Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-01-31

they land is the pocket knife. and this IL
exhibited in all states of imperfection. The
girls don't bring over toy of any sort-not
even a miserable rag doll. Fact Is, I've
gathered from my talks with their mothers
that their daughters never knew about
dolls in the old country.
But there's one game that all the chill
dren seem to know-rng- around-a-rosy. No
one has to teach them that. no matter
where they hail from. Let shipload OF
boys and girls come into this ROOM and be-
fore they've been here half an hour they'll
be dancing around in circles and singing in
their native tongues the same song that
your babies and mine sing when they and
their playmates gather in the sitting room
or the yard and play that good old game OF
ring around-a-rosy.'
The keeper looked at his watch.
Time to let in some of the fathers to see
their families he said. We let 'em in in
patches for ten or fifteen minutes once q
day."
He left the room, returning In few min
utes with a half dozen stolid looking men
behind him.
"Araby. Russky. Polack. Italy," he
shouted, "pop-daG-fadder"
On the instant a hundred children tore
toward the men, and those whose fathers
were in the group shouted and laughed as
they scrambled around their parents legs
and held on to their hands as they moved
toward their wives. But the others. openly
showing their disappointment. sought the
keeper-their refuge and adviser IN all sorts
of trouble-and reproached him in childish
jabber. The keeper waved his hand.
Next" he said, kindly; ''next-in min
ute;' and Immediately the little faces
frightened and little legs scampered away
to tell mothers Of the good news.
Wonderful Love for Parents.
'1rhey all show wonderful love for their
fathers said the keeper. Look how the
them and pull their hair and whiskers.
Those fathers could give some Americans
1 know points on father love- and as for.
the children, haven't seen single sign
of attempted disrespect toward either par
emit. Why. young Italy over there-that
bruiser / was telling you about-is most
mild-mannered and cheerfully obedient son
when his mother or father commands him
to move the family bundles. or to take
care of his younger brothers and sisters.
THE affection that brothers and sisters
show for one another IL strong, too My
experience has led me to believe that Yam
kee brothers and sisters fight among them
selves great deal more than less but I've
yet to see children of the same family here
In a squabbae. On the other hand, they're
continually looking after and comforting
one another by their words OF endearment,
mite of a girl go up to q brother twice her
size, who has been punameled by another
boy, and try to put her arms around his
neck. struggle to kiss him and comfort him
brother is transformed into a regular little
devil when some one has hurt a sister
Lord IL didn't step In, do believe he'd
try to kill the other fellow. The boys, too,
are what you might call chivalrous. I've
seen more than one lad relieve his mother
Of her bundles. but you never see a hus.
band offer to do such a thing.
Nursery Songs in Many Tongues.
'On the whole I've found that these
adopted babies and children are just like
our own boys and girls in many respects
just as noisy all the day long. just as full
of life. just as mischevious, just as enter
tanning. and often just as deserving Of tad.
dywhackings. And, Lordy. they're just 40
eager to stay up as long as the older folks,
too. This is the day room, the women
and children sleeping In big barracks up-
stairs. aid the men in still another bar.
racks. When we take the women up there
for the night the boys and girls plead with
their mothers to be allowed to stay up and
they go whimpering and sulking to thelt
cots when they can't And as they do SO
the mothers take up the babies in their
arms and, half sitting and half lying on
the cots. they sing the old world songs,
soft and plaintiye. UNTIL. one by one. Their
offspring falls asleep-the youngest OF
Uncle Sans adopted babies"