlisle, is helping the

tinner to repair storm damages.Miss Forster was the guest of Mr. and

Mrs. Sinead on Tuesday evening.On Tuesday afternoon the thermome­

ter in the laundry registered 1IU'1 F.The Cliemawa Oregon school is to have

a new athletic field and grandstand.Willard Gansworth and Frank Beaver

left on Tuesday for Pt. Pleasant, N . J.Miss Miles has gone to Lawrence, Kan­

sas, where she will spend her vacation.Lon Spieche is in charge of the shoe

shop during the absence of Mr. Dysert.Miss Bowersox is in charge of the libra­

ry during Miss Steele’s absence this week.The farm is supplying an abundance of

vegetables for use at the students’ dining hall.

Miss Pearl Hartley has gone for a two weeks visit with friends near Philadel­phia,

Woman was created from a rib, and she has been partial to ribbons ever since.—

John Reinken of Alaska has sent a list of subscribers for the Red M a n a n d H e l p e r

The amateur photographer is generally a pessimist. He takes the worst view of everything.—

Misses Gates and Morris of Wilm ing­ton, Del , were guests of Miss Roberts over Sunday.

The watermelon treats arc apprecia­ted among the printers these sweltering July afternoons

Misses Moore and Stewart are still with us, but they expect to leave for an eastern trip next Monday.

Seven sets of double harness have been shipped from the school to various places in the west.

Fred Brushed will he much missed from the small boys’ quarters during his ab­sence at the sea-shore.

Sophia Americanhorse is in charge of the Club dinning room during the ab­sence of Miss Noble.

There have been forty-eight boxes of tin ware shipped to various western schools during the last week.

Miss Diehl of Chester, Pa., who has been with us for the past week, left Wed­nesday for her home.

It is reported that the thermometer in the yard of the Carlisle jail reached 132° on Tuesday afternoon.

Miss Wood writes that she is enjoying her vacation at home, and will go to the Adirondacks this week.

Miss Newcomer conducted the Sunday School exercises in the absence of Miss Bowersox last Sunday.

Lizzette Roubideaux returned, Satur­day evening, after spending a very enjoy­able week in Philadelphia.

Encouraging reports continue to come from Miss Burgess. She expects to re­turn in a week or ten days.

Many of the beautiful trees in Judge Henderson’s grounds were badly injured by the storm of last Thursday.

There are now only 40 boys in the large boy’s quarters, the smallest number that ever remained in for the summer.

The tin roofs damaged by the storm, are being replaced by tin shingles ,which are not so easily blown away.

Mrs. Bakoless and the children have gone to Milroy for a visit during the ab­sence of Prof. Bakeless at Minneapolis.

Several of the shops have been closed for a day or two this week on account of the urgent need of workers at the farm.

The recent rains and the extreme heat of the past few days have dampened the ardor of the croquet and tennis devotees.

Miss Sensensey will spend part of her vacation with her mother at their cottage in the mountains at Monterey, near Pen Mar.

The need of workers at the farm and upon the damaged buildings, leaves but one or two here and there at work in the shops.

The battle field of Gettysburg is ever a favorite visiting place for our guests. Miss Robert’s friends spent the day there Tuesday.

Miss Richenda Pratt, in company with a party of Carlisle friends, camped for several days in the mountains near Lau­rel Dam.

Mr. Allen Stephens of Pierce City, Mo., was an interested visitor this week and left a subscription to the R e d m a n a n d H e l p e r .

Charles Dillon and Marcellus Bezahun are kept busy these days taking apart all the old spring beds for the purpose of sav­ing the iron.

Wallace Denny and Goliath Rigjim have returned from Northfield where they attended the Conference of Y . M. C. A. workers.

The grass on our campus has been wonderfully refreshed by the recent rains, and the clink of the lawn mower is again heard.

Mr. Sprow, superintendent of the tin shop has developed a new department for his boys. Raising tin in the wheat field after the storm.

Miss H ill’s geraniums at the entrance of the laundry are a delight to the eye, and call forth many expressions of admiration from trolley visitors.

Martha Day has gone with her country mother for a stay at Ocean City, N . J. She writes that no girl could have a bet­ter home than she has.

We hear that Alfred Venue is a mem­ber of the choir at Chautauqua and that both he and Joseph Ruiz are giving great satisfaction as waiters.

A letter from Harry Beonia says he likes his country home and that he has a good times playing foot ball with the white boys in the evening.

Oscar Davis, another of our printers, has gone to the seashore to take a posi­tion as waiter in-Mrs. Crawford’s board­ing house at Pf. Pleasant, N. .1.

Mrs. Cook returned on Saturday, and will have Miss Robertson’s desk during the absence of the latter, who left on Monday for her annual vacation.

Miss Daisy Laird has returned from her visit to Philadelphia and New York, and has resumed her task of assorting and cataloguing pictures for the library.

Mr. and Mrs. Warner, Misses Stewart, Senseney and Moore spent a very de­lightful Fourth with Mrs Senseney,at her cottage in the mountains near Pen-Mar.

Miss Newcomer left for New York on Monday She will be joined by Miss (’ utter and together they will pursue courses of study at Columbia University.

Miss Carter joined Miss Burgess at Millville last Friday. She will spend a part of her vacation there, and later will visit Mr. and Mrs. Snyder at Lewistown.

The boys who saw Genus Baird run around in the clothing room during the storm last week, did not know whether he was trying to save himself or the watermelon that he had in his arms.

Since so many teachers are away on their summer vacations it seems very quiet in the club dinning room.The quiet­ness, however, has not affected the appe­tites of those who are left,

A letter from John Powlas says he is getting along finely at Huntsville, Okla., where he holds the position of Leasing Clerk.

Misses Hill and Bowersox spent sev­eral days in Baltimore and returned de­lighted with the charms of the Monu­mental city.

The office force under Mr. Beitzel is unusually busy closing accounts and re­ports for the fiscal year, and making esti­mates for the expenses of the coming year.

Repairs upon the roofs of the various quarters are about completed and the carpenters are briskly at work replacing the timbers upon the roof of the boiler house.

Mr. Allen, Prof. Bakeless and Miss Jackson represented the Carlisle School at the Indian Department of the National Educational Association in Minneapolis this week.

Mr. and Mi’s. Warner expect to leave tomorrow for Buffalo, where they will spend part of the summer. It is possible they may visit the Thousand Islands be­fore their return.

A letter from Susie Zane to Miss Ban- says she has been accepted at Blockley Hospital, West Phila. She is now on day duty in the receiving ward and is very happy at her work.

A letter from James Arnold, who with Tiffany Bender, is at Lake Mohonk, speaks in the highest terms of the charms of that region and of the people with whom they are employed.

Miss Ida Swallow played very accept­ably for chapel exercises on Sunday, in the absence of Miss Moore. Miss Swallow has a very musical touch and we hope to hear her play often this winter.

George Balenti and a squad of small boys have been busy raking the newly mown grass from the campus. An unusu­al crop was realized owing to the luxuri­ant growth since the recent rains.

W e are extremely sorry to learn that Austin Wheeloek, who has been* one of our good students here for several years, and went home recently on account of ill health, died at his home at Oneida, W is., on June 29th.

A severe electrical storm visited us this week Wednesday. It did no damage ex­cept to flood the uppei floor of the large boys’ quarters and the gymnasium, on which buildings the repairs oflast week’s damages have not been completed.

A blue bird has a nest in the tall stump of a tree near the guard house gate. It speaks well for the boys that they are willing to watch the little birds from a respectful distance, as they are learning to fly. and that no one has disturbed the cosy interior.

During the storm on Thursday after­noon, a horse and wagon, owned by Mr. Wetzel, were dashed violently against Judge Henderson’s fence, breaking the fence and demolishing the wagon. The occupants were thrown out, but not se­verely injured.

I n spite of the intense heat of the past week base ball has not lost its adherents. Even on Wednesday evening an attempt was made to play, hut the shower had made the diamond about the consistency of “ molasses in January,” and the game had to be given up.

Miss Noble left for a western trip on Tuesday. Bhe took with her Hattie Pryor and Lena George, who were sent home on accountof ill health. After leaving them in Nevada, Miss Noble will proceed to Oregon, where she will visit Mr. and Mrs. Campbell at Cliemawa.

Au interesting letter has been received from one of our former teachers, Mrs. Paul Walter, who is now with her hus­band at their home in Dakota. Bhe says it is yet too cold there to think of summer clothing and fires are very comfortable; that the Commencement Exercises of the Indian School at Flandreau were very fine and deserve everything good that was said about them. Mr. W alter’s general health is much improved, and she, her­self, is feeling stronger and quite rested.

HOME GOERS.

Home parties have been leaving at in­tervals during the past week. The fol­lowing is a list of those whose time had expired, or who, for other reasons, were returned to their homes:

Boys.Charles Antell, Henry Arthur, Thomas

Bear, Walter Bigflre, Joseph Brown, Jo­seph Cloud, Sherman Coulon, Nathaniel Decora,Alfred Demarr, Andrew Doxtator, Charles Duquesne, Leonard Duquesne, Daniel Enos, Hiram Faulkner, Richard Hendricks, Adam Johnson, James Locke, Peter Loren, David Masten, David M ay- bee, James Mishler, John Mighler, Mig­uel Moat, Thomas Mooney, Onaleana, Torey Pesuoh, John Pigeon, Fred Round- stone, Absolem Schanadore, Fred Sioux- man, Culgaluski Btandingdeer, Junaluski Standingdeer, Raymond Sweet, Allen H . Sword, John Terrance, Philip Tousey, Juan Vavages, George Washington, Da­vid Zaphier, Laban Baird, Tonkin Davis, Lyman Poodry, Grover Sky, Luther Jam­ison, Isaiah Schenandore, James Lyon, Frank Mt. Pleasant, Eli Thomas, How­ard Jones, Webster Lee, Clarence Rainey, Frank Cook, Carl Leo, Tom Mathews.

Girls.Florence George, Amelia Kennedy,

Mary Jane Scott, Flora Jamison, Carrie Parker, Birdena Seneca, Glennie W ater­man, P^unice Williams, Louisa Jacobs, Nettie Miller, Sara Davis, Nina Carlisle, Eva Rogers, Minnio Zallawager, Ange- line View, Laura Parker, Esther Parker, Em ily Perdesopy, Sadie Powlas, Jane Marie, Lydia Terrance, Lizzie Terrance, Addie Terrance, Lucentia Billings, Chris­tie White, Nancy Thompson, Gail An- tone, Miley Antone, Sava Awatum, Vas- salia Xavier, Josepha Lewis, Tawney Owl, Maude Murphy, Maggie Escacerga, Ida Mitchell, Mary Mitchell, Nellie Mer­rill, Abbie Bigjohn.

One of the worst storms ever experi­enced in this region passed over the school last Thursday afternoon. It rained steadi­ly all morning, but at noon the sun shone out and the air became very close and sultry until about three o’clock, when the sky turned black and the wind began to blow at a furious rate. In five minutes the storm was upon us; telegraph poles were upset—trees blown over, and the tin roofs swept off the girls’quarters and both the large and small boys’ quarters. The storm seemed to center in a regular whirl­wind over the boiler house and gymnasi­um. Almost half the roof of the latter was completely destroyed, and the roof and walls of the boiler house left almost in ruins. Live wires lying around made walking quite dangerous; one man, com­ing in contact with one, being thrown violently to the ground. The school has lost some of its most beautiful trees and it is estimated that it will cost between four and five thousand dollars toTepair the buildings that were damaged.

The 4t h at the school did not prove to be the merry holiday many had anticipat­ed. It was necessary to clear away the wreckage of the storm of Thursday. Groups of boys under the direction of Mr. Thompson, could be seen all day carrying away limbs and branches broken from the trees,and gathering pieces of scattered timber, while others,under Mr. Gardner’s management, were busily repairing the broken roofs, so as to get the buildings under shelter as quickly as possible. In the evening a sociable and watermelon treat was given to all of the students, fol­lowed by firoworks from the bandstand. The evening was greatly enjoyed and ap­preciated by all. Thus was spent the first “ Hero Day” at Carlisle, not just in the manner suggested last week, but in a way that proved that the heroic element was not wanting in many of our workers, and was very practically exemplified by the cheerful willingness with which they gave up their holiday to do the necessary thing.

Self reverence, self knowledge, self con­trol; these three alone lead life to sover­eign power.—T e n n y s o n ,

THE RED MAN AND H E L P E R -F R ID A Y , JULY 11, 1902

(Continued from first page.) portunities for laziness are fostered there and are irresistible. W e must not be guided by those whose interest is in the preservation of relics as an inspiration to the painter or novelist. The seats of the most ancient civilization of the world are now the abiding places of the most abject degradation, because people make their living there by preserving the relics and showing them to a morbid crowd.

The decree goes forth that the reser­vation must be broken up and immediate­ly thereafter new schools are built and old ones enlarged to make the breaking up impossible. The sentiment is express­ed that children should not be taken from home for education and the next day the remote schools are given greatly increased appropriations. The painter, the writer of fiction and the ethnologist wish to pre­serve the picturesque Indian, the Con­gressmen his appropriation and each su­perintendent and agent his particular school and agency. W hat a mess it makes. The red man is an American; let us put him where the American should be placed for his training—into our public school system, where he may, nay, must sit at the feet of the same teach­ers and in the same environment learn the lessons . that have made men of our race; out of the public schools into our indust­rial life doing work, even so-called inar­tistic work if necessary, any work that an honest person can do, and by its fruits earning his bread. Grant that he has been robbed of his heritage. It will nev­er be restored to him, and, more than that, he is yet being robbed with his own con­sent of the little yet remaining. He must meet our industrial conditions. Let him learn how to take the waves and rise with them, from those who know how. He cannot live on the memory of what he once had. A decayed aristocracy en­deavoring to subsist on the proceeds of a farm rented to a white man with the cer­tain prospect that his children will have nothing to rent, is a condition that should move us to positive action, heedless of the dreamer’s talk of an artistic life. The best artist is he who weaves an honest life out of the opportunities all have, and who can paint in his own countenance the likeness of a sturdy, conscientious, self- supporting member of society. A ll that is worth preserving of the Native Amer­ican will endure and gather strength and the rest will quickly perish from the earth it cumbers.

WHAT S THE USE?

Occasionally we find a boy who says to his instructors, “ W hat is the use of my learning this? It won’t do me any good.” W ell, my boy, perhaps in the particular thing of which you speak, it would be difficult to tell you the exact use it would be to you; but we can surely say that no good thing learned is useless.

It is possible that you have reached such a state of inertia that you hate to put forth the effort necessary even to write your name legibly; to express your thoughts clearly; to read understand- ingly; to become acquainted with the simple problems of arithmetic; to acquire a trade that will be helpful to you in earn­ing your own living. It seems hardly probable that any one would ask this question in regard to things of so evident value; yet, alas, it is occasionally true.

Did you ever see men erecting one of those lofty chimneys whose tops seem al­most to touch the clouds? W hat would you think of a mason so engaged who left a brick or stone out of the foundation, be­cause, forsooth, he did not see the use of it? You would think that man a fool, for you woald know perfectly well that that omission would impair the value of the structure; that though the chimney might stand through calm weather, the danger of its overthrow would be increas­ed by every storm and tempest

It is exactly the same with the founda­tions of character and ability that you are now laying, for you are young and foundations of one sort or another you are surly erecting now .Every stone or brick of learning that you leave out or

every imperfect one that you put in weakens the structure of your character by just so much. You may leave out a good- many and build some sort of a wavering tottering thing, that you call a character, but what is it worth in stormy times?

Doubtless you have known men who have become rich or famous who never had much education, or who, perhaps, could not even write their own names; and you in your foolish simplicity stand up and argue that those are not necessary acquirements. But do you suppose for a moment that those men were not hamper­ed at every turn by these lacks? Do you not suppose that, had they had the assis­tance of these advantages, the attainment of their position would have been infini­tely easier, or that they could have climb ed to still greater heights?

You have been sent to the Industrial School; you are here, doubtless, without consideration of your wislns in the mat­ter; you were sent here to reform. Don’t mistake that—to reform, not to be reform­ed. Every thing will be done here to show you that reform is the best thing for you; strong effort will be made to awaken within you a desire for reformation; the things that you most need, in mind, body and character, to accomplish reform, will be set before you; but the last act must be yours; you must reform yourself. One tells you how to do it, and you know that he knows, you must yourself admit that it is the height of folly not to follow his advice. Then, why not try this course for a while and see what you think of it? You have tried the opposite course out­side of the Schoul and you cannot show one good result, even to yourself. Give this way a trial now; if you do, you will be surprised at the result and you will nev­er again, we will guarantee, ask that fool ish question “ what’s the use?” —X .

FUN.

“ Oh, it was great fun, I tell you.” “ Such a good time as we had!” “ I hav­en’t had so much fun for a year.”

You can hear a score of such expres­sions as these any day, if you will walk along the street as the young people are tripping, running, swinging, wrestling, laughing, calling, singing along to school. For them the test of many things is whether they furnish a good time or not, and that is very well if they will remem­ber that the good time is also a test of themselves.

For fun has been a test of men in all ages. It is a test of the world’s progress toward civilization. W hat the ancients called fun will not bear description. Cruelty was one element in it. In the Roman theatres the most brutal and bloody scenes roused the multitudes to shouts of laughter. Humor included the most open portrayal of impurity. Such things have passed, but still fun, a “ good time” continues to be a test of individual character. There are still those who find

amusing to make weaker animals suf­fer, just to see them writhe in pain ; and there are many who think with shame of the time when they could make fun of some misfortune or deformity in others. Young people cannot realize too soon that they are revealing their character in what they do for their pleasures.

There are too, a great many young peo­ple who get deceived by the pleasures which they are invited to enter upon by those who advise them to enjoy life while they have it. They are led to think that true pleasure is to be sought, in flowing cups of wine, in going to places where purity is unknown, by developing and gratifyng every desire of the heart It is pitiful to witness the awakening from this fools’ paradise when the capacity for true pleasure is gone forever.

The true test of pleasure is that it shall make life fresher and sweeter. That kind of fun is not to be sought for at a long distance, nor at a great expense of money, time or vitality. It is a true statement that thousands of young people have overlooked the arbutus and the lilv of the valley that spring around their feet to go in the vain search for some im ­aginary flower upon the inaccessible

crag. Good times are to be found in simple games, in the delights that many have yet to discover in the home life, in kindly acts that make the lives of others, happier, in pleasures that are not selfish, but which mean happiness for all. In the good times for today there is room for a good deal of noise, for joy that is uncon­fined, for the free exercise of all the facul­ties which the Creator pronounced good; but always and everywhere recreations will continue to be a revelation of the character of those who engage in them.

— [ Young People.

Each Had His Method.John Randolph, that descendant of

Pocahontas who figured so brilliantly in Congress as a representative of Virginia, was once accosted on the piazza of a hotel by a young blade who had been boasting of his acquaintance with Randolph, and who thought he could bluff the Virginian into speaking to him before the admiring guests of the hostelry. He planted him­self. before Randolph and saluted him w ith:

“ Good morning, Senator!”“ Morning!” replied Randolph without

the faintest sign of recognition.“ Fine day, Senator!”“ A fact apparent for everybody, sir!”

came from the Virginian.“ Er—what is going on, Senator?” per­

sisted the cad, flushing under the rebuffs of the Senator.

“ I am, sir,” was the reply.W ild with indignation, the accoster

made a detour, met Randolph face to face on another part of the porch, and, plant­ing himself firmly in the way, declared:

“ I never turn out for any low, mean, sneaking, contemptible puppy!”

“ I always do,” said Randolph, m ildly as he stepped to one side and continued his promenade.—X .

A Supplementary Course.A young woman who, having prevailed

on her parents to send her to one of the fashionable seminaries, underwent a social evolution inside of a year that made the old folks wonder just where they were at. Her letters grew less affectionate and more affected with the passing of the months; she mapped out and carried into effect an itinerary for her vacation of Iqst summer that gave her exactly seven nights at home in more than thirteen weeks; her clothes for the period costlier father nearly $600; and her mother found herself engaged in keeping track of the blooming scholar’s gowns. When she returned to the seminary in September there was no improvement from the parents’ viewpoint. She graduated, how­ever, witli some honors, and bounced home a few weeks ago to inform her father that she now was ready to undertake a special course in “ psychology, sociology, bib—”

The old man stopped her right there, and said:

“ Now, see here, girl, we’ve put up with this sort of thing nigh onto two years, and we’ve had enough. I ’ve no doubt you’ve done yourself proud after a fashion; but mother and me has concluded that you’ll stop at home, let her have a bit of a rest, and that you’ll take up roastology boil- ology, stitchology, darnology, washology, and general domestieology—and you’d best begin tomorrow,girl,bygettin’ break­fast ready for dad.” — [ Pbila. Times

“ A h ,” says thekind neighbor on the 5th of July, “ I am glad to see you without a scratch to-day, W illie. Where are all your folks?

“ Papa is in the hospital,” answsrs W il­lie, “ and mamma is upstairs rubbing oil on her blisters, and grandpa has gone to the doctor to get his arm set again, and Uncle John is downtown trying to find something that will restore burned whisk­ers.”

“ W hy, how did they all get hurt?”“ Thev all wanted to show me how to

light my pinwheels and things ”—Judge.

I t ’s usually the man who is wrapped up in himself that finds most fault with his surroundings,

A CENTURY OF WEST POINT.

It will be a hundred years next October since Joseph G. Swift, of Massachusetts and Simon M. Levy, of Maryland, were graduated from the United States Mili­tary Academy at W est Point. They com­posed the first graduating class, and the whole of it. Appointed cadets in May, 180Q, they had in twenty-nine months completed their courses in engineering and artillery tactics, all the instruction that the institution then afforded.

A t West Point nobody cares who or what a boy’s father is; the obligation rests on the boy to prove that he is “ somebody,” and if he fails in that he has to go back home. From such a perfect democracy of sound-bodied and clear-headed youth, cherishing the ideal expressed in the W est Point motto,“ Duty,honor,country,” should come many men like the four thousand graduates whose names adorn the record of the Academy’s first century, men who add strength to the nation, in war and in peace — [ Youth’s Companion.

Simply Out of the Question.Two Irishmen traveling together, occu­

pied the same room one night when there was an amazing electrical storm;

“ That was a fear-rful storm last night, Dinny,” observed one, as they were dress­ing in the morning.

“ Did it r-rain?” asked Dennis.“ R-rain! W hy, man, not only did it

r-rain; the loightnin’ was bloindin’ an th’ thunder def’nin’ ! Oi niver before hear’rd such thunder.”

“ Do yez r-really mane that it thunder­ed, John?” asked Derinis, with some con­cern.

“ It did that—it thundered uncommon!’ replied John.

“ W ell, thin, for th’ love of Hivvin, why didn’t yez waken me? Ye knows I can nivver slape whin it thunders!”— [Phila. Times. _____

A Morning Prayer.The day returns and brings us the pet­

ty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the man, help us to per­form them with laughter aud kind faces; let cheerfulness abound with industry. Give us to go blithely on our business all this day, bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored, and grant us in the end the gift of sleep. Amen.

— R o b e r t L o u is S t e p h e n s o n .

The Boston Budget tells this story of a Boston school on exhitition day. The teacher gave out the word “ hazardous” for a boy to spell and, to her great sur­prise he promptly spelled it “ hazardess.” Thinking that defination might jog his memory in regard to the orthographical blunder of which he was guilty, she asked him to give the meaning, where­upon her astonishment was intensified by the reply. “ A female hazard.”

Enigma.I am made of 18 letters.My 18, 13, 15, 11, 7 is a sweet crystalline

vegetable.My 12,14, 6. 17, 4 is a word used some­

times to imply impudence.My 5, 8, 10, 16 is a souice of wealth and

comfort.My I, 9, 3, 4 is a service exercised by

some churches.My 6, 2, 5 is a purpose or intention.My whole is the person that the Man-

on-the-band-stand would be pleased tosee.

A n s w e r to L a s t w e e k ’s e n i g m a — Colonel Richard Henry Pratt.

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