The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1920-07-01

beauty. They were not orphans. they
were personalities.
incidentally they enjoyed the pic
ture. It was Charles Ray in "The
Busher" but to them it was Ben Hard
ing winning baseball games for
Brownsville.
mat it was a reality to them was
evidenced by the sniffles all over the
arched auditorium, built out of con-
crete and granite made by pupils of
the school, when Ben was knocked out
OF the box and came sneaking back
nome aboard the rods on a freight
train; and even more so later by the
applause when he came on the Brown
vile field and, overalls notwithstand-
ing, pulled losing game out of fire.
AS Ben came to bat in the ninth i'm
ming, the petite orchestra down in
front played ssIt's Up to You"; and
when Ben responded with a home-run
the poor orphans" clapped and whis-
tied their approval of a boy who had
learned how to "be good, do good, and
make good"
Someway there wasn't pilgrim in
the house who wouldn't have given his
Nash Sedan to be one of "the poor
orphans"
Mooseheart Wakes Up.
After the picture show came lights
out and taps at Mooseheart. There
was no bugle; but magically, as if a. a
preconcerted signal, lights in dormi-
tories snuffed out end left visiting
godfathers to find their way, darkly,
thoughtfully to their tented hotels on
the island.
Morning came in less than nothing.
Long before the kiddies were up the
pilgrims we're out and rambling over
the grounds. They walked admiringly
across lawns colorful with eolias, Pc
tunias, geraniums, phlox, pansies, hell
otrope and roses. They paused to
look at slides and circle-swings, and
teeter-totters, when suddenly whis-
tie blew and bells were tingling every
where.
There was a fiutter of curtains, a
patter as of bare feet, and tiny faces
at windows to see if it was going to
rain. Mooseheart was waking up.
A Little Journey Through Ioyland.
After that things moved rapidly for
the pilgrims. There was breakfast in
the dining hall, Mass for those who
cared to go, and Protestant Sunday
school and church in the auditorium of
Memorial Hall. At the latter service
the visitors caught the message Of
Mooseheart. In an informal address
to the Mooselets, Dean Rondthaler
said
"Our purpose here is to teach you
to be good, to do good, and to make
good; yours is to love to learn and to
learn to love that which is good and
eternal"
In the grand tour Of Mooseheart, led
by DR.. Patterson and j. D. Rosenblum,
'sthe fountain of eternal youth" the
pilgrims discovered that learning was
made easy at Mooseheart; they saw an
ideal power plant, witch furnishes
power for the settlement and is also
laboratory for students of electrical
engineering; a dairy barn housing LA
head Of pedigread Holstein cattle;
dormitories with a place for every
thing and everything in its place; a
high school building vastly better than
Kenosha's; thousand-acre farm
stocked with blooded horses and Berk-
shire hogs; and-no play makes Jack
dull boy and Jill an old maid, per-
haps-a lake where orphans can fish,
boat or swim until the cows come
home from the meadows that lie be-
yond it.
They do nothing by halves at Moose
heart.
''The Least of These
The last places visited were the new
Philadelphia Memorial Hospital, the
gift of the largest lodge in the world
! it has thirty thousand members and,
thanking it, the nursery. Here there
were thirteen-it's unlucky for gloom
-toddling, gurgling little babies, so
rosy and plump that they seemed to
roll, across the porch as they ran out
to meet the visitors.
"This is Peanut" said the matron,
"and that's Spaghetti doing the SHIN
my dance"
buI the piiBHlH1S uiuH-C care WHdI
their nicknames happened to be. All
of the women and some of the men in
the party just couldn't resist tiny
fingers that curled and eyes that, said
II want to belong to YOU" Peanut"
Spaghetti "Kewpie" and all the rest
were lifted, fondled and remembered
long after the fairy godfathers had
left Mooseheart and were spinning
back to Kenosha.
The return trip was. made without
incidents worthy of special record.