The San Francisco call., 1898-04-24

enter. into a discussion of the bloomer question. There are two sides to 1.-the selle Los opinion. She is conventional ity itself. Boomers are shocking. mascu- line, immodest, in her estimation. And young women to forever -forswear home and kindred than to don the humiliating oplecdt66na9Iie; d 6g I6,,o bfifurSSated ff garment CTS, too, is not a thing to be valued lightly Uncle Sam g,,lI himself has had to gard for place into consideration. Wis its of pupils to their homes should be as brief and as infrequent as possible" says never outgrow their fondness for home It's the strongest feeling they have prob ably. now that civilization has robbed and adventure the old. wild life held.
 No matter what the degree of her learn ing may be. no matter what she may cleanliness and comfort, the Indian girl Clings to her early associations. When her squaw mother, trudging out from the nearest point on the railroad to the h. dian school, comes to visit Mademoisele, wrapped in the traditional blanket, pur- pie Handkerchief tied about her walnut, wrinkled, cynical old face, her worn moe casins dusty, her gnarled, knotted hands, worn with scrubbing white women's kitchens, grasping the staff that helps her over the road. her patient bowed head bearing still the burden of the papoose basket, where the youngest of the Los NIlSSICS anu SIeWS dllu SlccpS-SA6 lS lS- ceived by her well-dressed. intelligent faced daughter with open arms, with the fullest of welcomes. with heart and lips bubbling over with the love terms learned in the old, familiar tongue which she, like others, falls back upon whenever real emotion seiZes her.
 Americaine of the Boarding School, whose little head is turned with crude, false mo- tions of gentility. borrowed from your narroWheaded, full-pursed schoOlmate; whom VOIl envy and and for whose sake you are despised and humiliated by the conditions from which you came. An Indian girl can never be educated into disdain for her mother. She can never be taught to be supercilious and superior and affected, and to belittle the filial love and obedience she owes that mother.
 The belle of the Indian school at Car son is a young woman of about r. Like her sisters she clings to the out-of-date bang straight across her forehead. But shaped, her mouth is distinctly pretty and her teeth are a dentists dream.
 Ruby can sew. She is as accomplished in this line as a friend of hers is in the culinary art. And anyone who has tasted the kind of coffee she made for us to The fame of Rubys sewing has gone abroad, so that in another Indian school where a seamstress Is needed she has been offered a position. Uncle Sam pays receive a monthly salary in addition to her board and her clothes that would mean rlcneS 10 the simple wants or an Indian girl. But she doesn't dream of ac- cepting Why? Simply because she couldn't retain the place. She knows that. The acceptance of the offered po- sition means living far from her mother, far from Ormsby County. Nevada.
 Every Indian boy or girl who Is capa- ble of earning any small sum of money is a contributor to the home budget. The people whose lives have been spent among the younger generation of Indians will point out to you one instance after the other of such unselfishness. Even the small ones. at times. overcome their love of sweets-for which no white-faced spoiled darling has more desire-and re- fraip from sending into town for the candy a stray dime could buy.
 Strange to say, it is the boys who adopt the civilized dress and wear it most cas- fly. The supposed female facility for change of condition does not manifest it. self here. Among the girls at the h. dian school graceful figure, pretty pose, is rare. Mile Lo has capped the climax of her conventionality by embrac- ing-or rather by being embraced blythe