The Newtown bee., 1904-04-29

orange groves, the two oldest sons largely engaged in the orange industry, and the youngest son just starting in law practice in San Francisco. had occasion to go tOa part of the town, where, as yet, l was quite stranger, not long ago. and before I could To- cate toe party for whom I was look ing, l had to call at two houses, located on orange ranches, to enquire. The first house l stopped at, an elderly man came to the door, and when I asked him if he could e me where MT Willard, the architect, lived, he scratched his head. and said he reck- oned he could not, for he had not been in these parts very long. 1 asked him where he came from and he said "Ore- gon." went on, and the next door I knocked at, a Sprlghtly yt ung lady came to the door, and surprised me by saying, "Isn't this MT Johnson?" She had heard 1 was in the town. You can easily guess I was asurpriSed man. Nothing would do, but 1 must go in, and then met the mother. They were the! widow and daughter of Joseph F. Nettleton,. who, when we were boys together, lived in the old homestead in Zoar, opposite the Eli J. Morris place. He died here less than a year ago, and left them in the fine place, where we met, and for an hour we sat and talked about Newtown people, many of whom are particular friends, and about whom they were delighted to hear. It was very hard work to get away, but, with the promise of calling again we parted, and after crossing a large orange ranch, with trees loaded with oranges, I knocked at a door, which was opened by the one for whom I was looking said hecame from Spring field, Mass, and introduced me to a lady from Connecticut, who seemed as glad to take me by the hand, as if we had been life long friends. In what is called here tent house, of which many there are, lives family, the husband of which, few years ago, was travel and made his regular trips to New town. He is our next door neighbor and he talks about the good fare he had at the Grand Central and Dick s hotel, and enquiries about the men who were in business then, and many of whom are in business now. His name is Hatch, and he came here fol his health, but, poor fellow, it looks as if he came too late. =
 So might go on, but I am sure have cited cases enough to satisfy my readers that when man starts out tt find place where no one knows him he may meet some one who, if they don't know him, are quite likely tt know some one who knows somebody who does know him. Methinks 1 heal some one say by this time, "What { foolish letter." and will not contra dict them if they do. Coming out o1 church, last Sunday, 1 saw little bo! standing on the steps, who attracted my attention. He was stout little fellow of less than six years, with : head round as bullet and eyes as sharp as black snakes. l couldn't think him Indian or Mexican, and or enquiring learned he was an Aleut
 whom some one persuaded his parent
 to give up, and he was brought dowr
 from Alaska last summer. Though h. little sorry for him so far from hi
 own people, but he is on the road t. | American citizenship. On bfcycl'
 the other day, I saw boy, whose na
 tionality I could not at first make out
 but knowing our government hat placed eight Filipino boys in tn
 schools here to be educated, l mad'
 no mistake in placing him in thai
 class. A fine looking boy of ten 0
 twelve years, he, too, seems in a fa1
 way to learn and practice the duties o
 American citizenship. So in a sense
 the world seems growing smaller a
 the different tnationalities are brOugh
 nearer together, and the hope of Oul l future as nation, lies in the educat
 ing of the children to the highest de
 gree as to the duties of America
 citizenship.