New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1921-10-19


that cling on the park tree branch
es begin to turn yellow and brown.
Days when nippy winds bring the
glow of summers forgotten roses
into happy children's cheeks.
School time, book time, teacher
time-th time in the year Of all
times. when the doors of life are
set ajar for eager childhood. Ia
city, in country, where stately,
spires top lordly steeples, where!
CHEEKY country schoolhouses nestle
beside white highways, all over.
this land, from tenements and from
palaces, the children come recingi
back to school. .s
Education, we call it! It's
little. the boys and girls know what
it is. All they know is that some
one older and bigger and wiser says
that school has begun. So they
tuck their books under their arms
or into their bags and sturdily set
off out through the doorways that
mean home to them, out into. the
family understood ways of tomor-
row.
The wonder of it! The pity of
it! The might-be glory of it! Let's
stop and think about it. Our chill
dren your children, my children!
The nations children! All the
worlds children! Home has done
its best for them sometimes! And
again, it's worst. Who shall say
what each is until schooldays are
passed and the lads and lassies are
men and women?
When school time and teacher
time cone into the lives of our
children, father and mother time
has begun to go. Nor is the thing
wrong. There is only one thing
that fathers and mothers can do,
after all. They can do all they can
to make their children able to stand
alone when the trials come, to de-
pend upon themselves and not up
on others. To be honest with them
selves and know that then there is
no dishonesty.
It's quaint little pitiful time
when all the six-year-olds set out
for their first mornings at school.
Try as she may, no mother can
keep out of her throat a silly
choke or out of her eyes faint
dimness, when she sees her sturdy
youngster trudge away to his first
teacher. Some mothers pray, some
have a simple faith. All of it is
love more than any other the world
knows.
And sometimes it is not quite
wise. Sometimes the mother does
not. stop to think what the future
nay bring to the romping eager
children Sometimes she believes
and trusts too much in the State and
the teachers, entrusts too much to
the powers that be and not enough
to her own selfless love.
Unadulterated Mother-Love is
unerring in it's judgem ent. 1t is
wise above all other wisdom, it is
nearer God then any other love,
1t is brotherhood and sisterhood
and comradeship unequaled.
But it must be true motherhood
that speaks. 1t must be mother
hood unafraid and una Dashed. Mo-
therhood untiringly patient and
eternally courageous.
Odd how life becdmes simple
thing when we reason it out. Just
our every day dealings with our
fellow human beings. No one can
live for himself. He may try but
he cannot. Sooner or later his
true self will catch life. Happiness
never finds him until it does.
All we. can teach our children is
everyday dealing according to the.
most practical plan of life ever de-
vised-the life laid down by enc who
lived and knew more than nineteen
hundred years ago, Just how we.
must live today.
He called it the Golden Rule.
Today they sometimes call it eth
les. They speak of, it as the Claw
OF Compensation. Some men say
it is honesty" Others call it Tin
tegrity.' They have a hundred
names for it, but all of them are
the same, when man wants them to
be.
School tine, JOY tine, boy and
girl tine. Time O. the year when
hopes rise highest and kindness is
in the very air we breathe. Dimp-
led hands and wa1en, bird-claw, UNI.
dernourished fingers, all of them
one-time babyhood. How can they.
be in land which calls itself
Christian?
And there are murders done in
the broad light Of day as we'll as in
the dark of night. How can these
things be? How can they be?
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