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Show The School Children THERE has been a great hush In many portions of this city during the past week between the hours of 8:30 a. m. and 4 p m. because the inexorable inex-orable schools have absorbed the youngsters' that during the long vacation have divided honors with the young roosters who have been in daily and nightly practice with their new voices and filing fil-ing the streets with their clamor. In the morning they the children, not the roosters go singly and in droves with swinging baskets and endless chatter, to school, their dogs accompany them. The dogs return one by one and seem in a brown study on the problem of why they are excluded from the school rooms; they return the children, not the dogs in the afternoon, the events of the day are their theme and many and wise are the arguments pro and con, us to the wisdom of some of the proceedings. proceed-ings. Embryo lawyers present the arguments and embryo doctors prescribe the remedies, and different dif-ferent from the grown-ups, what they say fills the streets with music. And it can be noticed that certain of the boys and certain of the girls walk in pairs and it is easy to believe that a good many of them will when they are older agree to take the long walk which only ends at the grave or in tho divorce courts. There were millions of just such children seen every day, ten and fifteen years ago going and coming from the schools of Great Britain and on the continent, the lads and lassies were walking side by side and the sun was not so bright as were their hopes. Where are they now? The boys are dead or in the trenches, the girls, all their bright robes put away, all their songs stilled, are walking alone ana wondering if tho suffering in tho field is as great as to remain at home. So tho swift journey between the cradle and the grave goes on. May our people be spared from the sorrows that are making the old world one vast house of mourning and filling tho air with funeral plumes and tolling bells. |