The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1900-07-28
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EOeS INTO lHe ASH cart. we can get
even few cents for it." But the
school children took the matter UP.
Superintendent Howell gave consent;
so did the board of control and Su-
perintendent Howell, with his custom
airy energy, did more than consent. He
| expended time and trouble in making
arrangements for the storage of contri-
buttons, their collection and delivery.
| The janitors of the various school
buildings became custodians of the
supplies and the children did the rest.
Such u gathering as it was. Big top
boots that father had worn in many
| wading expedition after brook trout;
| little overshoes out at the toes and at
| the heels by reason of much subbing
and many coasting trips; there were
the circular rubbers from glass jars,
brittle and crumpled, and the woe of
| the housewife who had ventured to use
them the second season They irri-
| tated her gaze and she was glad to see
| them no more. There was the rubber
door mat, over which countless feet
had passed, until it was worn smooth
and slippery. There were the bands
which had encircles the secrets of
many an office, many a business firm,
bills and receipts. There was the
| macintosh which in other years went
forth in the storms clinging to d
brave little figure of the girl who toiled
| day after day for her bread and for
| the care of her old mother. There
| came one sunshiny day when the old
| macintosh was laid away forever and
| the little maid put on the white robes
| nf hri u.h ~ tn no ha1
| so guarded as the treasure of beauti-
| full home that no storms should buffet,
| no rains chill, no cold benumb the
slight frame again. The day it went
| into the rubber collection the fair
wearer said, refectively: Dear me,
| imagine ever wearing that old thing,
| Tapping round ones ankles!" and she
| looked down at the trim rainy day"
skirt, with its faultless cut and grace
| full swing. But l remember" he said,
"once the dark blue was like my eyes
in the twilight" and she laughed a
| happy little laugh that should have
| somehow added value to that storm
| cloak when the junkman clutched it,
| There was one pair of tiny overshoes,
| new, shiny and unworn on the soles.
| One reason of the crisp criss-cross was
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them on his first toddling steps out of
| doors never set the little feet across
| the threshold. When one day he went
as far as the little grave in the ceme-
| terry hollow, tender hands carried him
softly and the dimpled feet left no
| prints in the early SHOWS.
| There was the base ball which once
| figured in a Princeton game. There
| We're five little golf balls SCARED by
many famous drives and stained by
a "mix-up" with many divots. There,
| too, were the gloves my lady wore
when she did gardening, according to
| the weird advice found in The Ladies'
| Home journal, and before she learned
| to be successful with the plants that
| loved her, and there was the punch
| ing bag, which had outlived its use
| fulness until new phase of existence
should open. One little boy brought
the rings which had adorned the fore
legs of a famous racing horse and had
helped it to win big purse. Another's s
| contribution was a pair Of bicycle tires,
| which became the source of consider
| able affliction to him later on, when
| the little chaps elder brother found
| that they were missing from the in
ventoried outfit of his new wheel. The
| rubber tube, which had once encased
| several feet of telegraph wire, caused
| much conjecture and nobody was able
to tell where it came from and who
| brought it. An equal mystery sur
| rounded the presence of several sets of
| new horseshoes. for which the over
| zeal of some small child was respon-
| sble.
Not few mothers found themselves
lacking the entire family supply of
| Overshoes, the discontinue of having
no old rubbers to bring overcoming
the scruples of the little people who
desired to give something toward the
Home. One small maiden brought ten
cents and a graceful note from her
mother, explaining that the family
overplus of rubber had been sold the
week before, but that this was the
amount it brought.
Well, to sum up the whole, the re-
ceipts of the rubber sale amounted to
more than $50, which far exceeds the
widest anticipation of the chairman
of the finance committee, who was
the originator and the Inspiration of
struggled for prices with the junk
dealers and who secured the favorable
results named, but after all it was the
little children who made it possible to
realize the much needed sum. And all
the old rubbers, the forgotten articles,
the shabby toys, the worn little shoes
will go through the refining fire into
a reincarnation of utility and pleasure
and who knows-we may yet wear
and touch them in our mortal life ?
Nothing is lost.
The children have done many things
for the Home. Their fingers have
been busy in various ways, and the
result has been hundreds of dollars
in the treasury. The other day two
little boys, Herman Fluehler and
George Stoghieler, brought twenty
seven quarts of huckleberries which
they had picked. Now to pick huckle-
berries on the bleak mountainside the
early part of this week meant more
discomfort than most of us would have
undertaken. The boys work for a
living. They must go out at daylight
with papers and have little time for
recreation. Huckleberry picking is not
unmixed delight. Such gifts are tc
be appreciated.
The Home has lost a good friend this
week, and that she will be sadly missed
is unquestioned. No one has a heart
more swiftly touched with sympathy
than was the tender heart of Mrs
Russell b. Williams. She was con,
slant and generous in her gifts to the