Recently two Founders suggested that Chapters, classes, and individual contributors give memorial stones for the Round Table School Building, said stones to bear the names of the giver. The thought was to have as many States represented as possible. Another Founder, fearing the cost of transportation, and that so many different colors of stone as would, of course, result, wrote to say that it might be better to have the stones made at a quarry near Good Will.
The suggestion is that any person, old or young, a Chapter, a class, or a society of young persons, furnish these memorial stones made of the uniform size of 20 inches long, 9-3/4 inches wide, and 9 inches thick; they form the base-line on which the brick wall rests. They thus come a few feet from the ground, where they may be easily read. Several Chapters have responded already, and say they are ready to forward memorials. One of these is the Robert Louis Stevenson Chapter, of Cincinnati. Another is the William D. Moffatt Chapter, of Oakland, Md., a third is the Whittier Library Chapter, of Milwaukee, Wis., and a fourth is the Eugene M. Camp Chapter, of Brooklyn, N. Y. A society in Stillwater, Minn., wants to send one, and the Thaddeus Stevens Chapter, of Philadelphia, who has lost by death the Knight who founded it, may give a stone as a memorial.
The face of each stone would bear the letters, as: "W. D. Moffatt Chapter, Oakland, Md.," or, "In Memoriam: R. K. McCullough." It would be ideal to have enough of these memorials for the entire base-line, so that a person walking round the building could read the name of many Chapters from many States. Can't you help? Ask your Sunday-school class about it, or propose it at your Chapter meeting.
With each stone some contribution should be made. It was suggested that at least $5 should be given to the Fund; but perhaps it will be as well to allow donors of stones to give any amount they are able to. Suppose, this summer, you give an entertainment on the lawn. We can furnish an easily arranged programme. You can clear $10 easily. You could give to the Fund one half of it, and have the stone dressed, marked, and delivered for the other half. Several Chapters are to be represented. Let's have more of them. Write to us for particulars.
The flood of votes from Founders shows that the original members of the Order are as interested as ever in its welfare. The Order is, it may be well to explain, conducted by its members, and finally by its Founders, who vote on all important matters. Three questions were put to the Founders. 1. Should the eighteen-year age limit be abolished? 2. Should there be a new membership certificate to be called a "Patent"—a patent of noble chivalry? 3. Should the Order have a new badge?
On the first question very sound judgment was exercised, we think. Indeed, you showed a keener insight and greater breadth than we expected. There is no doubt about the decision, for it is a three-to-one one. It is that the eighteen-year age limit be retained; but once a member, always a member, without age restriction. That is, members do not cease to be members upon reaching their eighteenth birthday.
Founders in very large numbers urge the admission of persons of any age, upon application, to be styled not Knights and Ladies, but Patrons of the Order. We think this a happy solution of the problem, and shall, unless we hear objection, provide a Patron Patent, similar in design to the member's patent.
The second point is unanimously agreed, and so is the third, save that many ask that badge designs be submitted. To this we agree, and will submit the same as soon as possible. When the new patents and badges are ready we will announce the fact, and old members may have new Patents by asking for them. The prices of the new badges cannot be told until the design is selected: but an effort will be made to have one at ten cents, and one in gold at somewhere between fifty cents and $1. So many new readers have come to us lately, that as early as we can find space, we will print again the objects of the Order, how to join it, the story of the Good Will School, etc. The Order is to have some splendid prize and other offers soon.
A worthy foe: a trusty friend, the safest friend to have,
For if you differ, never mind, no danger is to brave.
A friend so easily shut up, so readily put down.
Can give no cause for sore regret, for deep remorse to drown.
A thing almost all people hate, and nervous people fear.
So ugly, that to naturalists it only can be dear.
Yet when that hateful stage is past it lives its little hour,
A floating gleam of beauty, it blossoms like a flower.
The very happiest life on earth, I do believe, is this,
He sits and lets your world go by, and his own world is his!
And if he does no good at all, he surely does no harm.
And science, wisdom, wit, and song, fill all his days with charm.
Possibly 'tis an idle life, only a life of ease,
Or worse than all, a selfish life, but don't disturb him, please!
| 1. | A list of numerous things of worth. |
| 2. | An inundation of the earth. |
| 3. | A kind of useful fishing-boat. |
| 4-5. | Some helps to sailors when afloat. |
| 6. | A mineral used for making soap. |
| 7. | A transformation of a trope. |
| 8. | The parent of the butterfly. |
| 9. | A bad affection of the eye. |
| 10. | A surgeon's amputating knife. |
| 11. | A poultice that may save your life. |
| 12. | A book that should be oftener read. |
| 13. | A resting-place for honored dead. |
| 14. | A sepulchre in foreign lands. |
| 15. | A cruel whip with many strands. |
| 16. | A cataract or waterway. |
| 17. | I take your senses quite away. |
| 18. | A spicy sauce to use with meat. |
| 19. | A class of workers with four feet. |
| 20. | A kind of ivy often found. |
| 21-22. | Sciences of reflected sound. |
| 23. | A heavy armor used of old. |
| 24. | The doctrines of the church, I'm told. |
| 25. | A mineral used for isinglass. |
| 26. | A useful herb you often pass. |
| 27. | An engine used for throwing stones. |
| 28. | A remedy for broken bones. |
| 29. | I form a chain of many links. |
| 30. | A philosophic list, methinks. |
| 31. | Essential to the violin. |
| 32. | I'm noted for my scaly skin. |
Members forget that it takes a much longer time to read several hundred stories and weigh their merits than it does to examine puzzle answers. To this fact is due the necessary delay over our last Story Competition. But the decisions have been made, and the First Prize Story, with names of all successful contestants, will be announced next week.
Janet Priest writes to say that the yell of the University of Minnesota is "Rah, rah, rah, Ski-U-mah—Varsity, Varsity! Minne-So-ta!" and the colors old-gold and maroon. Ralph Cotter and others are reminded that one certificate admits to all branches of the Order. The new certificates will be called "Patents." They will be very handsome. Due notice will be given when they are ready, and all will receive who ask for them. Camera prize offers are now under consideration. M. B. Y.: Rose Standish, mentioned by Longfellow, came in the Mayflower, the wife of Miles Standish. She was of English stock, but we can find little about her. Does any one around the Table know of her early life? She died of famine and privation in the next January but one after the Pilgrims landed. It was the second courtship of Miles that Longfellow describes.
A goodly number of years ago there dwelt in Ireland two brothers whose names were Larry and Jack. They were witty and humorous, and played many a mad prank on their unsuspecting neighbors. Now it seems that the town they lived in had in its church steeple two uncommonly large bells, and the clatter, when rung, was a source of annoyance to many people. Being church bells, no complaints were made, although they were the subject of many a conversation.
Larry and Jack for a long time had their eyes and minds on these same bells, and finally they decided to effectually stop the ringing by cutting the ropes off close to the clappers. Accordingly one night they effected an entrance to the church steeple, but were at a loss how to reach the bells without climbing the ropes, the only means of communication. This they finally decided to do, but first they piled a lot of pew-cushions on the floor to break any fall that might take place. Then Larry, throwing off his jacket, grasped one of the ropes and very slowly worked his way up to the bells.
It was either stupidity or forgetfulness on Larry's part, but when he reached the bells he whipped out his knife and cut the rope close to the bell over his head. Consequently down came poor Larry, striking the cushions with a sounding thump. It knocked the breath out of him, and Jack thought surely the fall had killed him. Larry, however, quickly put him at ease by crying out: "Faith, Jack, oi'm all right. If it wasn't in a church oi am, oi'd swear. Begorra either the earth struck me, or oi struck the earth, but heavens knows we have a very strong attachment for each other."
"Larry, you're stupid, me boy; yer head is as thick as sour cream. Oi'll show yez how to manage a little affair loike that," and Jack commenced climbing the other rope. "Now, Larry," he cried, when he reached the top, "watch me show yez how to do it," and, unlike Larry, he cut the rope from under his feet, and hung there dangling without means of reaching the floor.
Afraid to drop, his brother was forced to seek assistance from the town, and for a long while the two brothers were the laugh of the county.
Emperor Napoleon, after one of his great battles, gathered the remnant of his forces around him, and proceeded to compliment them in his characteristic manner, so endearing to the hearts of his soldiers. Finally Company D, of the Guards, who had been in the thick of the fight, were ordered to present themselves, and to the astonishment of the Emperor a single soldier appeared. He was bound up in bandages, and could barely walk.
"Where is the rest of your company?" asked the Emperor.
A tear welled in the old soldier's eye as he answered, "Your Majesty, they lie on the field dead," and then wofully added, "They fought better than I."
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Mamma. "Willie, how did that candle-grease come to get all over your bureau?"
Willie. "I suppose, mamma, it was because it couldn't get into the wick to burn up."
I'm generally contenter
Than any boy I know,
I'm satisfied most always
Whate'er may come or go.
But this time I'm dissatisfied,
A most peculiar biz!
There's something that I want to do,
But I don't know what it is.
Phrenologist. "I see that you have a good many lumps on your head; they all mean something."
Charlie. "I guess they do. The larger one is where Fred Mason struck me with a bat; the one next to it I got from falling down the stairs."
Mother. "Jack, what are you going to do with the screw-driver?"
Jack. "I'm going to fasten the screw which Willie Mason said I had loose this morning."
The steamboat is a wagon;
On wheels it runs its course.
The machinery's the harness,
The engine is the horse.
"I saw my papa's last book before he wrote it," said Jimmieboy.
"How did that happen?" asked the visitor.
"It was a blank-book then," said Jimmieboy.
Bobby (on ferry-boat). "I know why the river is so angry to-day."
Jack. "Why?"
Bobby. "Because it is crossed so often."
Uncle John. "Jimmie, if I were to take one dollar and divide it into four parts, and give a quarter to each of your brothers, what would be left?"
Jimmie. "I would."
Mamma. "You must take this medicine like a good boy, Tommy; it is spring medicine."
Tommy. "All right, mamma, if it will only make the spring come, so's I can play ball."
An old gentleman, within a short distance of the grave, remarked to his coachman, "Alas, James, I shall shortly go on a longer journey than you have ever driven me."
James (who had often been berated for reckless driving). "Rest easy, master, for it's a journey down hill all the way."
"I don't know why it is, Charlie, but you are always quarrelling. I dare say you quarrel with yourself."
"Can't help it; every one does that has a nose and chin."
"Why, how do you make that out?"
"Words always pass between them, you know."
Little fishy in the brook,
Went out one day on his own hook,
Despite the warning of his mother.
And then, alas,
It came to pass
He found the hook of Jimmie's brother,
And no one knows where he is at
Since he went whisking off on that.
Gentleman. "Here Pat, pull off these boots of mine."
Pat (looking at the gentleman's extraordinary large foot). "Sure your honor, I'd willingly do that same for yez, but it's beyond me power. The forks of the road below here might git the better of thim."
The baby's picture is not good,
I tell you plain and flat;
Not even when he's eatin' food
Is he as still as that.
"Diss is to-morrer," said Russell, as he waked early one morning.
"No, it ain't," said Jimmieboy. "This is to-day."
"No, 'tain't," said Russell. "Yesterday was to-day. Mamma said so, and
she said last night when I waked up it would be to-morrer. Diss is
to-morrer."