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# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/A real Czech army

A REAL CZECH ARMY
On of the good results of the Russian revolution, as seen from the standpoint of Bohemian independence, is the disappearance of all obstacles that were placed under the old regime in the way of forming a Bohemian army. Since 1916 there were in the Russian army two divisions of Czech soldiers, composed principally of prisoners of war who volunteered to fight against their nominal ruler. But they did not form the nucleus of a national Bohemian army; they were merely units of the Russian hosts. Even this concession, namely to fight in the ranks of the Russians against the Germans and Austrians, was granted by the old government grudgingly, and local officials put many obstacles in the way of recruiting.
The new government adopted a friendly, almost brotherly attitude toward the aims of Bohemian emigrants and prisoners of war in Russia for the attainment of free Bohemia. Two divisions and smaller units of Czechs and Slovaks in Russia were made into a Bohemian army which took the oath of fidelity to Bohemia. The text of the oath, just received from Petrograd, is as follows: "I declare my allegiance to the independent Czecho-Slovak state, to Professor Masaryk as its provisional dictator and to the Czecho-Slovak National Council in Paris as the provisional government. I solemnly swear that I will faithfully serve our free state, its dictator and government.”
A nation that has an army of its own must be reckoned with in the councils of the diplomats. Free Bohemia will grow out of the camp in which is gathered the Bohemian army.
# The Errand Boy (Alger)
### Contents

* Chapter I: Phil Has a Little Difficulty
* Chapter II: A Strange Revelation
* Chapter III: Phil's Sudden Resolution
* Chapter IV: Mr. Lionel Lake
* Chapter V: An Overbearing Conductor
* Chapter VI: Signor Orlando
* Chapter VII: Bowerman's Varieties
* Chapter VIII: The House in Twelfth Street
* Chapter IX: The Old Gentleman Proves a Friend
* Chapter X: Phil Calls on Mr. Pitkin
* Chapter XI: Phil Enters upon His Duties
* Chapter XII: Mr. Lionel Lake Again
* Chapter XIII: Phil's New Home
* Chapter XIV: Consulting the Oracle
* Chapter XV: Phil and the Fortune-Teller
* Chapter XVI: Mrs. Brent's Strange Temptation
* Chapter XVII: Jonas Joins the Conspiracy
* Chapter XVIII: The Conspiracy Succeeds
* Chapter XIX: A Narrow Escape from Detection
* Chapter XX: Left out in the Cold
* Chapter XXI: "They Met by Chance"
* Chapter XXII: Phil Is "Bounced"
* Chapter XXIII: An Explanation
* Chapter XXIV: Raising the Rent
* Chapter XXV: Alonzo Is Puzzled
* Chapter XXVI: A Wonderful Change
* Chapter XXVII: An Unpleasant Surprise
* Chapter XXVIII: An Unsatisfactory Conference
* Chapter XXIX: A Truce
* Chapter XXX: Phil's Trust
* Chapter XXXI: Phil Is Shadowed
* Chapter XXXII: Phil Is Robbed
* Chapter XXXIII: A Terrible Situation
* Chapter XXXIV: Phil's Friends and His Enemies
* Chapter XXXV: The Pitkins Retire in Disgust
* Chapter XXXVI: The False Heir
* Chapter XXXVII: Mrs. Brent's Panic
* Chapter XXXVIII: An Important Discovery
* Chapter XXXIX: At the Palmer House
* Chapter XL: A Scene Not on the Bills
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# The Epic of Gilgamish/Index to Parts 2 and 3

INDEX TO PARTS 2 AND 3
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Education of the Blind

Edition of 1920. See also the disclaimer.
EDUCATION OF THE BLIND. See Blind, Education of the; Education of the Physically Handicapped.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Education of Mental Defectives

Edition of 1920. See also the disclaimer.
EDUCATION OF MENTAL DEFECTIVES. See Education of Feeble-Minded and Mental Defectives.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Education of the Deaf

Edition of 1920. See also the disclaimer.
EDUCATION OF THE DEAF. See Deaf; Deaf, Education of the; Deaf-Blind; Education of the Physically Handicapped.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Education of Teachers

Edition of 1920. See also the disclaimer.
EDUCATION OF TEACHERS. See Teachers, Professional Training of.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Education of the Dumb

Edition of 1920. See also the disclaimer.
EDUCATION OF THE DUMB. See Deaf; Education of the Physically Handicapped.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Education of Defectives

Edition of 1920. See also the disclaimer.
EDUCATION OF DEFECTIVES. See Blind; Deaf, Education of; Education of Feeble-minded, etc.
# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 3/Sending money to Bohemia

SENDING MONEY TO BOHEMIA.
The American Relief Association has taken charge of the sending of money from this country to Central and Eastern Europe. The plan under which it operates deserves to be thoroughly advertised among foreign speaking people of the United States who desire to send food to their relatives in Czechoslovakia and near-by countries.
By an order of Fred I. Kent, director of the Division of Foreign Exchange of the Federal Reserve Board, all dealers in foreign exchange in the United States—and that includes banks, express companies, steamship ticket agencies etc.—must transmit money received by them for payment in Czechoslovakia, Jugoslavia, Poland, Roumania and neighboring states through the American Relief Administration. This organization will periodically notify Mr. Hoover in Paris of the amount of money, received let us say for payment in the Czechoslovak Republic. Mr. Hoover gives the Czechoslovak government the equivalent of this money in American food at whole sale prices, and at the same time a list is mailed to the Czechoslovak government of persons to whom money was sent by their American friends. These individuals then can use their credits to buy at home American food at smaller cost, than if it had been bought here and sent to them by parcel post.
Funds from this country will continue to be sent through bankers, but bankers must transmit exclusively through the Relief Administration. It is very gratifying to the Czechoslovaks that tentative rates announced by the American authorities show the Czechoslovak crown to be worth a great deal more than the Austrian crown. A dollar buys 20 Austrian crowns and only 15 Czechoslovak crowns.
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# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 3/Prague Celebrations

OVERTHROW OF AUSTRIAN RULE, OCTOBER 28, 1918.
Above: Deputy Zahradník speaking to Prague citizens gathered around statue of St. Václav. Below: Crowds in Prage streets in the afternoon celebrating their liberation.
ANNIVERSARY OF BATTLE OF WHITE MOUNTAIN (Nov. 8, 1620)
PRESIDENT MASARYK ARRIVES IN PRAGUE, DECEMBER 22, 1918.
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# The God of His Fathers: Tales of the Klondyke

These tales have appeared in "McClure's," "Ainslee's," "Outing," the "Overland Monthly," the "Wave," the "National," and the San Francisco "Examiner." To the kindness of the various editors is due their reappearance in more permanent form.
To the Daughters of the Wolf Who Have Bred and Suckled a Race of Men
* The God of His Fathers
* The Great Interrogation
* Which Make Men Remember
* Siwash
* The Man with the Gash
* Jan, the Unrepentant
* Grit of Women
* Where the Trail Forks
* A Daughter of the Aurora
* At the Rainbow's End
* The Scorn of Women
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# The Essays of Montaigne/Book I/Chapter XXVIII
### Chapter XXVIII. Nine-and-twenty sonnets of Estienne de la Boetie.

TO MADAME DE GRAMMONT, COMTESSE DE GUISSEN.
 [They scarce contain anything but amorous complaints, expressed in a  very rough style, discovering the follies and outrages of a restless  passion, overgorged, as it were, with jealousies, fears and  suspicions.--Coste.]
 [These....contained in the edition of 1588 nine-and-twenty sonnets  of La Boetie, accompanied by a dedicatory epistle to Madame de  Grammont. The former, which are referred to at the end of Chap.  XXVIL, do not really belong to the book, and are of very slight  interest at this time; the epistle is transferred to the  Correspondence. The sonnets, with the letter, were presumably sent  some time after Letters V. et seq. Montaigne seems to have had  several copies written out to forward to friends or acquaintances.]
# The Essays of Montaigne/Book I/Chapter XXXIV
### Chapter XXXIV. Of one defect in our government.

My late father, a man that had no other advantages than experience and his own natural parts, was nevertheless of a very clear judgment, formerly told me that he once had thoughts of endeavouring to introduce this practice; that there might be in every city a certain place assigned to which such as stood in need of anything might repair, and have their business entered by an officer appointed for that purpose. As for example: I want a chapman to buy my pearls; I want one that has pearls to sell; such a one wants company to go to Paris; such a one seeks a servant of such a quality; such a one a master; such a one such an artificer; some inquiring for one thing, some for another, every one according to what he wants. And doubtless, these mutual advertisements would be of no contemptible advantage to the public correspondence and intelligence: for there are evermore conditions that hunt after one another, and for want of knowing one another's occasions leave men in very great necessity.
I have heard, to the great shame of the age we live in, that in our very sight two most excellent men for learning died so poor that they had scarce bread to put in their mouths: Lilius Gregorius Giraldus in Italy and Sebastianus Castalio in Germany: and I believe there are a thousand men would have invited them into their families, with very advantageous conditions, or have relieved them where they were, had they known their wants. The world is not so generally corrupted, but that I know a man that would heartily wish the estate his ancestors have left him might be employed, so long as it shall please fortune to give him leave to enjoy it, to secure rare and remarkable persons of any kind, whom misfortune sometimes persecutes to the last degree, from the dangers of necessity; and at least place them in such a condition that they must be very hard to please, if they are not contented.
My father in his domestic economy had this rule (which I know how to commend, but by no means to imitate), namely, that besides the day-book or memorial of household affairs, where the small accounts, payments, and disbursements, which do not require a secretary's hand, were entered, and which a steward always had in custody, he ordered him whom he employed to write for him, to keep a journal, and in it to set down all the remarkable occurrences, and daily memorials of the history of his house: very pleasant to look over, when time begins to wear things out of memory, and very useful sometimes to put us out of doubt when such a thing was begun, when ended; what visitors came, and when they went; our travels, absences, marriages, and deaths; the reception of good or ill news; the change of principal servants, and the like. An ancient custom, which I think it would not be amiss for every one to revive in his own house; and I find I did very foolishly in neglecting it.
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/King Alphonso

FABLE XLIX. KING ALPHONSO.
A certain king who held his reign Where Tagus mingles with the main, Alphonso called, surnam'd The Wise— (Not so surnam'd because discreet, But just because he thought it meet  To scan the skies)— Knew much of all phenomena, And was a great astronomer. More of the heavens he came to know, Than of his kingdom here below; For when to council call'd, he'd soon Run off to view the sun or moon. At length one day when going to His telescope to take a view, The gentry round him he address'd:— "Messieurs! I am at last possess'd Of instruments, by which, to-night, I hope to see the wond'rous sight Of men within our satellite!" "No doubt you will," a courtier cried, "And many other things beside." Meantime a poor street-beggar bow'd, And ask'd for pennies from the crowd.
The king could neither hear nor see The man's appeal for charity; But all absorb'd pursu'd his way, Unheeding what the man might say. Yet still the beggar humbly pray'd; Beseeching held his hand for aid, And much the king did importune. But still the king with thoughts on high, Made ever still this same reply:— "I shall see men within the moon." At last the poor man in distress, Seiz'd on the monarch's royal dress,  And gravely said:— "You'll find men here, men who need bread: You need not look for them up there; They're here, around you, ev'rywhere. This realm God gave you for a boon, Not one up yonder in the moon."
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Caterpillar

FABLE XXXV. THE CATERPILLAR.
One day the animals began The silk-worm's wond'rous works to scan. "What talent," they exclaimed, "she shows! How glossily her spinning glows!  How rich, and smooth, and bright!" All present her nice thread extoll'd; 'Twas fine, and soft, and shone like gold, And well the proudest might delight.
Did we say all?—No, one there was, Who in the thread could find some flaws. It was the caterpillar, who Was pleas'd to take another view. With buts, and ifs she seems to doubt, And hesitates at speaking out.
THE CATERPILLAR.
But why should she thus disagree? "Oh," cried the fox, "I plainly see; My lady takes a contr'y view, Because she is a spinner too."
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Crocodile and the Sturgeon

FABLE XXXIV. THE CROCODILE AND STURGEON.
Upon the banks of ancient Nile, Two urchins stopp'd to play awhile: Over the waters smooth, profound, They made flat pebbles skip and bound. But soon an end's put to their play— A crocodile disturbs their fun; He seizes, crushes, swallows one,
While 'tother runs away. A sturgeon saw the murd’rous deed, And hasten'd off with all his speed— From horror at the act he fled. To hide deep in the river’s bed. But there, amidst distressing fears, Strange, unexpected news he hears— The crocodile was shedding tears! Could murd'rers then, with blood still wet, For their foul deeds feel such regret? Was he then suff'ring from the stings, Which true contrition always brings? And can the gods have the intent T' avenge, not save, the innocent? This villain surely now relents, "I'll go to him and tell him true, What it imports his soul to do." The honest sturgeon then proceeds To seek the monster 'midst the reeds. "Yes, weep," said he, "as well you may, For this foul deed you've done to-day. Remorse a balm is, and it heals The pains a wounded spirit feels. Then use this balm with thanks and joy, You monster! thus to eat a boy! Now that repentance you have felt;— Now that in tears your heart does melt, There's yet relief from all your fears." "Pooh!" said the knave, "that I've shed tears
Perhaps is true; But not for what I've done to-day, In that I did but one boy slay; 'Twas that another got away, Which I had hop'd to swallow too!"
Such tears as these we may believe Are often shed when sinners grieve.
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Dog and the Cat

FABLE XLII. THE DOG AND CAT.
'Tis of a dog the story's told, How, being by his master sold, At his new home he would not stay, But broke his chain and ran away. Returning to his old abode, How great was his surprise to find That no one there a welcome show'd,
Or friendliness of any kind! He found no greeting as before,  But with rebuffs,  And kicks and cuffs, Was driven from the door. Grimalkin sat with wond'ring eyes As she beheld her friend's surprise, And ventur'd this remark to make: "That you and I are lov'd, 'tis true; But what a fool, indeed, are you, To think we're priz'd for our sake!"
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Fox as a Preacher

FABLE XVII. THE FOX AS A PREACHER.
An old fox, gouty, apoplectic, All broken down, but learn'd and wise, Eloquent and skill'd in logic, His art at moral teaching tries, And to the desert rais'd his cries. His style was fine, his moral good; Under three heads his sermons stood; He plainly proved simplicity, Good manners and integrity, Must end in that felicity To which a lying world allures, But never to our hopes secures, Although we pay for't a large fee. At first he met with no success; None ever came to hear him preach, Save a few squirrels, more or less, Who chanc'd to fall within his reach; Or timid does, of little name, Who could not spread the preacher's fame. At length he wholly chang'd his course, And aimed at tyrants his discourse.
THE FOX AS A PREACHER.
With lofty strokes he boldly dares To hit at lions, tigers, bears, And all the monsters of the wood: Condemns their ravenous thirst for blood, Their gluttony, their rage, their spite,
Their love of wrong, contempt of right, The selfish use they make of war,  Et cetera, et cetera. And now the world crowd up to hear A preacher of so little fear. Deer, gazelles, kids, show their deep sense Of his all-powerful eloquence. His gen'rous truths they recognize; He's listened to with weeping eyes; His fame is spread the country round; The tidings far and near resound— Are borne upon the pop'lar voice, Until at court they make a noise. The lion who at that time reign'd (Good and pious as things then went), To hear the famous preacher deign'd, And to invite his presence sent. Charm'd with the royal courtesy, The preacher went without delay. His sermon now himself surpass'd. It was a perfect thunder-blast Against th' infernal thirst for blood Indulged by tyrants of the wood. He spoke of helpless innocence, Oppress'd by lawless insolence; Dwelt on the vices of the great; Their love of power insatiate; He call'd for justice long delay'd, 'Gainst those who on the feeble prey'd, Till beasts of prey all quak'd with fear
Such awful sentences to hear.
The courtier's at each other gaz'd,
And at such rudeness sat amaz'd;
But prudently remarks forbore.
Because the king was pleas'd to be,
Complacent towards this liberty,
Accustom'd to such things before.
The sermon ended, the king sent
To manifest his great content.
Had the bold preacher to him brought,
And thank'd him for the truths he'd taught.
"What must I give you in reward,"
He ask'd, "for fearless words like these?"
Old Reynard, taken off his guard,
Replied:—"Some turkeys if you please!"
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Dove and the Magpie

FABLE XLVII. THE DOVE AND THE MAGPIE.
Once on a time a dove had built Her nest near where a magpie dwelt. It must be own'd the neighborhood Could not be reckon'd very good. But that is neither here nor there; We simply state things as they were.  In the dwelling of the dove.
Ev'rything was peace and love,  While in t'other all was strife—  Husband fighting with the wife,  Broken eggs and wretched life. Twas one day after being beat, The magpie sought the dove's retreat,  Where she chatter'd, scolded, cried Told all she knew and more beside, And with her clamor fill'd the house About the failings of her spouse. "He is exacting, hard, and proud,"  She shriek'd aloud, "And passionate and jealous too;  And yet he goes  To see the crows, As I can well attest to you." And in her anger she gave vent To many things of like intent. "But you," the gentle dove replied, "Have you no faults on your side?" "I have, the pie resum'd, "'tis true; And I may say, between us two, In my behavior I've been light, And sometimes shown a deal of spite. I've often, too, play'd the coquette, Merely to see him writhe and fret." (Pies hardly would this fault admit If they thought doves would credit it.) "But what of that? I'd like to know, Don't other birds do even so?"
"Oh no, indeed," the dove rejoined; "You'll never peace in that way find. If thus you irritate your mate, You give him cause for all his hate." "I give him cause!" the pie exclaim'd, With anger at the dove inflam'd, "That's very bright, upon my word! Such impudence who ever heard? When I come here for sympathy, You set about abusing me! Keep your advice at home, say I, And so, impertinence, good bye!" Quite too indignant to say more, She flung impatient from the door, Enraged to find herself oppos'd, By her own faults which she'd disclos'd.
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Carp and her Young

FABLE VI. THE CARP AND HER YOUNG.
"Take care, my little ones, take care, Beware the river's bank," she said, "The treach'rous hook is lurking there; The hawk is hov'ring in the air; Keep ever to the river's bed." Thus 'midst the waters of the Seine, The carp once plead, yet plead in vain,
With her young fry. 'Twas April; and through all the sky, The warm and moisty zephyrs flew, To wake the mountains from their dreams; And fill again the languid streams, Which overflow'd the country through.  Oh then to see  The revelry  Of the young fry,  As brisk and spry, They darted through the swollen flood!  "Where's now your fear,  My mother dear?  There's nothing here but good. The flood is to a deluge grown, The whole world now is overflown, And its domination is our own. What is the need, midst such a sea, In fear of hooks or hawks to be?" Thus said the young fry in their glee. "No, no," the mother straight replies, "This flood is but a moment's rise; Your only safety, as I've said, Is not to leave the river's bed."  "Oh pish!" Exclaimed the mad young fish.  "You weak old carp! You always on that one string harp! We are resolv'd to leave the Seine, And enter on our new domain."
So saying, off the young ones go, Exulting in the overflow. We need not on their journey dwell, For soon the risen waters fell; The carplings, caught in shallow pools,  The fools! Were hurried to the frying pan. Now let him tell me, he who can, Why did these carplings disobey, And from the river stroll away? Was it because they thought they knew Their mother's counsels were not true? Or was't they wanted something new? Or did they think that—Ah, my friend! To such inquiries where's the end?
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Canary and the Crow

FABLE XLIII. THE CANARY AND THE CROW.
Together were two cages hung,  For music and for show; In one a fine canary sung,  In t'other screech'd a crow. One charm'd the household with his song, The other vex'd it with his cries; Forever cawing all day long, He call'd for bread, and cakes, and pies.
And people fed him to his fill, As the best way to keep him still. Loud rang the sweet canary's strain, He ask'd for naught, and sung in vain. For none supplied his pressing needs, Or gave him water, or his seeds.
Those most delighted by his chants, Were quite oblivious of his wants. They liked him well enough, 'twas true, But never gave him what was due. At last one day they found him dead, Merely for want of being fed. "Alas!" folks cried, "how can we spare A songster so beyond compare! How could he die?—a bird so rare!"
But while they thus express surprise, The crow keeps up his stunning cries, And still is fed on cakes and pies.