Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1895-05-08

WROTE III, bDeu calling ou6 ny ono uPoh
the children to sound the letters and
say the word. When the book had
been written and pronounced the class
round, the children. who were review
ing what they had learned of the quail
tiles of the book, were called upon to
tell stories of the book.
cts cover hard, volunteered little
Italian boy, with disregard for the
verb which was promptly corrected.
cts pages ees SOFT" suggested the
next child earnestly. This also brought
forth careful explanation.
81 buy it for cent" asserted young
6nancier triumphantly, and the little
Angelo across the way reproachfully
corrected: Il cannot buy it for cent "
And when the lesson as over the re-
porter asked the little Americans what
they had never learned at school and
could not be expected to know:
.'Who is the President of the United
States?''
And never hand was raised urtil
one little lad moved uneasily in his
seat and great thought shone out
from his big eyes and he whispered in
what is known as stage whisper:
BILLY McCarty is President and my
big brother belongs to the society,""
Miss O'Neil shook her head soberly.
"And you never heard of the Presi-
dents wife, who has two dear little
children and lives at the White House?"
she queried.
MRS. Cleveland" said somebody
with an inspiration.
"What child knows anything about
George Washington ?'' This was a
poser. and there were only few hands
raised timidly. "He's Dead" piped a
little girl with shrill treble.
'He had birthday before he died.
1t is Wahington's Birthday" said the
wisest, Hebrew boy with solemn,
dark face.
"Some of you children whose parents
come from Italy ought to be able to tell
who came across the water and dis
covered America.
A little boy made frantic gestures
to signify that he knew, and named
triumphantly one of the school commits
sioners. Miss O'Neil shook her head
and called upon the small girl in the
front row, who could speak but few
words Of English.
"Chris Colombo" lisped little Miss
Italy, and beamed with the pleasure
of being right.
The next grade brought forth two
young artists-a Hebrew and an Ital-
ian, aged respectively eleven and nine
years-who not only were able to tell
the two great personalities in American
history, but proudly offered to draw
their pictures from memory. The
young artists made their pictures on
brown wrapping paper with black
crayons.
The little Hebrew lad told the re-
porter that he had seeen the statue of
washington on horse" in the square
at Fourteenth street and he could make
it on paper. all but the hat. He meant,
he said, as he worked. to make it in
stone some day. When he grew up he
was going to Jersey to place where
he could learn to cut pictures out of
stone. The Italian boy drew the pic
ture of Columbus from the bust above
the desk, and then produced from his
pocket soiled and grimy newspaper
picture of the Landing of Columbus,
which he was going to reproduce en-
larged. he said.
Miss O'Neil gave the reporter many
bits of history Of the children who had
been under her care from year to year.
II have one boy from Jerusalem, the
Holy City," she said. when 1 asked
him to tell me of it. he said: Full up
to here" touching his throat; can't
get it outl and has told me of the
sacred wells and many other in
teresting sights of the city. He speaks
French fluently.
81 had at one time six Chinese boys
In the school. One of them is now a
shipping clerk in California in large
firm, and writes to me occasionally.
They were good boys, no trouble, and
as gentlemanly as could be. The
teachers began by teaching them 200
nouns. After that they came to me
and / gave them quarters Of an hour
every day to helping them ON in Eng
lish. 1t was all object teaching until
they were sufficiently advanced to be
taught from book, which they
brought me from mission. They
were the sons of wealthy Chinese mer.
chants, and their books were brought to
school by servants. On the Chinese
holidays, and also ON the American
ones. they gave beautiful presents to
the teachers.