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HOW TO WRITE SPECIAL FEATURE ARTICLES
A HANDBOOK FOR REPORTERS, CORRESPONDENTS
AND FREE-LANCE WRITERS WHO DESIRE TO CONTRIBUTE TO POPULAR MAGAZINES AND
MAGAZINE SECTIONS OF NEWSPAPERS
BY
WILLARD GROSVENOR BLEYER, PH.D.
Author of "Newspaper Writing and
Editing," and "Types of News Writing"; Director of the Course in Journalism
in the University of Wisconsin
BOSTON, NEW YORK, CHICAGO, SAN FRANCISCO
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
The Riverside Press Cambridge
The Riverside Press
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PREFACE
This book is the result of twelve years' experience in
teaching university students to write special feature articles for
newspapers and popular magazines. By applying the methods outlined in the
following pages, young men and women have been able to prepare articles that
have been accepted by many newspaper and magazine editors. The success that
these students have achieved leads the author to believe that others who
desire to write special articles may be aided by the suggestions given in
this book.
Although innumerable books on short-story writing have
been published, no attempt has hitherto been made to discuss in detail the
writing of special feature articles. In the absence of any generally
accepted method of approach to the subject, it has been necessary to work
out a systematic classification of the various types of articles and of the
different kinds of titles, beginnings, and similar details, as well as to
supply names by which to identify them.
A careful analysis of current practice in the writing of
special feature stories and popular magazine articles is the basis of the
methods presented. In this analysis an effort has been made to show the
application of the principles of composition to the writing of articles.
Examples taken from representative newspapers and magazines are freely used
to illustrate the methods discussed. To encourage students to analyze
typical articles, the second part of the book is devoted to a collection of
newspaper and magazine articles of various types, with an outline for the
analysis of them.
Particular emphasis is placed on methods of popularizing
such knowledge as is not available to the general reader. This has been done
in the belief that it is important for the average person to know of the
progress that is being made in every field of human endeavor, in order that
he may, if possible, apply the results to his own affairs. The problem,
therefore, is to show aspiring writers how to present discoveries,
inventions, new methods, and every significant advance in knowledge, in an
accurate and attractive form.
To train students to write articles for newspapers and
popular magazines may, perhaps, be regarded by some college instructors in
composition as an undertaking scarcely worth their while. They would
doubtless prefer to encourage their students to write what is commonly
called "literature." The fact remains, nevertheless, that the average
undergraduate cannot write anything that approximates literature, whereas
experience has shown that many students can write acceptable popular
articles. Moreover, since the overwhelming majority of Americans read only
newspapers and magazines, it is by no means an unimportant task for our
universities to train writers to supply the steady demand for well-written
articles. The late Walter Hines Page, founder of the World's Work and
former editor of the Atlantic Monthly, presented the whole situation
effectively in an article on "The Writer and the University," when he wrote:
The journeymen writers write almost all that almost all
Americans read. This is a fact that we love to fool ourselves about. We
talk about "literature" and we talk about "hack writers," implying that
the reading that we do is of literature. The truth all the while is, we
read little else than the writing of the hacks—living hacks, that is, men
and women who write for pay. We may hug the notion that our life and
thought are not really affected by current literature, that we read the
living writers only for utilitarian reasons, and that our real
intellectual life is fed by the great dead writers. But hugging this
delusion does not change the fact that the intellectual life even of most
educated persons, and certainly of the mass of the population, is fed
chiefly by the writers of our own time....Every
editor of a magazine, every editor of an earnest and worthy newspaper,
every publisher of books, has dozens or hundreds of important tasks for
which he cannot find capable men; tasks that require scholarship,
knowledge of science, or of politics, or of industry, or of literature,
along with experience in writing accurately in the language of the people.
Special feature stories and popular magazine articles
constitute a type of writing particularly adapted to the ability of the
novice, who has developed some facility in writing, but who may not have
sufficient maturity or talent to undertake successful short-story writing or
other distinctly literary work. Most special articles cannot be regarded as
literature. Nevertheless, they afford the young writer an opportunity to
develop whatever ability he possesses. Such writing teaches him four things
that are invaluable to any one who aspires to do literary work. It trains
him to observe what is going on about him, to select what will interest the
average reader, to organize material effectively, and to present it
attractively. If this book helps the inexperienced writer, whether he is in
or out of college, to acquire these four essential qualifications for
success, it will have accomplished its purpose.
For permission to reprint complete articles, the author is
indebted to the editors of the Boston Herald, the Christian
Science Monitor, the Boston Evening Transcript, the New York
Evening Post, the Detroit News, the Milwaukee Journal, the
Kansas City Star, the New York Sun, the Providence Journal,
the Ohio State Journal, the New York World, the Saturday
Evening Post, the Independent, the Country Gentleman, the
Outlook, McClure's Magazine, Everybody's Magazine, the
Delineator, the Pictorial Review, Munsey's Magazine,
the American Magazine, System, Farm and Fireside, the
Woman's Home Companion, the Designer, and the Newspaper
Enterprise Association. The author is also under obligation to the many
newspapers and magazines from which excerpts, titles, and other material
have been quoted.
At every stage in the preparation of this book the author
has had the advantage of the coöperation and assistance of his wife, Alice
Haskell Bleyer.
University of Wisconsin
Madison, August, 1919
CONTENTS
HOW TO WRITE SPECIAL FEATURE ARTICLES
Origin of Special Articles. The rise
of popular magazines and of magazine sections of daily newspapers during the
last thirty years has resulted in a type of writing known as the "special
feature article." Such articles, presenting interesting and timely subjects
in popular form, are designed to attract a class of readers that were not
reached by the older literary periodicals. Editors of newspapers and
magazines a generation ago began to realize that there was no lack of
interest on the part of the general public in scientific discoveries and
inventions, in significant political and social movements, in important
persons and events. Magazine articles on these themes, however, had usually
been written by specialists who, as a rule, did not attempt to appeal to the
"man in the street," but were satisfied to reach a limited circle of
well-educated readers.
To create a larger magazine-reading public,
editors undertook to develop a popular form and style that would furnish
information as attractively as possible. The perennial appeal of fiction
gave them a suggestion for the popularization of facts. The methods of the
short story, of the drama, and even of the melodrama, applied to the
presentation of general information, provided a means for catching the
attention of the casual reader.
Daily newspapers had already discovered the
advantage of giving the day's news in a form that could be read rapidly with
the maximum degree of interest by the average man and woman. Certain
so-called sensational papers had gone a step further in these attempts to
give added attractiveness to news and had
emphasized its melodramatic aspects. Other papers had seen the value of the
"human interest" phases of the day's happenings. It was not surprising,
therefore, that Sunday editors of newspapers should undertake to apply to
special articles the same methods that had proved successful in the
treatment of news.
The product of these efforts at
popularization was the special feature article, with its story-like form,
its touches of description, its "human interest," its dramatic situations,
its character portrayal—all effectively used to furnish information and
entertainment for that rapid reader, the "average American."
Definition of a Special Article. A
special feature article may be defined as a detailed presentation of facts
in an interesting form adapted to rapid reading, for the purpose of
entertaining or informing the average person. It usually deals with (1)
recent news that is of sufficient importance to warrant elaboration; (2)
timely or seasonal topics not directly connected with news; or (3) subjects
of general interest that have no immediate connection with current events.
Although frequently concerned with news, the
special feature article is more than a mere news story. It aims to
supplement the bare facts of the news report by giving more detailed
information regarding the persons, places, and circumstances that appear in
the news columns. News must be published as fast as it develops, with only
enough explanatory material to make it intelligible. The special article,
written with the perspective afforded by an interval of a few days or weeks,
fills in the bare outlines of the hurried news sketch with the life and
color that make the picture complete.
The special feature article must not be
confused with the type of news story called the "feature," or "human
interest," story. The latter undertakes to present minor incidents of the
day's news in an entertaining form. Like the important news story, it is
published immediately after the incident
occurs. Its purpose is to appeal to newspaper readers by bringing out the
humorous and pathetic phases of events that have little real news value. It
exemplifies, therefore, merely one distinctive form of news report.
The special feature article differs from the
older type of magazine article, not so much in subject as in form and style.
The most marked difference lies in the fact that it supplements the
recognized methods of literary and scientific exposition with the more
striking devices of narrative, descriptive, and dramatic writing.
Scope of Feature Articles. The range
of subjects for special articles is as wide as human knowledge and
experience. Any theme is suitable that can be made interesting to a
considerable number of persons. A given topic may make either a local or a
general appeal. If interest in it is likely to be limited to persons in the
immediate vicinity of the place with which the subject is connected, the
article is best adapted to publication in a local newspaper. If the theme is
one that appeals to a larger public, the article is adapted to a periodical
of general circulation. Often local material has interest for persons in
many other communities, and hence is suitable either for newspapers or for
magazines.
Some subjects have a peculiar appeal to
persons engaged in a particular occupation or devoted to a particular
avocation or amusement. Special articles on these subjects of limited appeal
are adapted to agricultural, trade, or other class publications,
particularly to such of these periodicals as present their material in a
popular rather than a technical manner.
The Newspaper Field. Because of their
number and their local character, daily newspapers afford a ready medium for
the publication of special articles, or "special feature stories," as they
are generally called in newspaper offices. Some newspapers publish these
articles from day to day on the editorial page or in other parts of the
paper. Many more papers have magazine sections on Saturday or
Sunday made up largely of such "stories." Some
of these special sections closely resemble regular magazines in form, cover,
and general make-up.
The articles published in newspapers come
from three sources: (1) syndicates that furnish a number of newspapers in
different cities with special articles, illustrations, and other matter, for
simultaneous publication; (2) members of the newspaper's staff; that is,
reporters, correspondents, editors, or special writers employed for the
purpose; (3) so-called "free-lance" writers, professional or amateur, who
submit their "stories" to the editor of the magazine section.
Reporters, correspondents, and other regular
members of the staff may be assigned to write special feature stories, or
may prepare such stories on their own initiative for submission to the
editor of the magazine section. In many offices regular members of the staff
are paid for special feature stories in addition to their salaries,
especially when the subjects are not assigned to them and when the stories
are prepared in the writer's own leisure time. Other papers expect their
regular staff members to furnish the paper with whatever articles they may
write, as a part of the work covered by their salary. If a paper has one or
more special feature writers on its staff, it may pay them a fixed salary or
may employ them "on space"; that is, pay them at a fixed "space rate" for
the number of columns that an article fills when printed.
Newspaper correspondents, who are usually
paid at space rates for news stories, may add to their monthly "string," or
amount of space, by submitting special feature articles in addition to news.
They may also submit articles to other papers that do not compete with their
own paper. Ordinarily a newspaper expects a correspondent to give it the
opportunity of printing any special feature stories that he may write.
Free-lance writers, who are not regularly
employed by newspapers or magazines as staff members, submit articles for
the editor's consideration and are paid at space rates.
Sometimes a free lance will outline an article
in a letter or in personal conference with an editor in order to get his
approval before writing it, but, unless the editor knows the writer's work,
he is not likely to promise to accept the completed article. To the writer
there is an obvious advantage in knowing that the subject as he outlines it
is or is not an acceptable one. If an editor likes the work of a free lance,
he may suggest subjects for articles, or may even ask him to prepare an
article on a given subject. Freelance writers, by selling their work at
space rates, can often make more money than they would receive as regular
members of a newspaper staff.
For the amateur the newspaper offers an
excellent field. First, in every city of any size there is at least one
daily newspaper, and almost all these papers publish special feature
stories. Second, feature articles on local topics, the material for which is
right at the amateur's hand, are sought by most newspapers. Third, newspaper
editors are generally less critical of form and style than are magazine
editors. With some practice an inexperienced writer may acquire sufficient
skill to prepare an acceptable special feature story for publication in a
local paper, and even if he is paid little or nothing for it, he will gain
experience from seeing his work in print.
The space rate paid for feature articles is
usually proportionate to the size of the city in which the newspaper is
published. In small cities papers seldom pay more than $1 a column; in
larger places the rate is about $3 a column; in still larger ones, $5; and
in the largest, from $8 to $10. In general the column rate for special
feature stories is the same as that paid for news stories.
What Newspapers Want. Since
timeliness is the keynote of the newspaper, current topics, either growing
out of the news of the week or anticipating coming events, furnish the
subjects for most special feature stories. The news columns from day to day
provide room for only concise announcements of such news as a scientific
discovery, an invention, the death of an interesting person, a report
on social or industrial conditions, proposed
legislation, the razing of a landmark, or the dedication of a new building.
Such news often arouses the reader's curiosity to know more of the persons,
places, and circumstances mentioned. In an effort to satisfy this curiosity,
editors of magazine sections print special feature stories based on news.
By anticipating approaching events, an
editor is able to supply articles that are timely for a particular issue of
his paper. Two classes of subjects that he usually looks forward to in this
way are: first, those concerned with local, state, and national
anniversaries; and second, those growing out of seasonal occasions, such as
holidays, vacations, the opening of schools and colleges, moving days,
commencements, the opening of hunting and fishing seasons.
The general policy of a newspaper with
regard to special feature stories is the same as its policy concerning news.
Both are determined by the character of its circulation. A paper that is
read largely by business and professional men provides news and special
articles that satisfy such readers. A paper that aims to reach the so-called
masses naturally selects news and features that will appeal to them. If a
newspaper has a considerable circulation outside the city where it is
published, the editors, in framing their policy, cannot afford to overlook
their suburban and rural readers. The character of its readers, in a word,
determines the character of a paper's special feature stories.
The newspaper is primarily local in
character. A city, a state, or at most a comparatively small section of the
whole country, is its particular field. Besides the news of its locality, it
must, of course, give significant news of the world at large. So, too, in
addition to local feature articles, it should furnish special feature
stories of a broader scope. This distinctively local character of newspapers
differentiates them from magazines of national circulation in the matter of
acceptable subjects for special articles.
The frequency of publication of newspapers,
as well as their ephemeral character, leads, in many instances, to the
choice of comparatively trivial topics for some articles.
Merely to give readers entertaining matter with
which to occupy their leisure at the end of a day's work or on Sunday, some
papers print special feature stories on topics of little or no importance,
often written in a light vein. Articles with no more serious purpose than
that of helping readers to while away a few spare moments are obviously
better adapted to newspapers, which are read rapidly and immediately cast
aside, than to periodicals.
The sensationalism that characterizes the
policy of some newspapers affects alike their news columns and their
magazine sections. Gossip, scandal, and crime lend themselves to
melodramatic treatment as readily in special feature articles as in news
stories. On the other hand, the relatively few magazines that undertake to
attract readers by sensationalism, usually do so by means of short stories
and serials rather than by special articles.
All newspapers, in short, use special
feature stories on local topics, some papers print trivial ones, and others
"play up" sensational material; whereas practically no magazine publishes
articles of these types.
Sunday Magazine Sections. The
character and scope of special articles for the Sunday magazine section of
newspapers have been well summarized by two well-known editors of such
sections. Mr. John O'Hara Cosgrove, editor of the New York Sunday World
Magazine, and formerly editor of Everybody's Magazine, gives this
as his conception of the ideal Sunday magazine section:
The real function of the Sunday Magazine, to
my thinking, is to present the color and romance of the news, the most
authoritative opinions on the issues and events of the day, and to
chronicle promptly the developments of science as applied to daily life.
In the grind of human intercourse all manner of curious, heroic,
delightful things turn up, and for the most part, are dismissed in a
passing note. Behind every such episode are human beings and a story, and
these, if fairly and artfully explained, are the very stuff of romance.
Into every great city men are drifting daily from the strange and remote
places of the world where they have survived perilous hazards and seen
rare spectacles. Such adventures are the treasure troves of the skilful
reporter. The cross currents and
reactions that lead up to any explosion of greed or passion that we call
crime are often worth following, not only for their plots, but as proofs
of the pain and terror of transgression. Brave deeds or heroic resistances
are all too seldom presented in full length in the news, and generously
portrayed prove the nobility inherent in every-day life.
The broad domain of the Sunday magazine
editor covers all that may be rare and curious or novel in the arts and
sciences, in music and verse, in religion and the occult, on the stage and
in sport. Achievements and controversies are ever culminating in these
diverse fields, and the men and women actors therein make admirable
subjects for his pages. Provided the editor has at his disposal skilled
writers who have the fine arts of vivid and simple exposition and of the
brief personal sketch, there is nothing of human interest that may not be
presented.
The ideal Sunday magazine, as Mr.
Frederick Boyd Stevenson, Sunday editor of the Brooklyn Eagle, sees
it, he describes thus:
The new Sunday magazine of the newspaper
bids fair to be a crisp, sensible review and critique of the live world.
It has developed a special line of writers who have learned that a
character sketch and interview of a man makes you "see" the man face to
face and talk with him yourself. If he has done anything that gives him a
place in the news of to-day, he is presented to you. You know the man.
It seems to me that the leading feature of
the Sunday magazine should be the biggest topic that will be before the
public on the Sunday that the newspaper is printed. It should be written
by one who thoroughly knows his subject, who is forceful in style and
fluent in words, who can make a picture that his readers can see, and
seeing, realize. So every other feature of the Sunday magazine should have
points of human interest, either by contact with the news of the day or
with men and women who are doing something besides getting divorces and
creating scandals.
I firmly believe that the coming Sunday
magazine will contain articles of information without being dull or
encyclopædic, articles of adventure that are real and timely, articles of
scientific discoveries that are authentic, interviews with men and women
who have messages, and interpretations of news and analyses of every-day
themes, together with sketches, poems, and essays that are not tedious,
but have a reason for being printed.
The Magazine Field. The great
majority of magazines differ from all newspapers in one important
respect—extent of circulation. Popular magazines have a nation-wide
distribution. It is only among agricultural and trade journals that we find
a distinctly sectional circulation. Some of these publications serve
subscribers in only one state or section, and others issue separate state or
sectional editions. The best basis of differentiation among magazines, then,
is not the extent of circulation but the class of readers appealed to,
regardless of the part of the country in which the readers live. The popular
general magazine, monthly or weekly, aims to attract readers of all classes
in all parts of the United States.
How Magazines Get Material.
Magazine articles come from (1) regular members of the magazine's staff, (2)
professional or amateur free-lance writers, (3) specialists who write as an
avocation, and (4) readers of the periodical who send in material based on
their own experience.
The so-called "staff system" of magazine
editing, in accordance with which practically all the articles are prepared
by writers regularly employed by the publication, has been adopted by a few
general magazines and by a number of class periodicals. The staff is
recruited from writers and editors on newspapers and other magazines. Its
members often perform various editorial duties in addition to writing
articles. Publications edited in this way buy few if any articles from
outsiders.
Magazines that do not follow the staff
system depend largely or entirely on contributors. Every editor daily
receives many manuscripts submitted by writers on their own initiative. From
these he selects the material best adapted to his publication. Experienced
writers often submit an outline of an article to a magazine editor for his
approval before preparing the material for publication. Free-lance writers
of reputation may be asked by magazine editors to prepare articles on given
subjects.
In addition to material obtained in these
ways, articles may be secured from specialists who write as an avocation.
An editor generally decides on the
subject that he thinks will interest his readers at a given time and then
selects the authority best fitted to treat it in a popular way. To induce
well-known men to prepare such articles, an editor generally offers them
more than he normally pays.
A periodical may encourage its readers to
send in short articles giving their own experiences and explaining how to do
something in which they have become skilled. These personal experience
articles have a reality and "human interest" that make them eminently
readable. To obtain them magazines sometimes offer prizes for the best,
reserving the privilege of publishing acceptable articles that do not win an
award. Aspiring writers should take advantage of these prize contests as a
possible means of getting both publication and money for their work.
Opportunities for Unknown Writers.
The belief is common among novices that because they are unknown their work
is likely to receive little or no consideration from editors. As a matter of
fact, in the majority of newspaper and magazine offices all unsolicited
manuscripts are considered strictly on their merits. The unknown writer has
as good a chance as anybody of having his manuscript accepted, provided that
his work has merit comparable with that of more experienced writers.
With the exception of certain newspapers
that depend entirely on syndicates for their special features, and of a few
popular magazines that have the staff system or that desire only the work of
well-known writers, every publication welcomes special articles and short
stories by novices. Moreover, editors take pride in the fact that from time
to time they "discover" writers whose work later proves popular. They not
infrequently tell how they accepted a short story, an article, or some verse
by an author of whom they had never before heard, because they were
impressed with the quality of it, and how the verdict of their readers
confirmed their own judgment.
The relatively small number of amateurs
who undertake special articles, compared with the hundreds of thousands
who try their hand at short stories, makes
the opportunities for special feature writers all the greater. Then, too,
the number of professional writers of special articles is comparatively
small. This is particularly true of writers who are able effectively to
popularize scientific and technical material, as well as of those who can
present in popular form the results of social and economic investigations.
It is not too much to say, therefore, that
any writer who is willing (1) to study the interests and the needs of
newspaper and magazine readers, (2) to gather carefully the material for his
articles, and (3) to present it accurately and attractively, may be sure
that his work will receive the fullest consideration in almost every
newspaper and magazine office in the country, and will be accepted whenever
it is found to merit publication.
Women as Feature Writers. Since the
essential qualifications just enumerated are not limited to men, women are
quite as well fitted to write special feature and magazine articles as are
their brothers in the craft. In fact, woman's quicker sympathies and readier
emotional response to many phases of life give her a distinct advantage. Her
insight into the lives of others, and her intuitive understanding of them,
especially fit her to write good "human interest" articles. Both the
delicacy of touch and the chatty, personal tone that characterize the work
of many young women, are well suited to numerous topics.
In some fields, such as cooking, sewing,
teaching, the care of children, and household management, woman's greater
knowledge and understanding of conditions furnish her with topics that are
vital to other women and often not uninteresting to men. The entry of women
into occupations hitherto open only to men is bringing new experiences to
many women, and is furnishing women writers with additional fields from
which to draw subjects and material. Ever since the beginning of popular
magazines and of special feature writing for newspapers, women writers have
proved their ability, but at no time have the opportunities for them been
greater than at present.
Qualifications for Feature Writing.
To attain success as a writer of special feature articles a person must
possess at least four qualifications: (1) ability to find subjects that will
interest the average man and woman, and to see the picturesque, romantic,
and significant phases of these subjects; (2) a sympathetic understanding of
the lives and interests of the persons about whom and for whom he writes;
(3) thoroughness and accuracy in gathering material; (4) skill to portray
and to explain clearly, accurately, and attractively.
The much vaunted sense of news values
commonly called a "nose for news," whether innate or acquired, is a prime
requisite. Like the newspaper reporter, the writer of special articles must
be able to recognize what at a given moment will interest the average
reader. Like the reporter, also, he must know how much it will interest him.
An alert, responsive attitude of mind toward everything that is going on in
the world, and especially in that part of the world immediately around him,
will reveal a host of subjects. By reading newspapers, magazines, and books,
as well as by intercourse with persons of various classes, a writer keeps in
contact with what people are thinking and talking about, in the world at
large and in his own community. In this way he finds subjects and also
learns how to connect his subjects with events and movements of interest the
country over.
Not only should he be quick to recognize a
good subject; he must be able to see the attractive and significant aspects
of it. He must understand which of its phases touch most closely the life
and the interests of the average person for whom he is writing. He must look
at things from "the other fellow's" point of view. A sympathetic insight
into the lives of his readers is
necessary for every writer who hopes to quicken his subject with vital
interest.
The alert mental attitude that constantly
focuses the writer's attention on the men and women around him has been
called "human curiosity," which Arnold Bennett says "counts among the
highest social virtues (as indifference counts among the basest defects),
because it leads to the disclosure of the causes of character and
temperament and thereby to a better understanding of the springs of human
conduct." The importance of curiosity and of a keen sense of wonder has been
emphasized as follows by Mr. John M. Siddall, editor of the American
Magazine, who directed his advice to college students interested in the
opportunities afforded by writing as a profession:
Ability to investigate a subject
thoroughly, and to gather material accurately, is absolutely necessary for
any writer who aims to do acceptable work. Careless, inaccurate writers are
the bane of the magazine editor's life. Whenever mistakes appear in an
article, readers are sure to write to the editor calling his attention to
them. Moreover, the discovery of incorrect statements impairs the
confidence of readers in the magazine. If
there is reason to doubt the correctness of any data in an article, the
editor takes pains to check over the facts carefully before publication. He
is not inclined to accept work a second time from a writer who has once
proved unreliable.
To interpret correctly the essential
significance of data is as important as to record them accurately. Readers
want to know the meaning of facts and figures, and it is the writer's
mission to bring out this meaning. A sympathetic understanding of the
persons who figure in his article is essential, not only to portray them
accurately, but to give his story the necessary "human interest." To observe
accurately, to feel keenly, and to interpret sympathetically and correctly
whatever he undertakes to write about, should be a writer's constant aim.
Ability to write well enough to make the
average person see as clearly, feel as keenly, and understand as well as he
does himself the persons and things that he is portraying and explaining, is
obviously the sine qua non of success. Ease, fluency, and originality
of diction, either natural or acquired, the writer must possess if his work
is to have distinction.
Training for Feature Writing. The
ideal preparation for a writer of special articles would include a four-year
college course, at least a year's work as a newspaper reporter, and
practical experience in some other occupation or profession in which the
writer intends to specialize in his writing. Although not all persons who
desire to do special feature work will be able to prepare themselves in this
way, most of them can obtain some part of this preliminary training.
A college course, although not absolutely
essential for success, is generally recognized to be of great value as a
preparation for writing. College training aims to develop the student's
ability to observe accurately, to think logically, and to express his ideas
clearly and effectively—all of which is vital to good special feature
writing. In addition, such a course gives a student a knowledge of many
subjects that he will find useful for his
articles. A liberal education furnishes a background that is invaluable for
all kinds of literary work. Universities also offer excellent opportunities
for specialization. Intensive study in some one field of knowledge, such as
agriculture, banking and finance, home economics, public health, social
service, government and politics, or one of the physical sciences, makes it
possible for a writer to specialize in his articles. In choosing a
department in which to do special work in college, a student may be guided
by his own tastes and interests, or he may select some field in which there
is considerable demand for well trained writers. The man or woman with a
specialty has a superior equipment for writing.
With the development of courses in
journalism in many colleges and universities has come the opportunity to
obtain instruction and practice, not only in the writing of special feature
and magazine articles, but also in newspaper reporting, editing, and short
story writing. To write constantly under guidance and criticism, such as it
is impossible to secure in newspaper and magazine offices, will develop
whatever ability a student possesses.
Experience as a newspaper reporter
supplements college training in journalism and is the best substitute for
college work generally available to persons who cannot go to college. For
any one who aspires to write, reporting has several distinct advantages and
some dangers.
The requirement that news be printed at
the earliest possible moment teaches newspaper workers to collect facts and
opinions quickly and to write them up rapidly under pressure. Newspaper work
also develops a writer's appreciation of what constitutes news and what
determines news values; that is, it helps him to recognize at once, not only
what interests the average reader, but how much it interests him. Then, too,
in the course of his round of news gathering a reporter sees more of human
life under a variety of circumstances than do workers in any other
occupation. Such experience not only supplies him
with an abundance of material, but gives him
a better understanding and a more sympathetic appreciation of the life of
all classes.
To get the most out of his reporting, a
writer must guard against two dangers. One is the temptation to be satisfied
with superficial work hastily done. The necessity of writing rapidly under
pressure and of constantly handling similar material, encourages neglect of
the niceties of structure and of style. In the rush of rapid writing, the
importance of care in the choice of words and in the arrangement of phrases
and clauses is easily forgotten. Even though well-edited newspapers insist
on the highest possible degree of accuracy in presenting news, the
exigencies of newspaper publishing often make it impossible to verify facts
or to attain absolute accuracy. Consequently a reporter may drop into the
habit of being satisfied with less thorough methods of collecting and
presenting his material than are demanded by the higher standards of
magazine writing.
The second danger is that he may
unconsciously permit a more or less cynical attitude to replace the healthy,
optimistic outlook with which he began his work. With the seamy side of life
constantly before him, he may find that his faith in human nature is being
undermined. If, however, he loses his idealism, he cannot hope to give his
articles that sincerity, hopefulness, and constructive spirit demanded by
the average reader, who, on the whole, retains his belief that truth and
righteousness prevail.
Of the relation of newspaper reporting to
the writing of magazine articles and to magazine editing, Mr. Howard
Wheeler, editor of Everybody's Magazine, has said:
Practical experience in the field of his
specialty is of advantage in familiarizing a writer with the actual
conditions about which he is preparing himself to write. To engage for some
time in farming, railroading, household management, or any other occupation,
equips a person to write more intelligently about it. Such practical
experience either supplements college training in a special field, or serves
as the best substitute for such specialized education.
What Editors Want. All the
requirements for success in special feature writing may be reduced to the
trite dictum that editors want what they believe their readers want.
Although a commonplace, it expresses a point of view that aspiring writers
are apt to forget. From a purely commercial standpoint, editors are
middlemen who buy from producers what they believe they can sell to their
customers. Unless an editor satisfies his readers with his articles, they
will cease to buy his publication. If his literary wares are not what his
readers want, he finds on the newsstands unsold piles of his publication,
just as a grocer finds on his shelves faded packages of an unpopular
breakfast food. Both editor and grocer undertake to buy from the producers
what will have a ready sale and will satisfy their customers.
The writer, then, as the producer, must
furnish wares that will attract and satisfy the readers of the periodical to
which he desires to sell his product. It is the ultimate consumer, not
merely the editor, that he must keep in mind in selecting his material and
in writing his article. "Will the reader like this?" is the question that he
must ask himself at every stage of his work. Unless he can convince himself
that the average person who reads the periodical to which he proposes to
submit his article will like what he is writing, he cannot hope to sell it
to the editor.
Understanding the Reader. Instead
of thinking of readers as a more or less indefinite mass, the writer will
find it advantageous to picture to himself real persons who may be taken as
typical readers. It is very easy for an author to think that what interests
him and his immediate circle will appeal equally to people in general. To
write successfully, however, for the Sunday magazine of a newspaper, it is
necessary to keep in mind the butcher, the baker, and—if not the
candlestick-maker, at least the stenographer and the department store
clerk—as well as the doctor, lawyer, merchant, and chief. What is true of
the Sunday newspaper is true of the popular magazine.
The most successful publisher in this
country attributes the success of his periodical to the fact that he kept
before his mind's eye, as a type, a family of his acquaintance in a
Middle-Western town of fifteen hundred inhabitants, and shaped the policy of
his publication to meet the needs and interests of all its members. An
editor who desired to reach such a family would be immeasurably helped in
selecting his material by trying constantly to judge from their point of
view whatever passed through his hands. It is equally true that a writer
desiring to gain admittance to that magazine, or to others making the same
appeal, would greatly profit by visualizing as vividly as possible a similar
family. Every successful writer, consciously or unconsciously, thus pictures
his readers to himself.
If, for example, an author is preparing an
article for an agricultural journal, he must have in his mind's eye an
average farmer and this farmer's family. Not only must he see them in their
surroundings; he must try to see life from their point of view. The attitude
of the typical city man toward the farm and country life is very different
from that of the countryman. Lack of sympathy and insight is a fatal defect
in many an article intended by the writer for farm readers.
Whatever the publication to which an
author desires to contribute, he should consider first, last, and all the
time, its readers—their surroundings, their education, their income,
their ambitions, their amusements, their
prejudices—in short, he must see them as they really are.
The necessity of understanding the reader
and his point of view has been well brought out by Mr. John M. Siddall,
editor of the American Magazine, in the following excerpt from an
editorial in that periodical:
The man who refuses to use his imagination
to enable him to look at things from the other fellow's point of view
simply cannot exercise wide influence. He cannot reach people.
Underneath it, somehow, lies a great law,
the law of service. You can't expect to attract people unless you do
something for them. The business man who has something to sell must have
something useful to sell, and he must talk about it from the point of view
of the people to whom he wants to sell his goods. In the same way, the
journalist, the preacher, and the politician must look at things from the
point of view of those they would reach. They must feel the needs of
others and then reach out and meet those needs. They can never have a
large following unless they give something. The same law runs into the
human relation. How we abhor the man who talks only about himself—the man
who never inquires about our troubles, our problems; the man
who never puts himself in our place, but unimaginatively and
unsympathetically goes on and on, egotistically hammering away on the only
subject that interests him—namely himself.
Studying Newspapers and Magazines.
Since every successful publication may be assumed to be satisfying its
readers to a considerable degree, the best way to determine what kind of
readers it has, and what they are interested in, is to study the contents
carefully. No writer should send an article to a publication before he has
examined critically several of its latest issues. In fact, no writer should
prepare an article before deciding to just what periodical he wishes to
submit it. The more familiar he is with the periodical the better are his
chances of having his contribution accepted.
In analyzing a newspaper or magazine in
order to determine the type of reader to which it appeals, the writer should
consider the character of the subjects in its recent
issues, and the point of view from which
these subjects are presented. Every successful periodical has a distinct
individuality, which may be regarded as an expression of the editor's idea
of what his readers expect of his publication. To become a successful
contributor to a periodical, a writer must catch the spirit that pervades
its fiction and its editorials, as well as its special articles.
In his effort to determine the kind of
topics preferred by a given publication, a writer may at first glance decide
that timeliness is the one element that dominates their choice, but a closer
examination of the articles in one or more issues will reveal a more
specific basis of selection. Thus, one Sunday paper will be found to contain
articles on the latest political, sociological, and literary topics, while
another deals almost exclusively with society leaders, actors and actresses,
and other men and women whose recent experiences or adventures have brought
them into prominence.
It is of even greater value to find out by
careful reading of the entire contents of several numbers of a periodical,
the exact point of view from which the material is treated. Every editor
aims to present the contents of his publication in the way that will make
the strongest appeal to his readers. This point of view it is the writer's
business to discover and adopt.
Analysis of Special Articles. An
inexperienced writer who desires to submit special feature stories to
newspapers should begin by analyzing thoroughly the stories of this type in
the daily papers published in his own section of the country. Usually in the
Saturday or Sunday issues he will find typical articles on topics connected
with the city and with the state or states in which the paper circulates.
The advantage of beginning his study of newspaper stories with those
published in papers near his home lies in the fact that he is familiar with
the interests of the readers of these papers and can readily understand
their point of view. By noting the subjects, the point of view, the form,
the style, the length, and the illustrations, he will soon discover what
these papers want, or rather, what the readers
of these papers want. The "Outline for the
Analysis of Special Articles" in Part II will indicate the points to keep in
mind in studying these articles.
In order to get a broader knowledge of the
scope and character of special feature stories, a writer may well extend his
studies to the magazine sections of the leading papers of the country. From
the work of the most experienced and original of the feature writers, which
is generally to be found in these metropolitan papers, the novice will
derive no little inspiration as well as a valuable knowledge of technique.
The methods suggested for analyzing
special feature stories in newspapers are applicable also to the study of
magazine articles. Magazines afford a better opportunity than do newspapers
for an analysis of the different types of articles discussed in Chapter V.
Since magazine articles are usually signed, it is possible to seek out and
study the work of various successful authors in order to determine wherein
lies the effectiveness of their writing. Beginning with the popular weekly
and monthly magazines, a writer may well extend his study to those
periodicals that appeal to particular classes, such as women's magazines,
agricultural journals, and trade publications.
Ideals in Feature Writing. After
thoughtful analysis of special articles in all kinds of newspapers and
magazines, the young writer with a critical sense developed by reading
English literature may come to feel that much of the writing in periodicals
falls far short of the standards of excellence established by the best
authors. Because he finds that the average uncritical reader not only
accepts commonplace work but is apparently attracted by meretricious devices
in writing, he may conclude that high literary standards are not essential
to popular success. The temptation undoubtedly is great both for editors and
writers to supply articles that are no better than the average reader
demands, especially in such ephemeral publications as newspapers and popular
magazines. Nevertheless, the writer who yields to this temptation is sure to
produce only mediocre work. If he is
satisfied to write articles that will be characterized merely as
"acceptable," he will never attain distinction.
The special feature writer owes it both to
himself and to his readers to do the best work of which he is capable. It is
his privilege not only to inform and to entertain the public, but to create
better taste and a keener appreciation of good writing. That readers do not
demand better writing in their newspapers and magazines does not mean that
they are unappreciative of good work. Nor do originality and precision in
style necessarily "go over the heads" of the average person. Whenever
writers and editors give the public something no better than it is willing
to accept, they neglect a great opportunity to aid in the development of
better literary taste, particularly on the part of the public whose reading
is largely confined to newspapers and periodicals.
Because of the commericial value of
satisfying his readers, an editor occasionally assumes that he must give all
of them whatever some of them crave. "We are only giving the public what it
wants," is his excuse for printing fiction and articles that are obviously
demoralizing in their effect. A heterogeneous public inevitably includes a
considerable number of individuals who are attracted by a suggestive
treatment of morbid phases of life. To cater to the low desires of some
readers, on the ground of "giving the public what it wants," will always be
regarded by self-respecting editors and authors as indefensible.
The writer's opportunity to influence the
mental, moral, and æsthetic ideals of hundreds of thousands of readers is
much greater than he often realizes. When he considers the extent to which
most men and women are unconsciously guided in their ideas and aspirations
by what they read in newspapers and magazines, he cannot fail to appreciate
his responsibility. Grasping the full significance of his special feature
writing, he will no longer be content to write just well enough to sell his
product, but will determine to devote his effort to producing articles that
are the best of which he is capable.
Sources of Subjects. "What shall I
write about?" is the first question that inexperienced writers ask their
literary advisers. "If you haven't anything to write about, why write at
all?" might be an easy answer. Most persons, as a matter of fact, have
plenty to write about but do not realize it. Not lack of subjects, but
inability to recognize the possibilities of what lies at hand, is their real
difficulty.
The best method of finding subjects is to
look at every person, every event, every experience—in short, at
everything—with a view to seeing whether or not it has possibilities for a
special feature article. Even in the apparently prosaic round of everyday
life will be found a variety of themes. A circular letter from a business
firm announcing a new policy, a classified advertisement in a newspaper, the
complaint of a scrub-woman, a new variety of fruit in the grocer's window,
an increase in the price of laundry work, a hurried luncheon at a
cafeteria—any of the hundred and one daily experiences may suggest a "live"
topic for an article.
"Every foot of ground is five feet deep
with subjects; all you have to do is to scratch the surface for one,"
declared the editor of a popular magazine who is also a successful writer of
special articles. This statement may be taken as literally true. Within the
narrow confines of one's house and yard, for instance, are many topics. A
year's experience with the family budget, a home-made device, an attempt to
solve the servant problem, a method of making pin-money, a practical means
of economizing in household management, are forms of personal experience
that may be made interesting to newspaper and magazine readers. A garden on
a city lot, a poultry house in a back yard, a novel
form of garage, a new use for a gasoline
engine, a labor-saving device on the farm, may afford equally good topics.
One's own experience, always a rich field, may be supplemented by
experiences of neighbors and friends.
A second source of subjects is the daily
newspaper. Local news will give the writer clues that he can follow up by
visiting the places mentioned, interviewing the persons concerned, and
gathering other relevant material. When news comes from a distance, he can
write to the persons most likely to have the desired information. In neither
case can he be sure, until he has investigated, that an item of news will
prove to contain sufficient available material for an article. Many pieces
of news, however, are worth running down carefully, for the day's events are
rich in possibilities.
Pieces of news as diverse as the following
may suggest excellent subjects for special articles: the death of an
interesting person, the sale of a building that has historic associations,
the meeting of an uncommon group or organization, the approach of the
anniversary of an event, the election or appointment of a person to a
position, an unusual occupation, an odd accident, an auction, a proposed
municipal improvement, the arrival of a well-known person, an official
report, a legal decision, an epidemic, the arrest of a noted criminal, the
passing of an old custom, the publication of the city directory, a railroad
accident, a marked change in fashion in dress.
A third source of both subjects and
material is the report of special studies in some field, the form of the
report ranging from a paper read at a meeting to a treatise in several
volumes. These reports of experiments, surveys, investigations, and other
forms of research, are to be found in printed bulletins, monographs,
proceedings of organizations, scientific periodicals, and new books.
Government publications—federal, state, and local—giving results of
investigative work done by bureaus, commissions, and committees, are public
documents that may usually be had free of charge. Technical and scientific
periodicals and printed proceedings of
important organizations are generally available at public libraries.
As Mr. Waldemar Kaempffert, editor of
Popular Science Monthly, has said:
"If you want to publish something where it
will never be read," a wit has observed, "print it in an official document."
Government reports are filled with valuable information that remains quite
unknown to the average reader unless newspapers and magazines unearth it and
present it in popular form. The popularization of the contents of all kinds
of scientific and technical publications affords great opportunities for the
writer who can present such subjects effectively.
In addressing students of journalism on
"Science and Journalism," Dr. Edwin E. Slosson, literary editor of the
Independent, who was formerly a professor of chemistry, has said:
The most radical ideas of our day are not
apt to be found in the popular newspaper or in queer little
insurrectionary, heretical and propaganda sheets that we occasionally see,
but in the technical journals and proceedings of learned societies. The
real revolutions are hatched in the laboratory and study. The papers read
before the annual meetings of the scientific societies, and for the most
part unnoticed by the press, contain more dynamite than was ever
discovered in any anarchist's shop. Political revolutions merely change
the form of government or the name of the party in power. Scientific
revolutions really turn the world over, and it never settles back into its
former position.
The beauty and meaning of scientific
discoveries can be revealed to the general reader if there is an
intermediary who can understand equally the language of the laboratory and
of the street. The modern journalist knows that anything can be made
interesting to anybody, if he takes pains enough with the writing of it.
It is not necessary, either, to pervert scientific truths in
the process of translation into the
vernacular. The facts are sensational enough without any picturesque
exaggeration.
The field is not an unprofitable one
even in the mercenary sense. To higher motives the task of popularizing
science makes a still stronger appeal. Ignorance is the source of most of
our ills. Ignorant we must always be of much that we need to know, but
there is no excuse for remaining ignorant of what somebody on earth knows
or has known. Rich treasure lies hidden in what President Gilman called
"the bibliothecal cairn" of scientific monographs which piles up about a
university. The journalist might well exchange the muckrake for the pick
and dig it out.
Nothing could accelerate human progress
more than to reduce the time between the discovery of a new truth and its
application to the needs of mankind.... It is regarded as a great
journalistic achievement when the time of transmission of a cablegram is
shortened. But how much more important it is to gain a few years in
learning what the men who are in advance of their age are doing than to
gain a few seconds in learning what the people of Europe are doing? This
lag in intellectual progress ... is something which it is the especial
duty of the journalist to remove. He likes to score a beat of a few hours.
Very well, if he will turn his attention to science, he can often score a
beat of ten years.
The three main sources, therefore, of
subjects and material for special feature and magazine articles are (1)
personal observation and experience, (2) newspapers, (3) scientific and
technical publications and official reports.
Personal Observation. How a writer
may discover subjects for newspaper feature articles in the course of his
daily routine by being alive to the possibilities around him can best be
shown by concrete examples.
A "community sing" in a public park gave a
woman writer a good subject for a special article published in the
Philadelphia North American.
In the publication of a city directory was
found a timely subject for an article on the task of getting out the annual
directory in a large city; the story was printed in a Sunday issue of the
Boston Herald.
A glimpse of some children dressed like
Arctic explorers in an outdoor school in
Kansas City was evidently the origin of a special feature story on that
institution, which was published in the Kansas City Star.
A woman standing guard one evening over a
partially completed school building in Seattle suggested a special feature
in the Seattle Post Intelligencer on the unusual occupation of night
"watchman" for a woman.
While making a purchase in a drug store, a
writer overheard a clerk make a request for a deposit from a woman who
desired to have a prescription filled, an incident which led him to write a
special feature for the New York Times on this method of discouraging
persons from adding to the drug store's "morgue" of unclaimed prescriptions.
From a visit to the Children's Museum in
Brooklyn was developed a feature article for the New York Herald, and
from a story-telling hour at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts was evolved a
feature story for the Boston Herald on the telling of stories as a
means of interesting children in pictures.
Magazine articles also may originate in
the writer's observation of what is going on about him. The specific
instances given below, like those already mentioned, will indicate to the
inexperienced writer where to look for inspiration.
A newspaper reporter who covered the
criminal courts compiled the various methods of burglars and sneak thieves
in gaining entrance to houses and apartments, as he heard them related in
trials, and wrote a helpful article for Good Housekeeping on how to
protect one's house against robbery.
The exhibition of a novel type of rack for
curing seed corn gave a writer a subject for an article on this "corn tree,"
which was published in the Illustrated World.
During a short stop at a farm while on an
automobile trip, a woman writer noticed a concrete storage cellar for
vegetables, and from an interview with the farmer obtained enough material
for an article, which she sold to a farm journal.
While a woman writer was making a purchase
in a plumber's shop, the plumber was called to the telephone. On returning
to his customer, he remarked that the call was from a woman on a farm five
miles from town, who could easily have made the slight repairs herself if
she had known a little about the water-supply system on her farm. From the
material which the writer obtained from the plumber, she wrote an article
for an agricultural paper on how plumber's bills can be avoided.
A display of canned goods in a grocer's
window, with special prices for dozen and case lots, suggested an article,
afterwards published in the Merchants Trade Journal, on this grocer's
method of fighting mail-order competition.
Personal Experience. What we
actually do ourselves, as well as what we see others do, may be turned to
good use in writing articles. Personal experiences not only afford good
subjects and plenty of material but are more easily handled than most other
subjects, because, being very real and vital to the writer, they can the
more readily be made real and vital to the reader. Many inexperienced
writers overlook the possibilities of what they themselves have done and are
doing.
To gain experience and impressions for
their articles, special writers on newspapers even assume temporarily the
roles of persons whose lives and experiences they desire to portray. One
Chicago paper featured every Sunday for many weeks articles by a reporter
who, in order to get material, did a variety of things just for one day,
from playing in a strolling street band to impersonating a convict in the
state penitentiary. Thirty years ago, when women first entered the newspaper
field as special feature writers, they were sometimes sent out on "freak"
assignments for special features, such as feigning injury or insanity in
order to gain entrance to hospitals in the guise of patients. Recently one
woman writer posed as an applicant for a position as moving-picture actress;
another applied for a place as housemaid; a third donned overalls and
sorted scrap-iron all day in the yard of a
factory; and still another accompanied a store detective on his rounds in
order to discover the methods of shop-lifting with which department stores
have to contend.
It is not necessary, however, to go so far
afield to obtain personal experiences, as is shown by the following
newspaper and magazine articles based on what the writers found in the
course of their everyday pursuits.
The results obtained from cultivating a
quarter-acre lot in the residence district of a city of 100,000 population
were told by a writer in the Country Gentleman.
A woman's experience with bees was related
in Good Housekeeping under the title, "What I Did with Bees."
Experience in screening a large porch on
his house furnished a writer with the necessary information for a practical
story in Popular Mechanics.
Some tests that he made on the power of
automobiles gave a young engineer the suggestion for an article on the term
"horse power" as applied to motor-cars; the article was published in the
Illustrated World.
"Building a Business on Confidence" was
the title of a personal experience article published in System.
The evils of tenant farming, as
illustrated by the experiences of a farmer's wife in moving during the very
early spring, were vividly depicted in an article in Farm and Fireside.
The diary of an automobile trip from
Chicago to Buffalo was embodied in an article by a woman writer, which she
sold to the Woman's Home Companion.
Both usual and unusual means employed to
earn their college expenses have served as subjects for many special
articles written by undergraduates and graduates.
Innumerable articles of the
"how-to-do-something" type are accepted every year from inexperienced
writers by publications that print such useful information. Results of
experiments in solving various problems of household management are so
constantly in demand by women's magazines and women's departments in
newspapers, that housewives who like to
write find a ready market for articles based on their own experience.
Confession Articles. One particular
type of personal experience article that enjoys great popularity is the
so-called "confession story." Told in the first person, often anonymously, a
well-written confession article is one of the most effective forms in which
to present facts and experiences.
Personal experiences of others, as well as
the writer's own, may be given in confession form if the writer is able to
secure sufficiently detailed information from some one else to make the
story probable.
A few examples will illustrate the kind of
subjects that have been presented successfully in the confession form.
Some criticisms of a typical college and
of college life were given anonymously in the Outlook under the
title, "The Confessions of an Undergraduate."
"The Story of a Summer Hotel Waitress,"
published in the Independent, and characterized by the editor as "a
frank exposure of real life below stairs in the average summer hotel," told
how a student in a normal school tried to earn her school expenses by
serving as a waitress during the summer vacation.
In Farm and Fireside was published
"The Confession of a Timber Buyer," an article exposing the methods employed
by some unscrupulous lumber companies in buying timber from farmers.
"How I Cured Myself of Being Too
Sensitive," with the sub-title, "The Autobiography of a Young Business Man
Who Nearly Went to Smash through Jealousy," was the subject of a confession
article in the American Magazine.
An exposure of the impositions practiced
by an itinerant quack was made in a series of three confession articles, in
Sunday issues of the Kansas City Star, written by a young man whom
the doctor had employed to drive him through the country districts.
To secure confession features from
readers, magazines have offered prizes for the best short articles on such
topics as, "The Best Thing Experience has
Taught Me," "How I Overcame My Greatest Fault," "The Day of My Great
Temptation," "What Will Power Did for Me."
Subjects from the Day's News. In
his search for subjects a writer will find numberless clues in newspapers.
Since the first information concerning all new things is usually given to
the world through the columns of the daily press, these columns are scanned
carefully by writers in search of suggestions. Any part of the paper, from
the "want ads" to the death notices or the real estate transfers, may be the
starting point of a special article. The diversity of topics suggested by
newspapers is shown by the following examples.
The death of a well-known clown in New
York was followed by a special feature story about him in the Sunday
magazine section of a Chicago paper.
A newspaper report of the discovery in
Wisconsin of a method of eliminating printing ink from pulp made from old
newspapers, so that white print paper might be produced from it, led a young
writer to send for information to the discoverer of the process, and with
these additional details he wrote an article that was published in the
Boston Transcript.
A news story about a clever swindler in
Boston, who obtained possession of negotiable securities by means of a
forged certified check, was made the basis of a special feature story in the
Providence Journal on the precautions to be taken against losses from
forged checks.
News of the energetic manner in which a
New Jersey sheriff handled a strike suggested a personality sketch of him
that appeared in the American Magazine.
The publication, in a newspaper, of some
results of a survey of rural school conditions in a Middle Western state,
led to two articles on why the little red schoolhouse fails, one of which
was published in the Country Gentleman, and the other in the
Independent.
From a brief news item about the success
of a farmer's widow and her daughter, in taking summer boarders in
their old farmhouse, was developed a
practical article telling how to secure and provide for these boarders on
the ordinary farm. The article appeared in Farm and Fireside.
Official Documents. Bulletins and reports
of government officials are a mine for both subjects and material. For new
developments in agriculture one may consult the bulletins of the United
States Department of Agriculture and those of state agricultural experiment
stations. Reports on new and better methods of preparing food, and other
phases of home economics, are also printed in these bulletins. State
industrial commissions publish reports that furnish valuable material on
industrial accidents, working-men's insurance, sanitary conditions in
factories, and the health of workers. Child welfare is treated in reports of
federal, state, and city child-welfare boards. The reports of the Interstate
Commerce Commission, like those of state railroad commissions, contain
interesting material on various phases of transportation. State and federal
census reports often furnish good subjects and material. In short, nearly
every official report of any kind may be a fruitful source of ideas for
special articles.
The few examples given below suggest
various possibilities for the use of these sources.
Investigations made by a commission of
American medical experts constituting the Committee on Resuscitation from
Mine Gases, under the direction of the U.S. Bureau of Mines, supplied a
writer in the Boston Transcript with material for a special feature
story on the dangers involved in the use of the pulmotor.
A practical bulletin, prepared by the home
economics department of a state university, on the best arrangement of a
kitchen to save needless steps, was used for articles in a number of farm
journals.
From a bulletin of the U.S. Department of
Agriculture a writer prepared an article on "the most successful farmer in
the United States" and what he did with twenty acres, for the department of
"Interesting People" in the American Magazine.
The results of a municipal survey of
Springfield, Illinois, as set forth in official reports, were the basis of
an article in the Outlook on "What is a Survey?" Reports of a similar
survey at Lawrence, Kansas, were used for a special feature story in the
Kansas City Star.
"Are You a Good or a Poor Penman?" was the
title of an article in Popular Science Monthly based on a chart
prepared by the Russell Sage Foundation in connection with some of its
educational investigations.
The New York Evening Post published
an interesting special article on the "life tables" that had been prepared
by the division of vital statistics of the Bureau of the Census, to show the
expectation of life at all ages in the six states from which vital
statistics were obtained.
A special feature story on how Panama hats
are woven, as printed in the Ohio State Journal, was based entirely
on a report of the United States consul general at Guayaquil, Ecuador.
Scientific and Technical Publications.
Almost every science and every art has its own special periodicals, from
which can be gleaned a large number of subjects and much valuable material
that needs only to be popularized to be made attractive to the average
reader. The printed proceedings of scientific and technical societies,
including the papers read at their meetings, as well as monographs and
books, are also valuable. How such publications may be utilized is
illustrated by the articles given below.
The report of a special committee of an
association of electrical engineers, given at its convention in
Philadelphia, furnished a writer with material for an article on "Farming by
Electricity," that was published in the Sunday edition of the Springfield
Republican.
Studies of the cause of hunger, made by
Prof. A.J. Carlson of the University of Chicago and published in a volume
entitled "The Control of Hunger in Health and Disease," furnished the
subject for an article in the Illustrated World. Earlier results of
the same investigation were given in the Sunday magazine of one of the
Chicago papers.
From the Journal of Heredity was
gleaned material for an article entitled "What Chance Has the Poor Child?"
It was printed in Every Week.
"Golfer's Foot, One of Our Newest
Diseases," was the subject of a special feature in the New York Times,
that was based on an article in the Medical Record.
That the canals on Mars may be only an
optical illusion was demonstrated in an article in the Sunday magazine of
the New York Times, by means of material obtained from a report of
the section for the Observation of Mars, a division of the British
Astronomical Association.
Anticipating Timely Subjects. By looking
forward for weeks or even months, as editors of Sunday newspapers and of
magazines are constantly doing, a writer can select subjects and gather
material for articles that will be particularly appropriate at a given time.
Holidays, seasonal events, and anniversaries may thus be anticipated, and
special articles may be sent to editors some time in advance of the occasion
that makes them timely. Not infrequently it is desirable to begin collecting
material a year before the intended time of publication.
An article on fire prevention, for
instance, is appropriate for the month of October just before the day set
aside for calling attention to fires caused by carelessness. Months in
advance, a writer might begin collecting news stories of dangerous fires
resulting from carelessness; and from the annual report of the state fire
marshal issued in July, he could secure statistics on the causes of fires
and the extent of the losses.
To secure material for an article on the
Christmas presents that children might make at a cost of twenty-five cents
or less, a woman writer jotted down after one Christmas all the information
that she could get from her friends; and from these notes she wrote the
article early in the following summer. It was published in the November
number of a magazine, at a time when children were beginning to think about
making Christmas presents.
Articles on ways and means of earning
college expenses are particularly
appropriate for publication in the summer or early fall, when young men and
women are preparing to go to college, but if in such an article a student
writer intends to describe experiences other than his own, he may well begin
gathering material from his fellow students some months before.
Anniversaries of various events, such as
important discoveries and inventions, the death or birth of a personage, and
significant historical occasions, may also be anticipated. The fiftieth
anniversary of the arrival of the first railroad train in Kansas City was
commemorated in a special feature story in the Kansas City Star,
published the day before the anniversary. The day following the fifty-sixth
anniversary of the discovery of petroleum in Pennsylvania, the New York
Times printed in its Sunday magazine section a special article on the
man who first found oil there. The centenary of the launching of the first
steam-propelled ship to cross the Atlantic, was commemorated by an article
in the Sunday edition of the Providence Journal. Munsey's Magazine
printed an article on the semi-centennial of the discovery of the process of
making paper from wood pulp.
By looking over tables giving dates of
significant events, writers will find what anniversaries are approaching; or
they may glean such information from news stories describing preparations
made for celebrating these anniversaries.
Keeping Lists of Subjects. Every
writer who is on the lookout for subjects and sources of material should
keep a notebook constantly at hand. Subjects suggested by everyday
experiences, by newspaper and magazine reading, and by a careful study of
special articles in all kinds of publications, are likely to be forgotten
unless they are recorded at once. A small notebook that can be carried in
the pocket or in a woman's hand-bag is most convenient. Besides topics for
articles, the titles of books, reports, bulletins, and other publications
mentioned in conversation or in newspapers, should be jotted down as
possible sources of material. Facts and
figures from publications may be copied for future use. Good titles and
interesting methods of treatment that a writer observes in the work of
others may prove helpful in suggesting titles and methods for his own
articles. Separate sections of even a small notebook may conveniently be set
aside for all of these various points.
Filing Material. The writer who
makes methodical preparation for his work generally has some system of
filing good material so that it will be at hand when he wants it. One
excellent filing device that is both inexpensive and capable of indefinite
expansion consists of a number of stout manilla envelopes, large enough to
hold newspaper clippings, printed reports, magazine articles, and
photographs. In each envelope is kept the material pertaining to one subject
in which the writer is interested, the character of the subject-matter being
indicated on one side of the envelope, so that, as the envelopes stand on
end, their contents can readily be determined. If a writer has many of these
envelopes, a one-drawer filing case will serve to keep them in good order.
By constantly gathering material from newspapers, magazines, and printed
reports, he will soon find that he has collected a considerable amount of
information on which to base his articles.
Analyzing the Subject. When from
many available subjects a writer is about to choose one, he should pause to
consider its possibilities before beginning to write. It is not enough to
say, "This is a good subject; I believe that I can write an article on it."
He needs to look at the topic from every angle. He ought to ask himself,
"How widespread is the interest in my subject? How much will it appeal to
the average individual? What phases of it are likely to have the greatest
interest for the greatest number of persons?" To answer these questions he
must review the basic sources of pleasure and satisfaction.
What Interests Readers. To interest
readers is obviously the prime object in all popular writing. The basis of
interest in the news story, the special feature article, and the short story
is essentially the same. Whatever the average person likes to hear and see,
whatever gives him pleasure and satisfaction, is what he wants to read
about. In order to test all phases of a given subject from this point of
view, a writer needs to keep in mind the fundamental sources of
satisfaction.
Subjects and phases of subjects that
attract readers may, for convenience, be divided into the following classes,
which, however, are not mutually exclusive: (1) timely topics, (2) unique,
novel, and extraordinary persons, things, and events, (3) mysteries, (4)
romance, (5) adventure, (6) contests for supremacy, (7) children, (8)
animals, (9) hobbies and amusements, (10) familiar persons, places, and
objects, (11) prominent persons, places, and objects, (12) matters involving
the life, property, and welfare of others, (13) matters that affect the
reader's own success and well-being.
Timeliness. Though not absolutely
essential, timeliness is a valuable
attribute of any subject. Readers like to feel that they are getting the
latest facts and the newest ideas, in special feature articles as well as in
the news. A subject need not be discarded, however, because it does not make
a timely appeal. It may have interest in other respects sufficiently great
to compensate for its lack of timeliness.
Many topics that at first glance seem
quite unrelated to current activities are found on closer examination to
have some aspects that may be brought into connection with timely interests.
To a writer keenly alive to everything that is going on in the world, most
subjects will be found to have some bearing on what is uppermost in men's
minds. Emphasis on that point of contact with current ideas will give to the
article the desired timeliness.
Novelty. When a person, object, or
circumstance is unique, it arouses an unusual degree of interest. The first
person to accomplish something out of the ordinary, the first event of its
kind, the first of anything, arrests attention.
Closely associated with the unique is the
extraordinary, the curious. If not absolutely the only one of its kind, a
thing may still be sufficiently unusual to excite an uncommon degree of
interest. Novelty has a perennial charm. Careful study of a subject is often
necessary to reveal the novel and extraordinary phase of it that can best be
emphasized.
Mysteries. The fascination for the
human mind of whatever baffles it is so well known that it scarcely needs
elaboration. Mysteries, whether real or fictitious, pique curiosity. Even
the scholar and the practical man of affairs find relaxation in the mystery
of the detective story. Real life often furnishes events sufficiently
mysterious to make a special feature story that rivals fiction. Unexplained
crimes and accidents; strange psychical phenomena, such as ghosts,
presentiments, spiritism, and telepathy; baffling problems of the scientist
and the inventor—all have elements of mystery that fascinate the average
reader.
Romance. The romance of real life
is quite as interesting as that of fiction. As all the world loves a lover,
almost all the world loves a love story. The course of true love may run
smooth or it may not; in either case there is the romantic appeal. To find
the romantic element in a topic is to discover a perennial source of
attraction for all classes of readers.
Adventure. Few in number are the
persons who will not gladly escape from humdrum routine by losing themselves
in an exciting tale of adventure. The thrilling exploits in real life of the
engineer, the explorer, the soldier of fortune, the pioneer in any field,
hold us spellbound. Even more commonplace experiences are not without an
element of the adventurous, for life itself is a great adventure. Many
special feature stories in narrative form have much the same interest that
is created by the fictitious tale of adventure.
Contests for Supremacy. Man has
never lost his primitive love of a good fight. Civilization may change the
form of the contest, but fighting to win, whether in love or politics,
business or sport, still has a strong hold on all of us. Strikes, attempted
monopolies, political revolutions, elections, championship games, diplomacy,
poverty, are but a few of the struggles that give zest to life. To portray
dramatically in a special article the clash and conflict in everyday affairs
is to make a well-nigh universal appeal.
Children. Because we live in and
for our children, everything that concerns them comes close to our hearts. A
child in a photo-drama or in a news story is sure to win sympathy and
admiration. The special feature writer cannot afford to neglect so vital a
source of interest. Practical articles on the care and the education of
children also have especial value for women readers.
Animals. Wild or tame, at large or
in captivity, animals attract us either for their almost human intelligence
or for their distinctively animal traits. There are few persons who do not
like horses, dogs, cats, and other pets, and fewer still who can pass by the
animal cages at the circus or the "zoo."
Hunting, trapping, and fishing are vocations for some men, and sport for
many more. The business of breeding horses and cattle, and the care of live
stock and poultry on the farm, must not be overlooked in the search for
subjects. The technical aspects of these topics will interest readers of
farm journals; the more popular phases of them make a wide general appeal.
Hobbies and Amusements. Pastimes
and avocations may be counted good subjects. Moving pictures, theaters,
music, baseball, golf, automobiles, amateur photography, and a host of
hobbies and recreations have enough enthusiastic devotees to insure wide
reading for special feature stories about them.
The Familiar. Persons whom we know,
places that we constantly see, experiences that we have had again and again,
often seem commonplace enough, even when familiarity has not bred contempt;
but when they appear unexpectedly on the stage or in print, we greet them
with the cordiality bestowed on the proverbial long-lost friend. Local news
interests readers because it concerns people and places immediately around
them. Every newspaper man understands the desirability of increasing the
attractiveness of a news event that happens elsewhere by rinding "local
ends," or by giving it "a local turn." For special feature stories in
newspapers, local phases are no less important. But whether the article is
to be published in a newspaper or a magazine, familiar persons and things
should be "played up" prominently.
The Prominent. Many persons,
places, and objects that we have never seen are frequently as real to us as
are those that we see daily. This is because their names and their pictures
have greeted us again and again in print. It is thus that prominent men and
women become familiar to us. Because of their importance we like to read
about them. If a special feature article in any of its phases concerns what
is prominent, greater attractiveness can be given to it by "playing up" this
point, be it the President of the United States or a well-known circus
clown, Fifth Avenue or the Bowery, the
Capitol at Washington or Coney Island, the Twentieth Century Limited or a
Ford.
Life and Welfare of Others.
Sympathy with our fellow beings and an instinctive recognition of our common
humanity are inherent in most men and women. Nowhere is this more strikingly
shown than in the quick and generous response that comes in answer to every
call for aid for those in distress. So, too, we like to know how others feel
and think. We like to get behind the veil with which every one attempts to
conceal his innermost thoughts and feelings. Our interest in the lives and
the welfare of others finds expression in various ways, ranging from social
service and self-sacrificing devotion to gossip and secret confidences.
These extremes and all that lies between them abound in that "human
interest" upon which all editors insist.
This widespread interest in others affords
to the writer of special articles one of his greatest opportunities, not
only for preparing interesting stories, but for arousing readers to support
many a good cause. To create sympathy for the unfortunate, to encourage
active social service, to point the way to political reform, to show the
advantages of better industrial conditions, to explain better business
methods—all these are but a few of the helpful, constructive appeals that he
may make effectively.
He may create this interest and stir his
readers to action by either one of two methods: by exposing existing evils,
or by showing what has been done to improve bad conditions. The exposure of
evils in politics, business, and society constituted the "muck-raking" to
which several of the popular monthly magazines owe their rise. This
crusading, "searchlight" type of journalism has been largely superseded by
the constructive, "sunlight" type. To explain how reforms have been
accomplished, or are being brought about, is construed by the best of the
present-day journals to be their special mission.
Personal Success and Happiness.
Every one is vitally concerned about his own prosperity and happiness. To
make a success of life, no matter by what
criterion we may measure that success, is our one all-powerful motive.
Happiness, as the goal that we hope to reach by our success, and health, as
a prime requisite for its attainment, are also of great importance to every
one of us. How to make or save more money, how to do our work more easily,
how to maintain our physical well-being, how to improve ourselves mentally
and morally, how to enjoy life more fully—that is what we all want to know.
To the writer who will show us how to be "healthy, wealthy, and wise," we
will give our undivided attention.
Business and professional interests
naturally occupy the larger part of men's thoughts, while home-making is the
chief work of most women. Although women are entering many fields hitherto
monopolized by men, the home remains woman's peculiar sphere. The purchase
and preparation of food, the buying and making of clothing, the management
of servants, the care of children—these are the vital concerns of most
women. They realize, however, that conditions outside the home have a direct
bearing on home-making; and each year they are taking a more active part in
civic affairs. Matters of public health, pure food legislation, the milk and
the water supply, the garbage collection, the character of places of
amusement, the public schools, determine, in no small degree, the success
and happiness of the home-maker.
Since the dominant interests of men and
women alike are their business and their home, the special writer should
undertake to connect his subject as closely as possible with these
interests. To show, for example, how the tariff, taxes, public utility
rates, price-fixing, legislation, and similar matters affect the business
and home affairs of the average reader, is to give to these political and
economic problems an interest for both men and women far in excess of that
resulting from a more general treatment of them. The surest way to get the
reader's attention is to bring the subject home to him personally.
Of the importance of presenting a subject
in such a manner that the reader is led
to see its application to himself and his own affairs, Mr. John M. Siddall,
editor of the American Magazine, has said:
Combining Appeals. When the
analysis of a topic shows that it possesses more than one of these appeals,
the writer may heighten the attractiveness of his story by developing
several of the possibilities, simultaneously or successively. The chance
discovery by a prominent physician of a simple preventive of infantile
paralysis, for instance, would combine at least four of the elements of
interest enumerated above. If such a combination of appeals can be made at
the very beginning of the article, it is sure to command attention.
Definiteness of Purpose. In view of
the multiplicity of possible appeals, a writer may be misled into
undertaking to do too many diverse things in a single article. A subject
often has so many different aspects of great interest that it is difficult
to resist the temptation to use all of them. If a writer yields to this
temptation, the result may be a diffuse, aimless article that, however
interesting in many details, fails to make a definite impression.
To avoid this danger, the writer must
decide just what his purpose is to be. He must ask himself, "What is my aim
in writing this article?" and, "What do I expect to accomplish?" Only in
this way will he clarify in his mind his reason for writing on the proposed
topic and the object to be attained.
With a definitely formulated aim before
him, he can decide just what material he needs. An objective point to be
reached will give his article direction and will help him to stick to his
subject. Furthermore, by getting his aim clearly in mind, he will have the
means of determining, when the story is completed, whether or not he has
accomplished what he set out to do.
In selecting material, in developing the
article, and in testing the completed product, therefore, it is important to
have a definitely formulated purpose.
Three General Aims. Every special
article should accomplish one of three general aims: it should (1)
entertain, or (2) inform, or (3) give practical guidance.
The same subject and the same material may
sometimes be so treated as to accomplish any one of these three purposes. If
the writer's aim is merely to help readers pass a leisure hour pleasantly,
he will "play up" those aspects of a topic that will afford entertainment
and little or nothing else. If he desires to supply information that will
add to the reader's stock of knowledge, he will present his facts in a
manner calculated to make his readers remember what he has told them. If he
proposes to give information that can be applied by readers to their own
activities, he must include those details that are necessary to any one who
desires to make practical use of the information.
When, for example, a writer is about to
prepare an article, based on experience, about keeping bees on a small
suburban place, he will find that he may write his story in any one of three
ways. The difficulties experienced by the amateur bee-keeper in trying to
handle bees in a small garden could be treated humorously with no other
purpose ihan to amuse. Or the keeping of bees under such
circumstances might be described as an
interesting example of enterprise on the part of a city man living in the
suburbs. Or, in order to show other men and women similarly situated just
how to keep bees, the writer might explain exactly what any person would
need to know to attain success in such a venture. Just as the purpose of
these articles would vary, so the material and the point of view would
differ.
Entertaining Articles. To furnish
wholesome entertainment is a perfectly legitimate end in special feature
writing. There is no reason why the humor, the pathos, the romance, the
adventure, and mystery in life should not be presented in special feature
stories for our entertainment and amusement, just as they are presented for
the same purpose in the short story, the drama, and the photo-play. Many
readers find special feature stories with real persons, real places, and
real circumstances, more entertaining than fiction. A writer with the
ability to see the comedies and the tragedies in the events constantly
happening about him, or frequently reported in the press, will never lack
for subjects and material.
Wholesome Entertainment. The effect
of entertaining stories on the ideas and ideals of readers ought not to be
overlooked. According to the best journalistic standards, nothing should be
printed that will exert a demoralizing or unwholesome influence.
Constructive journalism goes a step further when it insists that everything
shall tend to be helpful and constructive. This practice applies alike to
news stories and to special articles.
These standards do not necessarily exclude
news and special feature stories that deal with crime, scandal, and similar
topics; but they do demand that the treatment of such subjects shall not be
suggestive or offensive. To portray violators of the criminal or moral codes
as heroes worthy of emulation; to gratify some readers' taste for the
morbid; to satisfy other readers by exploiting sex—all are alike foreign to
the purpose of respectable journalism. No self-respecting writer will lend
the aid of his pen to such work, and no
self-respecting editor will publish it.
To deter persons from committing similar
crimes and follies should be the only purpose in writing on such topics. The
thoughtful writer, therefore, must guard against the temptation to surround
wrong-doers with the glamour of heroic or romantic adventure, and, by
sentimental treatment, to create sympathy for the undeserving culprit.
Violations of law and of the conventions of society ought to be shown to be
wrong, even when the wrong-doer is deserving of some sympathy. This need not
be done by moralizing and editorializing. A much better way is to emphasize,
as the results of wrong-doing, not only legal punishment and social
ostracism, but the pangs of a guilty conscience, and the disgrace to the
culprit and his family.
A cynical or flippant treatment of serious
subjects gives many readers a false and distorted view of life. Humor does
not depend on ridicule or satire. The fads and foibles of humanity can be
good-naturedly exposed in humorous articles that have no sting. Although
many topics may very properly be treated lightly, others demand a serious,
dignified style.
The men and women whom a writer puts into
his articles are not puppets, but real persons, with feelings not unlike his
own. To drag them and their personal affairs from the privacy to which they
are entitled, and to give them undesired and needless publicity, for the
sake of affording entertainment to others, often subjects them to great
humiliation and suffering. The fact that a man, woman, or child has figured
in the day's news does not necessarily mean that a writer is entitled to
exploit such a person's private affairs. He must discriminate between what
the public is entitled to know and what an individual has a right to keep
private. Innocent wives, sweethearts, or children are not necessarily
legitimate material for his article because their husband, lover, or father
has appeared in the news. The golden rule is the best guide for a
writer in such cases. Lack of consideration
for the rights of others is the mark neither of a good writer nor of a true
gentleman. Clean, wholesome special feature stories that present interesting
phases of life accurately, and that show due consideration for the rights of
the persons portrayed, are quite as entertaining as are any others.
Informative Articles. Since many
persons confine their reading largely to newspapers and magazines, they
derive most of their information and ideas from these sources. Even persons
who read new books rely to some extent on special articles for the latest
information about current topics. Although most readers look to periodicals
primarily for new, timely facts, they are also interested to find there
biographical and historical material that is not directly connected with
current events. Every special feature writer has a great opportunity to
furnish a large circle of readers with interesting and significant
information.
In analyzing subjects it is necessary to
discriminate between significant and trivial facts. Some topics when studied
will be found to contain little of real consequence, even though a readable
article might be developed from the material. Other themes will reveal
aspects that are both trivial and significant. When a writer undertakes to
choose between the two, he should ask himself, "Are the facts worth
remembering?" and, "Will they furnish food for thought?" In clarifying his
purpose by such tests, he will decide not only what kind of information he
desires to impart, but what material he must select, and from what point of
view he should present it.
Articles of Practical Guidance. The
third general purpose that a writer may have is to give his readers
sufficiently explicit information to enable them to do for themselves what
has been done by others. Because all persons want to know how to be more
successful, they read these "how-to-do-something" articles with avidity. All
of us welcome practical suggestions, tactfully given, that can be applied to
our own activities. Whatever any one has done successfully may be so
presented that others can learn how to do
it with equal success. Special feature articles furnish the best means of
giving this practical guidance.
In preparing a "how-to-do-something"
article, a writer needs to consider the class of readers for which it is
intended. A special feature story, for example, on how to reduce the cost of
milk might be presented from any one of three points of view: that of the
producer, that of the distributor, or that of the consumer. To be practical
for dairy farmers, as producers of milk, the article would have to point out
possible economies in keeping cows and handling milk on the farm. To be
helpful to milk-dealers, as distributors, it would concern itself with
methods of lowering the cost of selling and delivering milk in the city. To
assist housewives, as consumers, the article would have to show how to
economize in using milk in the home. An informative article for the general
reader might take up all these phases of the subject, but an article
intended to give practical guidance should consider the needs of only one of
these three classes of persons.
In many constructive articles of practical
guidance, the writer's purpose is so successfully concealed that it may at
first escape the notice of the average reader. By relating in detail, for
example, how an actual enterprise was carried out, a writer may be able to
give his readers, without their realizing it, all the information they need
to accomplish a similar undertaking. When he analyzes such articles, the
student should not be misled into thinking that the writer did not have the
definite purpose of imparting practical information. If the same material
can be developed into an article of interesting information or into one of
practical guidance, it is desirable to do the latter and, if necessary, to
disguise the purpose.
Statement of Purpose. In order to
define his purpose clearly and to keep it constantly before him, a writer
will do well to put down on paper his exact aim in a single sentence. If,
for example, he desired to write a constructive article about an
Americanization pageant held in his home city on the Fourth of July, he
might write out the statement of his aim
thus: "I desire to show how the Americanization of aliens may be encouraged
in small industrial centers of from 3000 to 20,000 inhabitants, by
describing how the last Fourth of July Americanization pageant was organized
and carried out in a typical Pennsylvania industrial town of 5000."
Such a statement will assist a writer in
selecting his material, in sticking to his subject, and in keeping to one
point of view. Without this clearly formulated aim before him, it is easy
for him to dwell too long on some phase of the subject in which he is
particularly interested or on which he has the most material, to the neglect
of other phases that are essential to the accomplishment of his purpose. Or,
failing to get his aim clearly in mind, he may jump from one aspect of the
subject to another, without accomplishing anything in particular. Many a
newspaper and magazine article leaves a confused, hazy impression on the
minds of readers because the writer failed to have a definite objective.
Methods of Treatment. After
choosing a subject and formulating his purpose, a writer is ready to
consider methods of treatment. Again it is desirable to survey all the
possibilities in order to choose the one method best adapted to his subject
and his purpose. His chief consideration should be the class of readers that
he desires to reach. Some topics, he will find, may be treated with about
equal success in any one of several ways, while others lend themselves to
only one or two forms of presentation. By thinking through the various
possible ways of working out his subject, he will be able to decide which
meets his needs most satisfactorily.
Exposition by Narration and Description.
The commonest method of developing a special feature article is that which
combines narration and description with exposition. The reason for this
combination is not far to seek. The average person is not attracted by pure
exposition. He is attracted by fiction. Hence the narrative and descriptive
devices of fiction are employed advantageously to supplement expository
methods. Narratives and descriptions also have the advantage of being
concrete and vivid. The rapid reader can grasp a concrete story or a word
picture. He cannot so readily comprehend a more general explanation
unaccompanied by specific examples and graphic pictures of persons, places,
and objects.
Narration and description are used
effectively for the concrete examples and the specific instances by which we
illustrate general ideas. The best way, for example, to make clear the
operation of a state system of health insurance is to relate how it has
operated in the case of one or more persons affected. In explaining a new
piece of machinery the writer may well describe it in operation, to
enable readers to visualize it and follow its
motions. Since the reader's interest will be roused the more quickly if he
is given tangible, concrete details that he can grasp, the examples are
usually put first, to be followed by the more general explanation. Sometimes
several examples are given before the explanatory matter is offered. Whole
articles are often made up of specific examples and generalizations
presented alternately.
To explain the effects of a new anæsthetic,
for example, Mr. Burton J. Hendrick in an article in McClure's Magazine,
pictured the scene in the operating-room of a hospital where it was being
given to a patient, showed just how it was administered, and presented the
results as a spectator saw them. The beginning of the article on stovaine,
the new anæsthetic, illustrating this method of exposition, follows:
A few months ago, a small six-year-old boy
was wheeled into the operating theater at the Hospital for Ruptured and
Crippled Children, in New York City. He was one of the several thousand
children of the tenements who annually find their way into this great
philanthropic institution, suffering from what, to the lay mind, seems a
hopelessly incurable injury or malformation. This particular patient had a
crippled and paralyzed leg, and to restore its usefulness, it was
necessary to cut deeply into the heel, stretch the "Achilles tendon," and
make other changes which, without the usual anesthetic, would involve
excruciating suffering. According to the attendant nurses, the child
belonged to the "noisy" class; that is, he was extremely sensitive to
pain, screamed at the approach of the surgeon, and could be examined only
when forcibly held down.As the child
came into the operating-room he presented an extremely pathetic
figure—small, naked, thin, with a closely cropped head of black hair, and
a face pinched and blanched with fear. Surrounded by a fair-sized army of
big, muscular surgeons and white-clothed nurses, and a gallery filled with
a hundred or more of the leading medical men of the metropolis, he
certainly seemed a helpless speck of humanity with all the unknown forces
of science and modern life arrayed against him. Under ordinary conditions
he would have been etherized in an adjoining chamber and brought into the
operating-room entirely unconscious. This
cripple, however, had been selected as a
favorable subject for an interesting experiment in modern surgery, for he
was to undergo an extremely torturous operation in a state of full
consciousness.
Among the assembled surgeons was a
large-framed, black moustached and black-haired, quick-moving, gypsy-like
Rumanian—Professor Thomas Jonnesco, dean of the Medical Department of the
University of Bucharest, and one of the leading men of his profession in
Europe. Dr. Jonnesco, who had landed in New York only two days before, had
come to the United States with a definite scientific purpose. This was to
show American surgeons that the most difficult operations could be
performed without pain, without loss of consciousness, and without the use
of the familiar anesthetics, ether or chloroform. Dr. Jonnesco's
reputation in itself assured him the fullest opportunity of demonstrating
his method in New York, and this six-year-old boy had been selected as an
excellent test subject.
Under the gentle assurances of the
nurses that "no one was going to hurt" him, the boy assumed a sitting
posture on the operating-table, with his feet dangling over the edge.
Then, at the request of Dr. Jonnesco, he bent his head forward until it
almost touched his breast. This threw the child's back into the desired
position—that of the typical bicycle "scorcher,"—making each particular
vertebra stand out sharply under the tight drawn skin. Dr. Jonnesco
quickly ran his finger along the protuberances, and finally selected the
space between the twelfth dorsal and the first lumbar vertebræ—in other
words, the space just above the small of the back. He then took an
ordinary hypodermic needle, and slowly pushed it through the skin and
tissues until it entered the small opening between the lower and upper
vertebræ, not stopping until it reached the open space just this side of
the spinal cord.
As the needle pierced the flesh, the
little patient gave a sharp cry—the only sign of discomfiture displayed
during the entire operation. When the hollow needle reached its
destination, a few drops of a colorless liquid spurted out—the famous
cerebro-spinal fluid, the substance which, like a water-jacket, envelops
the brain and the spinal cord. Into this same place Dr. Jonnesco now
introduced an ordinary surgical syringe, which he had previously filled
with a pale yellowish liquid—the much-famed stovaine,—and slowly emptied
its contents into the region that immediately surrounds the spinal cord.
For a few minutes the child retained his
sitting posture as if nothing
extraordinary had happened. Dr. Jonnesco patted him on the back and said a
few pleasant words in French, while the nurses and assistants chatted
amiably in English.
"How do you feel now?" the attending
surgeon asked, after the lapse of three or four minutes.
"All right," replied the boy animatedly,
"'cept that my legs feel like they was going to sleep."
The nurses now laid the patient down
upon his back, throwing a handkerchief over his eyes, so that he could not
himself witness the subsequent proceedings. There was, naturally, much
holding of breath as Dr. Virgil P. Gibney, the operating surgeon, raised
his knife and quickly made a deep incision in the heel of this perfectly
conscious patient. From the child, however, there was not the slightest
evidence of sensation.
"Didn't you feel anything, my boy?"
asked Dr. Gibney, pausing.
"No, I don't feel nothin'," came the
response from under the handkerchief.
An operation lasting nearly half an hour
ensued. The deepest tissues were cut, the tendons were stretched, the
incision was sewed up, all apparently without the patient's knowledge.
Some types of articles, although
expository in purpose, are entirely narrative and descriptive in form. By
relating his own experiences in a confession story, for example, a writer
may be able to show very clearly and interestingly the dangers of
speculations in stocks with but small capital. Personality sketches are
almost always narrative and descriptive.
Many of the devices of the short story
will be found useful in articles. Not only is truth stranger than fiction,
but facts may be so presented as to be even more interesting than fiction.
Conversation, character-drawing, suspense, and other methods familiar to the
writer of short stories may be used effectively in special articles. Their
application to particular types of articles is shown in the following pages.
Special Types of Articles. Although
there is no generally recognized classification of special feature articles,
several distinct types may be noted, such as (1) the interview,
(2) the personal experience story, (3) the
confession article, (4) the "how-to-do-something" article, (5) the
personality sketch, (6) the narrative in the third person. These classes, it
is evident, are not mutually exclusive, but may for convenience be treated
separately.
The Interview. Since the material
for many articles is obtained by means of an interview, it is often
convenient to put the major part, if not the whole, of the story in
interview form. Such an article may consist entirely of direct quotation
with a limited amount of explanatory material concerning the person
interviewed; or it may be made up partly of direct quotation and partly of
indirect quotation, combined with the necessary explanation. For greater
variety it is advisable to alternate direct and indirect quotations. A
description of the person interviewed and of his surroundings, by way of
introduction, gives the reader a distinct impression of the individual under
characteristic conditions. Or some striking utterance of his may be "played
up" at the beginning, to be followed by a picture of him and his
surroundings. Interviews on the same topic with two or more persons may be
combined in a single article.
The interview has several obvious
advantages. First, the spoken word, quoted verbatim, gives life to
the story. The person interviewed seems to be talking to each reader
individually. The description of him in his surroundings helps the reader to
see him as he talks. Second, events, explanations, and opinions given in the
words of one who speaks with authority, have greater weight than do the
assertions of an unknown writer. Third, the interview is equally effective
whether the writer's purpose is to inform, to entertain, or to furnish
practical guidance. Romance and adventure, humor and pathos, may well be
handled in interview form. Discoveries, inventions, new processes, unusual
methods, new projects, and marked success of any kind may be explained to
advantage in the words of those responsible for these undertakings.
In obtaining material for an interview
story, a writer should bear in mind a number of points regarding
interviewing in general. First, in
advance of meeting the person to be interviewed, he should plan the series
of questions by which he hopes to elicit the desired information. "What
would my readers ask this person if they had a chance to talk to him about
this subject?" he must ask himself. That is, his questions should be those
that readers would like to have answered. Since it is the answers, however,
and not the questions, that will interest readers, the questions in the
completed article should be subordinated as much as possible. Sometimes they
may be skillfully embodied in the replies; again they may be implied merely,
or entirely omitted. In studying an interview article, one can generally
infer what questions the interviewer used. Second, he must cultivate his
memory so that he can recall a person's exact words without taking notes.
Most men talk more freely and easily when they are not reminded of the fact
that what they are saying is to be printed. In interviewing, therefore, it
is desirable to keep pencil and paper out of sight. Third, immediately after
leaving the person whom he has interviewed, the writer should jot down
facts, figures, striking statements, and anything else that he might forget.
Examples of the Interview Article.
As a timely special feature story for Arbor Day, a Washington correspondent
used the following interview with an expert as a means of giving readers
practical advice on tree-planting:
ARBOR DAY ADVICE
WASHINGTON, April 1.—Three spadefuls of
rich, pulverized earth will do more to make a young tree grow than a
30-minute Arbor day address by the president of the school board and a
patriotic anthem by the senior class, according to Dr. Furman L. Mulford,
tree expert for the department of agriculture.
Not that Dr. Mulford would abbreviate
the ceremonies attendant upon Arbor day planting, but he thinks that they
do not mean much unless the roots planted receive proper and constant
care. For what the Fourth of July is to the war and navy departments, and
what Labor day is to the department of labor, Arbor day is to the
department of agriculture.
While the forestry bureau has concerned
itself primarily with trees from the standpoint of the timber supply, Dr.
Mulford has been making a study of trees best adapted for streets and
cities generally. And nobody is more interested than he in what Arbor day
signifies or how trees should be chosen and reared.
"We need trees most where our population
is the thickest, and some trees, like some people, are not adapted to such
a life," said Dr. Mulford. "For street or school yard planting one of the
first considerations is a hardy tree, that can find nourishment under
brick pavements or granite sidewalks. It must be one that branches high
from the ground and ought to be native to the country and climate. America
has the prettiest native trees and shrubs in the world and it is true
patriotism to recognize them.
"For Southern states one of the
prettiest and best of shade trees is the laurel oak, and there will be
thousands of them planted this spring. It is almost an evergreen and is a
quick growing tree. The willow oak is another.
"A little farther north the red oak is
one of the most desirable, and in many places the swamp maple grows well,
though this latter tree does not thrive well in crowded cities.
"Nothing, however, is prettier than the
American elm when it reaches the majesty of its maturity and I do not
believe it will ever cease to be a favorite. One thing against it, though,
is the 'elm beetle,' a pest which is spreading and which will kill some of
our most beautiful trees unless spraying is consistently practised. China
berry trees, abundant in the South, and box elders, native to a score of
states, are quick growing, but they reach maturity too soon and begin to
go to pieces."
"What is the reason that so many Arbor
day trees die?" Dr. Mulford was asked.
"Usually lack of protection, and often
lack of care in planting," was the answer. "When the new tree begins to
put out tender rootlets a child brushing against it or 'inspecting' it too
closely will break them off and it dies. Or stock will nip off the new
leaves and shoots and the result is the same. A frame around the tree
would prevent this.
"Then, often wild trees are too big when
transplanted. Such trees have usually only a few long roots and so much of
these are lost in transplanting that the large trunk cannot be nourished
by the remainder. With nursery trees the larger they are the better it is,
for they have a lot of small roots that do not have to be cut off.
"Fruit
trees are seldom so successful as shade trees, either along a street or
road or in a yard. In the first place their branches are too low and
unless carefully pruned their shape is irregular. Then they are subject to
so many pests that unless constant care is given them they will not bear a
hatful of fruit a season.
"On the other hand, nut trees are
usually hardy and add much to the landscape. Pecan, chestnut, walnut and
shaggy bark hickory are some of the more popular varieties."
The first Arbor day was observed in
Nebraska, which has fewer natural trees than any other state. This was in
1872, and Kansas was the second to observe the day, falling into line in
1875. Incidentally Kansas ranks next to Nebraska in dearth of trees.
The Arbor day idea originated with J.
Sterling Morton, a Nebraskan who was appointed secretary of agriculture by
Cleveland. Now every state in the Union recognizes the day and New York,
Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Minnesota, Iowa, Illinois, Wisconsin and others
have gotten out extensive Arbor day booklets giving information concerning
trees and birds; most of them even contain appropriate songs and poems for
Arbor day programs.
How an interview combined with a
description of a person may serve to create sympathy for her and for the
cause that she represents is shown in the following article, which was
published anonymously in the Sunday magazine section of the Ohio State
Journal. It was illustrated with two half-tone portraits, one of the
young woman in Indian costume, the other showing her in street dress.
Just Like Pocahontas of 300 Years Ago
"Oh, East is East and West is West, And
never the two shall meet."
BUT they may send messengers. Hark to
the words of "One-who-does-things-well."
"I carry a message from my people to the
Government at Washington," says Princess Galilolie, youngest daughter of
John Ross, hereditary King of the "Forest Indians," the Cherokees of
Oklahoma. "We have been a nation without hope. The land that was promised
us by solemn treaty, 'so long as the grass should grow and the waters
run,' has been taken from us. It was
barren and wild when we received it seventy years ago. Now it is rich with
oil and cultivation, and the whites coveted our possessions. Since it was
thrown open to settlers no Cherokee holds sovereign rights as before, when
it was his nation. We are outnumbered. I have come as a voice from my
people to speak to the people of the Eastern States and to those at
Washington—most of all, if I am permitted to do so, to lay our wrongs
before the President's wife, in whose veins glows the blood of the
Indian."
Only nineteen is this Indian
princess—this twentieth century Pocahontas—who travels far to the seats of
the mighty for her race.
She is a tall, slim, stately girl from
the foothills of the Ozarks, from Tahlequah, former capital of the
Cherokee Nation. She says she is proud of every drop of Indian blood that
flows in her veins. But her skin is fair as old ivory and she is a college
girl—a girl of the times to her finger-tips.
"When an Indian goes through college and
returns to his or her people," she says with a smile, "they say, 'Back to
the blanket!' We have few blankets among the Cherokees in Tahlequah. I am
the youngest of nine children, and we are all of us college graduates, as
my father was before us."
He is John Ross 3d, Chief of the
Cherokee Nation, of mingled Scotch and Indian blood, in descent from "Cooweeskowee,"
John Ross I., the rugged old Indian King who held out against Andrew
Jackson back in 1838 for the ancient rights of the Five Nations to their
lands along the Southern Atlantic States.
She sat back on the broad window seat in
the sunlight. Beyond the window lay a bird's-eye view of New York
housetops, the white man's permanent tepee. Some spring birds alighted on
a nearby telephone wire, sending out twittering mating cries to each
other.
"They make me want to go home," she said
with a swift, expressive gesture. "But I will stay until the answer comes
to us. Do you know what they have called me, the old men and women who are
wise—the full-bloods? Galilolie—'One-who-does-things-well.' With us, when
a name is given it is one with a meaning, something the child must grow to
in fulfillment. So I feel I must not fail them now."
"You see," she went on, lifting her
chin, "it is we young half-bloods who must carry the strength and honor of
our people to the world so it may understand us. All our lives we have
been told tales by the old men—how our
people were driven from their homes by the Government, how Gen. Winfield
Scott's soldiers came down into our quiet villages and ordered the Indians
to go forth leaving everything behind them. My great-grandfather, the old
King Cooweeskowee, with his wife and children, paused at the first hilltop
to look back at his home, and already the whites were moving into it. The
house is still standing at Rossville, Ga. Do you know what the old people
tell us children when we wish we could go back there?" Her eyes are half
closed, her lips compressed as she says slowly, thrillingly: "They tell us
it is easy to find the way over that 'Trail of Tears,' that through the
wilderness it is blazed with the gravestones of those who were too weak to
march.
"That was seventy years ago, in 1838.
The Government promised to pay amply for all it took from us, our homes
and lands, cattle—even furniture. A treaty was made solemnly between the
Indians and the United States that Oklahoma should be theirs 'as long as
the grass should grow and the waters run.'
"That meant perpetuity to us, don't you
see?" She makes her points with a directness and simplicity that should
disarm even the diplomatic suavity of Uncle Sam when he meets her in
Washington. "Year after year the Cherokees waited for the Government to
pay. And at last, three years ago, it came to us—$133.19 to each Indian,
seventy-eight years after the removal from Georgia had taken place.
"Oil was discovered after the Indians
had taken the wilderness lands in Oklahoma and reclaimed them. It was as
if God, in reparation for the wrongs inflicted by whites, had given us the
riches of the earth. My people grew rich from their wells, but a way was
found to bind their wealth so they could not use it. It was said the
Indians were not fit to handle their own money."
She lifts eyebrows and shoulders, her
hands clasped before her tightly, as if in silent resentment of their
impotence to help.
"These are the things I want to tell;
first our wrongs and then our colonization plan, for which we hope so much
if the Government will grant it. We are outnumbered since the land was
opened up and a mass of 'sooners,' as we call them—squatters, claimers,
settlers—swarmed in over our borders. The Government again offered to pay
us for the land they took back—the land that was to be ours in perpetuity
'while the grass grew and the waters ran.' We were told to file our claims
with the whites. Some of us did, but eight hundred of the full-bloods went
back forty miles into the foothills
under the leadership of Red Bird Smith. They refuse to sell or to accept
the Government money for their valuable oil lands. To appease justice, the
Government allotted them lands anyway, in their absence, and paid the
money for their old property into the banks, where it lies untouched. Red
Bird and his 'Night Hawks' refuse to barter over a broken treaty.
"Ah, but I have gone up alone to the old
men there." Her voice softens. "They will talk to me because I am my
father's daughter. My Indian name means 'One-who-does-things-well.' So if
I go to them they tell me their heart longings, what they ask for the
Cherokee.
"And I shall put the message, if I can,
before our President's wife. Perhaps she will help."
The Personal Experience Article. A
writer's own experiences, given under his name, under a pseudonym, or in
anonymous form, can easily be made interesting to others. Told in the first
person, such stories are realistic and convincing. The pronoun "I" liberally
sprinkled through the story, as it must be, gives to it a personal, intimate
character that most readers like. Conversation and description of persons,
places, and objects may be included to advantage in these personal
narratives.
The possibilities of the personal
experience story are as great as are those of the interview. Besides serving
as a vehicle for the writer's own experiences, it may be employed to give
experiences of others. If, for example, a person interviewed objects to
having his name used, it is possible to present the material obtained by the
interview in the form of a personal experience story. In that case the
article would have to be published without the writer's name, since the
personal experiences that it records are not his own. Permission to present
material in a personal experience story should always be obtained from the
individual whose experiences the writer intends to use.
Articles designed to give practical
guidance, to show readers how to do something, are particularly effective
when written in the first person. If these "how-to-do-something" articles
are to be most useful to readers, the
conditions under which the personal experience was obtained must be fairly
typical. Personal experience articles of this type are very popular in
women's magazines, agricultural journals, and publications that appeal to
business men.
Examples of the Personal Experience
Story. The opportunities for service offered to women by small daily
newspapers are set forth in the story below, by means of the personal
experiences of one woman. The article was published in the Woman's Home
Companion, and was illustrated by a half-tone reproduction of a wash
drawing of a young woman seated at her desk in a newspaper office.
"They Call Me the 'Hen Editor'"
The Story of a Small-Town Newspaper
Woman
By SADIE L. MOSSLER
"What do you stay buried in this burg
for? Why, look how you drudge! and what do you get out of it? New York or
some other big city is the place for you. There's where you can become
famous instead of being a newspaper woman in a one-horse town."
A big city newspaper man was talking. He
was in our town on an assignment, and he was idling away spare time in our
office. Before I could answer, the door opened and a small girl came to my
desk.
"Say," she said, "Mama told me to come
in here and thank you for that piece you put in the paper about us. You
ought to see the eatin's folks has brought us! Heaps an' heaps! And Ma's
got a job scrubbin' three stores."
The story to which she referred was one
that I had written about a family left fatherless, a mother and three
small children in real poverty. I had written a plain appeal to the home
people, with the usual results.
"That," I said, "is one reason that I am
staying here. Maybe it isn't fame in big letters signed to an article, but
it's another kind."
His face wore a queer expression; but
before he could retort another caller appeared, a well-dressed woman.
"What do you mean," she declared, "by
putting it in the paper that I served light refreshments at my party?"
"Wasn't
it so?" I meekly inquired.
"No!" she thundered. "I served ice
cream, cake and coffee, and that makes two courses. See that it is right
next time, or we'll stop the paper."
Here my visitor laughed. "I suppose
that's another reason for your staying here. When we write anything about
a person we don't have to see them again and hear about it."
"But," I replied, "that's the very
reason I cling to the small town. I want to see the people about whom I am
writing, and live with them. That's what brings the rewards in our
business. It's the personal side that makes it worth while, the real
living of a newspaper instead of merely writing to fill its columns."
In many small towns women have not
heretofore been overly welcome on the staff of the local paper, for the
small town is essentially conservative and suspicious of change. This war,
however, is changing all that, and many a woman with newspaper ambitions
will now have her chance at home.
For ten years I have been what may be
classified as a small town newspaper woman, serving in every capacity from
society reporter to city and managing editor. During this time I have been
tempted many times to go to fields where national fame and a larger salary
awaited those who won. But it was that latter part that held me back, that
and one other factor: "Those who won," and "What do they get out of it
more than I?"
It is generally conceded that for one
woman who succeeds in the metropolitan newspaper field about ten fail
before the vicissitudes of city life, the orders of managing editors, and
the merciless grind of the big city's working world. And with those who
succeed, what have they more than I? They sign their names to articles;
they receive big salaries; they are famous—as such fame goes. Why is a
signed name to an article necessary, when everyone knows when the paper
comes out that I wrote the article? What does national fame mean compared
with the fact that the local laws of the "Society for the Prevention of
Cruelty to Animals" were not being enforced and that I wrote stories that
remedied this condition?
I began newspaper life as society
reporter of a daily paper in a Middle-Western town of ten thousand
inhabitants. That is, I supposed I was going to be society reporter, but
before very long I found myself doing police assignments, sport, editing
telegraph, and whatever the occasion demanded.
I suppose that the beginnings of
everyone's business life always remain
vivid memories. The first morning I reported for work at seven o'clock.
Naturally, no one was in the front office, as the news department of a
small-town newspaper office is sometimes called. I was embarrassed and
nervous, and sat anxiously awaiting the arrival of the city editor. In
five minutes he gave me sufficient instructions to last a year, but the
only one I remember was, "Ask all the questions you can think of, and
don't let anyone bluff you out of a story."
My first duty, and one that I performed
every morning for several years, was to "make" an early morning train
connecting with a large city, forty miles away. It was no easy task to
approach strangers and ask their names and destination; but it was all
good experience, and it taught me how to approach people and to ask
personal questions without being rude.
During my service as society reporter I
learned much, so much that I am convinced there is no work in the smaller
towns better suited to women. Any girl who is bright and quick, who knows
the ethics of being a lady, can hold this position and make better money
at it than by teaching or clerking.
Each trade, they say, has its tricks,
and being a society reporter is no exception. In towns of from one
thousand to two thousand inhabitants, the news that Mrs. X. is going to
give a party spreads rapidly by that system of wireless telegraphy that
excels the Marconi—neighborhood gossip. But in the larger towns it is not
so easy. In "our town," whenever there is a party the ice cream is ordered
from a certain confectioner. Daily he permitted us to see his order book.
If Mrs. Jones ordered a quart of ice cream we knew that she was only
having a treat for the family. If it were two quarts or more, it was a
party, and if it was ice cream in molds, we knew a big formal function was
on foot.
Society reporting is a fertile field,
and for a long time I had been thinking that society columns were too
dull. My ideal of a newspaper is that every department should be edited so
that everyone would read all the paper. I knew that men rarely read the
social column. One day a man said to me that he always called his wife his
better judgment instead of his better half. That appealed to me as
printable, but where to put it in the paper? Why not in my own department?
I did so. That night when the paper came out everyone clamored to know who
the man was, for I had merely written, "A man in town calls his wife his
better judgment instead of his better half."
Then I decided to make the society
department a reflection of our daily
life and sayings. In order to get these in I used the initials of my
title, "S.R." I never used names, but I always managed to identify my
persons.
As one might expect, I brought down a
storm about my head. Many persons took the hints for themselves when they
were not so intended, and there were some amusing results. For instance,
when I said in the paper that "a certain man in a down-town store has
perfect manners," the next day twelve men thanked me, and I received four
boxes of candy as expressions of gratitude.
There were no complaints about the
society column being dull after this; everyone read it and laughed at it,
and it was quoted in many exchanges. Of course, I was careful to hurt no
one's feelings, but I did occasionally have a little good-natured fun at
the expense of people who wouldn't mind it. Little personal paragraphs of
this sort must never be malicious or mean—if the paper is to keep its
friends.
Of all my newspaper experience I like
best to dwell on the society reporting; but if I were to advance I knew
that I must take on more responsibility, so I became city editor of
another paper. I was virtually managing editor, for the editor and owner
was a politician and was away much of the time. It was then that I began
to realize the responsibility of my position, to grapple with the problem
of dealing fairly both with my employer and the public. The daily life
with its varying incidents, the big civic issues, the stories to be
handled, the rights of the advertisers to be considered, the adjusting of
the news to the business department—all these were brought before me with
a powerful clarity.
When a woman starts on a city paper she
knows that there are linotypes, presses and other machinery. Often she has
seen them work; but her knowledge of "how" they work is generally vague.
It was on my third day as city editor that I realized my woeful ignorance
of the newspaper business from the mechanical viewpoint. I had just
arrived at the office when the foreman came to my desk.
"Say," he said, "we didn't get any stuff
set last night. Power was off. Better come out and pick out the plate you
want to fill with."
What he meant by the power being off I
could understand, and perforce I went out to select the plate. He handed
me long slabs of plate matter to read. Later I learned that printed copies
of the plate are sent for selection, but in my ignorance I took up the
slabs and tried to read the type. To my
astonishment it was all backward, and I found myself wondering if it were
a Chinese feature story. Finally I threw myself on his mercy and told him
to select what he chose. As I left the composing-room I heard him say to
one of the printers: "That's what comes of the boss hiring a hen editor."
Shortly after noon a linotype operator
came to me with his hands full of copy.
"If you want any of this dope in the
paper," he said, "you'll have to grab off a paragraph here and there. My
machine's got a bad squirt, and it'll take an hour or more to fix it."
Greek, all Greek! A squirt! I was too
busy "grabbing off" paragraphs to investigate; but then and there I
resolved to penetrate all these mysteries. I found the linotype operator
eager to show me how his machine works, and the foreman was glad to take
me around and instruct me in his department and also in the pressroom. I
have had trouble with printers since; but in the end they had to admit
that the "hen editor" knew what she was talking about.
There is a great cry now for woman's
advancement. If the women are hunting equality as their goal let them not
seek out the crowded, hostile cities, but remain in the smaller places
where their work can stand out distinctly. A trite phrase expresses it
that a newspaper is the "voice of the people." What better than that a
woman should set the tune for that voice?
Equality with men! I sit at my desk
looking out over the familiar home scene. A smell of fresh ink comes to
me, and a paper just off the press is slapped down on my desk.
"Look!" says the foreman. "We got out
some paper today, didn't we?"
"We!" How's that for equality? He
has been twenty years at his trade and I only ten, yet he includes me.
When I am tempted to feel that my field
is limited, my tools crude, and my work unhonored and unsung, I recall a
quotation I read many years ago, and I will place it here at the end of
the "hen editor's" uneventful story.
Back before my mind floats that phrase,
"Buried in this burg." If a person has ability, will not the world learn
it?
"If a man can write a better book,
preach a better sermon, or sing a more glorious song than his neighbor,
though he build his house in the woods, the world will make a beaten path
to his door."
That a personal experience story may be
utilized to show readers how to do something is demonstrated in the
following article taken from The Designer. It was illustrated by a
half-tone made from a wash drawing of one corner of the burlap room.
A Bedroom in Burlap
The Most Satisfactory Room in Our
Bungalow
BY KATHERINE VAN DORN
Our burlap room is the show room of our
bungalow. Visitors are guided through the living-room, the bedroom, the
sleeping-porch and kitchen, and allowed to express their delight and
satisfaction while we wait with bated breath for the grand surprise to be
given them. Then, when they have concluded, we say:
"But you should see our burlap room!"
Then we lead the way up the stairs to the attic and again stand and wait.
We know what is coming, and, as we revel in the expressions of admiration
evoked, we again declaim with enormous pride: "We made it all ourselves!"
There is
a solid satisfaction in making a room, especially for an
amateur who hardly expects to undertake
room-making as a profession.
We regard our room as an original creation
produced by our own
genius, not likely to be duplicated in our
personal experience. It
grew in this wise:
When we came to the bungalow last spring
the family numbered three instead of the two of the year before. Now
number three, a healthy and bouncing young woman, necessitated a
"sleeping-in" maid if her parents were ever to be able to detach
themselves from her person. We had never had a sleeping-in maid at the
bungalow before and the problem of where to put her was a serious one. We
well knew that no self-respecting servant would condescend to sleep in an
attic, although the attic was cool, airy and comfortable. We rather
thought, too, that the maid might despise us if we gave her the bedroom
and took up our quarters under the rafters. It would be an easy enough
matter for carpenters and plasterers to put a room in the attic, but we
lacked the money necessary for such a venture. And so we puzzled. At first
we thought of curtains, but the high winds which visit us made curtains
impracticable. Then we thought of tacking
the curtains top and bottom, and from this
the idea evolved. The carpenter whom we consulted proved to be amenable to
suggestion and agreed to put us up a framework in a day. We helped. We
outlined the room on the floor. This took two strips of wood about one and
a half by two inches. The other two sides of the room were formed by the
wall of the attic and by the meeting place of the roof and floor—that is,
there was in reality no fourth wall; the room simply ended where floor and
roof met. Two strips were nailed to the rafters in positions similar to
those on the floor, and then an upright strip was inserted and nailed fast
at intervals of every three feet. This distance was decided by the fact
that curtain materials usually come a yard wide. For a door we used a
discarded screen-door, which, having been denuded of the bits of wire
clinging to it, answered the purpose very well. The door completed the
skeleton.
We used a beautiful soft blue burlap.
Tacking on proved a more difficult matter than we had anticipated, owing
to the fact that our carpenter had used cypress for the framework. We
stretched the material taut and then tacked it fast with sharp-pointed,
large-headed brass tacks, and while inserting these we measured carefully
the distances between the tacks in order to keep this trimming uniform.
The two walls supplied by the framework were quickly covered, but the
rough wall of the attic necessitated some cutting, as we had to tack the
burlap to the uprights and these had not been placed with yard-wide
material in view. Above the screen-door frame was a hiatus of space
running up into the peak. The carpenter had thoughtfully run two strips up
to the roof and this enabled us to fill in by cutting and turning in the
cloth. A corresponding space above the window received similar treatment.
Then we covered the inner surface of the screen door and we had a room.
But we were far from satisfied. The room
looked bare and crude. We bought a can of dark-oak stain and gave the
floor a coat and this improved matters so much that we stained the wood
visible on the door frame and about the window. Having finished this, we
saw the need of doing something for the ceiling. The ceiling was merely
the inner surface of the roof. The builders had made it of boards of
varying sizes, the rafters were rough and splintery and there were myriads
of nails sticking through everywhere. It looked a hopeless task. But we
bought more stain and went to work. Before beginning we covered our
precious blue walls with newspapers, donned our oldest clothes and spread
papers well over the floor. It was well
that we did. The staining was not difficult work but the nails made it
splashy and we were pretty well spotted when we finished.
But when we did finish we felt
compensated. The nails had become invisible. The dull blue walls with
their bright brass trimming, the soft brown floor and the stained,
raftered roof made the room the most attractive in the house. We could not
rest, although the hour was late and we were both tired, until we had
furnished it. We put in a couple of small rugs, a brass bed, and a white
bureau. We hung two pictures securely upon the uprights of the skeleton.
We added a couple of chairs and a rack for clothing, put up a white madras
curtain at the window, and regarded the effect with the utmost
satisfaction. The room answered the purpose exactly. The burlap was thick
enough to act as a screen. It was possible to see movement through it, but
not form. It insured privacy and still permitted the air to pass through
for ventilation. As a finishing touch we screwed a knob on the outside of
the door, put a brass hook on the inside and went downstairs to count the
cost.
As a quick and inexpensive method of
adding to the number of rooms in one's house, the making of a burlap room
is without an equal. The idea is not patented, and we who deem ourselves
its creators, are only too happy to send it on, in the hope that it may be
of service to some other puzzled householder who is wondering where to put
an added family member.
The Confession Story. Closely akin
to the personal experience article is the so-called "confession story."
Usually published anonymously, confession stories may reveal more personal
and intimate experiences than a writer would ordinarily care to give in a
signed article. Needless to say, most readers are keenly interested in such
revelations, even though they are made anonymously. Like personal experience
stories, they are told in the first person with a liberal use of the pronoun
"I."
A writer need not confine himself to his
own experiences for confession stories; he may obtain valuable material for
them from others. Not infrequently his name is attached to these articles
accompanied by the statement that the confession was "transcribed," "taken
down," or "recorded" by the writer.
Conditions of life in classes of society
with which the reader is not familiar may be brought home to him through the
medium of the confession story. It may be made the means of arousing
interest in questions about which the average reader cares little. The
average man or woman, for example, is probably little concerned with the
problem of the poorly paid college professor, but hundreds of thousands
doubtless read with interest the leading article in an issue of the
Saturday Evening Post entitled, "The Pressure on the Professor." This
was a confession story, which did not give the author's own experiences but
appeared as "Transcribed by Walter E. Weyl." This article was obviously
written with the purpose, skillfully concealed, of calling attention to the
hard lot of the underpaid professor.
Constructive criticism of existing
conditions may be successfully embodied in the form of a confession article
that describes the evils as they have been experienced by one individual. If
the article is to be entirely effective and just, the experience of the one
person described must be fairly typical of that of others in the same
situation. In order to show that these experiences are characteristic, the
writer may find it advantageous to introduce facts and figures tending to
prove that his own case is not an isolated example. In the confession
article mentioned above, "The Pressure on the Professor," the assistant
professor who makes the confession, in order to demonstrate that his own
case is typical, cites statistics collected by a colleague at Stanford
University giving the financial status of 112 assistant professors in
various American universities.
Confessions that show how faults and
personal difficulties have been overcome prove helpful to readers laboring
under similar troubles. Here again, what is related should be typical rather
than exceptional.
Examples of the Confession Story.
That an intimate account of the financial difficulties of a young couple as
told by the wife, may not only make an interesting story but may serve as a
warning to others, is shown in the confession story below. Signed "F.B.,"
and illustrated with a pen and ink sketch
of the couple at work over their accounts, it was printed in Every Week,
a popular illustrated periodical formerly published by the Crowell
Publishing Company, New York.
The Things We Learned to Do Without
We were married within a month of our
commencement, after three years of courtship at a big Middle West
university. Looking back, it seems to me that rich, tumultuous college
life of ours was wholly pagan. All about us was the free-handed atmosphere
of "easy money," and in our "crowd" a tacit implication that a good time
was one of the primary necessities of life. Such were our ideas when we
married on a salary of one hundred dollars a month. We took letters of
introduction to some of the "smart" people in a suburb near Chicago, and
they proved so delightfully cordial that we settled down among them
without stopping to consider the discrepancies between their ways and our
income. We were put up at a small country club—a simple affair enough,
comparatively speaking—that demanded six weeks' salary in initial dues and
much more in actual subsequent expense. "Everybody" went out for Saturday
golf and stayed for dinner and dancing.
By fall there was in working operation a
dinner club of the "younger married set," as our local column in the city
papers called us; an afternoon bridge club; and a small theater club that
went into town every fortnight for dinner and a show. Costly little
amusements, but hardly more than were due charming young people of our
opportunities and tastes. I think that was our attitude, although we did
not admit it. In September we rented a "smart" little apartment. We had
planned to furnish it by means of several generous checks which were
family contributions to our array of wedding gifts. What we did was to buy
the furniture on the instalment plan, agreeing to pay twenty dollars a
month till the bill was settled, and we put the furniture money into
running expenses.
It was the beginning of a custom. They
gave most generously, that older generation. Visiting us, Max's mother
would slip a bill into my always empty purse when we went shopping; or
mine would drop a gold piece into my top bureau drawer for me to find
after she had gone. And there were always checks for birthdays.
Everything went into running expenses;
yet, in spite of it, our expenses ran quite away. Max said I was "too
valuable a woman to put into the kitchen," so we hired a maid,
good-humoredly giving her carte blanche on the grocery and meat
market. Our bills, for all our dining out, were enormous. There were
clothes, too. Max delighted in silk socks and tailored shirts, and he
ordered his monogramed cigarettes by the thousand. My own taste ran to
expensive little hats.
It is hardly necessary to recount the
details. We had our first tremendous quarrel at the end of six months,
when, in spite of our furniture money and our birthday checks, we found
ourselves two hundred and fifty dollars in debt. But as we cooled we
decided that there was nothing we could do without; we could only be "more
careful."
Every month we reached that same
conclusion. There was nothing we could do without. At the end of the year
on a $1200 salary we were $700 behind; eight months later, after our first
baby came, we were over a thousand—and by that time, it seemed,
permanently estranged. I actually was carrying out a threat of separation
and stripping the apartment, one morning, when Max came back from town and
sat down to discuss matters with me.
A curious labyrinthine discussion it
was, winding from recriminations and flat admissions that our marriage was
a failure and our love was dead, to the most poignant memories of our
engagement days. But its central point was Max's detached insistence that
we make marriage over into a purely utilitarian affair.
"Man needs the decencies of a home," he
said over and over. "It doesn't do a fellow any good with a firm like mine
to have them know he can't manage his affairs. And my firm is the kind of
firm I want to work for. This next year is important; and if I spend it
dragging through a nasty divorce business, knowing that everybody knows,
I'll be about thirty per cent efficient. I'm willing to admit that
marriage—even a frost like ours—is useful. Will you?"
I had to. My choice rested between going
home, where there were two younger sisters, or leaving the baby somewhere
and striking out for myself.
"It seems to me," said Max, taking out
his pencil, "that if two reasonably clever people can put their best brain
power and eight hours a day into a home, it might amount to something
sometime. The thing resolves itself into a choice between the things we
can do without and the things we can't.
We'll list them. We can't do without three meals and a roof; but there
must be something."
"You can certainly give up silk socks
and cigarettes," I said; and, surprisingly, on this old sore point between
us Max agreed.
"You can give up silk stockings, then,"
he said, and put them down. Silk socks and silk stockings! Out of all
possible economies, they were the only things that we could think of.
Finally—
"We could make baby an excuse," I said,
"and never get out to the club till very late—after dinner—and stay just
for the dancing. And we could get out of the dinner club and the theater
bunch. Only, we ought to have some fun."
"You can go to matinées, and tell me
about them, so we can talk intelligently. We'll say we can't leave the kid
nights—"
"We can buy magazines and read up on
plays. We'll talk well enough if we do that, and people won't know we
haven't been. Put down: 'Magazines for plays.'"
He did it quite seriously. Do we seem
very amusing to you? So anxious lest we should betray our economies—so
impressed with our social "position" and what people might think! It is
funny enough to me, looking back; but it was bitter business then.
I set myself to playing the devoted and
absorbed young mother. But it was a long, long time before it became the
sweetest of realities. I cried the first time I refused a bridge game to
"stay with baby"; and I carried a sore heart those long spring afternoons
when I pushed his carriage conspicuously up and down the avenue while the
other women motored past me out for tea at the club. Yet those long walks
were the best thing that ever happened to me. I had time to think, for one
thing; and I gained splendid health, losing the superfluous flesh I was
beginning to carry, and the headaches that usually came after days of
lunching and bridge and dining.
I fell into the habit, too, of going
around by the market, merely to have an objective, and buying the day's
supplies. The first month of that habit my bills showed a decrease of
$16.47. I shall always remember that sum, because it is certainly the
biggest I have ever seen. I began to ask the prices of things; and I made
my first faint effort at applying our game of substitution to the food
problem, a thing which to me is still one of the most fascinating factors
in housekeeping.
One afternoon in late summer, I found a
delightful little bungalow in process of building, on a side street not so
very far from the proper avenue.
I investigated idly, and found that the rent was thirty dollars less than
we were paying. Yet even then I hesitated.
It was Max who had the courage to
decide.
"The only thing we are doing without is
the address," he said, "And that isn't a loss that looks like $360 to me."
All that fall and winter we kept
doggedly at our game of substitution. Max bought a ready-made Tuxedo, and
I ripped out the label and sewed in one from a good tailor. I carried half
a dozen dresses from the dyer's to a woman who evolved three very decent
gowns; and then I toted them home in a box with a marking calculated to
impress any chance acquaintance. We were so ashamed of our attempts at
thrift that they came hard.
Often enough we quarreled after we had
been caught in some sudden temptation that set us back a pretty penny, and
we were inevitably bored and cross when we refused some gayety for
economy's sake. We resolutely decided to read aloud the evenings the
others went to the theater club; and as resolutely we substituted a stiff
game of chess for the bridge that we could not afford. But we had to learn
to like them both.
Occasionally we entertained at very
small, very informal dinners, "on account of the baby"; and definitely
discarded the wines that added the "smartness" demanded at formal affairs.
People came to those dinners in their second or third best: but they
stayed late, and laughed hilariously to the last second of their stay.
In the spring we celebrated Max's second
respectable rise in salary by dropping out of the country club. We could
do without it by that time. At first we thought it necessary to substitute
a determined tramp for the Sunday morning golf game; but we presently gave
that up. We were becoming garden enthusiasts. And as a substitution for
most of the pleasure cravings of life, gardening is to be highly
recommended. Discontent has a curious little trick of flowing out of the
earthy end of a hoe.
Later that summer I found that a maid
was one of the things I could do without, making the discovery in an
interregnum not of my original choosing. A charwoman came in for the
heavier work, and I took over the cooking. Almost immediately, in spite of
my inexperience, the bills dropped. I could not cook rich pastries and
fancy desserts, and fell back on simple salads and fruit instead. I dipped
into the household magazines, followed on into technical articles on
efficiency, substituted labor-savers wherever I could, and started my
first muddled set of accounts.
At the beginning of the new year I tried
my prentice hand on a budget; and that was the year that we emerged from
debt and began to save.
That was six very short years ago. When,
with three babies, the bungalow became a trifle small, we built a little
country house and moved farther out. Several people whom we liked best
among that first "exclusive younger set" have moved out too, and formed
the nucleus of a neighborhood group that has wonderful times on incomes no
one of which touches $4000 a year.
Ours is not as much as that yet; but it
is enough to leave a wide and comfortable margin all around our wants. Max
has given up his pipe for cigarettes (unmonogramed), and patronizes a good
tailor for business reasons. But in everything else our substitutions
stand: gardening for golf; picnics for roadhouse dinners; simple food,
simple clothing, simple hospitality, books, a fire, and a game of chess on
winter nights.
We don't even talk about economies any
more. We like them. But—every Christmas there comes to me via the
Christmas tree a box of stockings, and for Max a box of socks—heavy silk.
There never is any card in either box; but I think we'll probably get them
till we die.
The following short confession, signed
"Mrs. M.F.E.," was awarded the first prize by the American Magazine
in a contest for articles on "The Best Thing Experience Has Taught Me":
Forty Years Bartered for What?
A tiny bit of wisdom, but as vital as
protoplasm. I know, for I bartered forty precious years of wifehood and
motherhood to learn it.
During the years of my childhood and
girlhood, our family passed from wealth to poverty. My father and only
brother were killed in battle during the Civil War; our slaves were freed;
our plantations melted from my mother's white hands during the
Reconstruction days; our big town house was sold for taxes.
When I married, my only dowry was a
fierce pride and an overwhelming ambition to get back our material
prosperity. My husband was making a "good living." He was kind,
easy-going, with a rare capacity for enjoying life and he loved his wife
with that chivalrous, unquestioning,
"the queen-can-do-no-wrong" type of love.
But even in our days of courting I
answered his ardent love-making with, "And we will work and save and buy
back the big house; then we will—" etc., etc.
And he? Ah, alone at sixty, I can still
hear echoing down the years his big tender laugh, as he'd say, "Oh, what a
de-ah, ambitious little sweetheart I have!"
He owned a home, a little cottage with a
rose garden at one side of it—surely, with love, enough for any bride. But
I—I saw only the ancestral mansion up the street, the big old house that
had passed out of the hands of our family.
I would have no honeymoon trip; I wanted
the money instead. John kissed each of my palms before he put the money
into them. My fingers closed greedily over the bills; it was the nest egg,
the beginning.
Next I had him dismiss his bookkeeper
and give me the place. I didn't go to his store—Southern ladies didn't do
that in those days—but I kept the books at home, and I wrote all the
business letters. So it happened when John came home at night, tired from
his day's work at the store, I had no time for diversions, for
love-making, no hours to walk in the rose garden by his side—no, we must
talk business.
I can see John now on many a hot
night—and summer is hot in the Gulf States—dripping with
perspiration as he dictated his letters to me, while I, my aching head
near the big hot lamp, wrote on and on with hurried, nervous fingers.
Outside there would be the evening breeze from the Gulf, the moonlight,
the breath of the roses, all the romance of the southern night—but not for
us!
The children came—four, in quick
succession. But so fixed were my eyes on the goal of Success, I scarcely
realized the mystery of motherhood. Oh, I loved them! I loved John, too. I
would willingly have laid down my life for him or for any one of the
children. And I intended sometime to stop and enjoy John and the
children. Oh, yes, I was going really to live after we had bought
back the big house, and had done so and so! In the meanwhile, I held my
breath and worked.
"I'll be so glad," I remember saying one
day to a friend, "when all my children are old enough to be off at school
all day!" Think of that! Glad when the best years of our lives together
were passed! The day came when the last little fellow trudged off to
school and I no longer had a baby to hamper me. We were
living now in the big old home. We had bought it back and paid for it. I
no longer did John's bookkeeping for him—he paid a man a hundred dollars a
month to do that—but I still kept my hand on the business.
Then suddenly one day—John died. Died
in what should have been the prime and vigor of his life.
I worked harder than ever then, not from
necessity, but because in the first few years after John left I was
afraid to stop and think. So the years hurried by! One by one the
children grew up and entered more or less successful careers of their
own.... I don't feel that I know them so very well.
And now that the time of life has come
when I must stop and think, I ask myself: "What did you do with the
wonderful gifts Life laid in your lap—the love of a good man, domestic
happiness, the chance to know intimately four little souls?"
And being honest I have to answer: "I
bartered Life's great gifts for Life's pitiful extras—for pride, for
show!"
If my experience were unique it would
not be worth publishing, but it is only too common. Think of the wives who
exchange the best years of their lives, their husband's comfort, his peace
of mind, if not to buy back the family mansion, then for a higher social
position; sometimes it is merely for—clothes!
It is to you women who still have the
opportunity to "walk with John in the garden" that I give my dearly bought
bit of experience. Stop holding your breath until you get this or that;
stop reaching out blindly for to-morrow's prize; live to-day!
The "How-to-do-Something" Article.
Articles the primary purpose of which is to give directions for doing
something in a particular way, are always in demand. The simplest type is
the recipe or formula containing a few directions for combining ingredients.
More elaborate processes naturally demand more complex directions and
require longer articles. In the simpler types the directions are given in
the imperative form; that is, the reader is told to "take" this thing and
that, and to "mix" it with something else. Although such recipe directions
are clear, they are not particularly interesting. Many readers, especially
those of agricultural journals, are tired of being told to do this and that
in order to get better results. They are inclined to suspect the writer of
giving directions on the basis of untried
theory rather than on that of successful practice. There is an advantage,
therefore, in getting away from formal advice and directions and in
describing actual processes as they have been carried on successfully.
Articles intended to give practical
guidance are most interesting when cast in the form of an interview, a
personal experience, or a narrative. In an interview article, a person may
indirectly give directions to others by describing in his own words the
methods that he has used to accomplish the desired results. Or the writer,
by telling his own experiences in doing something, may give readers
directions in an interesting form.
Whatever method he adopts, the writer must
keep in mind the questions that his readers would be likely to ask if he
were explaining the method or process to them in person. To one who is
thoroughly familiar with a method the whole process is so clear that he
forgets how necessary it is to describe every step to readers unfamiliar
with it. The omission of a single point may make it impossible for the
reader to understand or to follow the directions. Although a writer need not
insult the intelligence of his readers by telling them what they already
know, he may well assume that they need to be reminded tactfully of many
things that they may have known but have possibly forgotten.
Two Practical Guidance Articles. A
method of filing office records, as explained apparently by the man who
devised it, is well set forth in the following combination of the personal
experience and the "how-to-do-something" types of articles. It appeared in
System with a half-tone reproduction of a photograph showing a man
looking over records in a drawer of the desk at which he is seated.
Who'll Do John's Work?
BY M. C. HOBART
"It's a quarter after 8 and Schuyler
hasn't showed up," telephoned Beggs, one of our foremen, last Tuesday
morning. "I've put Fanning on his machine, but that won't help much
unless I can get somebody to work at
Fanning's bench. Got anybody you can let me have for to-day?"
I didn't know offhand. But I told Beggs
I'd call him back.
Ten minutes later a young lathe operator
reported to Beggs. He was able to run Fanning's machine while the latter
temporarily filled the shoes of the absent Schuyler.
Scarcely a week passes that does not
bring a similar call to our employment office. While our plant, as plants
go, is not large, we always have a number of men working with us who are
fitted by experience and adaptability to do other work than that which
they are hired to do. Such men are invaluable to know about, especially
when an operator stays away for a day or perhaps a week and the shop is
full of orders. Once it was a problem to find the right man immediately. A
few additions to our employment records made it possible to keep track of
each man's complete qualifications.
The employment records I keep in my desk
in the deep drawer. They are filed alphabetically by name. When we hire a
man we write his name and the job he is to fill on the outside of a 9 by
12 manila envelope. Into this envelope we put his application, his
references, and other papers. His application tells us what kinds of work
he can do and has done in other shops.
There are 29 different kinds of work to
be done in our shops, from gear cutting to running errands. I have listed
these operations, alphabetically, on a cardboard the exact length of the
employment record envelope, 12 inches. When a man tells me in his
application that he not only can operate a drill press, for which he is
hired, but has also worked at grinding, I fit my cardboard list to the top
of the employment record envelope and punch two notches along the top
directly opposite the words "drill press" and "grinding" on my list. Then
I file away the envelope.
I rest secure now in my knowledge that I
have not buried a potential grinder in a drill press operator, or that I
do not have to carry his double qualifications in my mind. I know that if
Beggs should suddenly telephone me some morning that his grinder is
absent—sick, or fishing, perhaps—I need only take my cardboard list and,
starting at A, run it down my file until I come to the envelope of the
drill press operator. I am stopped there automatically by the second notch
on the envelope which corresponds in position to the word "grinder" on my
list.
And there is every likelihood that, with
the necessary explanation to the man's
own foreman, Beggs will get his grinder for the day.
From the following article, printed in
Farm and Fireside city and country readers alike may glean much
practical information concerning ways and means of making a comfortable
living from a small farm. It was illustrated by four half-tone reproductions
of photographs showing (1) the house, (2) the woman at her desk with a
typewriter before her, (3) the woman in her dining-room about to serve a
meal from a labor-saving service wagon, and (4) the woman in the poultry
yard with a basket of eggs.
Ten Acres and a Living
She was young, popular, and had been reared
in the city. Everybody laughed when she decided to farm—but that was four
years ago
BY ALICE MARY KIMBALL
When she decided to be a farmer
everybody laughed. She was young, popular, unusually fond of frocks and
fun. She had been reared in the city. She didn't know a Jersey from a
Hereford, or a Wyandotte from a Plymouth Rock.
"You'll be back in six months," her
friends said.
Four years have passed. Mrs. Charles S.
Tupper still is "buried" in the country. Moreover, she is supplying eggs,
chickens, honey, and home-canned goods to those of her former associates
who are willing to pay for quality.
"Farming," said Mrs. Tupper, "is the
ideal vocation for the woman who feels the modern desire for a job and the
need of marriage and a home.
"I never wanted a job so keenly as when
I found myself in a small city apartment without enough to do to keep me
busy. After I'd swept and dusted and prepared meals for two, I had hours
of time on my hands. The corner bakeshop, the laundry, and modern
conveniences had thrust upon me more leisure than I could use. Mr. Tupper
is a young engineer whose work takes him to various parts of the
Southwest. In his absence I felt strongly the need of filling up my idle
hours in some interesting, useful way.
"I
didn't quite like the idea of spending all my spare time on cards,
calling, women's clubs, and social pleasures. I longed to be a real
partner to my husband and to share in making the family income as well as
spending it.
"We had a few thousand saved for a home,
and were trying to decide where to build. One day it flashed upon me: 'Why
invest in city property? Why not a little farm? Then we'll have a home;
I'll have a job, and can make our living.'"
The idea materialized into a modern
bungalow on a 10-acre farm in Westdale, Missouri, an hour's drive from
Kansas City. Mr. Tupper's salary furnished working capital for the
enterprise and Mrs. Tupper has found congenial work as farmer-in-chief.
Poultry, bees, and a vegetable garden
are Mrs. Tupper's specialities. Her side lines are a pig and a registered
Jersey cow. She looks after the poultry, works in garden and apiary, and
milks the cow herself. She employs very little help.
"It wasn't difficult to get a start in
learning to farm," Mrs. Tupper explained. "I visited farms and studied the
methods of farmers and their wives. I asked lots of questions.
"I didn't have any old fogyisms to
unlearn, and I didn't acquire any. I went straight to the agricultural
college and the state poultry experiment station for instructions. While I
was living in the country supervising the building of the bungalow, I read
and digested every bulletin I could get. I'm still studying bulletins. I
subscribe for several farm papers and a bee journal.
"Of course, I learned a great deal from
the practical experience of the people about me, but I checked up
everything to the rules and directions of government and state
agricultural experts, which may be had for the price of a postage stamp. I
tried to take orders intelligently. I ignored old rules for poultry and
bee-keeping."
Mrs. Tupper's chickens are hatched in
incubators, hovered in a coal-heated brooder house, fed according to
experiment-station directions, and reared in poultry houses built from
experiment-station designs. From the first they have been practically free
from lice and disease. She gets winter eggs. Even in zero weather and at
times when feed is most costly, her spring pullets more than pay their
way.
"Bees responded as readily to proper
treatment," she said. "My second season I harvested $265 worth of comb
honey from twenty working swarms. And I was stung not a half-dozen times
at that."
Some of Mrs. Tupper's neighbors were
inclined to joke at first at her appetite for bulletins, her belief in
experts, and her rigid insistence on pure-bred stock and poultry. They
admit now that her faith has been justified.
If Mrs. Tupper had trod in the well-worn
neighborhood ruts, she would have marketed her produce by the
country-store-commission-man-retailer-consumer route; but again she did
not. From the first she planned to plug the leakage of farm profits in
middlemen's commissions. When she had anything to sell, she put on a
good-looking tailored suit, a becoming hat, smart shoes and gloves, and
went to the city to talk to ultimate consumers.
The consciousness of being dressed
appropriately—not expensively or ornately—is a valuable aid to the farm
saleswoman, Mrs. Tupper thinks.
"If a salesman comes to me shabbily
dressed or flashily dressed, I can't give him a fair hearing," she said.
"I may let him talk on, but I decide against him the instant I look at
him. So I reasoned that a trim, pleasing appearance would be as valuable
an asset to me as to the men who sell pickles, insurance, or gilt-edged
bonds. It would mean a favorable first impression and open the way to show
samples and make a sales talk.
"If I tried to interview a prospective
customer handicapped by the consciousness that my skirt hung badly or that
my shoes were shabby, not only would I be timid and ill at ease, but my
appearance would suggest to the city buyer the very slipshodness and lack
of reliability he fears in buying direct from the farm.
"I go strong on attractive samples. It
would be useless to try for fancy prices if I brought honey to town in
mean-looking cases or rusty cans. A slight drip down the side of a package
might not be proof positive of poor quality, but it would frighten away a
careful buyer. Likewise, I do not illustrate my egg sales talks with a
sample dozen of odd sizes and shapes. It is needless to add that goods
delivered to customers must be of the same quality and appearance as the
samples, and that one must keep one's promises to the dot. A little
well-directed enterprise will land a customer, but only good service can
hold him."
When the current wholesale price of
honey was $3 a case, Mrs. Tupper's comb honey has been in demand at from
20 to 30 cents a pound. She disposes of every pound to private customers
and to one grocery store which caters to "fancy" trade. She sells eggs
from her 400 Anconas at from 4 to 6 cents more a dozen than
the country store is paying its patrons who bring in eggs and "take them
out in trade."
Mrs. Tupper figured that if a trademark
has advertising pull for a manufacturing concern, it would help the farm
business. She christened her 10 acres "Graceland Farm," and this name is
stamped on everything that leaves her place. She had cards printed bearing
the name of the farm, its telephone number, and its products. Graceland
Farm is also emphasized on letter heads.
"Prompt attention to correspondence is
an easy method of advertising a farm business," she suggested. "A
typewritten letter on letterhead stationery, mailed promptly, creates a
pleasant impression on the man who has written to inquire the price of a
setting of eggs or a trio of chickens.
"Suppose I delayed a week and wrote the
reply with pen and ink, or, worse, with a pencil on ruled tablet paper.
I'd stand a good chance of losing a customer, wouldn't I? If I didn't miss
an order outright, I should certainly leave a suggestion of inefficiency
and carelessness which could only be charged to the debit side of the
business."
She has found that a $50 typewriter and
a letter file have helped greatly to create the good-will which is as
essential to the farmer business woman as to the woman who runs a
millinery shop or an insurance office.
Mrs. Tupper has encouraged automobile
trade. Her apiary is within sight of the road, and a "Honey for Sale" sign
brings many a customer. Many of her city patrons have the habit of driving
to the farm and returning with a hamper laden with eggs, honey, butter, or
canned stuff from the vegetable garden. The garden last summer supplied
material for more than 900 cans of vegetables.
The neighbors smile at her zeal for
fairs and poultry shows.
"It isn't fun altogether; it's
business," she tells them.
It was cold, disagreeable work, for
instance, to prepare an exhibit for the Heart of America Poultry Show at
Kansas City last fall; but Mrs. Tupper felt repaid. She won first prize on
hen, first and second on pullet, and fourth on cockerel. Then she
exhibited at the St. Joseph, Missouri, Poultry Show with even better
success.
"These prizes will add to the value of
every chicken I have, and to all my poultry products. They give me another
advertising point," she said.
"The shows gave me a fine opportunity to
meet possible customers and to make
friends for my business. I was on the job for days. I met scores of people
and distributed hundreds of cards. I learned a lot, too, in talks with
judges and experienced breeders."
The Tupper bungalow is neat and
attractive. In spite of her duties in the poultry house and apiary, Mrs.
Tupper serves appetizing meals. She finds time for church work and
neighborhood calls, and gives every Thursday to the Red Cross.
The housework is speeded up with such
conveniences as hot and cold water in kitchen and bathroom, and steam
heat. The kitchen is an efficient little workshop lined by cupboards and
shelves. Mrs. Tupper can sit before her kitchen cabinet and prepare a meal
without moving about for ingredients and utensils. A service wagon saves
steps between kitchen and dining-room.
The floors of the bungalow are of hard
wood. They are waxed a few times each year, and a little work each morning
with dust mop and carpet sweeper keeps them in good order. The washing is
sent out.
"I couldn't earn an income from the farm
if I had a farmhouse without modern improvements," Mrs. Tupper declared.
"Reducing drudgery to a minimum is only plain business sense. Laundry
work, scrubbing, and dishwashing have a low economic value. Such unskilled
labor eats up the time and strength one needs for the more profitable and
interesting tasks of farm management, accounting and correspondence,
advertising and marketing."
The Personality Sketch. We all like
to read about prominent and successful people. We want to know more about
the men and women who figure in the day's news, and even about interesting
persons whose success has not been great enough to be heralded in the press.
What appeals to us most about these individuals is, not mere biographical
facts such as appear in Who's Who, but the more intimate details of
character and personality that give us the key to their success. We want to
see them as living men and women. It is the writer's problem to present them
so vividly that we shall feel as if we had actually met them face to face.
The purpose of the personality sketch may
be (1) to give interesting information concerning either prominent or
little known persons, (2) to furnish readers
inspiration that may bear fruit in their own lives, (3) to give practical
guidance by showing how one individual has accomplished a certain thing.
Whether the aim is to afford food for thought, inspiration to action, or
guidance in practical matters, the treatment is essentially the same.
The recognized methods of describing
characters in fiction may be used to advantage in portraying real persons.
These are (1) using general descriptive terms, (2) describing personal
appearance, (3) telling of characteristic actions, (4) quoting their words,
(5) giving biographical facts, (6) citing opinions of others about them, (7)
showing how others react to them. By a judicious combination of several of
these methods, a writer can make his readers visualize the person, hear him
speak, watch him in characteristic actions, and understand his past life, as
well as realize what others think of him and how they act toward him.
Material for a personality sketch may be
obtained in one of three ways: (1) from a more or less intimate acquaintance
with the person to be described; (2) from an interview with the person,
supplemented by conversation with others about him; (3) from printed
sketches of him combined with information secured from others. It is easier
to write personality sketches about men and women whom we know well than it
is about those whom we have never met, or with whom we have had only a short
interview. Inexperienced writers should not attempt to prepare sketches of
persons whom they know but slightly. In a single interview a writer who is
observant, and who is a keen judge of human nature, may be able to get an
impression sufficiently strong to serve as the basis of a satisfactory
article, especially if the material obtained in the interview is
supplemented by printed sketches and by conversations with others.
Personality sketches sometimes include long interviews giving the person's
opinions on the subject on which he is an authority. In such articles the
sketch usually precedes the interview.
Examples of the Personality Sketch.
The first of the following sketches
appeared, with a half-tone portrait, in the department of "Interesting
People" in the American Magazine; the second was sent out by the
Newspaper Enterprise Association, Cleveland, Ohio, which supplies several
hundred daily newspapers with special features.
(1)
"Tommy"—Who Enjoys Straightening Out
ThingsBY SAMPSON RAPHAELSON
Six years ago a young Bulgarian
immigrant, dreamy-eyed and shabby, came to the University of Illinois
seeking an education. He inquired his way of a group of underclassmen and
they pointed out to him a large red building on the campus.
"Go there," they said gayly, "and ask
for Tommy."
He did, and when he was admitted to the
presence of Thomas Arkle Clark, Dean of Men, and addressed him in his
broken English as "Mis-terr Tommy," the dean did not smile. Although Mr.
Clark had just finished persuading an irascible father to allow his
reprobate sophomore son to stay at college, and although he was facing the
problem of advising an impetuous senior how to break an engagement with a
girl he no longer loved, he adapted himself to the needs and the
temperament of the foreigner instantly, sympathetically, and efficiently.
In five minutes the Bulgarian had a job,
knew what courses in English he ought to take, and was filled with a glow
of hope, inspiration, and security which only a genius in the art of
graciousness and understanding like "Tommy Arkle," as he is amiably called
by every student and alumnus of Illinois, can bestow.
This is a typical incident in the
extremely busy, richly human daily routine of the man who created the
office of Dean of Men in American universities. Slender, short,
well-dressed, his gray hair smartly parted, with kindly, clever, humorous
blue eyes and a smile that is an ecstasy of friendliness, "Tommy" sits
behind his big desk in the Administration Building from eight to five
every day and handles all of the very real troubles and problems of the
four thousand-odd men students at the University of Illinois.
He averages one hundred callers a day,
in addition to answering a heavy mail and attendance upon various
committee, board, and council meetings.
He is known all over the country as an authority on fraternities and their
influence, and a power for making that influence constantly better and
finer. In business, farmer, and school circles in the Middle West Mr.
Clark is famous for his whimsical, inspiring speeches. His quick,
shaft-like humor, his keen, devastating sarcasm, and his rare, resilient
sympathy have made him a personality beloved particularly by young
persons.
They still tell the story on the campus
of an ingenuous youngster who walked into the dean's office one fall, set
his suitcase on the floor, and drawing two one-dollar bills and a
fifty-cent piece from his pocket, laid the money on the big desk, saying:
"That's all the money I have. I've come
to work my way through. Will you help me to get a job?"
In a flash "Tommy" noted the boy's
eager, imaginative brown eyes, his wide, compact lips and strong jaw.
Reaching over, he took the two bills and pocketed them, leaving the
half-dollar.
"The traditional great men," said the
dean, "started their university careers with only fifty cents. I don't
want you to be handicapped, so I'll keep this two dollars. You can get
work at —— Green Street waiting on table for your meals, and the landlady
at —— Chalmers Street wants a student to fire her furnace in exchange for
room rent."
The boy earned his way successfully for
several months. Then suddenly he was taken sick. An operation was
necessary. Mr. Clark wired for a Chicago specialist and paid all expenses
out of his own pocket. The student recovered, and two years after he was
graduated sent "Tommy" a letter enclosing a check for five hundred
dollars. "To redeem my two dollars which you have in trust," the letter
said, "and please use the money as a medical fund for sick students who
need, but cannot afford, Chicago specialists."
The dean has an abnormal memory for
names and faces. Every year he makes a "rogues' gallery"—the photographs
of all incoming freshmen are taken and filed away. And many an humble,
unknown freshman has been exalted by the "Hello, Darby," or "Good morning,
Boschenstein"—or whatever his name happened to be—with which the dean
greeted him.
Mr. Clark once revealed to me the secret
of his life. Fifteen years ago he was professor of English and had strong
literary ambitions, with no little promise. There came the offer of the
office of Dean of Men. He had to choose between writing about peoples
lives or living those lives with people.
And he chose, with the result that at all times of the day and night it's
"Tommy this, and Tommy that"; an accident case may need him at two A.M. in
the hospital, or a crowd of roystering students may necessitate his
missing a night's sleep in order to argue an irate sheriff into the
conviction that they are not robbers and murderers. He has been known to
spend many evenings in the rooms of lonesome students who "need a friend."
"Tommy Arkle" is one of the Middle
West's finest contributions to the modern ideal of human service.
(2)
Two New Machine Guns are Invented for
the U.S. Army by the "Edison of Firearms"
BY HARRY B. HUNT
HARTFORD, CONN., NOV. 12.—"Well, Old J.M.
has done it again."
That is the chief topic of conversation
these days in the big shops of Hartford, New Haven and Bridgeport, where
the bulk of the rifles, pistols and machine guns for Uncle Sam's army is
being turned out.
For in these towns to say that "Old J.M.
has done it again" is the simplest and most direct way of stating that
John M. Browning has invented a new kind of firearm.
This time, however, "Old J.M." has done
it twice. He has invented not one, but two new guns. Both have been
accepted by the United States government, contracts for immense numbers of
each have been signed, and work of production is being pushed night and
day. The new weapons will be put into the field against Germany at the
earliest possible day.
Who is John Browning? You never heard of
him?
Well, Browning is the father of
rapid-fire and automatic firearms. His is the brain behind practically
every basic small firearm invention in the past 40 years. He has been to
the development of firearms what Edison has been to electricity.
"Unquestionably the greatest inventor of
firearms in the world," is the unanimous verdict of the gun experts of the
Colt, Remington and Winchester plants, whose business it is to study and
criticise every development in firearms.
But if Browning is our greatest gun
inventor, he is the most "gun-shy"
genius in the country when it comes to publicity. He would rather face a
machine gun than a reporter.
A few years ago a paper in his home
state—Utah—published a little story about his success as an inventor, and
the story was copied by the Hartford Courant.
"I'd rather have paid $1,000 cash than
have had that stuff printed," Browning says.
Friends, however, who believe that the
world should know something about this firearms wizard, furnish the
following sidelights on his career:
Browning comes from an old-stock Mormon
family of Ogden, Utah. As a young man he was a great hunter, going off
into the woods for a month or six weeks at a time, with only his gun for
company. He was only 24 when he worked out his ideas for a gun carrying a
magazine full of cartridges, which could be fired rapidly in succession.
He pounded out the parts for his first rapid-fire gun with hammer and cold
chisel.
Since that time, pump and "trombone"
shotguns, automatic pistols, rapid-fire rifles produced by the biggest
firearms manufacturers in the country have been Browning's products.
The United States army pistol is a
Browning invention.
A Browning pistol manufactured by the
Fabrique Nationale of Belgium was made the standard equipment for the
armies of Belgium, Russia, Spain, Italy and Serbia.
On completion of the one-millionth
pistol by the Fabrique Nationale, King Albert of Belgium knighted the
modest inventor, so he is now, officially, "Sir" John Browning.
Browning is tall, slender, slightly
stooped, 62, bald except for a rim of gray hair, and wears a closely
clipped gray moustache. His face is marked by a network of fine lines.
Although Browning will not talk of
himself or of his career as an inventor, he can't help talking when the
conversation is turned on guns.
"I always think of a gun as something
that is made primarily to shoot," he says. "The best gun is the simplest
gun. When you begin loading a gun up with a lot of fancy contraptions and
'safety devices,' you are only inviting trouble. You complicate the
mechanism and make that many more places for dirt and grit to clog the
action.
"You can make a gun so 'safe' that it
won't shoot."
Of Browning's new guns it is not, of
course, permissible to give any details. One, however, is a light
rapid-fire gun, weighing only 15
pounds, which can be fired from the shoulder like the ordinary rifle. Each
magazine carries 20 rounds and the empty magazine can be detached and
another substituted by pressing a button.
The heavier gun is a belt-fed machine,
capable of firing 600 shots a minute. Although it is water-cooled, it
weighs, water jacket and all, only 28 pounds. For airplane work, where the
firing is in bursts and the speed of the machine helps cool the gun, the
jacket is discarded and the gun weighs only 20 pounds.
Both guns are counted upon as valuable
additions to the equipment of our overseas forces.
The Narrative in the Third Person.
Although the interview, the personal experience article, and the confession
story are largely narrative, they are always told in the first person,
whereas the term "narrative article" as used in this classification is
applied only to a narrative in the third person. In this respect it is more
like the short story. As in the short story so in the narrative article,
description of persons, places, and objects involved serves to heighten the
effect.
Narrative methods may be employed to
present any group of facts that can be arranged in chronological order. A
process, for example, may be explained by showing a man or a number of men
engaged in the work involved, and by giving each step in the process as
though it were an incident in a story. The story of an invention or a
discovery may be told from the inception of the idea to its realization. A
political situation may be explained by relating the events that led up to
it. The workings of some institution, such as an employment office or a
juvenile court, may be made clear by telling just what takes place in it on
a typical occasion. Historical and biographical material can best be
presented in narrative form.
Suspense, rapid action, exciting
adventure, vivid description, conversation, and all the other devices of the
short story may be introduced into narrative articles to increase the
interest and strengthen the impression. Whenever, therefore, material can be
given a narrative form it is very
desirable to do so. A writer, however, must guard against exaggeration and
the use of fictitious details.
Examples of the Narrative Article.
How narration with descriptive touches and conversation may be effectively
used to explain a new institution like the community kitchen, or the methods
of recruiting employed in the army, is shown in the two articles below. The
first was taken from the New York World, and the second from the
Outlook.
(1)
NOW THE PUBLIC KITCHEN
BY MARIE COOLIDGE RASK
The Community Kitchen Menu
| The Community Kitchen Menu |
| Vegetable soup |
pint, 3¢ |
| Beef stew |
half pint, 4¢ |
| Baked beans |
half pint, 3¢ |
| Two frankfurters, one potato and cup full of boiled
cabbage |
all for 7¢ |
| Rice pudding, |
3¢ |
| Stewed peaches |
3¢ |
| Coffee or cocoa with milk |
half pint, 3¢ |
"My mother wants three cents' worth of
vegetable soup."
"And mine wants enough beef stew for
three of us."
Two battered tin pails were handed up by
small, grimy fingers. Two eager little faces were upturned toward the top
of the bright green counter which loomed before them. Two pairs of roguish
eyes smiled back at the woman who reached over the counter and took the
pails.
"The beef stew will be twelve cents,"
she said. "It is four cents for each half pint, you know."
"I know," answered the youth. "My mother
says when she has to buy the meat and all and cook it and put a quarter in
the gas meter, it's cheaper to get it here. My father got his breakfast
here, too, and it only cost him five cents."
"And was he pleased?" asked the woman,
carefully lowering the filled pail to the outstretched little hand.
"You
bet," chuckled the lad, as he turned and followed the little procession
down the length of the room and out through the door on the opposite side.
The woman was Mrs. William K.
Vanderbilt, jr.
The boy was the son of a 'longshoreman
living on "Death Avenue," in close proximity to the newly established
People's Kitchen, situated on the southeast corner of Tenth Avenue and
West Twenty-seventh Street, New York.
So it is here at last—the much talked
of, long hoped for, community kitchen.
Within three days after its doors had
been opened to the public more than 1,100 persons had availed themselves
of its benefits. Within three years, it is promised, the community kitchen
will have become national in character. Its possibilities for development
are limitless.
Way was blazed for the pioneer kitchen
by Edward F. Brown, executive secretary of the New York school lunch
committee.
The active power behind the cauldrons of
soup, cabbage and frankfurters, beans and rice pudding is vested in Mrs.
James A. Burden, jr., and Mrs. William K. Vanderbilt, jr.
The evolution of the community kitchen
is going to be of interest to every housewife and to every wage earner in
all classes of society.
First of all, let it be distinctly
understood that the kitchen as inaugurated is not a charity. It is social
and philanthropic in character, and it will ultimately reduce the cost of
living by almost 50 per cent. This much has been demonstrated already to
the extent that the Tenth Avenue kitchen has not only paid expenses, but
has so overrun its confines that plans are in preparation for the
establishment of other and larger kitchens in rapid succession.
The object is to give to the purchaser
the maximum quantity of highest grade food, properly cooked, at minimum
cost. This cost includes rent, light, heat, power, interest on investment,
depreciation, cost of food materials, labor and supervision. The principle
is that of barter and sale on an equitable business basis.
The project as now formulated is to
establish for immediate use a small group of public kitchens having one
central depot. This depot will be in constant operation throughout the
twenty-four hours. Here the food will be prepared and distributed to the
smaller kitchens where, by means of steam tables, it can be kept hot and
dispensed. The character of the food to be supplied each
district will be chosen with regard to what the population is accustomed
to, that which is simple and wholesome, which contains bulk, can be
prepared at minimum cost, can be conveniently dispensed and easily carried
away.
Opposite a large school building, in a
small room that had been at one time a saloon, the kitchen of the century
was fitted up and formally opened to the public.
Three long green tables with green
painted benches beside them encircle the room on two sides. Their use was
manifest the second day after the kitchen was opened.
At 4 o'clock in the morning, from
various tenement homes near by, sturdy 'longshoremen and laborers might
have been seen plodding silently from their respective homes, careful not
to disturb their wives and families, and heading straight for the new
kitchen on the corner. From trains running along "Death Avenue" came
blackened trainmen after their night's work. They, too, stopped at the
corner kitchen. By the time the attendant arrived to unlock the doors
forty men were in line waiting for breakfast.
Ten minutes later the three tables were
fully occupied.
"Bread, cereal and coffee for five
cents!" exclaimed one of the men, pushing the empty tray from him, after
draining the last drop of coffee in his mug. "This kitchen's all right."
Noon came. The children from the school
building trooped in.
"My mamma works in a factory," said one.
"I used to get some cakes at a bakery at noontime. Gee! There's raisins in
this rice puddin', ain't there?" He carried the saucerful of pudding over
to the table. "Only three cents," he whispered to the little girl beside
him. "You better get some, too. That'll leave you two cents for a cup of
cocoa."
"Ain't it a cinch!" exclaimed the little
girl.
Behind the counter the women who had
made these things possible smiled happily and dished out pudding, beans
and soup with generous impartiality. The daughter of Mrs. Vanderbilt
appeared.
"I'm hungry, mother," she cried. "I'll
pay for my lunch."
"You'll have to serve yourself," was the
rejoinder of the busy woman with the tin pail in her hand. "There's a tray
at the end of the counter—but don't get in the way."
So rich and poor lunched together.
"Oh, but I'm tired!" exclaimed a woman,
who, satchel in hand, entered, late in the afternoon, "It's hard to go
home and cook after canvassing all day.
Will you mind if I eat supper here?"
Then the women and children poured in
with pails and dishes and pans.
"We're getting used to it now," said
one. "It's just like a store, you know, and it saves us a lot of work—"
"And expense! My land!" cried another.
"Why, my man has only been working half time, and the pennies count when
you've got children to feed and clothe. When I go to work by the day it's
little that's cooked at home. Now—" She presented a dish as the line moved
along. "Beef stew for four," she ordered, "and coffee in this pitcher,
here."
(2)
GATHERING IN THE RAW RECRUIT
BY KINGSLEY MOSES
Men Wanted for the United States Army
A tall, gaunt farmer boy with a very
dirty face and huge gnarled hands stood open-mouthed before the brilliant
poster displayed before the small-town recruiting office. In his rather
dull mind he pictured himself as he would look, straight and dignified, in
the khaki uniform, perhaps even with the three stripes of the sergeant on
his arm.
"Fifteen dollars a month," he thought to
himself, "and board and clothes and lodgings and doctor's bills. Why,
that's more than I'm gettin' now on the farm! I'd see the world; I might
even get to learn a regular trade." He scratched his chin thoughtfully.
"Well, I ain't gettin' nowhere now, that's sure," he concluded, and slowly
climbed the stairs.
This boy had not come to his decision in
a moment. His untrained but thoroughly honest mind worked slowly. He had
been pondering the opportunities of army life for many weeks. The idea had
come to him by chance, he thought.
Over a month ago he had been plowing the
lower forty of Old Man Huggins's farm. The road to the mountains lay along
one side of the field, and as the boy turned and started to plow his
furrow toward the road he noticed that a motor cycle had stopped just
beyond the fence. "Broke down," the boy commented to
himself, as he saw the tan-clad rider dismounting. Over the mule's huge
back he watched as he drew nearer. "Why, the rider was in uniform; he must
be a soldier!"
Sure enough, when the fence was reached
the boy saw that the stranger was dressed in the regulation khaki of Uncle
Sam, with the U.S. in block letters at the vent of the collar and two
stripes on the left sleeve.
"Broke down?" the boy queried, dropping
his plow-handles.
The corporal grunted and continued to
potter with the machine.
"You in the army?" the boy continued,
leaning on the fence.
"You bet!" assented the soldier. Then,
looking up and taking in the big, raw-boned physique of the youngster,
"Ever think of joinin'?"
"Can't say's I did."
"Got any friends in the army?"
"Nope."
"Fine life." The motor cycle was
attracting little of the recruiting officer's attention now, for he was a
recruiting officer, and engaged in one of the most practical phases of his
work.
"Them soldiers have a pretty easy life,
don't they?" Evidently the boy was becoming interested.
The recruiting officer laid down his
tools, pulled out a pipe, and sat down comfortably under a small sycamore
tree at the roadside.
"Not so very easy," he replied, "but
interesting and exciting." He paused for a minute to scrutinize the
prospective recruit more closely. To his experienced eye the boy appeared
desirable. Slouchy, dirty, and lazy-looking, perhaps; but there were
nevertheless good muscles and a strong body under those ragged overalls.
The corporal launched into his story.
For twenty minutes the boy listened
open-mouthed to the stories of post life, where baseball, football, and
boxing divided the time with drilling; of mess-halls where a fellow could
eat all he wanted to, free; of good-fellowship and fraternal pride in the
organization; of the pleasant evenings in the amusement rooms in quarters.
And then of the life of the big world, of which the boy had only dreamed;
of the Western plains, of Texas, the snowy ridges of the great Rockies,
New York, Chicago, San Francisco, the Philippines, Hawaii, the strange
glamour of the tropics, the great wildernesses of the frozen North.
"It seems 'most like as I'd like to
join," was the timid venture.
"What's your name?"
"Steve Bishop."
"All right, Steve, come in and see me
the next time you're in town," said the corporal, rising. "We'll talk it
over."
And, mounting his motor cycle, he was
gone down the road in a whirl of red dust. Nor did the farmer boy think to
wonder at the sudden recovery of the apparently stalled machine.
"Missionary work," explains the
corporal. "We never beg 'em to join; but we do sort of give 'em the idea.
Like joinin' the Masons, you know," he winked, giving me the grip.
So it happened that Steve Bishop mounted
the stairs that day, resolved to join the army if they would take him.
In the small, bare, but immaculately
clean room at the head of the stairs he found his friend the corporal
banging away at a typewriter. "How are you, Steve? Glad to see you," was
the welcome. "Sit down a minute, and we'll talk."
The soldier finished his page, lit his
pipe again, and leisurely swung round in his chair.
"Think you'll like to soldier with us?"
he said.
Unconsciously the boy appreciated the
compliment; it was flattering to be considered on a basis of equality with
this clean-cut, rugged man of the wide world.
"I reckon so," he replied, almost
timidly.
"Well, how old are you, Steve?"
"Twenty-one." The corporal nodded
approval. That was all right, then; no tedious formality of securing
signed permission from parent or guardian was necessary.
Then began a string of personal
questions as to previous employment, education, details of physical
condition, moral record (for the army will have no ex-jailbirds), etc.,
and finally the question, "Why do you want to join?"
"They don't know why I ask that," says
the corporal, "but I have a mighty good reason. From the way a boy answers
I can decide which branch of the service he ought to be connected with. If
he wants to be a soldier just for travel and adventure, I advise the
infantry or the cavalry; but if he seriously wants to learn and study, I
recommend him to the coast artillery or the engineers."
Then comes the physical examination, a
vigorous but not exacting course of sprouts designed to find out if the
applicant is capable of violent exertion and to discover any minor
weaknesses; an examination of eyes, ears, teeth, and nose; and, finally, a
cursory scrutiny for functional disorders.
"I'll take you, Steve," the corporal
finally says. "In about a week we'll send you to the barracks."
"But what am I goin' to do till then? I
ain't got a cent."
"Don't worry about that. You'll eat and
sleep at Mrs. Barrows's,"—naming a good, clean boarding-house in the town,
the owner of which has a yearly contract with the Government to take care
of just such embryo recruits; "in the daytime you can hang around town,
and the police won't bother you if you behave yourself. If they call you
for loafin' tell them you're waitin' to get into the army."
In a week the district recruiting
officer, a young lieutenant, drops in on his regular circuit. The men who
have been accepted by the non-commissioned officer are put through their
paces again, and so expert is the corporal in judging good material that
none of Steve's group of eight are rejected.
"All right," says the corporal when the
lieutenant has gone; "here's your tickets to the training station at
Columbus, Ohio, and twenty-eight cents apiece for coffee on the way. In
these boxes you'll find four big, healthy lunches for each one of you.
That'll keep you until you get to Columbus."
One of the new recruits is given charge
of the form ticket issued by the railway expressly for the Government; is
told that when meal-time comes he can get off the train with the others
and for fifty cents buy a big pail of hot coffee for the bunch at the
station lunch-room. Then the corporal takes them all down to the train,
tells them briefly but plainly what is expected in the way of conduct from
a soldier, and winds up with the admonition: "And, boys, remember this
first of all; the first duty of a soldier is this: do what you're told to
do, do it without question, and do it quick. Good-bye."
In twenty-four hours Steve and his
companions are at the training station, have taken the oath of allegiance,
and are safely and well on their way to full membership in the family of
Uncle Sam.
Value of a Plan. Just as a builder
would hesitate to erect a house without a carefully worked-out plan, so a
writer should be loath to begin an article before he has outlined it fully.
In planning a building, an architect considers how large a house his client
desires, how many rooms he must provide, how the space available may best be
apportioned among the rooms, and what relation the rooms are to bear to one
another. In outlining an article, likewise, a writer needs to determine how
long it must be, what material it should include, how much space should be
devoted to each part, and how the parts should be arranged. Time spent in
thus planning an article is time well spent.
Outlining the subject fully involves
thinking out the article from beginning to end. The value of each item of
the material gathered must be carefully weighed; its relation to the whole
subject and to every part must be considered. The arrangement of the parts
is of even greater importance, because much of the effectiveness of the
presentation will depend upon a logical development of the thought. In the
last analysis, good writing means clear thinking, and at no stage in the
preparation of an article is clear thinking more necessary than in the
planning of it.
Amateurs sometimes insist that it is
easier to write without an outline than with one. It undoubtedly does take
less time to dash off a special feature story than it does to think out all
of the details and then write it. In nine cases out of ten, however, when a
writer attempts to work out an article as he goes along, trusting that his
ideas will arrange themselves, the result is far from a clear, logical,
well-organized presentation of his subject. The common disinclination to
make an outline is usually based on the difficulty
that most persons experience in
deliberately thinking about a subject in all its various aspects, and in
getting down in logical order the results of such thought. Unwillingness to
outline a subject generally means unwillingness to think.
The Length of an Article. The
length of an article is determined by two considerations: the scope of the
subject, and the policy of the publication for which it is intended. A large
subject cannot be adequately treated in a brief space, nor can an important
theme be disposed of satisfactorily in a few hundred words. The length of an
article, in general, should be proportionate to the size and the importance
of the subject.
The deciding factor, however, in fixing
the length of an article is the policy of the periodical for which it is
designed. One popular publication may print articles from 4000 to 6000
words, while another fixes the limit at 1000 words. It would be quite as bad
judgment to prepare a 1000-word article for the former, as it would be to
send one of 5000 words to the latter. Periodicals also fix certain limits
for articles to be printed in particular departments. One monthly magazine,
for instance, has a department of personality sketches which range from 800
to 1200 words in length, while the other articles in this periodical contain
from 2000 to 4000 words.
The practice of printing a column or two
of reading matter on most of the advertising pages influences the length of
articles in many magazines. To obtain an attractive make-up, the editors
allow only a page or two of each special article, short story, or serial to
appear in the first part of the magazine, relegating the remainder to the
advertising pages. Articles must, therefore, be long enough to fill a page
or two in the first part of the periodical and several columns on the pages
of advertising. Some magazines use short articles, or "fillers," to furnish
the necessary reading matter on these advertising pages.
Newspapers of the usual size, with from
1000 to 1200 words in a column, have greater flexibility than magazines in
the matter of make-up, and can, therefore, use special
feature stories of various lengths. The
arrangement of advertisements, even in the magazine sections, does not
affect the length of articles. The only way to determine exactly the
requirements of different newspapers and magazines is to count the words in
typical articles in various departments.
Selection and Proportion. After
deciding on the length of his article, the writer should consider what main
points he will be able to develop in the allotted space. His choice will be
guided by his purpose in writing the article. "Is this point essential to
the accomplishment of my aim?" is the test he should apply. Whatever is
non-essential must be abandoned, no matter how attractive it may be. Having
determined upon the essential topics, he next proceeds to estimate their
relative value for the development of his theme, so that he may give to each
one the space and the prominence that are proportionate to its importance.
Arrangement of Material. The
order in which to present the main topics requires thoughtful study. A
logical development of a subject by which the reader is led, step by step,
from the first sentence to the last in the easiest and most natural way, is
the ideal arrangement. An article should march right along from beginning to
end, without digressing or marking time. The straight line, in writing as in
drawing, is the shortest distance between two points.
In narration the natural order is
chronological. To arouse immediate interest, however, a writer may at times
deviate from this order by beginning with a striking incident and then going
back to relate the events that led up to it. This method of beginning in
medias res is a device well recognized in fiction. In exposition the
normal order is to proceed from the known to the unknown, to dovetail the
new facts into those already familiar to the reader.
When a writer desires by his article to
create certain convictions in the minds of his readers, he should consider
the arrangement best calculated to lead them to form such conclusions. The
most telling effects are produced, not by stating his own conclusions as
strongly as possible, but rather by
skillfully inducing his readers to reach those conclusions by what they
regard as their own mental processes. That is, if readers think that the
convictions which they have reached are their own, and were not forced upon
them, their interest in these ideas is likely to be much deeper and more
lasting. It is best, therefore, to understate conclusions or to omit them
entirely. In all such cases the writer's aim in arranging his material
should be to direct his readers' train of thought so that, after they have
finished the last sentence, they will inevitably form the desired
conclusion.
With the main topics arranged in the
best possible order, the writer selects from his available material such
details as he needs to amplify each point. Examples, incidents, statistics,
and other particulars he jots down under each of the chief heads. The
arrangement of these details, in relation both to the central purpose and to
each other, requires some consideration, for each detail must have its
logical place in the series. Having thus ordered his material according to a
systematic plan, he has before him a good working outline to guide him in
writing.
Planning a Typical Article. The
process of gathering, evaluating, and organizing material may best be shown
by a concrete example. The publication in a New York paper of a news story
to the effect that the first commencement exercises were about to be held in
the only factory school ever conducted in the city, suggested to a special
feature writer the possibility of preparing an article on the work of the
school. To obtain the necessary material, he decided to attend the exercises
and to interview both the principal of the school and the head of the
factory. In thinking over the subject beforehand, he jotted down these
points upon which to secure data: (1) the origin and the purpose of the
school; (2) its relation to the work of the factory; (3) the methods of
instruction; (4) the kind of pupils and the results accomplished for them;
(5) the cost of the school; (6) its relation to the public school system. At
the close of the graduation exercises, he secured the
desired interviews with the teacher in
charge and with the head of the firm, copied typical examples from the
exhibition of the pupils' written work, and jotted down notes on the
decoration and furnishing of the schoolroom. Since the commencement
exercises had been reported in the newspapers, he decided to refer to them
only incidentally in his story.
After considering the significance of
the work of the school and what there was about it that would appeal to
different classes of readers, he decided to write his story for the magazine
section of the New York newspaper that he believed was most generally read
by business men who operated factories similar to the one described. His
purpose he formulated thus: "I intend to show how illiterate immigrant girls
can be transformed quickly into intelligent, efficient American citizens by
means of instruction in a factory school; this I wish to do by explaining
what has been accomplished in this direction by one New York factory." He
hoped that his article would lead readers to encourage the establishment of
similar schools as a means of Americanizing alien girls. The expository type
of article containing concrete examples, description, and interviews he
concluded to adopt as the form best suited to his subject.
The average length of the special
feature stories, in the magazine section of the paper to which he intended
to submit the article, proved to be about 2000 words. In order to accomplish
his purpose in an article of this length, he selected five main topics to
develop: (1) the reasons that led the firm to establish the school; (2) the
results obtained; (3) the methods of instruction; (4) the cost of the
school; (5) the schoolroom and its equipment.
"What part of my material will make the
strongest appeal to the readers of this newspaper?" was the question he
asked himself, in order to select the best point with which to begin his
article. The feature that would attract the most attention, he believed, was
the striking results obtained by the school in a comparatively short time.
In reviewing the several types of
beginnings to determine which would best suit the presentation of these
remarkable results, he found two possibilities: first, the summary lead with
a striking statement for the first sentence; and second, a concrete example
of the results as shown by one of the pupils. He found, however, that he did
not have sufficient data concerning any one girl to enable him to tell the
story of her transformation as an effective concrete case. He determined,
therefore, to use a striking statement as the feature of a summary lead.
From his interview with the head of the
firm, and from a formal statement of the purpose of the school printed on
the commencement program, he obtained the reasons why the school had been
established. These he decided to give verbatim in direct quotation
form.
To show most interestingly the results
of the teaching, he picked out four of the six written exercises that he had
copied from those exhibited on the walls of the schoolroom. The first of
these dealt with American history, the second with thrift and business
methods, and the third with personal hygiene. For the fourth he selected the
work of a woman of forty whose struggles to get into the school and to learn
to write the teacher had described to him.
Figures on the cost of the school he had
secured from the head of the firm according to his preliminary plan. These
covered the expense both to the employers and to the city.
His description of the schoolroom he
could base on his own observation, supplemented by the teacher's
explanations.
For his conclusion he determined to
summarize the results of this experiment in education as the firm stated
them on the commencement program, and to give his own impression of the
success of the school. Thus he sought to give final reinforcement to the
favorable impression of the school that he wished his article to create,
with the aim of leading readers to reach the conclusion that such schools
should be encouraged as invaluable aids to the Americanization of alien
girls.
Outlining the Article. Having
selected the main topics and having decided in a general way how he intended
to develop each one, he then fixed upon the best order in which to present
them.
After his introduction giving the
striking results of the school in a summary lead, it seemed logical to
explain the firm's purpose in undertaking this unusual enterprise. He
accordingly jotted down for his second topic, "Purpose in establishing the
school," with the two sub-topics, "Firm's statement on program" and "Head of
firm's statement in interview."
The methods of-instruction by which the
remarkable success was attained, impressed him as the next important point.
His readers, having learned the results and the purpose of the school, would
naturally want to know by what methods these girls had been transformed in
so short a time. As his third topic, therefore, he put down, "Methods of
instruction."
For his fourth division he had to choose
between (1) the results as shown by the pupils' written work, (2) the cost
of the school, and (3) the schoolroom and its equipment. From the point of
view of logical order either the results or the schoolroom might have been
taken up next, but, as all the explanations of the methods of instruction
were quoted directly in the words of the teacher, and as the pupils'
exercises were to be given verbatim, he thought it best to place his
own description of the schoolroom between these two quoted parts. Greater
variety, he foresaw, would result from such an arrangement. "The
schoolroom," then, became the fourth topic.
Since the pupils' work which he planned
to reproduce had been exhibited on the walls of the schoolroom, the
transition from the description of the room to the exhibits on the walls was
an easy and logical one.
By this process of elimination, the cost
of the school became the sixth division, to be followed by the summary
conclusion.
He then proceeded to fill in the details
needed to develop each of these main
topics, always keeping his general purpose in mind. The result of this
organization of material was the following outline:
I.
Summary lead
1. Striking results—time required
2. Commencement—when and where held
3. Graduates—number, nationality,
certificates
4. School—when and where established
5. Example to other firms
II. Purpose of school
1. Firm's statement on commencement
program
2. Head of firm's statement in interview
III. Methods of instruction
1. Practical education
2. Letter writing—geography, postal
regulations, correspondence
3. Arithmetic—money, expense accounts,
reports of work
4. Civics—history, biography, holidays,
citizenship, patriotism
5. Personal hygiene—cleanliness, physical
culture, first aid, food
6. Cotton goods—growing cotton, spinning,
shipping
7. Means of communication—telephone,
directory, map of city, routes of travel, telephone book
8. Study outside of classroom
IV. The schoolroom
1. Location—floor space, windows
2. Decorations—flowers, motto, photograph
of Miss Jessie Wilson
3. Furnishings—piano, phonograph
4. Library—reading to the girls, The
Promised Land, Mary Antin, library cards
V. Results shown by pupils' work
1. Italian's theme and her remarkable
progress
2. Russian's essay on saving
3. Polish girl's exercise about picture
4. Woman of forty and her work
VI. Cost of school
1.
Expense to firm
2. Cost to Board of Education—salaries and
supplies
3. Entire cost per pupil
4. Returns to firm outweigh cost, says
employer
VII. Summary conclusion
1. Results quoted from program
2. Impression made by girls receiving
diplomas
The Completed Article. Since the
establishment of a school in a factory was the novel feature of the
enterprise, he worked out a title based on this idea, with a sub-title
presenting the striking results accomplished by the school. The completed
article follows, with a brief analysis of the methods used in developing the
outline.
| How Alien Girls are being Changed
into Intelligent American Workers by Instruction during Working Hours |
| In from twenty to thirty-five weeks an
illiterate immigrant girl can be transformed into an intelligent,
efficient American citizen, in this city, without interfering with the
daily work by which she earns her living. Only forty-five minutes a
day in a factory schoolroom is required to accomplish such striking
results. |
I. SUMMARY LEAD 1. Striking results
Striking statement in two sentence to avoid unwieldy sentence.
|
| This has just been demonstrated at the
first commencement of the only school conducted in a New York factory.
The classes have been held on one of the upper floors of the white
goods factory of D. E. Sicher & Co., 49 West 21st Street, where the
graduation exercises were held last Thursday evening. |
2. Commencement Timeliness brought out immediately after striking
statement
Address has local interest
|
| Forty girls—Italians, Poles, Russians,
Hungarians, Austrians among the number—received the first
"certificates of literacy" ever issued by the Board of Education.
Twenty weeks ago many of these young women could not speak English;
many of them had never been to school a day in their lives. Every one
present on Thursday night felt that this was indeed a commencement for
these girls. |
3. Graduates Note concrete details
Striking results emphasized by device of contrast
Impression on audience of remarkable results
|
| It is due to the instruction of Miss
Florence Meyers, formerly a public school teacher, that the girls can
now speak English, write good letters, make out money-orders, cash
checks, and send telegrams. They have also been taught the principles
of our government, the importance of personal hygiene, and the
processes by which cotton goods used in their work are manufactured. |
Teacher's name has local interest Additional concrete details of
striking results
|
| The school was organized this year at
the suggestion of Dudley E. Sicher, head of the firm, in coöperation
with the Board of Education, and has been under the supervision of
Miss Lizzie E. Rector, Public School No. 4, Manhattan. |
4. School Principal and school have local interest.
|
| What has been accomplished in this
factory, which is the largest white goods muslin underwear plant in
the world, will doubtless serve as an example to be followed by other
firms. |
5. Example to other firms Veiled suggestion to readers
|
| Its purpose the firm expresses in these
words: "To hasten assimilation necessary to national unity, to promote
industrial betterment, by reducing the friction caused by failure to
comprehend directions, and to decrease the waste and loss of wage
incidental to the illiterate worker." |
II. PURPOSE OF SCHOOL 1. Firm's statement
Statement in general terms
|
| "When a girl understands English and has
been taught American business and factory methods," says Mr. Sicher,
"she doesn't hesitate and blunder; she understands what she is told
and she does it. |
2. Head of firm's statement
|
| "Intelligent employees do much better
work than illiterate ones, and since we can afford to pay them better
wages, they are much more contented. From a business point of view,
the school is a good investment." |
Statement in concrete terms
|
| The instruction that has accomplished
such remarkable results has been eminently practical. "There was no
time to spend in teaching the girls anything but the most necessary
things," explains Miss Meyers, "for I could have each one of them for
only forty-five minutes a day, and there was much to be done in that
time. |
III. METHODS OF INSTRUCTION 1. Practical education
Teacher's statement of her problem
|
| "Here was a girl, for example, who could
hardly say 'good morning.' Here was another who had never written a
word in her life, either in English or in any other language. The
problem was how to give each of them what she most needed in the short
time allotted every day. This essentially practical training I
organized under several subjects, each of which was broadly inclusive. |
Problem concretely shown Statement of general plan
|
| "When I undertook to teach letter
writing, it meant teaching the English language, as well as writing
and spelling. It meant teaching the geography of the country, the
postal regulations, and the forms of business and personal
correspondence. |
2. Letter writing
|
| "In teaching arithmetic, I use money and
show them how to make change by means of addition, subtraction, and
division. I also ask them to keep personal expense accounts and to
make out reports of the work that they do. |
3. Arithmetic
|
| "Civics included American history, the
lives of our statesmen—for these girls are so eager to be true
Americans that they want to know about our great men—the origin of
legal holidays, the merits of our system of government, the meaning of
citizenship, and the essence of patriotism. |
4. Civics
|
| "Hygiene is another important subject.
American standards of living, personal cleanliness, and sanitary
regulations have to be emphasized. To aid in counteracting the effects
of long hours at the sewing machines, we have physical culture
exercises. Instruction in first aid measures is also given so that
they will know what to do in case of an accident. The nutritive value
of different foods in relation to their cost is discussed to enable
them to maintain their health by a proper diet. |
5. Personal hygiene
|
| "As these young women are engaged in
making muslin underwear, it seemed desirable for them to know where
cotton grows, how it is spun, where the mills are and how it is
shipped to New York. After they understand the various processes
through which the material goes before it reaches them, they take much
more interest in their work, as a part of the manufacture of cotton
goods into clothing." |
6. Cotton goods
|
| The use of the telephone, the telegraph,
the subway, surface lines, and railways is another subject of
instruction. A dummy 'phone, telegraph blanks, the city directory,
maps with routes of rapid transit lines, and the telephone book, are
some of the practical laboratory apparatus and textbooks that are
employed. |
7. Means of communication Method of presentation in this paragraph
changed for variety
|
| "We encourage them to learn for
themselves outside of school hours many of the necessary things that
we have not time for in the classroom," says the teacher. |
8. Study outside of classroom
|
| To reach the schoolroom in which this
work has been carried on, you take the elevator to the last floor but
one of the factory building. There you find only a portion of the
floor space cleared for tables and chairs. It is a clean, airy room
with big windows opening on the street, made gay with boxes of
flowers. |
IV. THE SCHOOLROOM 1. Location
Note effect of using "you"
|
| Flags of many nations about the room
appropriately represent the many nationalities among the pupils. On
one wall hangs a card with the legend:
Four things come not back:
The spoken word
The sped arrow
The past life
The neglected opportunity.
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2. Decorations Note character of decorations selected
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| A photograph of Miss Jessie Wilson, now
Mrs. Francis B. Sayre, occupies the space between the two windows. The
picture was presented to the girls by Miss Wilson herself, just before
she was married, when a party of them with Miss Meyers went to
Washington to give her a white petticoat they had made themselves, as
a wedding present. After Miss Wilson had shown them through the White
House and they had seen her wedding presents, she gave them this
signed photograph. |
This shows enterprising spirit on the part of teacher, girls, and
firm
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| A piano and a phonograph at one end of
the room make it possible for the girls to enjoy dancing during the
noon hours on three days of the week, and to have musicals on other
occasions. |
3.Furnishings
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| Shelves filled with books line the walls
of a smaller office room opening off the schoolroom. On two days of
the week during the noon hour, the teacher read aloud to the girls
until they were able to read for themselves. Then they were permitted
to take books home with them. Besides this, they have been encouraged
to use the public libraries, after being shown how to make out
applications for library cards. |
4.Library
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| "One girl is reading 'The Promised
Land,' by Mary Antin," Miss Meyers tells you, "and thinks it is a
wonderful book. She was so much interested in it that I asked her to
tell the others about it. Although a little shy at first, she soon
forgot herself in her eagerness to relate Miss Antin's experiences.
She told the story with such dramatic effect that she quite carried
away her classmates. If we had done no more than to teach this girl to
read a book that meant so much to her, I believe our school would have
justified its existence." |
Concrete example has "human interest," as related in the teacher's
own words
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| Mary Antin herself accepted the girls'
invitation to attend the graduation exercises, and made a short
address. |
Is this paragraph out of logical order?
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| The pupils' written work was exhibited
on the walls of the room on the occasion of the exercises, and showed
conclusively the proficiency that they have attained. |
V. RESULTS SHOWN BY PUPILS' WORK
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| The greatest progress made by any of the
pupils was probably that of an Italian girl. Before coming to this
country, she had attended school and besides this she had been
teaching her father at night whatever she had learned during the day.
Her short essay on her adopted country read: |
1. Italian's theme and progress Example of greatest progress is
put first
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This country is the United States of America. It is the land of
freedom and liberty, because the people govern themselves. All
citizens love their country, because they know that this freedom was
earned by men who gave their lives for it. The United States is in
North America. North America is one of the greatest divisions of the
earth. North America was discovered on October 12, 1492, by
Christopher Columbus.
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Note use of narrow measure without quotation marks for examples
quoted
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| The fact that Columbus, one of her
countrymen, had discovered the country in which she and her father had
found a new life, doubtless appealed to her keen imagination. |
Is this comment by the writer effective?
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That a Russian girl appreciated the
lessons she had received in the value of opening a dime-savings
account, is indicated by this composition:
I must save money out of my earnings to put in the bank. I know that
money is safe in the bank. To deposit means to put money in the
bank.
Cashing a cheque means changing a cheque for money.
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2. Russian's essay on saving
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| How practical lessons in personal
hygiene may be emphasized in connection with the teaching of
composition was illustrated in an essay of a Polish girl written under
a picture of a woman combing her hair: |
3. Polish girl's essay
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She wished to comb her hair. She takes the comb in her hand.
She combs her hair.
She wishes to brush her hair.
She takes the brush in her hand.
She brushes her hair.
She combs and brushes her hair every morning.
She washes her hair often with soap and water.
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| The pathetic eagerness of one woman of
forty to learn to read and write was told by Miss Meyers in connection
with one of the pieces of work exhibited. |
4. Woman of forty and her work
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| "She was an old woman; at least she
seems to me to be over fifty, although she gave her age as only
forty," explained the teacher. "She couldn't read or even write her
name. Despite her age, she begged for a long time to be permitted to
enter the school, but there were so many young girls who desired to
learn that they were given the preference. She pleaded so hard that
finally I asked to have her admitted on trial." |
"Human interest" appeal heightened by quoting teacherverbatim
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| "It was hard work to teach her,"
continued Miss Meyers as she pointed to some of the woman's writing.
The first attempts were large, irregular letters that sprawled over
the sheet like the work of a child when it begins to write. After
twenty weeks of struggle, her work took on a form that, although still
crude, was creditable for one who had never written until she was over
forty. "Her joy at her success was great enough to repay me many times
over for my efforts to teach her," remarked Miss Meyers. |
Progress in penmanship could not be shown by quoting exercise
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| The exact cost to the firm of conducting
the school, including the wages paid for the time spent by the girls
in the classroom, has been itemized by Mr. Sicher for the year just
closed, as follows: |
VI. COST OF SCHOOL 1. Expense to firm
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| Floor space |
$175.00 |
| Rent, light, and heat |
105.00 |
| Janitor |
357.00 |
| Wages at 17¢ an hr., 40 girls |
375.00 |
| Total cost, 40 girls |
$672.00 |
| Total cost per girl |
16.80 |
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Short table of figures is comprehensible and not uninteresting
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| The Board of Education, for its part of
the school, paid out $560 for the teacher's salary and for supplies.
This was an expense of $14.80 for each pupil. |
2. Cost to Board of Education
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| The entire cost for educating each one
of the forty girl workers, therefore, was only $31.60. |
3. Entire cost per pupil
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| That this money has been well spent is
the opinion of the employer, for the school work increases the
efficiency in the factory sufficiently to make up for the time taken
out of working hours. |
4. Returns outweigh cost
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| "I would rather have these girls in my
employ whom I can afford to pay from ten to twenty dollars a week,"
declares Mr. Sicher, "than many more whom I have to pay low wages
simply because they aren't worth higher ones. From a business point of
view, it saves space and space is money." |
Head of firm's statement given to convince readers
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| That the result has been what the firm
had anticipated in establishing the school is shown by the following
statement which was made on the commencement program: "It is the
present belief of the firm that the workers who have been thus trained
have gained from 20 to 70 per cent in efficiency." |
VII. SUMMARY CONCLUSION 1. Results quoted from program
Note appeal of "efficiency" to practical readers
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| How much the girls themselves have
gained more vital to them even than efficiency was very evident to
everyone who looked into their faces as they received the certificates
that recognize them as "Literate American Citizens." |
2. Impression given by girls Note patriotic appeal in closing
phrase, which was a happy choice.
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Another Article on the Same Subject.
This commencement at the factory school furnished another writer, Nixola
Greeley Smith, with material for a special feature story which was sent out
by a syndicate, the Newspaper Enterprise Association, for publication in
several hundred newspapers. Her story contains only 375 words and is thus
less than one fifth the length of the other article. The author centers the
interest in one of the pupils, and shows the value of the school in terms of
this girl's experience. The girl's own account of what the school has meant
to her makes a strong "human interest" appeal. By thus developing one
concrete example effectively, the author is able to arouse more interest in
the results of the school than she would have done if in the same space she
had attempted to give a greater number of facts about it. Unlike the longer
article, her story probably would not suggest to the reader the possibility
of undertaking a similar enterprise, because it does not give enough details
about the organization and methods of the school to show how the idea could
be applied elsewhere.
The beginning of the shorter story was
doubtless suggested by the presence at the exercises of Mary Antin, the
author of "The Promised Land," who addressed the girls. The first sentence
of it piques our curiosity to know how "the promised land" has kept its
promise, and the story proceeds to tell us. The article, with an analysis of
its main points, follows:
| "The promised land" has kept its promise
to Rebecca Meyer! |
I. STORY OF REBECCA MEYER
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| Eight months ago an illiterate Austrian
immigrant girl, unable to speak or write English, went to work in a
New York garment factory. |
1. Striking statement beginning Note effective use of device of
contrast
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| To-day, speaking and writing fluently
the language of her adopted country, proficient in other studies, she
proudly cherishes the first "certificate of literacy" issued by a
factory—a factory which has paid her for going to school during
working hours! |
Second and third paragraphs show striking results in one concrete
case.
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| It was Rebecca Meyer who received this
first certificate, at the graduation exercises held on the top floor
of the big women's wear factory of D.E. Sicher & Co. It was Rebecca
Meyer who delivered the address of welcome to the members of the board
of education, the members of the firm, her fellow employees, and all
the others gathered at these exercises—the first of their kind ever
held in any commercial establishment, anywhere! |
2. Commencement Note that Rebecca is the central figure
Dash used to set off unique element
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| "Isn't it wonderful!" she said. "When I
came from Austria, I hoped to find work. That was all. How I should
learn to speak the English language, I did not know. It might take me
years, I thought. That I should go to school every day, while I
worked—who could dream of such a thing? It could not be in any other
country except America." |
3. Rebecca's statement Slightly unidiomatic English is suggestive
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| Dudley E. Sicher, head of the firm, in
whose workrooms a regularly organized class of the New York public
schools has held its sessions all winter, stood smiling in the
background. Mr. Sicher is president of the Cotton Goods Manufacturers'
Association. It was he who conceived the idea, about a year ago, of
increasing the efficiency of his women employees by giving them an
education free of cost, during working hours. |
II. STORY OF THE SCHOOL 1. Origin of school
Note method of introducing head of firm
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| "One of the first and most noticeable
results of the factory school has been a marked decrease in the
friction and the waste of time caused by the inability of employees to
comprehend directions. A girl who understands English, and has been
enabled thereby to school herself in factory methods and conditions,
doesn't hesitate and blunder; she understands, and does. And what
then? Why, higher pay." |
2. Results of school Statement of head of firm
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| No wonder Rebecca Meyer is grateful for
the 45 minutes a day in which button-sewing has given place to
study—no wonder she thinks America must be the wonderland of all the
world! |
III. CONCLUSION Rebecca again made the central figure
Appeal to reader's pride in his country.
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Articles Composed of Units. The
study of the two special feature stories on the factory school shows how
articles of this type are built up out of a number of units, such as
examples, incidents, and statistics. A similar study of the other types of
articles exemplified in Chapter V will show that they also are made up of
various kinds of units. Again, if we turn to the types of beginnings
illustrated in Chapter VII, we shall find that they, too, are units, which
in some cases might have been used in the body of the article instead of as
an introduction. Since, then, every division of a subject may be regarded as
a unit that is complete in itself whatever its position in the article, each
of the several kinds of units may be studied separately. For this purpose we
may discuss five common types of units: (1) examples, (2) incidents, (3)
statistics, (4) scientific and technical processes, and (5) recipes and
directions.
Methods of Developing Units. In
order to present these units most effectively, and to vary the form of
presentation when occasion demands, a writer needs to be familiar with the
different methods of developing each one of these types. Four common methods
of handling material within these units
are: (1) exposition, narration, or description in the writer's own words;
(2) dialogue; (3) the interview; (4) direct or indirect quotation.
Statistics and recipes may also be given in tabular form.
When a unit may be developed with equal
effectiveness by any one of several methods, a writer should choose the one
that gives variety to his article. If, for example, the units just before
and after the one under consideration are to be in direct quotation, he
should avoid any form that involves quoted matter.
Examples. In all types of
articles the concrete example is the commonest and most natural means of
explaining a general idea. To most readers, for instance, the legal
provisions of an old age pension law would be neither comprehensible nor
interesting, but a story showing how a particular old man had been benefited
by the law would appeal to practically every one. That is, to explain the
operation and advantages of such a law, we give, as one unit, the concrete
example of this old man. Actual examples are preferable to hypothetical
ones, but the latter may occasionally be used when real cases are not
available. Imaginary instances may be introduced by such phrases as, "If,
for example," or "Suppose, for instance, that."
To explain why companies that insure
persons against loss of their jewelry are compelled to investigate
carefully every claim filed with them, a writer in the Buffalo News
gave several cases in which individuals supposed that they were entitled
to payment for losses although subsequent investigation showed that they
had not actually sustained any loss. One of these cases, that given below,
he decided to relate in his own words, without conversation or quotation,
although he might have quoted part of the affidavit, or might have given
the dialogue between the detective and the woman who had lost the pin. No
doubt he regarded the facts themselves, together with the suspense as to
the outcome of the search, as sufficiently interesting to render
unnecessary any other device for creating interest.
Another woman of equal wealth and equally
undoubted honesty lost a horseshoe diamond pin. She and her maid looked
everywhere, as they thought, but failed to find it. So she made her "proof
of loss" in affidavit form and asked the surety company with which she
carried the policy on all her jewelry to replace the article.
She said in her affidavit that she had
worn the pin in a restaurant a few nights before and had lost it that
night, either in the restaurant or on her way there or back. The
restaurant management had searched for it, the restaurant help had been
questioned closely, the automobile used that night had been gone over
carefully, and the woman's home had been ransacked. Particular attention
had been given to the gown worn by the woman on that occasion; every inch
of it had been examined with the idea that the pin, falling from its
proper place, had caught in the folds.
The surety company assigned one of its
detectives to look for the pin. From surface indications the loss had the
appearance of a theft—an "inside job." The company, however, asked that
its detective be allowed to search the woman's house itself. The request
was granted readily. The detective then inquired for the various gowns
which the woman had worn for dress occasions within the preceding several
weeks.
This line of investigation the owner
of the pin considered a waste of time, since she remembered distinctly
wearing the pin to the restaurant on that particular night, and her
husband also remembered seeing it that night and put his memory in
affidavit form. But the detective persisted and with the help of a maid
examined carefully those other gowns.
In the ruffle at the bottom of one of
them, worn for the last time at least a week before the visit to the
restaurant, she found the pin. The woman and her husband simply had been
mistaken—honestly mistaken. She hadn't worn the pin to the restaurant, and
her husband hadn't seen it that night. The error was unintentional, but it
came very near costing the surety company a large sum of money.
The benefits of a newly established
clinic for animals were demonstrated in a special feature article in the
New York Times by the selection of several animal patients as typical
cases. Probably the one given below did not seem
to the writer to be sufficiently striking
if only the bare facts were given, and so he undertook to create sympathy by
describing the poor, whimpering little dog and the distress of the two young
women. By arousing the sympathies of the readers, he was better able to
impress them with the benefits of the clinic.
The other day Daisy, a little fox
terrier, was one of the patients. She was a pretty little thing, three
months old, with a silky coat and big, pathetic eyes. She was escorted to
the clinic by two hatless young women, in shawls, and three children. The
children waited outside in the reception room, standing in a line,
grinning self-consciously, while the women followed Daisy into the
examination room. There she was gently muzzled with a piece of bandage,
and the doctor examined her. There was something the matter with one hind
leg, and the poor little animal whimpered pitifully, as dogs do, while the
doctor searched for a broken bone. It was too much for one of the women.
She left the room, and, standing outside the door, put her fingers in her
ears, while the tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Well, I wouldn't cry for a dog," said a
workman, putting in some S.P.C.A. receiving boxes, with a grin, while the
three children—and children are always more or less little savages—grinned
sympathetically. But it was a very real sorrow for Daisy's mistress.
There was no reason for alarm; it was
only a sprain, caused by her mistress' catching the animal by the leg when
she was giving her a bath. Her friends were told to take her home, bathe
the leg with warm water, and keep her as quiet as possible. Her mistress,
still with a troubled face, wrapped her carefully in the black shawl she
was wearing, so that only the puppy's little white head and big, soft eyes
peeped out, and the small procession moved away.
In a special feature story designed to
show how much more intelligently the first woman judge in this country could
deal with cases of delinquent girls in the juvenile court than could the
ordinary police court judge, a writer selected several cases that she had
disposed of in her characteristic way. The first case, which follows, he
decided could best be reported verbatim, as by that method he
could show most clearly the kindly attitude
of the judge in dealing with even the least appreciative of girls.
The first case brought in the other day
was that of a girl of 16, who hated her home and persisted in running
away, sometimes to a married sister, and sometimes to a friend. She was
accompanied by her mother and older sister, both with determined lower
jaws and faces as hard as flint. She swaggered into the room in an
impudent way to conceal the fact that her bravado was leaving her.
"Ella," said Miss Bartelme, looking up
from her desk, "why didn't you tell me the truth when you came in here the
other day? You did not tell me where you had been. Don't you understand
that it is much easier for me to help you if you speak the truth right
away?"
Ella hung her head and said nothing.
The older sister scowled at the girl and muttered something to the mother.
"No," refused the mother, on being
questioned. "We don't want nothing more to do with her."
"Humph," snorted Ella, "you needn't
think I want to come back. I don't want nothing more to do with you,
either."
Miss Bartelme often lets the family
fight things out among themselves; for in this way, far more than by
definite questioning, she learns the attitude of the girl and the family
toward each other, and indirectly arrives at most of the actual facts of
the case.
"How would you like to go into a good
home where some one would love you and care for you?" asked the judge.
"I don't want nobody to love me."
"Why, Ella, wouldn't you like to have
a kind friend, somebody you could confide in and go walking with and who
would be interested in you?"
"I don't want no friends. I just want
to be left alone."
"Well, Ella," said the judge,
patiently, ignoring her sullenness, "I think we shall send you back to
Park Ridge for a while. But if you ever change your mind about wanting
friends let us know, because we'll be here and shall feel the same way as
we do now about it."
To explain to readers of the Kansas
City Star how a bloodhound runs down a criminal, a special feature
writer asked them to imagine that a crime had been committed at a particular
corner in that city and that a bloodhound had been brought to track the
criminal; then he told them what would
happen if the crime were committed, first, when the streets were deserted,
or second, when they were crowded. In other words, he gave two imaginary
instances to illustrate the manner in which bloodhounds are able to follow a
trail. Obviously these two hypothetical cases are sufficiently plausible and
typical to explain the idea.
If a bloodhound is brought to the scene
of the crime within a reasonable length of time after it has been
committed, and the dog has been properly trained, he will unfailingly run
down the criminal, provided, of course, that thousands of feet have not
tramped over the ground.If, for
instance, a crime were committed at Twelfth and Walnut streets at 3
o'clock in the morning, when few persons are on the street, a well-trained
bloodhound would take the trail of the criminal at daybreak and stick to
it with a grim determination that appears to be uncanny, and he would
follow the trail as swiftly as if the hunted man had left his shadow all
along the route.
But let the crime be committed at noon
when the section is alive with humanity and remain undiscovered until
after dark, then the bloodhound is put at a disadvantage and his wonderful
powers would fail him, no doubt.
Incidents. Narrative articles,
such as personal experience stories, confessions, and narratives in the
third person, consist almost entirely of incidents. Dialogue and description
are very frequently employed in relating incidents, even when the greater
part of the incident is told in the writer's own words. The incidents given
as examples of narrative beginnings on pages 135-37 are sufficient to
illustrate the various methods of developing incidents as units.
Statistics. To make statistical
facts comprehensible and interesting is usually a difficult problem for the
inexperienced writer. Masses of figures generally mean very little to the
average reader. Unless the significance of statistics can be quickly
grasped, they are almost valueless as a means of explanation. One method of
simplifying them is to translate them into terms with which the average
reader is familiar. This may often be done by reducing
large figures to smaller ones. Instead of
saying, for example, that a press prints 36,000 newspapers an hour, we may
say that it prints 10 papers a second, or 600 a minute. To most persons
36,000 papers an hour means little more than a large number, but 10 papers
and one second are figures sufficiently small to be understood at a glance.
Statistics sometimes appear less formidable if they are incorporated in an
interview or in a conversation.
In undertaking to explain the advantages
of a coöperative community store, a writer was confronted with the problem
of handling a considerable number of figures. The first excerpt below shows
how he managed to distribute them through several paragraphs, thus avoiding
any awkward massing of figures. In order to present a number of comparative
prices, he used the concrete case, given below, of an investigator making a
series of purchases at the store.
(1)
(2)
Since to the average newspaper reader it
would not mean much to say that the cost of the public schools amounted to
several hundred thousand dollars a year, a special feature writer calculated
the relation of the school appropriation to the total municipal expenditure
and then presented the results as fractions of a dollar, thus:
How statistics may be effectively
embodied in an interview is demonstrated by the following excerpt from a
special feature story on a workmen's compensation law administered by a
state industrial board:
Judge J.B. Vaughn, who is at the head of
the board, estimates that the system of settling compensation by means of
a commission instead of by the regular courts has saved the state
$1,000,000 a year since its inception in 1913. "Under the usual court
proceedings," he says, "each case of an injured workman versus his
employer costs from $250 to $300. Under the workings of the industrial
board the average cost is no more than $20.
"In three and one-half years 8,000 cases
have come before us. Nine out of every ten have been adjusted by our eight
picked arbitrators, who tour the
state, visiting promptly each scene of an accident and adjusting the
compensation as quickly as possible. The tenth case, which requires a
lengthier or more painstaking hearing, is brought to the board.
"Seven million dollars has been in
this time ordered to be paid to injured men and their families. Of this no
charge of any sort has been entered against the workers or their
beneficiaries. The costs are taken care of by the state. Fully 90 per cent
of all the cases are settled within the board, which means that only 10
per cent are carried further into the higher courts for settlement."
Processes. To make scientific and
technical processes sufficiently simple to appeal to the layman, is another
problem for the writer of popular articles. A narrative-descriptive
presentation that enables the reader to visualize and follow the process,
step by step, as though it were taking place before his eyes, is usually the
best means of making it both understandable and interesting.
In a special feature story on methods of
exterminating mosquitoes, a writer in the Detroit News undertook to
trace the life history of a mosquito. In order to popularize these
scientific details, he describes a "baby mosquito" in a concrete, informal
manner, and, as he tells the story of its life, suggests or points out
specifically its likeness to a human being.
The baby mosquito is a regular little
water bug. You call him a "wiggler" when you see him swimming about in a
puddle. His head is wide and flat and his eyes are set well out at the
sides, while in front of them he has a pair of cute little horns or
feelers. While the baby mosquito is brought up in the water, he is an
air-breather and comes to the top to breathe as do frogs and musk-rats and
many other water creatures of a higher order.
Like most babies the mosquito larva
believes that his mission is to eat as much as he can and grow up very
fast. This he does, and if the weather is warm and the food abundant, he
soon outgrows his skin. He proceeds to grow a new skin underneath the old
one, and when he finds himself protected, he bursts out of his old clothes
and comes out in a spring suit. This molting process occurs several times
within a week or two, but the last time he takes on another form. He is
then called a pupa, and is in a
strange transition period during which he does not eat. He now slowly
takes on the form of a true mosquito within his pupal skin or shell.
After two or three days, or perhaps
five or six, if conditions are not altogether favorable, he feels a great
longing within him to rise to something higher. His tiny shell is floating
upon the water with his now winged body closely packed within. The skin
begins to split along the back and the true baby mosquito starts to work
himself out. It is a strenuous task for him and consumes many minutes.
At last he appears and sits dazed and
exhausted, floating on his old skin as on a little boat, and slowly
working his new wings in the sunlight, as if to try them out before
essaying flight. It is a moment of great peril. A passing ripple may swamp
his tiny craft and shipwreck him to become the prey of any passing fish or
vagrant frog. A swallow sweeping close to the water's surface may gobble
him down. Some ruthless city employe may have flooded the surface of the
pond with kerosene, the merest touch of which means death to a mosquito.
Escaping all of the thousand and one accidents that may befall, he soon
rises and hums away seeking whom he may devour.
A mechanical process, that of handling
milk at a model dairy farm, was effectively presented by Constance D. Leupp
in an article entitled, "The Fight for Clean Milk," printed in the
Outlook. By leading "you," the reader, to the spot, as it were, by
picturing in detail what "you" would see there, and then by following in
story form the course of the milk from one place to another, she succeeded
in making the process clear and interesting.
Here at five in the afternoon you may see
long lines of sleek, well-groomed cows standing in their cement-floored,
perfectly drained sheds. The walls and ceilings are spotless from constant
applications of whitewash, ventilation is scientifically arranged, doors
and windows are screened against the flies. Here the white-clad,
smooth-shaven milkers do their work with scrubbed and manicured hands. You
will note that all these men are studiously low-voiced and gentle in
movement; for a cow, notwithstanding her outward placidity, is the most
sensitive creature on earth, and there is an old superstition that if you
speak roughly to your cow she will earn no money for you that day.
As each pail is filled it is carried
directly into the milk-house; not into the bottling-room, for in that
sterilized sanctum nobody except the bottler is admitted, but into the
room above, where the pails are emptied into the strainer of a huge
receptacle. From the base of this receptacle it flows over the radiator in
the bottling-room, which reduces it at once to the required temperature,
thence into the mechanical bottler. The white-clad attendant places a tray
containing several dozen empty bottles underneath, presses a lever, and,
presto! they are full and not a drop spilled. He caps the bottles with
another twist of the lever, sprays the whole with a hose, picks up the
load and pushes it through the horizontal dumb-waiter, where another
attendant receives it in the packing-room. The second man clamps a metal
cover over the pasteboard caps and packs the bottles in ice. Less than
half an hour is consumed in the milking of each cow, the straining,
chilling, bottling, and storing of her product.
Practical Guidance Units. To give
in an attractive form complete and accurate directions for doing something
in a certain way, is another difficult problem for the inexperienced writer.
For interest and variety, conversation, interviews and other forms of direct
quotation, as well as informal narrative, may be employed.
Various practical methods of saving fuel
in cooking were given by a writer in Successful Farming, in what
purported to be an account of a meeting of a farm woman's club at which the
problem was discussed. By the device of allowing the members of the club to
relate their experiences, she was able to offer a large number of
suggestions. Two units selected from different portions of the article
illustrate this method:
"I save dollars by cooking in my
furnace," added a practical worker. "Potatoes bake nicely when laid on the
ledge, and beans, stews, roasts, bread—in fact the whole food list—may be
cooked there. But one must be careful not to have too hot a fire. I burned
several things before I learned that even a few red coals in the fire-pot
will be sufficient for practically everything. And then it does blacken
the pans! But I've solved that difficulty by bending a piece of tin and
setting it between the fire and the cooking vessel. This prevents burning,
too, if the fire should be hot.
Another plan is to set the vessel in an old preserving kettle. If this
outer kettle does not leak, it may be filled with water, which not only
aids in the cooking process but also prevents burning. For broiling or
toasting, a large corn popper is just the thing."
"My chief saving," confided the member
who believes in preparedness, "consists in cooking things in quantities,
especially the things that require long cooking, like baked beans or soup.
I never think of cooking less than two days' supply of beans, and as for
soup, that is made up in quantity sufficient to last a week. If I have no
ice, reheating it each day during warm weather prevents spoiling. Most
vegetables are not harmed by a second cooking, and, besides the saving in
fuel it entails, it's mighty comforting to know that you have your dinner
already prepared for the next day, or several days before for that matter.
In cold weather, or if you have ice, it will not be necessary to introduce
monotony into your meals in order to save fuel, for one can wait a day or
two before serving the extra quantity. Sauces, either for vegetables,
meats or puddings, may just as well be made for more than one occasion,
altho if milk is used in their preparation, care must be taken that they
are kept perfectly cold, as ptomaines develop rapidly in such foods. Other
things that it pays to cook in large portions are chocolate syrup for
making cocoa, caramel for flavoring, and apple sauce."
By using a conversation between a
hostess and her guest, another writer in the same farm journal succeeded in
giving in a novel way some directions for preparing celery.
"Your escalloped corn is delicious. Where
did you get your recipe?"Mrs.
Field smiled across the dining table at her guest. "Out of my head, I
suppose, for I never saw it in print. I just followed the regulation
method of a layer of corn, then seasoning, and repeat, only I cut into
small pieces a stalk or two of celery with each layer of corn."
"Celery and corn—a new combination,
but it's a good one. I'm so glad to learn of it; but isn't it tedious to
cut the celery into such small bits?"
"Not
at all, with my kitchen scissors. I just slash the stalk into several
lengthwise strips, then cut them crosswise all at once into very small
pieces."
"You always have such helpful ideas
about new and easy ways to do your work. And economical, too. Why, celery
for a dish like this could be the outer stalks or pieces too small to be
used fresh on the table."
"That's the idea, exactly. I use such
celery in soups and stews of all kinds; it adds such a delicious flavor.
It is especially good in poultry stuffings and meat loaf. Then there is
creamed celery, of course, to which I sometimes add a half cup of almonds
for variety. And I use it in salads, too. Not a bit of celery is wasted
around here. Even the leaves may be dried out in the oven, and crumbled up
to flavor soups or other dishes."
"That's fine! Celery is so high this
season, and much of it is not quite nice enough for the table, unless
cooked."
A number of new uses for adhesive
plaster were suggested by a writer in the New York Tribune, who, in
the excerpt below, employs effectively the device of the direct appeal to
the reader.
Aside from surgical "First Aid" and the
countless uses to which this useful material may be put, there are a great
number of household uses for adhesive plaster.
If your pumps are too large and slip at
the heel, just put a strip across the back and they will stay in place
nicely. When your rubbers begin to break repair them on the inside with
plaster cut to fit. If the children lose their rubbers at school, write
their names with black ink on strips of the clinging material and put
these strips inside the top of the rubber at the back.
In the same way labels can be made for
bottles and cans. They are easy to put on and to take off. If the garden
hose, the rubber tube of your bath spray, or your hot water bag shows a
crack or a small break, mend it with adhesive.
A cracked handle of a broom, carpet
sweeper, or umbrella can be repaired with this first aid to the injured.
In the same way the handles of golf sticks, baseball bats, flagstaffs and
whips may be given a new lease on life.
If your sheet music is torn or the
window shade needs repairing, or there is a cracked pane of glass in the
barn or in a rear window, apply a strip or patch of suitable size.
In an article in the Philadelphia
Ledger on "What Can I Do to Earn Money?" Mary Hamilton Talbot gave
several examples of methods of earning money, in one of which she
incorporated practical directions, thus:
A resourceful girl who loved to be
out-of-doors found her opportunity in a bed of mint and aromatic herbs.
She sends bunches of the mint neatly prepared to various hotels and cafés
several times a week by parcel post, but it is in the over-supply that she
works out best her original ideas. Among the novelties she makes is a
candied mint that sells quickly. Here is her formula: Cut bits of mint,
leaving three or four small leaves on the branch; wash well; dry and lay
in rows on a broad, level surface. Thoroughly dissolve one pound of loaf
sugar, boil until it threads and set from the fire. While it is still at
the boiling point plunge in the bits of mint singly with great care.
Remove them from the fondant with a fork and straighten the leaves neatly
with a hatpin or like instrument. If a second plunging is necessary, allow
the first coating to become thoroughly crystalized before dipping them
again. Lay the sweets on oiled paper until thoroughly dry. With careful
handling these mints will preserve their natural aroma, taste, and shape,
and will keep for any length of time if sealed from the air. They show to
best advantage in glass. The sweet-smelling herbs of this girl's garden
she dries and sells to the fancy goods trade, and they are used for
filling cushions, pillows, and perfume bags. The seasoning herbs she
dries, pulverizes, and puts in small glasses, nicely labeled, which sell
for 10 cents each, and reliable grocers are glad to have them for their
fastidious customers.
Importance of the Beginning. The
value of a good beginning for a news story, a special feature article, or a
short story results from the way in which most persons read newspapers and
magazines. In glancing through current publications, the average reader is
attracted chiefly by headlines or titles, illustrations, and authors' names.
If any one of these interests him, he pauses a moment or two over the
beginning "to see what it is all about." The first paragraphs usually
determine whether or not he goes any further. A single copy of a newspaper
or magazine offers so much reading matter that the casual reader, if
disappointed in the introduction to one article or short story, has plenty
of others to choose from. But if the opening sentences hold his attention,
he reads on. "Well begun is half done" is a saying that applies with
peculiar fitness to special feature articles.
Structure of the Beginning. To
accomplish its purpose an introduction must be both a unit in itself and an
integral part of the article. The beginning, whether a single paragraph in
form, or a single paragraph in essence, although actually broken up into two
or more short paragraphs, should produce on the mind of the reader a unified
impression. The conversation, the incident, the example, or the summary of
which it consists, should be complete in itself. Unless, on the other hand,
the introduction is an organic part of the article, it fails of its purpose.
The beginning must present some vital phase of the subject; it should not be
merely something attractive attached to the article to catch the reader's
notice. In his effort to make the beginning attractive, an inexperienced
writer is inclined to linger over it until it becomes disproportionately
long. Its length, however, should be proportionate to the
importance of that phase of the subject
which it presents. As a vital part of the article, the introduction must be
so skillfully connected with what follows that a reader is not conscious of
the transition. Close coherence between the beginning and the body of the
article is essential.
The four faults, therefore, to be
guarded against in writing the beginning are: (1) the inclusion of diverse
details not carefully coordinated to produce a single unified impression;
(2) the development of the introduction to a disproportionate length; (3)
failure to make the beginning a vital part of the article itself; (4) lack
of close connection or of skillful transition between the introduction and
the body of the article.
Types of Beginnings. Because of
the importance of the introduction, the writer should familiarize himself
with the different kinds of beginnings, and should study them from the point
of view of their suitability for various types of articles. The seven
distinct types of beginnings are: (1) summary; (2) narrative; (3)
description; (4) striking statement; (5) quotation; (6) question; (7) direct
address. Combinations of two or more of these methods are not infrequent.
Summary Beginnings. The general
adoption by newspapers of the summary beginning, or "lead," for news stories
has accustomed the average reader to finding most of the essential facts of
a piece of news grouped together in the first paragraph. The lead, by
telling the reader the nature of the event, the persons and things
concerned, the time, the place, the cause, and the result, answers his
questions, What? Who? When? Where? Why? How? Not only are the important
facts summarized in such a beginning, but the most striking detail is
usually "played up" in the first group of words of the initial sentence
where it catches the eye at once. Thus the reader is given both the main
facts and the most significant feature of the subject. Unquestionably this
news story lead, when skillfully worked out, has distinct advantages alike
for the news report and for the special article.
Summary Beginnings
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Narrative Beginnings. To begin a
special feature article in the narrative form is to give it a story-like
character that at once arouses interest. It is impossible in many instances
to know from the introduction whether what follows is to be a short story or
a special article. An element of suspense may even be injected into the
narrative introduction to stimulate the reader's curiosity, and descriptive
touches may be added to heighten the vividness.
If the whole article is in narrative
form, as is the case in a personal experience or confession story, the
introduction is only the first part of a continuous story, and as such gives
the necessary information about the person involved.
Narrative beginnings that consist of
concrete examples and specific instances are popular for expository
articles. Sometimes several instances are related in the introduction before
the writer proceeds to generalize from them. The advantage of this inductive
method of explanation grows out of the fact that, after a general idea has
been illustrated by an example or two, most persons can grasp it with much
less effort and with much greater interest than when such exemplification
follows the generalization.
Other narrative introductions consist of
an anecdote, an incident, or an important event connected with the subject
of the article.
Since conversation is an excellent means
of enlivening a narrative, dialogue is often used in the introduction to
special articles, whether for relating an incident, giving a specific
instance, or beginning a personal experience story.
Narrative Beginnings
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(The Outlook)
BOOKER T. WASHINGTON
BY EMMETT J. SCOTT AND LYMAN BEECHER
STOWE
It came about that in the year 1880,
in Macon County, Alabama, a certain ex-Confederate colonel conceived the
idea that if he could secure the Negro vote he could beat his rival and
win the seat he coveted in the State Legislature. Accordingly the colonel
went to the leading Negro in the town of Tuskegee and asked him what he
could do to secure the Negro vote, for Negroes then voted in Alabama
without restriction. This man, Lewis Adams by name, himself an ex-slave,
promptly replied that what his race most wanted was education, and what
they most needed was industrial education, and that if he (the colonel)
would agree to work for the passage of a bill appropriating money for the
maintenance of an industrial school for Negroes, he, Adams, would help to
get for him the Negro vote and the election. This bargain between an
ex-slaveholder and an ex-slave was made and faithfully observed on both
sides, with the result that the following year the Legislature of Alabama
appropriated $2,000 a year for the establishment of a normal and
industrial school for Negroes in the town of Tuskegee. On the
recommendation of General Armstrong, of Hampton Institute, a young colored
man, Booker T. Washington, a recent graduate of and teacher at the
Institute, was called from there to take charge of this landless,
buildingless, teacherless, and studentless institution of learning.
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(New York Times)
NEW YORKER INVENTS NEW EXPLOSIVE AND
GIVES IT TO THE UNITED STATES
Nine young men recently rowed to the
middle of the Hudson River with a wooden box to which wires were attached,
lying in the bottom of the boat. They sank the box in deep water very
cautiously, and then rowed slowly back to land, holding one end of the
wire. Presently a column of water 40 feet through and 300 feet high shot
into the air, followed by a deafening detonation, which tore dead branches
from trees.
The nine young men were congratulating
one man of the group on the explosion when an irate farmer ran up, yelling
that every window in his farmhouse, nearly a mile away, had been
shattered. The party of young men didn't apologize then; they gathered
about the one who was being congratulated and recongratulated him.
The farmer did not know until later
that the force which broke his windows and sent the huge column of water
into the air was the War Department's newest, safest, and most powerful
explosive; that the young men composed the dynamite squad of the Engineer
Corps of the New York National Guard; and that the man they were
congratulating was Lieut. Harold Chase Woodward, the inventor of the
explosive.
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(System)
WHY THE EMPLOYEES RUN OUR BUSINESS
A business of the workers, by the
workers, and for the workers—how it succeeds.
BY EDWARD A. FILENE
"I know I am right. Leave it to any
fair-minded person to decide."
"Good enough," I replied; "you name
one, I will name another, and let them select a third."
She agreed; we selected the umpires
and they decided against the store!
It had come about in this way. The
store rule had been that cashiers paid for shortages in their accounts
as—in our view—a penalty for
carelessness; we did not care about the money. This girl had been short in
an account; the amount had been deducted from her pay, and, not being
afraid to speak out, she complained:
"If I am over in my accounts, it is a
mistake; but if I am short, am I a thief? Why should I pay back the money?
Why can't a mistake be made in either direction?"
This arbitration—although it had
caused a decision against us—seemed such a satisfactory way of ending
disputes that we continued the practice in an informal way. Out of it grew
the present arbitration board, which is the corner-stone of the relation
between our store and the employees, because it affords the machinery for
getting what employees are above all else interested in—a square deal.
Descriptive Beginnings. Just as
description of characters or of scene and setting is one method of beginning
short stories and novels, so also it constitutes a form of introduction for
an article. In both cases the aim is to create immediate interest by vivid
portrayal of definite persons and places. The concrete word picture, like
the concrete instance in a narrative beginning, makes a quick and strong
appeal. An element of suspense or mystery may be introduced into the
description, if a person, a place, or an object is described without being
identified by name until the end of the portrayal.
The possibilities of description are not
limited to sights alone; sounds, odors and other sense impressions, as well
as emotions, may be described. Frequently several different impressions are
combined. To stir the reader's feelings by a strong emotional description is
obviously a good method of beginning.
A descriptive beginning, to be clear to
the rapid reader, should be suggestive rather than detailed. The average
person can easily visualize a picture that is sketched in a few suggestive
words, whereas he is likely to be confused by a mass of details.
Picture-making words and those imitative of sounds, as well as figures of
speech, may be used to advantage in descriptive beginnings. For the
description of feelings, words with a rich emotional connotation are
important.
Descriptive Beginnings
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(Munsey's Magazine)
OUR HIGHEST COURT
BY HORACE TOWNER
"The Honorable the Supreme Court of
the United States!"
Nearly every week-day during the
winter months, exactly at noon, these warning words, intoned in a resonant
and solemn voice, may be heard by the visitor who chances to pass the
doors of the Supreme Court Chamber in the Capitol of the United States.
The visitor sees that others are entering those august portals, and so he,
too, makes bold to step softly inside.
If he has not waited too long, he
finds himself within the chamber in time to see nine justices of our
highest court, clad in long, black robes, file slowly into the room from
an antechamber at the left.
Every one within the room has arisen,
and all stand respectfully at attention while the justices take their
places. Then the voice of the court crier is heard again:
"Oyez, oyez, oyez! All persons
having business with the Supreme Court of the United States are admonished
to draw near and give their attention, for the court is now sitting."
Then, after a slight pause:
"God save the United States and this
honorable court!"
The justices seat themselves; the
attorneys at the bar and visitors do likewise. The Supreme Court of the
United States, generally held to be the most powerful tribunal on earth,
is in session.
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(Collier's Weekly)
JAMES WHITCOMB BROUGHER, A PREACHER TO
THE PROCESSION
BY PETER CLARK MACFARLANE
Imagine the Hippodrome—the largest
playhouse of New York and of the New World! Imagine it filled with people
from foot-lights to the last row in
the topmost gallery—orchestra, dress circle, and balconies—a huge
uprising, semicircular bowl, lined with human beings. Imagine it thus, and
then strip the stage; take away the Indians and the soldiers, the
elephants and the camels; take away the careening stage coaches and the
thundering hoofs of horses, and all the strange conglomeration of dramatic
activities with which these inventive stage managers are accustomed to
panoply their productions. Instead of all this, people the stage with a
chorus choir in white smocks, and in front of the choir put a lean,
upstanding, shock-headed preacher; but leave the audience—a regular
Hippodrome audience on the biggest Saturday night. Imagine all of this, I
say, and what you have is not the Hippodrome, not the greatest play in the
New World, nor any playhouse at all, but the Temple Baptist Church of Los
Angeles, California, with James Whitcomb Brougher, D.D., in the pulpit.
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(Good Housekeeping)
NEW ENGLAND MILL SLAVES
BY MARY ALDEN HOPKINS
In the pale light of an early winter
morning, while a flat, white moon awaited the dawn and wind-driven clouds
flung faint scudding shadows across the snow, two little girls, cloaked,
shawled, hooded out of all recognition, plodded heavily along a Vermont
mountain road. Each carried a dangling dinner pail.
The road was lonely. Once they passed
a farmhouse, asleep save for a yellow light in a chamber. Somewhere a cock
crowed. A dog barked in the faint distance.
Where the road ascended the mountain—a
narrow cut between dark, pointed firs and swaying white-limbed birches—the
way was slushy with melting snow. The littler girl, half dozing along the
accustomed way, slipped and slid into puddles.
At the top of the mountain the two
children shrank back into their mufflers, before the sweep of the wet,
chill wind; but the mill was in sight—beyond the slope of bleak pastures
outlined with stone walls—sunk deep in the valley beside a rapid mountain
stream, a dim bulk already glimmering with points of light. Toward this
the two little workwomen slopped along on squashy feet.
They were spinners. One was fifteen.
She had worked three years. The other
was fourteen. She had worked two years. The terse record of the National
Child Labor Committee lies before me, unsentimental, bare of comment:
"They both get up at four fifteen A.M.
and after breakfast start for the mill, arriving there in time not to be
late, at six. Their home is two and one-half miles from the mill. Each
earns three dollars a week—So they cannot afford to ride. The road is
rough, and it is over the mountains."
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(Providence Journal)
HOW TO SING THE NATIONAL SONGS
To Interpret the Text Successfully
the Singer Must Memorize, Visualize, Rhythmize, and Emphasize
BY JOHN G. ARCHER
The weary eye of the toastmaster looks
apologetically down long rows of tables as he says with a
sorry-but-it-must-be-done air, "We will now sing 'The Star Spangled
Banner'"; the orchestra starts, the diners reach frantically for their
menus and each, according to his musical inheritance and patriotic fervor,
plunges into the unknown with a resolute determination to be in on the
death of the sad rite.
Some are wrecked among the dizzy
altitudes, others persevere through uncharted shoals, all make some kind
of a noisy noise, and lo, it is accomplished; and intense relief sits
enthroned on every dewy brow.
In the crowded church, the minister
announces the "Battle Hymn of the Republic," and the organist, armed with
plenary powers, crashes into the giddy old tune, dragging the congregation
resistingly along at a hurdy gurdy pace till all semblance of text or
meaning is irretrievably lost.
Happy are they when the refrain,
"Glory, Glory, Hallelujah," provides a temporary respite from the shredded
syllables and scrambled periods, and one may light, as it were, and catch
up with himself and the organist.
At the close of an outdoor public
meeting the chairman, with fatuous ineptitude, shouts that everybody will
sing three verses of "America."
Granting that the tune is pitched comfortably, the first verse marches
with vigor and certitude, but not for long; dismay soon smites the crowd
in sections as the individual consciousness backs and fills amid half
learned lines.
The trick of catching hopefully at a
neighbor's phrase usually serves to defeat itself, as it unmasks the
ignorance of said neighbor, and the tune ends in a sort of polyglot
mouthing which is not at all flattering to the denizens of an enlightened
community.
These glimpses are not a whit
over-drawn, and it is safe to say that they mirror practically every
corner of our land to-day. Why is it, then, that the people make such a
sorry exhibition of themselves when they attempt to sing the patriotic
songs of our country? Is it the tunes or the words or we ourselves?
Beginning with a Striking Statement.
When the thought expressed in the first sentence of an article is
sufficiently unusual, or is presented in a sufficiently striking form, it at
once commands attention. By stimulating interest and curiosity, it leads the
average person to read on until he is satisfied.
A striking statement of this sort may
serve as the first sentence of one of the other types of beginning, such as
the narrative or the descriptive introduction, the quotation, the question,
or the direct address. But it may also be used entirely alone.
Since great size is impressive, a
statement of the magnitude of something is usually striking. Numerical
figures are often used in the opening sentences to produce the impression of
enormous size. If these figures are so large that the mind cannot grasp
them, it is well, by means of comparisons, to translate them into terms of
the reader's own experience. There is always danger of overwhelming and
confusing a person with statistics that in the mass mean little or nothing
to him.
To declare in the first sentence that
something is the first or the only one of its kind immediately arrests
attention, because of the universal interest in the unique.
An unusual prediction is another form of
striking statement. To be told at the beginning of an article of some
remarkable thing that the future holds in
store for him or for his descendants, fascinates the average person as much
as does the fortune-teller's prophecy. There is danger of exaggeration,
however, in making predictions. When writers magnify the importance of their
subject by assuring us that what they are explaining will "revolutionize"
our ideas and practices, we are inclined to discount these exaggerated and
trite forms of prophecy.
A striking figure of speech—an unusual
metaphor, for example—may often be used in the beginning of an article to
arouse curiosity. As the comparison in a metaphor is implied rather than
expressed, the points of likeness may not immediately be evident to the
reader and thus the figurative statement piques his curiosity. A comparison
in the form of a simile, or in that of a parable or allegory, may serve as a
striking introduction.
A paradox, as a self-contradictory
statement, arrests the attention in the initial sentence of an article.
Although not always easy to frame, and hence not so often employed as it
might be, a paradoxical expression is an excellent device for a writer to
keep in mind when some phase of his theme lends itself to such a striking
beginning.
Besides these readily classified forms
of unusual statements, any novel, extraordinary expression that is not too
bizarre may be employed. The chief danger to guard against is that of making
sensational, exaggerated, or false statements, merely to catch the reader's
notice.
Striking Statement Beginnings
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(Harper's Weekly)
THE SPAN OF LIFE
BY WALTER E. WEYL
You who begin this sentence may not
live to read its close. There is a chance, one in three or four billions,
that you will die in a second, by the tick of the watch. The chair upon
which you sit may collapse, the car in which you ride may collide, your
heart may suddenly cease. Or you may survive the sentence and the article,
and live twenty, fifty, eighty years longer.
No one knows the span of your life,
and yet the insurance man is willing to bet upon it. What is life
insurance but the bet of an unknown number of yearly premiums against the
payment of the policy? * * * * The length of your individual life is a
guess, but the insurance company bets on a sure thing, on the average
death rate.
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(Kansas City Star)
A KANSAS TOWN FEELS ITS OWN PULSE
Lawrence, Kas., was not ill. Most of
its citizens did not even think it was ailing, but there were some anxious
souls who wondered if the rosy exterior were not the mockery of an
internal fever. They called in physicians, and after seven months spent in
making their diagnosis, they have prescribed for Lawrence, and the town is
alarmed to the point of taking their medicine.
That is the medical way of saying that
Lawrence has just completed the most thorough municipal survey ever
undertaken by a town of its size, and in so doing has found out that it is
afflicted with a lot of ills that all cities are heir to. Lawrence,
however, with Kansas progressiveness, proposes to cure these ills.
Prof. F.W. Blackmar, head of the
department of sociology at the University of Kansas, and incidentally a
sort of city doctor, was the first "physician" consulted. He called his
assistant, Prof. B.W. Burgess, and Rev. William A. Powell in consultation,
and about one hundred and fifty club women were taken into the case. Then
they got busy. That was April 1. This month they completed the
examination, set up an exhibit to illustrate what they had to report, and
read the prescription.
(9)
(Popular Science Monthly)
BREAKING THE CHAIN THAT BINDS US TO
EARTH
BY CHARLES NEVERS HOLMES
Man is chained to this Earth, his
planet home. His chain is invisible, but the ball is always to be seen—the
Earth itself. The chain itself is apparently without weight, while the
chain's ball weighs about 7,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 tons!
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(Leslie's Weekly)
WHAT ELECTRICITY MEANS TO YOU
ONE CENT'S WORTH OF ELECTRICITY AT
TEN CENTS PER KILOWATT-HOUR WILL OPERATE:
Hardly as old as a grown man, the
electrical industry—including railways, telephones and telegraphs—has
already invested $8,125,000,000 in the business of America. Its utility
companies alone pay Uncle Sam $200,000,000 every year for taxes—seven out
of every ten use it in some form every day. It is unmistakably the most
vital factor to-day in America's prosperity. Its resources are boundless.
As Secretary of the Interior Lane expresses it, there is enough
hydro-electric energy running to waste to equal the daily labor of
1,800,000,000 men or 30 times our adult population.
Beginning with a Quotation. Words
enclosed in quotation marks or set off in some distinctive form such as
verse, an advertisement, a letter, a menu, or a sign, immediately catch the
eye at the beginning of an article. Every conceivable source may be drawn on
for quotations, provided, of course, that what is quoted has close
connection with the subject. If the quotation expresses an extraordinary
idea, it possesses an additional source of interest.
Verse quotations may be taken from a
well-known poem, a popular song, a nursery rhyme, or even doggerel verse.
Sometimes a whole poem or song prefaces an article. When the verse is
printed in smaller type than the article, it need not be enclosed in
quotation marks. In his typewritten manuscript a writer may indicate this
difference in size of type by single-spacing the lines of the quotation.
Prose quotations may be taken from a
speech or an interview, or from printed material such as a book, report, or
bulletin. The more significant the quoted statement, the more effective will
be the introduction. When the quotation consists of several sentences or of
one long sentence, it may comprise the first paragraph, to be followed in
the second paragraph by the necessary explanation.
Popular sayings, slogans, or current
phrases are not always enclosed in quotation marks, but are often set off in
a separate paragraph as a striking form of beginning.
The most conspicuous quotation
beginnings are reproductions of newspaper clippings, advertisements, price
lists, menus, telegrams, invitations, or parts of legal documents.
These are not infrequently reproduced as
nearly as possible in the original form and may be enclosed in a frame, or
"box."
Quotation Beginnings
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(New York Evening Post)
"DIGNIFIED AND STATELY"
Being an Account of Some High and
Low Jinks Practiced About This Time on College Class Days
BY EVA ELISE VOM BAUR
Singing these words, 'round and 'round
the campus they marched, drums beating time which no one observed, band
clashing with band, in tune with nothing but the dominant note—the joy of
reunion. A motley lot of men they are—sailors and traction engineers,
Pierrots, soldiers, and even vestal virgins—for the June Commencement is
college carnival time.
Then hundreds upon thousands of men,
East, West, North and South, drop their work and their worries, and
leaving families and creditors at home, slip away to their respective alma
maters, "just to be boys again" for a day and a night or two.
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(The Delineator)
HOW TO START A CAFETERIA
BY AGNES ATHOL
"If John could only get a satisfactory
lunch for a reasonable amount of money!" sighs the wife of John in every
sizable city in the United States, where work and home are far apart.
"He hates sandwiches, anyway, and has
no suitable place to eat them; and somehow he doesn't feel that he does
good work on a cold box lunch. But those clattery quick-lunch places which
are all he has time for, or can afford, don't have appetizing cooking or
surroundings, and all my forethought and planning over our good home meals
may be counteracted by his miserable lunch. I believe half the explanation
of the 'tired business man' lies in the kind of lunches he eats."
Twenty-five cents a day is probably
the outside limit of what the great majority of men spend on their
luncheons. Some cannot spend over fifteen. What a man needs and so seldom
gets for that sum is good, wholesome, appetizing food, quickly served. He
wants to eat in a place which is quiet and not too bare and ugly. He wants
to buy real food and not table decorations. He is willing to dispense with
elaborate service and its accompanying tip, if he can get more food of
better quality.
The cafeteria lunch-room provides a
solution for the mid-day lunch problem and, when wisely located and well
run, the answer to many a competent woman or girl who is asking: "What
shall I do to earn a living?"
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Beginning with a Question. Every
question is like a riddle; we are never satisfied until we know the answer.
So a question put to us at the beginning of an article piques our curiosity,
and we are not content until we find out how the writer answers it.
Instead of a single question, several
may be asked in succession. These questions may deal with different phases
of the subject or may repeat the first question in other words. It is
frequently desirable to break up a long question into a number of short ones
to enable the rapid reader to grasp the idea more easily. Greater prominence
may be gained for each question by giving it a separate paragraph.
Rhetorical questions, although the
equivalent of affirmative or negative statements, nevertheless retain enough
of their interrogative effect to be used advantageously for the beginning of
an article.
That the appeal may be brought home to
each reader personally, the pronoun "you," or "yours," is often embodied in
the question, and sometimes readers are addressed by some designation such
as "Mr. Average Reader," "Mrs. Voter,"
"you, high school boys and girls."
The indirect question naturally lacks
the force of the direct one, but it may be employed when a less striking
form of beginning is desired. The direct question, "Do you know why the sky
is blue?" loses much of its force when changed into the indirect form, "Few
people know why the sky is blue"; still it possesses enough of the riddle
element to stimulate thought. Several indirect questions may be included in
the initial sentence of an article.
Question Beginnings
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Addressing the Reader Directly. A
direct personal appeal makes a good opening for an article. The writer seems
to be talking to each reader individually instead of merely writing for
thousands. This form of address may seem to hark back to the days of the
"gentle reader," but its appeal is perennial. To the pronoun "you" may be
added the designation of the particular class of readers
addressed, such as "You, mothers," or "You,
Mr. Salaried Man." The imperative verb is perhaps the strongest form of
direct address. There is danger of overdoing the "do-this-and-don't-do-that"
style, particularly in articles of practical guidance, but that need not
deter a writer from using the imperative beginning occasionally.
Direct Address Beginnings
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Style Defined. Style, or the
manner in which ideas and emotions are expressed, is as important in special
feature writing as it is in any other kind of literary work. A writer may
select an excellent subject, may formulate a definite purpose, and may
choose the type of article best suited to his needs, but if he is unable to
express his thoughts effectively, his article will be a failure. Style is
not to be regarded as mere ornament added to ordinary forms of expression.
It is not an incidental element, but rather the fundamental part of all
literary composition, the means by which a writer transfers what is in his
own mind to the minds of his readers. It is a vehicle for conveying ideas
and emotions. The more easily, accurately, and completely the reader gets
the author's thoughts and feelings, the better is the style.
The style of an article needs to be
adapted both to the readers and to the subject. An article for a boys'
magazine would be written in a style different from that of a story on the
same subject intended for a Sunday newspaper. The style appropriate to an
entertaining story on odd superstitions of business men would be unsuitable
for a popular exposition of wireless telephony. In a word, the style of a
special article demands as careful consideration as does its subject,
purpose, and structure.
Since it may be assumed that any one who
aspires to write for newspapers and magazines has a general knowledge of the
principles of composition and of the elements and qualities of style, only
such points of style as are important in special feature writing will be
discussed in this chapter.
The elements of style are: (1) words,
(2) figures of speech, (3) sentences, and (4) paragraphs. The kinds of
words, figures, sentences, and paragraphs
used, and the way in which they are combined, determine the style.
Words. In the choice of words for
popular articles, three points are important: (1) only such words may be
used as are familiar to the average person, (2) concrete terms make a much
more definite impression than general ones, and (3) words that carry with
them associated ideas and feelings are more effective than words that lack
such intellectual and emotional connotation.
The rapid reader cannot stop to refer to
the dictionary for words that he does not know. Although the special feature
writer is limited to terms familiar to the average reader, he need not
confine himself to commonplace, colloquial diction; most readers know the
meaning of many more words than they themselves use in everyday
conversation. In treating technical topics, it is often necessary to employ
some unfamiliar terms, but these may readily be explained the first time
they appear. Whenever the writer is in doubt as to whether or not his
readers will understand a certain term, the safest course is to explain it
or to substitute one that is sure to be understood.
Since most persons grasp concrete ideas
more quickly than abstract ones, specific words should be given the
preference in popular articles. To create concrete images must be the
writer's constant aim. Instead of a general term like "walk," for example,
he should select a specific, picture-making word such as hurry, dash, run,
race, amble, stroll, stride, shuffle, shamble, limp, strut, stalk. For the
word "horse" he may substitute a definite term like sorrel, bay, percheron,
nag, charger, steed, broncho, or pony. In narrative and descriptive writing
particularly, it is necessary to use words that make pictures and that
reproduce sounds and other sense impressions. In the effort to make his
diction specific, however, the writer must guard against bizarre effects and
an excessive use of adjectives and adverbs. Verbs, quite as much as nouns,
adjectives, and adverbs, produce clear, vivid images when skillfully
handled.
Some words carry with them associated
ideas and emotions, while others do
not. The feelings and ideas thus associated with words constitute their
emotional and intellectual connotation, as distinct from their logical
meaning, or denotation. The word "home," for example, denotes simply one's
place of residence, but it connotes all the thoughts and feelings associated
with one's own house and family circle. Such a word is said to have a rich
emotional connotation because it arouses strong feeling. It also has a rich
intellectual connotation since it calls up many associated images. Words and
phrases that are peculiar to the Bible or to the church service carry with
them mental images and emotions connected with religious worship. In a
personality sketch of a spiritual leader, for example, such words and
phrases would be particularly effective to create the atmosphere with which
such a man might very appropriately be invested. Since homely, colloquial
expressions have entirely different associations, they would be entirely out
of keeping with the tone of such a sketch, unless the religious leader were
an unconventional revivalist. A single word with the wrong connotation may
seriously affect the tone of a paragraph. On the other hand, words and
phrases rich in appropriate suggestion heighten immeasurably the
effectiveness of an article.
The value of concrete words is shown in
the following paragraphs taken from a newspaper article describing a gas
attack:
There was a faint green vapor, which
swayed and hung under the lee of the raised parapet two hundred yards
away. It increased in volume, and at last rose high enough to be caught by
the wind. It strayed out in tattered yellowish streamers toward the
English lines, half dissipating itself in twenty yards, until the steady
outpour of the green smoke gave it reinforcement and it made headway.
Then, creeping forward from tuft to tuft, and preceded by an acrid and
parching whiff, the curling and tumbling vapor reached the English lines
in a wall twenty feet high.As the
grayish cloud drifted over the parapet, there was a stifled call from some
dozen men who had carelessly let their protectors drop. The gas was
terrible. A breath of it was like a wolf at the throat, like hot ashes in
the windpipe.
The yellowish waves of gas became more
greenish in color as fresh volumes poured out continually from the squat
iron cylinders which had now been raised and placed outside the trenches
by the Germans. The translucent flood flowed over the parapet, linking at
once on the inner side and forming vague, gauzy pools and backwaters, in
which men stood knee deep while the lighter gas was blown in their faces
over the parapet.
Faults in Diction. Since
newspaper reporters and correspondents are called upon day after day to
write on similar events and to write at top speed, they are prone to use the
same words over and over again, without making much of an effort to "find
the one noun that best expresses the idea, the one verb needed to give it
life, and the one adjective to qualify it." This tendency to use trite,
general, "woolly" words instead of fresh, concrete ones is not infrequently
seen in special feature stories written by newspaper workers. Every writer
who aims to give to his articles some distinction in style should guard
against the danger of writing what has aptly been termed "jargon." "To write
jargon," says Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch in his book, "On the Art of Writing,"
"is to be perpetually shuffling around in the fog and cotton-wool of
abstract terms. So long as you prefer abstract words, which express other
men's summarized concepts of things, to concrete ones which lie as near as
can be reached to things themselves and are the first-hand material for your
thoughts, you will remain, at the best, writers at second-hand. If your
language be jargon, your intellect, if not your whole character, will almost
certainly correspond. Where your mind should go straight, it will dodge; the
difficulties it should approach with a fair front and grip with a firm hand
it will be seeking to evade or circumvent. For the style is the man, and
where a man's treasure is there his heart, and his brain, and his writing,
will be also."
Figures of Speech. To most
persons the term "figure of speech" suggests such figures as metonymy and
synecdoche, which they once learned to define, but never thought of using
voluntarily in their own writing. Figures
of speech are too often regarded as
ornaments suited only to poetry or poetical prose. With these popular
notions in mind, a writer for newspapers and magazines may quite naturally
conclude that figurative expressions have little or no practical value in
his work. Figures of speech, however, are great aids, not only to clearness
and conciseness, but to the vividness of an article. They assist the reader
to grasp ideas quickly and they stimulate his imagination and his emotions.
Association of ideas is the principle
underlying figurative expressions. By a figure of speech a writer shows his
readers the relation between a new idea and one already familiar to them. An
unfamiliar object, for example, is likened to a familiar one, directly, as
in the simile, or by implication, as in the metaphor. As the object brought
into relation with the new idea is more familiar and more concrete, the
effect of the figure is to simplify the subject that is being explained, and
to make it more easy of comprehension.
A figure of speech makes both for
conciseness and for economy of mental effort on the part of the reader. To
say in a personality sketch, for example, that the person looks "like
Lincoln" is the simplest, most concise way of creating a mental picture. Or
to describe a smoothly running electric motor as "purring," instantly makes
the reader hear the sound. Scores of words may be saved, and clearer, more
vivid impressions may be given, by the judicious use of figures of speech.
As the familiar, concrete objects
introduced in figures frequently have associated emotions, figurative
expressions often make an emotional appeal. Again, to say that a person
looks "like Lincoln" not only creates a mental picture but awakes the
feelings generally associated with Lincoln. The result is that readers are
inclined to feel toward the person so described as they feel toward Lincoln.
Even in practical articles, figurative
diction may not be amiss. In explaining a method of splitting old kitchen
boilers in order to make watering troughs, a writer in a farm journal
happily described a cold chisel as "turning
out a narrow shaving of steel and rolling
it away much as the mold-board of a plow turns the furrow."
The stimulating effect of a paragraph
abounding in figurative expressions is well illustrated by the following
passage taken from a newspaper personality sketch of a popular pulpit
orator:
His mind is all daylight. There are no
subtle half-tones, or sensitive reserves, or significant shadows of
silence, no landscape fading through purple mists to a romantic distance.
All is clear, obvious, emphatic. There is little atmosphere and a lack of
that humor that softens the contours of controversy. His thought is simple
and direct and makes its appeal, not to culture, but to the primitive
emotions. * * * * His strenuousness is a battle-cry to the crowd. He keeps
his passion white hot; his body works like a windmill in a hurricane; his
eyes flash lightnings; he seizes the enemy, as it were, by the throat,
pommels him with breathless blows, and throws him aside a miserable wreck.
Sentences. For rapid reading the
prime requisite of a good sentence is that its grammatical structure shall
be evident; in other words, that the reader shall be able at a glance to see
the relation of its parts. Involved sentences that require a second perusal
before they yield their meaning, are clearly not adapted to the newspaper or
magazine. Short sentences and those of medium length are, as a rule, more
easily grasped than long ones, but for rapid reading the structure of the
sentence, rather than its length, is the chief consideration. Absolute
clearness is of paramount importance.
In hurried reading the eye is caught by
the first group of words at the beginning of a sentence. These words make
more of an impression on the reader's mind than do those in the middle or at
the end of the sentence. In all journalistic writing, therefore, the
position of greatest emphasis is the beginning. It is there that the most
significant idea should be placed. Such an arrangement does not mean that
the sentence need trail off loosely in a series of phrases and clauses.
Firmness of structure can and should be maintained even though the strongest
emphasis is at the beginning. In
revising his article a writer often finds that he may greatly increase the
effectiveness of his sentences by so rearranging the parts as to bring the
important ideas close to the beginning.
Length of the Sentence. Sentences
may be classified according to length as (1) short, containing 15 words or
less; (2) medium, from 15 to 30 words; and (3) long, 30 words or more. Each
of these types of sentence has its own peculiar advantages.
The short sentence, because it is easily
apprehended, is more emphatic than a longer one. Used in combination with
medium and long sentences it gains prominence by contrast. It makes an
emphatic beginning and a strong conclusion for a paragraph. As the last
sentence of an article it is a good "snapper." In contrast with longer
statements, it also serves as a convenient transition sentence.
The sentence of medium length lends
itself readily to the expression of the average thought; but when used
continuously it gives to the style a monotony of rhythm that soon becomes
tiresome.
The long sentence is convenient for
grouping details that are closely connected. In contrast with the rapid,
emphatic short sentence, it moves slowly and deliberately, and so is well
adapted to the expression of dignified and impressive thoughts.
To prevent monotony, variety of sentence
length is desirable. Writers who unconsciously tend to use sentences of
about the same length and of the same construction, need to beware of this
uniformity.
The skillful use of single short
sentences, of series of short sentences, of medium, and of long sentences,
to give variety, to express thoughts effectively, and to produce harmony
between the movement of the style and the ideas advanced, is well
illustrated in the selection below. It is the beginning of a personality
sketch of William II, the former German emperor, published in the London
Daily News before the world war, and written by Mr. A.G. Gardiner, the
editor of that paper.
When I think of the Kaiser I think of a
bright May morning at Potsdam. It is the Spring Parade, and across from
where we are gathered under the windows of the old palace the household
troops are drawn up on the great parade ground, their helmets and banners
and lances all astir in the jolly sunshine. Officers gallop hither and
thither shouting commands. Regiments form and reform. Swords flash out and
flash back again. A noble background of trees frames the gay picture with
cool green foliage. There is a sudden stillness. The closely serried ranks
are rigid and moveless. The shouts of command are silenced.
"The Kaiser."
He comes slowly up the parade ground
on his white charger, helmet and eagle flashing in the sunshine, sitting
his horse as if he lived in the saddle, his face turned to his men as he
passes by.
"Morgen, meine Kinder." His salutation
rings out at intervals in the clear morning air. And back from the ranks
in chorus comes the response: "Morgen, Majestät."
And as he rides on, master of a
million men, the most powerful figure in Europe, reviewing his troops on
the peaceful parade ground at Potsdam, one wonders whether the day will
ever come when he will ride down those ranks on another errand, and when
that cheerful response of the soldiers will have in it the ancient ring of
doom—"Te morituri salutamus."
For answer, let us look at this
challenging figure on the white charger. What is he? What has he done?
By the three short sentences in the
first paragraph beginning "Officers gallop," the author depicts the rapid
movement of the soldiers. By the next three short sentences in the same
paragraph beginning, "There is a sudden stillness," he produces an
impression of suspense. To picture the Kaiser coming up "slowly," he uses a
long, leisurely sentence. The salutations "ring out" in short, crisp
sentences. The more serious, impressive thought of the possibility of war
finds fitting expression in the long, 64-word sentence, ending with the
sonorous—"ring of doom," "Te morituri salutamus."
The transition between the introduction
and the body of the sketch is accomplished by the last paragraph consisting
of three short sentences, in marked contrast with the climactic effect with
which the description closed.
Paragraphs. The paragraph is a
device that aids a writer to convey to readers his thoughts combined in the
same groups in which they are arranged in his own mind. Since a small group
of thoughts is more easily grasped than a large one, paragraphs in
journalistic writing are usually considerably shorter than those of ordinary
English prose. In the narrow newspaper column, there is room for only five
or six words to a line. A paragraph of 250 words, which is the average
length of the literary paragraph, fills between forty and fifty lines of a
newspaper column. Such paragraphs seem heavy and uninviting. Moreover, the
casual reader cannot readily comprehend and combine the various thoughts in
so large a group of sentences. Although there is no standard column width
for magazines, the number of words in a line does not usually exceed eight.
A paragraph of 250 words that occupies 30 eight-word lines seems less
attractive than one of half that length. The normal paragraph in
journalistic writing seldom exceeds 100 words and not infrequently is much
shorter. As such a paragraph contains not more than four or five sentences,
the general reading public has little difficulty in comprehending it.
The beginning of the paragraph, like the
beginning of the sentence, is the part that catches the eye. Significant
ideas that need to be impressed upon the mind of the reader belong at the
beginning. If his attention is arrested and held by the first group of
words, he is likely to read on. If the beginning does not attract him, he
skips down the column to the next paragraph, glancing merely at enough words
in the paragraph that he skips to "get the drift of it." An emphatic
beginning for a paragraph will insure attention for its contents.
Revision. It is seldom that the
first draft of an article cannot be improved by a careful revision. In going
over his work, word by word and sentence by sentence, the writer will
generally find many opportunities to increase the effectiveness of the
structure and the style. Such revision, moreover, need not destroy the ease
and naturalness of expression.
To improve the diction of his article,
the writer should eliminate (1) superfluous words, (2) trite phrases, (3)
general, colorless words, (4) terms unfamiliar to the average reader, unless
they are explained, (5) words with a connotation inappropriate to the
context, (6) hackneyed and mixed metaphors. The effectiveness of the
expression may often be strengthened by the addition of specific,
picture-making, imitative, and connotative words, as well as of figures of
speech that clarify the ideas and stimulate the imagination.
Sentences may frequently be improved (1)
by making their grammatical structure more evident, (2) by breaking up long,
loose sentences into shorter ones, (3) by using short sentences for
emphasis, (4) by varying the sentence length, (5) by transferring important
ideas to the beginning of the sentence.
Every paragraph should be tested to
determine whether or not it is a unified, coherent group of thoughts,
containing not more than 100 words, with important ideas effectively massed
at the beginning.
Finally, revision should eliminate all
errors in grammar, spelling, punctuation, and capitalization. Every minute
spent in improving an article adds greatly to its chances of being accepted.
Importance of Head and Title.
Headlines or titles, illustrations, and names of authors are the three
things that first catch the eye of the reader as he turns over the pages of
a newspaper or magazine. When the writer's name is unknown to him, only the
illustrations and the heading remain to attract his attention.
The "attention-getting" value of the
headline is fully appreciated not only by newspaper and magazine editors but
by writers of advertisements. Just as the striking heads on the front page
of a newspaper increase its sales, so, also, attractive titles on the cover
of a magazine lead people to buy it, and so, too, a good headline in an
advertisement arouses interest in what the advertiser is trying to sell.
A good title adds greatly to the
attractiveness of an article. In the first place, the title is the one thing
that catches the eye of the editor or manuscript reader, as he glances over
the copy, and if the title is good, he carries over this favorable
impression to the first page or two of the article itself. To secure such
favorable consideration for a manuscript among the hundreds that are
examined in editorial offices, is no slight advantage. In the second place,
what is true of the editor and the manuscript is equally true of the reader
and the printed article. No writer can afford to neglect his titles.
Variety in Form and Style.
Because newspapers and magazines differ in the size and the "make-up" of
their pages, there is considerable variety in the style of headlines and
titles given to special feature articles. Some magazine sections of
newspapers have the full-size page of the regular edition; others have pages
only half as large. Some newspapers use large eight-column display heads on
their special articles, while others
confine their headlines for feature stories to a column or two. Some papers
regularly employ sub-titles in their magazine sections, corresponding to the
"lines," "banks," and "decks" in their news headlines. This variety in
newspapers is matched by that in magazines. Despite these differences,
however, there are a few general principles that apply to all kinds of
titles and headlines for special feature articles.
Characteristics of a Good Title.
To accomplish their purpose most effectively titles should be (1)
attractive, (2) accurate, (3) concise, and (4) concrete.
The attractiveness of a title is
measured by its power to arrest attention and to lead to a reading of the
article. As a statement of the subject, the title makes essentially the same
appeal that the subject itself does; that is, it may interest the reader
because the idea it expresses has timeliness, novelty, elements of mystery
or romance, human interest, relation to the reader's life and success, or
connection with familiar or prominent persons or things. Not only the idea
expressed, but the way in which it is expressed, may catch the eye. By a
figurative, paradoxical, or interrogative form, the title may pique
curiosity. By alliteration, balance, or rhyme, it may please the ear. It
permits the reader to taste, in order to whet his appetite. It creates
desires that only the article can satisfy.
In an effort to make his titles
attractive, a writer must beware of sensationalism and exaggeration. The
lurid news headline on the front page of sensational papers has its
counterpart in the equally sensational title in the Sunday magazine section.
All that has been said concerning unwholesome subject-matter for special
feature stories applies to sensational titles. So, too, exaggerated,
misleading headlines on news and advertisements are matched by exaggerated,
misleading titles on special articles. To state more than the facts warrant,
to promise more than can be given, to arouse expectations that cannot be
satisfied—all are departures from truth and honesty.
Accuracy in titles involves, not merely
avoidance of exaggerated and misleading
statement, but complete harmony in tone and spirit between title and
article. When the story is familiar and colloquial in style, the title
should reflect that informality. When the article makes a serious appeal,
the title should be dignified. A good title, in a word, is true to the
spirit as well as to the letter.
Conciseness in titles is imposed on the
writer by the physical limitations of type and page. Because the width of
the column and of the page is fixed, and because type is not made of rubber,
a headline must be built to fit the place it is to fill. Although in framing
titles for articles it is not always necessary to conform to the strict
requirements as to letters and spaces that limit the building of news
headlines, it is nevertheless important to keep within bounds. A study of a
large number of titles will show that they seldom contain more than three or
four important words with the necessary connectives and particles. Short
words, moreover, are preferred to long ones. By analyzing the titles in the
publication to which he plans to send his article, a writer can frame his
title to meet its typographical requirements.
The reader's limited power of rapid
comprehension is another reason for brevity. A short title consisting of a
small group of words yields its meaning at a glance. Unless the reader
catches the idea in the title quickly, he is likely to pass on to something
else. Here again short words have an advantage over long ones.
Concreteness in titles makes for rapid
comprehension and interest. Clean-cut mental images are called up by
specific words; vague ones usually result from general, abstract terms.
Clear mental pictures are more interesting than vague impressions.
Sub-titles. Sub-titles are often
used to supplement and amplify the titles. They are the counterparts of the
"decks" and "banks" in news headlines. Their purpose is to give additional
information, to arouse greater interest, and to assist in carrying the
reader over, as it were, to the beginning of the article.
Since sub-titles follow immediately
after the title, any repetition of important words is usually avoided. It is
desirable to maintain the same tone in both title and sub-title.
Occasionally the two together make a continuous statement. The length of the
sub-title is generally about twice that of the title; that is, the average
sub-title consists of from ten to twelve words, including articles and
connectives. The articles, "a," "an," and "the," are not as consistently
excluded from sub-titles as they are from newspaper headlines.
Some Types of Titles. Attempts to
classify all kinds of headlines and titles involve difficulties similar to
those already encountered in the effort to classify all types of beginnings.
Nevertheless, a separation of titles into fairly distinct, if not mutually
exclusive, groups may prove helpful to inexperienced writers. The following
are the nine most distinctive types of titles: (1) label; (2) "how" and
"why" statement; (3) striking statement, including figure of speech,
paradox, and expression of great magnitude; (4) quotation and paraphrase of
quotation; (5) question; (6) direct address, particularly in imperative
form; (7) alliteration; (8) rhyme; (9) balance.
The label title is a simple, direct
statement of the subject. It has only as much interest and attractiveness as
the subject itself possesses. Such titles are the following:
(1)
RAISING GUINEA PIGS FOR A LIVING
One Missouri Man Finds a Ready Market for All He Can Sell
(2)
HUMAN NATURE AS SEEN BY A PULLMAN PORTER
(3)
THE FINANCIAL SIDE OF FOOTBALL
(4)
CONFESSIONS OF AN UNDERGRADUATE
(5)
BEE-KEEPING ON SHARES
(6)
A COMMUNITY WOOD-CHOPPING DAY
(7)
WHAT A WOMAN ON THE FARM THINKS OF PRICE FIXING
The "how-to-do-something" article may be
given a "how" title that indicates the character of the contents; for
example:
(1)
HOW I FOUND HEALTH IN THE DENTIST'S CHAIR
(2)
HOW TO STORE YOUR CAR IN WINTER
(3)
HOW A FARMER'S WIFE MADE $55 EXTRA
(4)
HOW TO SUCCEED AS A WRITER
Woman Who "Knew She Could Write" Tells How She Began and
Finally Got on the Right Road
The "how" title may also be used for an
article that explains some phenomenon or process. Examples of such titles
are these:
(1)
HOW A NETTLE STINGS
(2)
HOW RIPE OLIVES ARE MADE
(3)
HOW THE FREIGHT CAR GETS HOME
Articles that undertake to give causes
and reasons are appropriately given "why" titles like the following:
(1)
WHY CAVIAR COSTS SO MUCH
(2)
WHY I LIKE A ROUND BARN
(3)
WHY THE COAL SUPPLY IS SHORT
A title may attract attention because of
the striking character of the idea it expresses; for example:
(1)
WANTED: $50,000 MEN
(2)
200 BUSHELS OF CORN PER ACRE
(3)
FIRE WRITES A HEART'S RECORD
(4)
THE PSYCHOLOGY OF SECOND HELPINGS
The paradoxical form of title piques
curiosity by seeming to make a self-contradictory statement, as, for
example, the following:
(1)
SHIPS OF STONE
Seaworthy Concrete Vessels an Accomplished Fact
(2)
CHRISTIAN PAGANS
(3)
A TELESCOPE THAT POINTS DOWNWARD
(4)
SEEING WITH YOUR EARS
(5)
MAKING SAILORS WITHOUT SHIPS
(6)
HOW TO BE AT HOME WHILE TRAVELING
(7)
CANAL-BOATS THAT CLIMB HILLS
A striking figure of speech in a title
stimulates the reader's imagination and arouses his interest; for example:
(1)
PULLING THE RIVER'S TEETH
(2)
THE OLD HOUSE WITH TWO FACES
(3)
THE HONEY-BEE SAVINGS BANK
(4)
RIDING ON BUBBLES
(5)
THE ROMANCE OF NITROGEN
A familiar quotation may be used for the
title and may stand alone, but often a sub-title is desirable to show the
application of the quotation to the subject, thus:
(1)
THE SHOT HEARD 'ROUND THE WORLD
America's First Victory in France
(2)
"ALL WOOL AND A YARD WIDE"
What "All Wool" Really Means and Why Shoddy is Necessary
(3)
THE SERVANT IN THE HOUSE
And Why She Won't Stay in the House
A well-known quotation or common saying
may be paraphrased in a novel way to attract attention; for example:
(1)
FORWARD! THE TRACTOR BRIGADE
(2)
IT'S LO, THE RICH INDIAN
(3)
LEARNING BY UNDOING
(4)
THE GUILELESS SPIDER AND THE WILY FLY
Entomology Modifies our Ideas of the Famous Parlor
Since every question is like a riddle, a
title in question form naturally leads the reader to seek the answer in the
article itself. The directness of appeal may be heightened by addressing the
question to the reader with "you," "your," or by presenting it from the
reader's point of view with the use of "I," "we," or "ours." The sub-title
may be another question or an affirmation, but should not attempt to answer
the question. The following are typical question titles and sub-titles:
(1)
WHAT IS A FAIR PRICE FOR MILK?
(2)
HOW MUCH HEAT IS THERE IN YOUR COAL?
(3)
WHO'S THE BEST BOSS?
Would You Rather Work For a Man or For a Machine?
(4)
"SHE SANK BY THE BOW"—BUT WHY?
(5)
HOW SHALL WE KEEP WARM THIS WINTER?
(6)
DOES DEEP PLOWING PAY?
What Some Recent Tests Have Demonstrated
(7)
SHALL I START A CANNING BUSINESS?
The reader may be addressed in an
imperative form of title, as well as in a question, as the following titles
show:
(1)
BLAME THE SUN SPOTS
Solar Upheavals That Make Mischief on the Earth
(2)
EAT SHARKS AND TAN THEIR SKINS
(3)
HOE! HOE! FOR UNCLE SAM
(4)
DON'T JUMP OUT OF BED
Give Your Subconscious Self a Chance to Awake Gradually
(5)
RAISE FISH ON YOUR FARM
(6)
BETTER STOP! LOOK! AND LISTEN!
The attractiveness of titles may be
heightened by such combinations of sounds as alliteration and rhyme, or by
rhythm such as is produced by balanced elements. The following examples
illustrate the use of alliteration, rhyme, and balance:
(1)
THE LURE OF THE LATCH
(2)
THE DIMINISHING DOLLAR
(3)
TRACING TELEPHONE TROUBLES
(4)
BOY CULTURE AND AGRICULTURE
(5)
A LITTLE BILL AGAINST BILLBOARDS
(6)
EVERY CAMPUS A CAMP
(7)
LABOR-LIGHTENERS AND HOME-BRIGHTENERS
(8)
THE ARTILLERY MILL AT OLD FORT SILL
How Uncle Sam is Training His Field Artillery Officers
(9)
SCHOLARS VS. DOLLARS
(10)
WAR ON PESTS
When the Spray Gun's Away, Crop Enemies Play
(11)
MORE HEAT AND LESS COAL
(12)
GRAIN ALCOHOL FROM GREEN GARBAGE
How to Frame a Title. The
application of the general principles governing titles may best be shown by
means of an article for which a title is desired. A writer, for example, has
prepared a popular article on soil analysis as a means of determining what
chemical elements different kinds of farm land need to be most productive. A
simple label title like "The Value of Soil Analysis," obviously would not
attract the average person, and probably would interest only the more
enterprising of farmers. The analysis of soil not unnaturally suggests the
diagnosis of human disease; and the remedying of worn-out, run-down farm
land by applying such chemicals as phosphorus and lime, is analogous to the
physician's prescription of tonics for a run-down, anæmic person. These
ideas may readily be worked out as the following titles show:
(1)
PRESCRIBING FOR RUN-DOWN LAND
What the Soil Doctor is Doing to Improve Our Farms
(2)
THE SOIL DOCTOR AND HIS TONICS
Prescribing Remedies for Worn-Out Farm Land
(3)
DIAGNOSING ILLS OF THE SOIL
Science Offers Remedies for Depleted Farms
Other figurative titles like the
following may be developed without much effort from the ideas that soil
"gets tired," "wears out," and "needs to be fed":
(1)
WHEN FARM LAND GETS TIRED
Scientists Find Causes of Exhausted Fields
(2)
FIELDS WON'T WEAR OUT
If the Warnings of Soil Experts Are Heeded
(3)
BALANCED RATIONS FOR THE SOIL
Why the Feeding of Farm Land is Necessary for Good Crops
Importance of Good Manuscript.
After an article has been carefully revised, it is ready to be copied in the
form in which it will be submitted to editors. Because hundreds of
contributions are examined every day in editorial offices of large
publications, manuscripts should be submitted in such form that their merits
can be ascertained as easily and as quickly as possible. A neatly and
carefully prepared manuscript is likely to receive more favorable
consideration than a badly typed one. The impression produced by the
external appearance of a manuscript as it comes to an editor's table is
comparable to that made by the personal appearance of an applicant for a
position as he enters an office seeking employment. In copying his article,
therefore, a writer should keep in mind the impression that it will make in
the editorial office.
Form for Manuscripts. Editors
expect all manuscripts to be submitted in typewritten form. Every person who
aspires to write for publication should learn to use a typewriter. Until he
has learned to type his work accurately, he must have a good typist copy it
for him.
A good typewriter with clean type and a
fresh, black, non-copying ribbon produces the best results. The following
elementary directions apply to the preparation of all manuscripts: (1) write
on only one side of the paper; (2) allow a margin of about three quarters of
an inch on all sides of the page; (3) double space the lines in order to
leave room for changes, sub-heads, and other editing.
Unruled white bond paper of good quality
in standard letter size, 8½ by 11 inches, is the most satisfactory. A high
grade of paper not only gives the manuscript a good appearance but stands
more handling and saves the recopying of returned manuscripts. A carbon copy
should be made of every manuscript so
that, if the original copy goes astray in the mail or in an editorial
office, the writer's work will not have been in vain. The carbon copy can
also be used later for comparison with the printed article. Such a
comparison will show the writer the amount and character of the editing that
was deemed necessary to adapt the material to the publication in which it
appears.
A cover sheet of the same paper is a
convenient device. It not only gives the editorial reader some information
in regard to the article, but it protects the manuscript itself. Frequently,
for purposes of record, manuscripts are stamped or marked in editorial
offices, but if a cover page is attached, the manuscript itself is not
defaced. When an article is returned, the writer needs to recopy only the
cover page before starting the manuscript on its next journey. The form for
such a cover page is given below
To be paid for at usual
rates, or to be returned
with the ten (10) cents
in stamps enclosed, to
Arthur W. Milton,
582 Wilson Street,
Des Moines, Iowa.
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Written for The Outlook
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CONFESSIONS OF A FRESHMAN
Why I Was Dropped From College at the End of My
First Year
By Arthur W. Milton
(Note. This article is based on the writer's own
experience in a large Middle Western state university, and the
statistics have been obtained from the registrars of four state
universities. It contains 2,750 words.)
Four (4) Photographs are Enclosed, as follows:
- 1. How I Decorated My Room
- 2. I Spent Hours Learning to Play My Ukelele
- 3. When I Made the Freshman Team
- 4. Cramming For My Final Exams
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The upper half of the first page of the
manuscript should be left blank, so that the editor may write a new title
and sub-title if he is not satisfied with those supplied by the author. The
title, the sub-title, and the author's name should be repeated at the
beginning of the article in the middle of the first page, even though they
have been given on the cover page. At the left-hand side, close to the top
of each page after the first, should be placed the writer's last name
followed by a dash and the title of the article, thus:
Milton—Confessions of a Freshman.
The pages should be numbered in the
upper right-hand corner. By these simple means the danger of losing a page
in the editorial offices is reduced to a minimum.
Typographical Style. Every
newspaper and magazine has its own distinct typographical style in
capitalization, abbreviation, punctuation, hyphenation, and the use of
numerical figures. Some newspapers and periodicals have a style book giving
rules for the preparation and editing of copy. A careful reading of several
issues of a publication
will show a writer the salient features of
its typographical style. It is less important, however, to conform to the
typographical peculiarities of any one publication than it is to follow
consistently the commonly accepted rules of capitalization, punctuation,
abbreviation, and "unreformed" spelling. Printers prefer to have each page
end with a complete sentence. At the close of the article it is well to put
the end mark (#).
When a special feature story for
newspaper publication must be prepared so hastily that there is no time to
copy the first draft, it may be desirable to revise the manuscript by using
the marks commonly employed in editing copy. These are as follows:
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that it is to be set in capital letters; thus, American. |
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Two short lines under a letter or a word indicate
that it is to be set in small capital letters; thus, NEW YORK TIMES. |
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One line under a word or words indicates that it is
to be set in italics; thus, sine qua non. |
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An oblique line drawn from right to left through a
capital letter indicates that it is to be set in lower case; thus, He
is a sophomore. |
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A circle around numerical figures or abbreviations
indicates that they are to be spelled out; thus, There are ten in a
bushel. |
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A circle around words or figures spelled out
indicates that they are to be abbreviated or that numerical figures
are to be used; thus, Prof. A.B. Smith is 60. |
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A caret is placed at the point in the line where the
letters or words written above the line are to be inserted; thus, It
is not complimentary to him. |
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A line encircling two or more words like an elongated
figure "8" indicates that the words are to be transposed; thus, to
study carefully. |
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Half circles connecting words or letters indicate
that they are to be brought together; thus, tomorrow. |
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A vertical line between parts of a word shows that
the parts are to be separated; thus, all right. |
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A small cross or a period in a circle may be used to
show that a period is to be used; thus, U.S. 4 per cent. bonds. |
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Mailing Manuscripts. Since
manuscripts are written matter, they must be sent sealed as first-class mail
at letter rates of postage. For the return of rejected articles stamps may
be attached to the cover page by means of a clip, or a self-addressed
envelope with stamps affixed may be enclosed. The writer's name and address
should always be given on the envelope in which the manuscript is sent to
the publishers.
The envelope containing the article
should be addressed to the "Editor" of a magazine or to the "Sunday Editor"
of a newspaper, as nothing is gained by addressing him or
her by name. If a writer knows an editor
personally or has had correspondence with him in regard to a particular
article, it may be desirable to send the manuscript to him personally. An
accompanying letter is not necessary, for the cover page of the manuscript
gives the editor and his assistants all the information that they need.
Articles consisting of only a few pages
may be folded twice and mailed in a long envelope; bulkier manuscripts
should be folded once and sent in a manila manuscript envelope. Photographs
of sizes up to 5 x 7 inches may be placed in a manuscript that is folded
once, with a single piece of stout cardboard for protection. When larger
photographs, up to 8 x 10 inches, accompany the article, the manuscript must
be sent unfolded, with two pieces of cardboard to protect the pictures.
Manuscripts should never be rolled.
How Manuscripts are Handled. In
order to handle hundreds of manuscripts as expeditiously as possible, most
large editorial offices have worked out systems that, though differing
slightly, are essentially the same. When a manuscript is received, a record
is made of it on a card or in a book, with the name and address of the
author, the title and character of the contribution, and the time of its
receipt. The same data are entered on a blank that is attached to the
manuscript by a clip. On this blank are left spaces for comments by each of
the editorial assistants who read and pass upon the article.
After these records have been made, the
manuscript is given to the first editorial reader. He can determine by
glancing at the first page or two whether or not the article is worth
further consideration. Of the thousands of contributions of all kinds
submitted, a considerable proportion are not in the least adapted to the
periodical to which they have been sent. The first reader, accordingly, is
scarcely more than a skilled sorter who separates the possible from the
impossible. All manuscripts that are clearly unacceptable are turned over to
a clerk to be returned with a rejection slip.
When an article appears to have merit,
the first reader looks over it a second time and adds a brief comment, which
he signs with his initials. The manuscript is then read and commented on by
other editorial readers before it reaches the assistant editor. The best of
the contributions are submitted to the editor for a final decision. By such
a system every meritorious contribution is considered carefully by several
critics before it is finally accepted or rejected. Moreover, the editor and
the assistant editor have before them the comments of several readers with
which to compare their own impressions.
In newspaper offices manuscripts are
usually sorted by the assistant Sunday editor, or assistant magazine editor,
and are finally accepted or rejected by the Sunday or magazine editor.
Rejected Manuscripts. In
rejecting contributions, editorial offices follow various methods. The
commonest one is to send the author a printed slip expressing regret that
the manuscript is not acceptable and encouraging him to submit something
else. Some ingenious editors have prepared a number of form letters to
explain to contributors the various reasons why their manuscripts are
unacceptable. The editorial assistant who rejects an unsuitable article
indicates by number which of these form letters is to be sent to the author.
A few editors send a personal letter to every contributor. Sometimes an
editor in rejecting a contribution will suggest some publication to which it
might be acceptable. If a manuscript has merit but is not entirely
satisfactory, he may suggest that it be revised and submitted to him again.
Keeping a Manuscript Record.
Every writer who intends to carry on his work in a systematic manner should
keep a manuscript record, to assist him in marketing his articles to the
best advantage. Either a book or a card index may be used. The purpose of
such a record is to show (1) the length of time required by various
publications to make a decision on contributions; (2) the rate and the time
of payment of each periodical; (3) the present whereabouts
of his manuscript and the periodicals to
which it has already been submitted.
It is important for a writer to know how
soon he may expect a decision on his contributions. If he has prepared an
article that depends on timeliness for its interest, he cannot afford to
send it to an editor who normally takes three or four weeks to make a
decision. Another publication to which his article is equally well adapted,
he may find from his manuscript record, accepts or rejects contributions
within a week or ten days. Naturally he will send his timely article to the
publication that makes the quickest decision. If that publication rejects
it, he will still have time enough to try it elsewhere. His experience with
different editors, as recorded in his manuscript record, often assists him
materially in placing his work to the best advantage.
The rate and the time of payment for
contributions are also worth recording. When an article is equally well
suited to two or more periodicals, a writer will naturally be inclined to
send it first to the publication that pays the highest price and that pays
on acceptance.
A manuscript record also indicates where
each one of a writer's articles is at a given moment, and by what
publications it has been rejected. For such data he cannot afford to trust
his memory.
A writer may purchase a manuscript
record book or may prepare his own book or card index. At the top of each
page or card is placed the title of the article, followed by the number of
words that it contains, the number of illustrations that accompany it, and
the date on which it was completed. On the lines under the title are written
in turn the names of the periodicals to which the manuscript is submitted,
with (1) the dates on which it was submitted and returned or rejected; (2)
the rate and the time of payment; and (3) any remarks that may prove
helpful. A convenient form for such a page or card is shown on the next
page:
| Confessions of a Freshman. 2,750 Words. 4
Photos. Written, Jan. 18, 1919. |
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Returned |
Accepted |
Paid |
Amount |
Remarks |
| The Outlook |
1/18/19 |
1/30/19 |
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1/31/19 |
2/10/19 |
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3/12/19 |
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Accepted Manuscripts.
Contributions accepted for publication are paid for at the time of their
acceptance, at the time of their publication, or at some fixed date in the
month following their acceptance or publication. Nearly all well-established
periodicals pay for articles when they are accepted. Some publications do
not pay until the article is printed, a method obviously less satisfactory
to a writer than prompt payment, since he may have to wait a year or more
for his money. Newspapers pay either on acceptance or before the tenth day
of the month following publication. The latter arrangement grows out of the
practice of paying correspondents between the first and the tenth of each
month for the work of the preceding month.
After a manuscript has been accepted, a
writer usually has no further responsibility concerning it. Some magazines
submit galley proofs to the author for correction and for any changes that
he cares to make. It is desirable to make as few alterations as possible to
avoid the delay and expense of resetting the type. Corrected proofs should
be returned promptly.
Unless specific stipulations are made to
the contrary by the author, an article on being accepted by a periodical
becomes its property and cannot be republished without its consent. Usually
an editor will grant an author permission
to reprint an article in book or pamphlet
form. By copyrighting each issue, as most magazines and some newspapers do,
the publishers establish fully their rights to an author's work.
Syndicating Articles. By sending
copies of his articles to a number of newspapers for simultaneous
publication, a writer of special feature stories for newspapers may add to
his earnings. This method is known as syndicating. It is made possible by
the fact that the circulation of newspapers is largely local. Since, for
example, Chicago papers are not read in New York, or Minneapolis papers in
St. Louis, these papers may well publish the same articles on the same day.
Organized newspaper syndicates furnish many papers with reading matter of
all kinds.
The same article must not, however, be
sent to more than one magazine, but a single subject may be used for two
entirely different articles intended for two magazines. If two articles are
written on the same subject, different pictures should be secured, so that
it will not be necessary to send copies of the same illustrations to two
magazines. Agricultural journals with a distinctly sectional circulation do
not object to using syndicated articles, provided that the journals to which
the article is sent do not circulate in the same territory.
If a writer desires to syndicate his
work, he must conform to several requirements. First, he must make as many
good copies as he intends to send out and must secure separate sets of
photographs to accompany each one. Second, he must indicate clearly on each
copy the fact that he is syndicating the article and that he is sending it
to only one paper in a city. A special feature story, for instance, sent to
the Kansas City Star for publication in its Sunday edition, he would
mark, "Exclusive for Kansas City. Release for Publication, Sunday, January
19." Third, he must send out the copies sufficiently far in advance of the
release date to enable all of the papers to arrange for the publication of
the article on that day. For papers with magazine sections that are made up
a week or more before the day of
publication, articles should be in the office of the editor at least two
weeks before the release date. For papers that make up their Sunday issues
only a few days in advance, articles need be submitted only a week before
the publication day.
Selling Articles to Syndicates.
The syndicates that supply newspapers with various kinds of material,
including special feature stories, are operated on the same principle that
governs the syndicating of articles by the writer himself. That is, they
furnish their features to a number of different papers for simultaneous
publication. Since, however, they sell the same material to many papers,
they can afford to do so at a comparatively low price and still make a fair
profit. To protect their literary property, they often copyright their
features, and a line of print announcing this fact is often the only
indication in a newspaper that the matter was furnished by a syndicate.
Among the best-known newspaper syndicates are the Newspaper Enterprise
Association, Cleveland, Ohio; the McClure Newspaper Syndicate, New York; and
the Newspaper Feature Service, New York. A number of large newspapers, like
the New York Evening Post, the Philadelphia Ledger, and the
New York Tribune, syndicate their popular features to papers in other
cities.
A writer may submit his special feature
stories to one of the newspaper syndicates just as he would send it to a
newspaper or magazine. These organizations usually pay well for acceptable
manuscripts. It is not as easy, however, to discover the needs and general
policy of each syndicate as it is those of papers and magazines, because
frequently there is no means of identifying their articles when they are
printed in newspapers.
Value of Illustrations. The
perfecting of photo-engraving processes for making illustrations has been
one of the most important factors in the development of popular magazines
and of magazine sections of newspapers, for good pictures have contributed
largely to their success. With the advent of the half-tone process a
generation ago, and with the more recent application of the rotogravure
process to periodical publications, comparatively cheap and rapid methods of
illustration were provided. Newspapers and magazines have made extensive use
of both these processes.
The chief value of illustrations for
special articles lies in the fact that they present graphically what would
require hundreds of words to describe. Ideas expressed in pictures can be
grasped much more readily than ideas expressed in words. As an aid to rapid
reading illustrations are unexcelled. In fact, so effective are pictures as
a means of conveying facts that whole sections of magazines and Sunday
newspapers are given over to them exclusively.
Illustrations constitute a particularly
valuable adjunct to special articles. Good reproductions of photographs
printed in connection with the articles assist readers to visualize and to
understand what a writer is undertaking to explain. So fully do editors
realize the great attractiveness of illustrations, that they will buy
articles accompanied by satisfactory photographs more readily than they will
those without illustrations. Excellent photographs will sometimes sell
mediocre articles, and meritorious articles may even be rejected because
they lack good illustrations. In preparing his special feature stories, a
writer will do well to consider carefully the number and character of the
illustrations necessary to give his work the strongest possible appeal.
Securing Photographs.
Inexperienced writers are often at a loss to know how to secure good
photographs. Professional photographers will, as a rule, produce the best
results, but amateur writers often hesitate to incur the expense involved,
especially when they feel uncertain about selling their articles. If prints
can be obtained from negatives that photographers have taken for other
purposes, the cost is so small that a writer can afford to risk the
expenditure. Money spent for good photographs is usually money well spent.
Every writer of special articles should
become adept in the use of a camera. With a little study and practice, any
one can take photographs that will reproduce well for illustrations. One
advantage to a writer of operating his own camera is that he can take
pictures on the spur of the moment when he happens to see just what he
needs. Unconventional pictures caught at the right instant often make the
best illustrations.
The charges for developing films and for
making prints and enlargements are now so reasonable that a writer need not
master these technicalities in order to use a camera of his own. If he has
time and interest, however, he may secure the desired results more nearly by
developing and printing his own pictures.
Satisfactory pictures can be obtained
with almost any camera, but one with a high-grade lens and shutter is the
best for all kinds of work. A pocket camera so equipped is very convenient.
If a writer can afford to make a somewhat larger initial investment, he will
do well to buy a camera of the so-called "reflex" type. Despite its greater
weight and bulk, as compared with pocket cameras, it has the advantage of
showing the picture full size, right side up, on the top of the camera,
until the very moment that the button is pressed. These reflex cameras are
equipped with the fastest types of lens and shutter, and thus are
particularly well adapted to poorly lighted and rapidly moving objects.
A tripod should be used whenever
possible. A hastily taken snap shot
often proves unsatisfactory, whereas, if the camera had rested on a tripod,
and if a slightly longer exposure had been given, a good negative would
doubtless have resulted.
Requirements for Photographs. All
photographs intended for reproduction by the half-tone or the rotogravure
process should conform to certain requirements.
First: The standard size of photographic
prints to be used for illustrations is 5 x 7 inches, but two smaller sizes,
4 x 5 and 3½ x 5½, as well as larger sizes such as 6½ x 8½ and 8 x 10, are
also acceptable. Professional photographers generally make their negatives
for illustrations in the sizes, 5 x 7, 6½ x 8½, and 8 x 10. If a writer uses
a pocket camera taking pictures smaller than post-card size (3½ x 5½), he
must have his negatives enlarged to one of the above standard sizes.
Second: Photographic prints for
illustrations should have a glossy surface; that is, they should be what is
known as "gloss prints." Prints on rough paper seldom reproduce
satisfactorily; they usually result in "muddy" illustrations. Prints may be
mounted or unmounted; unmounted ones cost less and require less postage, but
are more easily broken in handling.
Third: Objects in the photograph should
be clear and well defined; this requires a sharp negative. For newspaper
illustrations it is desirable to have prints with a stronger contrast
between the dark and the light parts of the picture than is necessary for
the finer half-tones and rotogravures used in magazines.
Fourth: Photographs must have life and
action. Pictures of inanimate objects in which neither persons nor animals
appear, seem "dead" and unattractive to the average reader. It is necessary,
therefore, to have at least one person in every photograph. Informal,
unconventional pictures in which the subjects seem to have been "caught"
unawares, are far better than those that appear to have been posed. Good
snap-shots of persons in characteristic surroundings are always preferable
to cabinet photographs. "Action
pictures" are what all editors and all readers want.
Fifth: Pictures must "tell the story";
that is, they should illustrate the phase of the subject that they are
designed to make clear. Unless a photograph has illustrative value it fails
to accomplish the purpose for which it is intended.
Captions for Illustrations. On
the back of a photograph intended for reproduction the author should write
or type a brief explanation of what it represents. If he is skillful in
phrasing this explanation, or "caption," as it is called, the editor will
probably use all or part of it just as it stands. If his caption is
unsatisfactory, the editor will have to write one based on the writer's
explanation. A clever caption adds much to the attractiveness of an
illustration.
A caption should not be a mere label,
but, like a photograph, should have life and action. It either should
contain a verb of action or should imply one. In this and other respects, it
is not unlike the newspaper headline. Instead, for example, of the label
title, "A Large Gold Dredge in Alaska," a photograph was given the caption,
"Digs Out a Fortune Daily." A picture of a young woman feeding chickens in a
backyard poultry run that accompanied an article entitled "Did You Ever
Think of a Meat Garden?" was given the caption "Fresh Eggs and Chicken
Dinners Reward Her Labor." To illustrate an article on the danger of the pet
cat as a carrier of disease germs, a photograph of a child playing with a
cat was used with the caption, "How Epidemics Start." A portrait of a
housewife who uses a number of labor-saving devices in her home bore the
legend, "She is Reducing Housekeeping to a Science." "A Smoking Chimney is a
Bad Sign" was the caption under a photograph of a chimney pouring out smoke,
which was used to illustrate an article on how to save coal.
Longer captions describing in detail the
subject illustrated by the photograph, are not uncommon; in fact, as
more and more pictures are being used,
there is a growing tendency to place a short statement, or "overline," above
the illustration and to add to the amount of descriptive matter in the
caption below it. This is doubtless due to two causes: the increasing use of
illustrations unaccompanied by any text except the caption, and the effort
to attract the casual reader by giving him a taste, as it were, of what the
article contains.
Drawings for Illustrations.
Diagrams, working drawings, floor plans, maps, or pen-and-ink sketches are
necessary to illustrate some articles. Articles of practical guidance often
need diagrams. Trade papers like to have their articles illustrated with
reproductions of record sheets and blanks designed to develop greater
efficiency in office or store management. If a writer has a little skill in
drawing, he may prepare in rough form the material that he considers
desirable for illustration, leaving to the artists employed by the
publication the work of making drawings suitable for reproduction. A writer
who has had training in pen-and-ink drawing may prepare his own
illustrations. Such drawings should be made on bristol board with black
drawing ink, and should be drawn two or three times as large as they are
intended to appear when printed. If record sheets are to be used for
illustration, the ruling should be done with black drawing ink, and the
figures and other data should be written in with the same kind of ink.
Typewriting on blanks intended for reproduction should be done with a fresh
record black ribbon. Captions are necessary on the back of drawings as well
as on photographs.
Mailing Photographs and Drawings.
It is best to mail flat all photographs and drawings up to 8 x 10 in size,
in the envelope with the manuscript, protecting them with pieces of stout
cardboard. Only very large photographs or long, narrow panoramic ones should
be rolled and mailed in a heavy cardboard tube, separate from the
manuscript. The writer's name and address, as well as the title of the
article to be illustrated, should be written on the back of every photograph
and drawing.
As photographs and drawings are not
ordinarily returned when they are used with an article that is accepted,
writers should not promise to return such material to the persons from whom
they secure it. Copies can almost always be made from the originals when
persons furnishing writers with photographs and drawings desire to have the
originals kept in good condition.
AN OUTLINE FOR THE ANALYSIS OF SPECIAL FEATURE ARTICLES
(Boston Herald)
TEACH CHILDREN LOVE OF ART THROUGH STORY-TELLING
"——And so," ended the story, "St. George slew the dragon."
A great sigh, long drawn and sibilant, which for the last five minutes had
been swelling 57 little thoraxes, burst out and filled the space of the
lecture hall at the Museum of Fine Arts.
"O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!" said 27 little girls.
"Aw-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w, gosh!" said 30 little boys. "Say, Mis' Cronan, there
wasn't no real dragon, was they?" A shock-headed youngster pushed his way to
the platform where Mrs. Mary C. Cronan, professional story teller, stood
smiling and wistfully looked up at her. "They wasn't no really dragon, was
they?"
"'Course they was a dragon! Whadd'ye think the man wanted to paint the
picture for if there wasn't a dragon? Certn'y there was a dragon. I leave it
to Mis' Cronan if there wasn't."
Steering a narrow course between fiction and truth, Mrs. Cronan told her
class that she thought there certainly must have been a dragon or the
picture wouldn't have been painted.
It was at one of the regular morning story hours at the Museum of Fine Arts,
a department opened three years ago at the museum by Mrs. Cronan and Mrs.
Laura Scales, a department which has become so popular that now hundreds of
children a week are entertained, children from the public playgrounds and
from the settlement houses.
On this particular day it was children from the Bickford street playground
under the guidance of two teachers from the Lucretia Crocker School, Miss
Roche and Miss Hayes, who had, in some mysterious manner, convoyed these 57
atoms to the museum by car without mishap and who apparently did not dread
the necessity of getting them back again, although to the uninitiated it
appeared a task beside which grasping a comet by the tail was a pleasant
afternoon's amusement.
For the most part the story of St. George and the Dragon was a new thing to
these children. They might stand for St. George,
although his costume was a little out of
the regular form at Jamaica Plain, but the Dragon was another thing.
"I don't believe it," insisted an
8-year-old. "I seen every animal in the Zoo in the park and I don't see any
of them things." But the wistful little boy kept insisting that there must
be such an animal or Mrs. Cronan wouldn't say so.
"That is the way they nearly always take
it at first," said Mrs. Cronan. "Nearly all of these children are here for
the first time. Later they will bring their fathers and mothers on Sunday
and you might hear them explaining the pictures upstairs as if they were the
docents of the museum.
"The object of the story hour is to
familiarize the children with as many as possible of the pictures of the
Museum and to get them into the way of coming here of themselves. When they
go away they are given cards bearing a reproduction of the picture about
which the story of the day has been told, and on these cards is always an
invitation to them to bring their families to the Museum on Saturday and
Sunday, when there is no entrance fee."
The idea of the story hour was broached
several years ago and at first it was taken up as an experiment.
Stereopticon slides were made of several of the more famous pictures in the
Museum, and Mrs. Cronan, who was at the time achieving a well earned success
at the Public Library, was asked to take charge of the story telling. The
plan became a success at once.
Later Mrs. Scales was called in to take
afternoon classes, and now more than 1000 children go to the Museum each
week during July and August and hear stories told entertainingly that fix in
their minds the best pictures of the world. Following the stories they are
taken through the halls of the Museum and are given short talks on some art
subject. One day it may be some interesting thing on Thibetan amulets, or on
tapestries or on some picture, Stuart's Washington or Turner's Slave Ship,
or a colorful canvas of Claude Monet.
It is hoped that the movement may result
in greater familiarity with and love for the Museum, for it is intended by
the officials that these children shall come to love the Museum and to care
for the collection and not to think of it, as many do, as a cold,
unresponsive building containing dark mysteries, or haughty officials, or an
atmosphere of "highbrow" iciness.
"I believe," says Mrs. Cronan, "that our
little talks are doing just this thing. And although some of them, of
course, can't get the idea quite all at
once, most of these children will have a soft spot hereafter for Donatello's
St. George."
At least some of them were not
forgetting it, for as they filed out the wistful little boy was still
talking about it.
"Ya," he said to the scoffer, "you
mightn't a seen him at the Zoo. That's all right, but you never went over to
the 'quarium. Probably they got one over there. Gee! I wish I could see a
dragon. What color are they?"
But the smallest boy of all, who had
hold of Miss Hayes's hand and who had been an interested listener to all
this, branched out mentally into other and further fields.
"Aw," said he, "I know a feller what's
got a ginny pig wit' yeller spots on 'im and he—" And they all trailed out
the door.
(Christian Science Monitor)
One illustration, a half-tone
reproduction of a photograph showing the interior of the greenhouse with
girls at work.
WHERE GIRLS LEARN TO WIELD SPADE AND HOE
To go to school in a potato patch; to say one's lessons to a farmer; to
study in an orchard and do laboratory work in a greenhouse—this is the
pleasant lot of the modern girl who goes to a school of horticulture instead
of going to college, or perhaps after going to college.
If ever there was a vocation that seemed specially adapted to many women,
gardening would at first glance be the one. From the time of
"Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?"
down to the busy city woman who to-day takes her recreation by digging in
her flowerbeds, gardens have seemed a natural habitat for womankind, and
garden activities have belonged to her by right.
In various parts of the country there have now been established schools
where young women may learn the ways of trees and shrubs, vegetables and
flowers, and may do experimental work among the growing things themselves.
Some of these schools are merely adjuncts of the state agricultural
colleges, with more or less limited
courses of instruction; but, just out of Philadelphia, there is a school, to
which women only are admitted, that is located on a real farm, and covers a
wide range of outdoor study.
One begins to feel the homely charm of
the place the moment instructions are given as to how to reach it.
"Out the old Lime-kiln road," you are
told. And out the old Lime-kiln road you go, until you come to a farm which
spells the perfection of care in every clump of trees and every row of
vegetables. Some girls in broad-brimmed hats are working in the Strawberry
bed—if you go in strawberry time—and farther on a group of women have
gathered, with an overalled instructor, under an apple tree the needs of
which are being studied.
Under some sedate shade trees, you are
led to an old Pennsylvania stone farmhouse—the administration building, if
you please. Beyond are the barns, poultry houses, nurseries and greenhouses,
and a cottage which is used as a dormitory for the girls—as unlike the usual
dormitory as the school is unlike the usual school. A bee colony has its own
little white village near by.
Then the director, a trained woman
landscape gardener, tells you all that this school of horticulture has
accomplished since its founding five years ago.
"Women are naturally fitted for
gardening, and for some years past there have been many calls for women to
be teachers in school gardens, planners of private gardens, or landscape
gardeners in institutions for women. Very few women, however, have had the
practical training to enable them to fill such positions, and five years ago
there was little opportunity for them to obtain such training. At that time
a number of women in and about Philadelphia, who realized the need for
thorough teaching in all the branches of horticulture, not merely in theory
but in practice, organized this school. The course is planned to equip women
with the practical knowledge that will enable them to manage private and
commercial gardens, greenhouses or orchards. Some women wish to learn how to
care for their own well-loved gardens; some young girls study with the idea
of establishing their own greenhouses and raising flowers as a means of
livelihood; still others want to go in for fruit farming, and even for
poultry raising or bee culture.
"In other countries, schools of
gardening for women are holding a recognized place in the educational world.
In England, Belgium, Germany, Italy,
Denmark and Russia, such institutions have long passed the experimental
stage; graduates from their schools are managing large estates or holding
responsible positions as directors of public or private gardens, as managers
of commercial greenhouses, or as consulting horticulturists and lecturers.
In this country there is a growing demand for supervisors of home and school
gardens, for work on plantations and model farms, and for landscape
gardeners. Such positions command large salaries, and the comparatively few
women available for them are almost certain to attain success."
Already one of the graduates has issued
a modest brown circular stating that she is equipped to supply ideas for
gardens and personally to plant them; to expend limited sums of money to the
best advantage for beauty and service; to take entire charge of gardens and
orchards for the season and personally to supervise gardens during the
owners' absence; to spray ornamental trees and shrubs, and prune them; and
to care for indoor plants and window boxes.
"She is making a success of it, too. She
has all she can do," comments one of the women directors, who is standing
by.
A smiling strawberry student, who is
passing, readily tells all that going to a garden school means.
"Each one of us has her own small plot
of ground for which she is responsible. We have to plant it, care for it,
and be marked on it. We all have special care of certain parts of the
greenhouse, too, and each has a part of the nursery, the orchard and the
vineyard. Even the work that is too heavy for us we have to study about, so
that we can direct helpers when the time comes. We have to understand every
detail of it all. We have to keep a daily record of our work. This is the
way to learn how long it takes for different seeds to germinate, and thus we
watch the development of the fruits and flowers and vegetables. You see, the
attendance at the school is limited to a small number; so each one of us
receives a great deal of individual attention and help.
"We learn simple carpentry, as part of
the course, so that we shall be able to make window boxes, flats, cold
frames and other articles that we need. We could even make a greenhouse, if
we had to. We are taught the care and raising of poultry, we learn bee
culture, and we have a course in landscape gardening. There is a course in
canning and preserving, too, so that our fruits and berries can be disposed
of in that way, if we should not be
able to sell them outright, when we have the gardens of our own that we are
all looking forward to."
In the cozy cottage that serves as a
dormitory, there is a large classroom, where the lectures in botany,
entomology, soils and horticultural chemistry are given. There is a staff of
instructors, all from well-known universities, and a master farmer to impart
the practical everyday process of managing fields and orchards. Special
lectures are given frequently by experts in various subjects. In the cottage
is a big, homelike living-room, where the girls read and sing and dance in
the evening. Each girl takes care of her own bedroom.
The costumes worn by these garden
students are durable, appropriate and most becoming. The school colors are
the woodsy ones of brown and green, and the working garb is carried out in
these colors. Brown khaki or corduroy skirts, eight inches from the ground,
with two large pockets, are worn under soft green smocks smocked in brown.
The sweaters are brown or green, and there is a soft hat for winter and a
large shade hat for summer. Heavy working gloves and boots are provided, and
a large apron with pockets goes with the outfit.
All in all, you feel sure, as you go
back down the "old Lime-Kiln road," that the motto of the school will be
fulfilled in the life of each of its students: "So enter that daily thou
mayst become more thoughtful and more learned. So depart that daily thou
mayst become more useful to thyself and to all mankind."
(Boston Transcript)
BOYS IN
SEARCH OF JOBS
BY RAYMOND
G. FULLER
One morning
lately, if you had stood on Kneeland street in sight of the entrance of the
State Free Employment Office, you would have seen a long line of boys—a
hundred of them—waiting for the doors to open. They were of all sorts of
racial extraction and of ages ranging through most of the teens. Some you
would have called ragamuffins, street urchins, but some were too well
washed, combed and laundered for such a designation. Some were eagerly
waiting, some anxiously, some indifferently. Some wore sober faces; some
were standing soldierly stiff; but others were bubbling over with the
spirits of their age, gossiping,
shouting, indulging in colt-play. When they came out, some hustled away to
prospective employers and others loitered in the street. Disappointment was
written all over some of them, from face to feet; on others the inscription
was, "I don't care."
Two hundred boys applied for "jobs" at
the employment office that day. Half the number were looking for summer
positions. Others were of the vast army of boys who quit school for keeps at
the eighth or ninth grade or thereabouts. Several weeks before school closed
the office had more than enough boy "jobs" to go around. With the coming of
vacation time the ratio was reversed. The boy applicants were a hundred or
two hundred daily. For the two hundred on the day mentioned there were fifty
places.
Says Mr. Deady, who has charge of the
department for male minors: "Ranging from fourteen to nineteen years of age,
of all nationalities and beliefs, fresh from the influence of questionable
home environment, boisterous and brimful of animation, without ideas and
thoughtless to a marked degree—this is the picture of the ordinary boy who
is in search of employment. He is without a care and his only thought, if he
has one, is to obtain as high a wage as possible. It is safe to say that of
the thousands of boys who apply annually at the employment office,
two-thirds are between sixteen and eighteen years of age. Before going
further, we can safely say that twenty per cent of the youngest lads have
left school only a few weeks before applying for work. Approximately sixty
per cent have not completed a course in the elementary grammar schools."
The boy of foreign parentage seems to be
more in earnest, more ambitious, than the American boy (not to quibble over
the definition of the adjective "American"). Walter L. Sears, superintendent
of the office in Kneeland street, tells this story:
An American youngster came in.
"Gotta job?" he asked.
"Yes, here is one"—referring to the card
records—"in a printing office; four dollars a week."
"'Taint enough money. Got anything
else?"
"Here's a place in a grocery store—six
dollars a week."
"What time d'ye have to get to work in
the morning?"
"Seven o'clock."
"Got anything else?"
"Here's something—errand boy—six a week,
mornings at eight."
"Saturday
afternoons off?"
"Nothing is said about it."
"W-ell-l, maybe I'll drop around and
look at it."
American independence!
An Italian boy came in, looking for
work. He was told of the printing office job.
"All right. I'll take it."
For what it is worth, it may be set down
that a large proportion of the boy applicants carefully scrutinize the
dollar sign when they talk wages. Moreover, they are not unacquainted with
that phrase concocted by those higher up, "the high cost of living." The
compulsion of the thing, or the appeal of the phrase—which?
The youthful unemployed, those who seek
employment, would cast a good-sized vote in favor of "shoffer." A youngster
comes to Mr. Sears. He wants to be a "shoffer."
"Why do you want to be a chauffeur?"
"I don't know."
"Haven't you any reasons at all?"
"No, sir."
"Isn't it because you have many times
seen the man at the wheel rounding a corner in an automobile at a 2.40 clip
and sailing down the boulevard at sixty miles an hour?"
The boy's eyes light up with the
picture.
"Isn't that it?"
And the boy's eyes light up with
discovery.
"Yes, I guess so."
"Well, have you ever seen the chauffeur
at night, after being out all day with the car? Overalls on, sleeves rolled
up, face streaming with perspiration? Repairing the mechanism, polishing the
brass? Tired to death?"
"No, sir."
The boy applicants seldom have any clear
idea of the ultimate prospects in any line of work they may have in mind—as
to the salary limit for the most expert, or the opportunities for promotion
and the securing of an independent position. Many of them have no
preconceived idea even of what they want to do, to say nothing of what they
ought to do.
Here is an instance.
"I want a position," says a boy.
"What kind of a position?"
"I don't know."
"Haven't
you ever thought about it?"
"No."
"Haven't you ever talked it over at home
or at school?"
"No."
"Would you like to be a machinist?"
"I don't know."
"Would you like to be a plumber?"
"I don't know."
Similar questions, with similar answers,
continue. Finally:
"Would you like to be a doctor?"
"I don't know—is that a good position?"
Sometimes a boy is accompanied to the
office by his father.
"My son is a natural-born electrician,"
the father boasts.
"What has he done to show that?"
"Why, he's wired the whole house from
top to bottom."
It is found by further questions that
the lad has installed a push-bell button at the front door and another at
the back door. He had bought dry batteries, wire and buttons at a hardware
store in a box containing full directions. It is nevertheless hard to
convince the father that the boy may not be a natural-born electrician,
after all.
In frequent cases the father has not
considered the limitations and opportunities in the occupation which he
chooses for his son.
Mr. Deady has this to say on the subject
of the father's relation to the boy's "job": "The average boy while seeking
employment in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred is unaccompanied by either
parent. Such a condition is deplorable. It not only shows a lack of interest
in the boy's welfare on the part of the parents, but also places the
youthful applicant in an unfair position. Oftentimes, owing to inexperience,
a boy accepts a position without inquiring into the details and nature of
the same. His main thought is the amount of the wage to be received.
Consequently there is but one obvious result. The hours are excessive, the
work is beyond the boy's strength or is hazardous, and finally the lad
withdraws without notice. It is this general apathy on the part of the
parents of a boy, combined with over-zealousness on the part of an ordinary
employer to secure boy labor for a mere trifle, that accounts for the
instability of juvenile labor."
The coming of vacation invariably brings
a great influx of boys to the State employment office, some looking for
summer work, others for permanent employment. Most of them show lack of
intelligent constructive thought on the
matter in hand. Few of them have had any counsel, or any valuable counsel
from their parents or others. To Mr. Sears and his assistants—and they have
become very proficient at it—is left the task of vocational guidance, within
such limitations as those of time and equipment. What can be done to get the
boy and his sponsors to thinking intelligently about the question of an
occupation for the boy, with proper regard to their mutual fitness?
Superintendent Sears has some
suggestions to offer. In his opinion the subject of occupational choice
should be debated thoroughly in the public schools. He favors the
introduction of some plan embodying this idea in the upper grades of the
grammar school, under conditions that would give each boy an opportunity to
talk, and that would encourage him to consult his parents and teachers. The
debates might be held monthly, and preparation should be required. Experts
or successful men in various occupations might be called in to address the
pupils and furnish authoritative information. The questions debated should
involve the advisability of learning a trade and the choice of a trade, and
the same considerations with respect to the professions, the mercantile
pursuits, and so on. The pupils should be allowed to vote on the merits of
each question debated. By such a method, thinks Mr. Sears, the boys would
gain the valuable training which debating gives, would devote considerable
thought to the question of their future employment, would acquire much
information, and would get their parents more interested in the matter than
many of them are.
(New York Evening Post)
GIRLS AND A CAMP
Now it is that Many
Coveys of Students are Headed toward Lake and Mountain—Just How it Pays
With the sudden plunge
into a muggy heat, more suggestive of July than of the rare June weather of
poets, there has begun the exodus of summer camp folk, those men and women
who add to the slender salary of the teaching profession the additional
income made by running camps for boys and girls during the long vacation.
They stretch, these camps, in rapidly extending area
from Canada through Maine and northern New
England, into the Adirondacks and the Alleghenies, and then across toward
the Northwest and the Rockies. It is quite safe to assert that there is not
a private school of importance that does not take under its protection and
support at least one such institution, while large numbers of teachers
either own camps or assist in their management as instructors.
One group, unmistakably the advance
guard of a girls' camp, assembled at the Grand Central Station on Wednesday.
There were two alert, dignified women, evidently the co-principals; a
younger woman, who, at least so the tired suburban shopper decided, was
probably the athletic instructor; two neat colored women, and a small girl
of twelve, on tiptoe with excitement, talking volubly about the fun she
would have when they got to the lake and when all the other girls arrived.
Her excited chatter also revealed the fact that father and mother had just
sailed for Europe, and, while she thought of them with regret, there was
only pleasure in prospect as she started northward. There was much baggage
to be attended to, and consultation over express and freight bills, with
interesting references to tents, canoes, and tennis nets.
Success is an excellent testimonial, and
there is no longer any need to point out the advantages of such camps for
boys and girls. They fill a real place for the delicate, the lazy, or the
backward, who must needs do extra work to keep up with their school grade,
for those who otherwise would be condemned to hotel life, or for the
children whose parents, because of circumstances, are compelled to spend the
summer in cities. Even the most jealously anxious of mothers are among the
converts to the movement. As one said the other day of her only son, "Yes,
David will go to Mr. D.'s camp again this summer. It will be his third year.
I thought the first time that I simply could not part with him. I pictured
him drowned or ill from poor food or severe colds. Indeed, there wasn't a
single terror I didn't imagine. But he enjoyed it so, and came home so well
and happy, that I've never worried since."
From the child's point of view, summer
camps are a blessing, and, as such, they have come to stay. But there are
those who doubt their benefits, even the financial ones, for the teachers,
who mortgage their vacations to conduct them. Unfortunately, as every one
knows, almost every teacher has to mortgage her spare time in one way or
another in order to make a more than bare
living. Call the roll of those whom you may
know, and you will be surprised—no, scarcely surprised; merely interested—to
find that nine-tenths of them do some additional work. It may be extra
tutoring, hack writing, translating, the editing of school texts or the
writing of text-books, taking agencies for this, that, or the other
commodity, conducting travel parties, lecturing at educational institutes,
running women's clubs, or organizing nature classes. Some outside vocation
is necessary if the teacher is to enjoy the advantages her training makes
almost imperative, or the comforts her tired, nervous organism demands. So,
as one philosopher was heard to remark, it is perhaps best to run a summer
camp, since in the doing of it there is at least the advantage of being in
the open and of leading a wholesomely sane existence.
Two good friends and fellow-teachers who
have conducted a camp in northern Maine for the last five years have been
extremely frank in setting forth their experiences for the benefit of those
who are standing on the brink of a similar venture. And their story is worth
while, because from every point of view they have been successful. Any
pessimistic touches in their narrative cannot be laid at the door of
failure. Indeed, in their first year they cleared expenses, and that is
rare; and their clientèle has steadily increased until now they have a camp
of forty or more girls, at the very topmost of camp prices. Again, as there
were two of them and they are both versatile, they have needed little
assistance; the mother of one has been house mother and general camp
counsellor. With all this as optimistic preamble, let us hear their story.
Perhaps their first doubt arises with
regard to the wear and tear of camp life upon those most directly
responsible for its conduct. "For years we even refused to consider it,"
said the senior partner, "although urged by friends and would-be patrons,
because we realized the unwisdom of working the year around and living
continuously with school girls—but the inevitable happened. Our income did
not keep pace with our expenses, and it was start a camp or do something
less agreeable. Just at the psychological moment one of our insistent
friends found the right spot, we concluded negotiations, and, behold, we are
camp proprietors, not altogether sure, in our most uncompromisingly frank
moments, that we have done the best thing."
That a girls' camp is a far more
difficult proposition than one for boys is evident on the face of it. Mother
may shed tears over parting with Johnny, but, after all, he's a boy, and
sooner or later must depend upon
himself. But Sister Sue is another matter. Can she trust any one else to
watch over her in the matter of flannels and dry stockings? Do these
well-meaning but spinster teachers know the symptoms of tonsilitis, the
first signs of a bilious attack, or the peculiarities of a spoiled girl's
diet? And will not Sue lose, possibly, some of the gentle manners and dainty
ways inculcated at home, by close contact with divers other ways and
manners? She is inclined to be skeptical, is mother. "And so," acknowledged
the senior partner, "the first summer we were deluged by visits long and
short from anxious ladies who could not believe on hearsay evidence that we
knew how to care for their delicate daughters. They not only came, but they
stayed, and as the nearest hotel was distant many devious miles of mountain
road, we were forced to put them up; finally the maids had to sleep in the
old barn, and we were camping on cots in the hall of the farmhouse which is
our headquarters. Naturally we had to be polite, for we were under the
necessity of making a good impression that first year, but it was most
distracting, for while they stayed they were unconsciously but selfishly
demanding a little more than a fair share of time and attention for their
daughters."
And, indeed, all this maternal anxiety
is not entirely misplaced. Sue is a good deal harder to take care of than
Johnny. She needs a few more comforts, although camp life aims at
eliminating all but the essentials of simple living. Her clothes, even at a
minimum, are more elaborate, which increases the difficulty of laundering,
always a problem in camping. She is infinitely more dependent upon her
elders for direction in the veriest A B C's of daily existence. "Even the
matter of tying a hair-ribbon or cleaning a pair of white canvas shoes is a
mountain to a good many of my girls," said the successful camp counsellor.
Homesickness is "a malady most incident
to maids." Boys may suffer from it, but they suffer alone. If tears are shed
they are shed in secret, lest the other fellows find it out. Except in the
case of the very little chaps, the masters are not disturbed. But girls have
no such reserves; and the teachers in charge of twenty-five strange girls,
many in the throes of this really distressing ailment, are not to be envied.
"Frankly speaking," went on the confession, "there isn't a moment of the day
when we can dismiss them from our thoughts. Are they swimming in charge of
the director of athletics, a most capable girl, one of us must be there,
too, because, should anything happen, we, and not she, are directly
responsible. When the lesson hour is on, we not only
teach, but must see that each girl's work
is adapted to her needs, as they come from a dozen different schools. There
are disputes to settle, plans for outings and entertainments to be made,
games to direct, letters to the home folks to be superintended, or half the
girls would never write at all, to say nothing of the marketing and
housekeeping, and our own business correspondence, that has to be tucked
into the siesta hour after luncheon. Indeed, in the nine weeks of camp last
summer I never once had an hour that I could call my very own."
"And that is only the day's anxiety,"
sighed her colleague reflectively. "My specialty is prowling about at night
to see that everybody is properly covered. Not a girl among them would have
sense enough to get up and close windows in case of rain, so I sleep with
one ear pricked for the first patter on the roof. Occasionally there are two
or three who walk in their sleep, and I'm on pins and needles lest harm come
to them, so I make my rounds to see that they're safe. Oh, it is a
peacefully placid existence, I assure you, having charge of forty darling
daughters. Some of them have done nothing for themselves in their entire
lives, and what a splendid place camp is for such girls. But while they're
learning we must be looking out for their sins of omission, such, for
instance, as throwing a soaking wet bathing suit upon a bed instead of
hanging it upon the line."
These are some of the few worries that
attach to the care of sensitive and delicately brought up girls that the
boys' camp never knows. But if the financial return is adequate there will
naturally be some compensation for all these pinpricks. Here again the
Senior Partner is inclined to hem and haw. "Given a popular head of camp,"
says she, "who has been fortunate enough to secure a desirable site and a
paying clientèle, and she will certainly not lose money. Her summer will be
paid for. However, that is not enough to reward her for the additional work
and worry. Camp work does not confine itself to the nine weeks of residence.
There are the hours and days spent in planning and purchasing equipment, the
getting out of circulars, the correspondence entailed and the subsequent
keeping in touch with patrons."
Her own venture has so far paid its own
way, and after the first year has left a neat margin of profit. But this
profit, because of expansion, has immediately been invested in new
equipment. This year, for example, there has been erected a bungalow for
general living purposes. A dozen new tents and four canoes
were bought, and two dirt tennis courts
made. Then each year there must be a general replenishing of dishes, table
and bed linen, athletic goods, and furniture. The garden has been so
enlarged that the semi-occasional man-of-all-work has been replaced by a
permanent gardener.
Naturally, such extension does mean
ultimate profit, and, given a few more years of continued prosperity, the
summer will yield a goodly additional income. But the teacher who undertakes
a camp with the idea that such money is easily made, is mistaken. One
successful woman has cleared large sums, so large, indeed, that she has
about decided to sever her direct connection with the private school where
she has taught for years, and trust to her camp for a living. She has been
so fortunate, it is but fair to explain, because her camp is upon a
government reserve tract in Canada, and she has had to make no large
investment in land; nor does she pay taxes. Desirable locations are harder
to find nowadays and much more expensive to purchase. A fortunate pioneer in
the movement bought seven acres, with five hundred feet of lake frontage,
for three hundred dollars six years ago. That same land is worth ten times
as much to-day.
And the kind of woman who should attempt
the summer camp for girls as a means of additional income? First of all, the
one who really loves outdoor life, who can find in woods and water
compensation for the wear and tear of summering with schoolgirls. Again, she
who can minimize the petty worries of existence to the vanishing point. And,
last of all, she who has business acumen. For what does it profit a tired
teacher if she fill her camp list and have no margin of profit for her weeks
of hard labor?
(Saturday Evening Post)
Two half-tone reproductions of
wash-drawings by a staff artist.
YOUR PORTER
BY EDWARD HUNGERFORD
He stands there at the door of his
car, dusky, grinning, immaculate—awaiting your pleasure. He steps forward as
you near him and, with a quick, intuitive movement born of long experience
and careful training, inquires:
"What space you got, guv'nor?"
"Lower
five," you reply. "Are you full-up, George?"
"Jus' toler'bul, guv'nor."
He has your grips, is already slipping
down the aisle toward section five. And, after he has stowed the big one
under the facing bench and placed the smaller one by your side, he asks
again:
"Shake out a pillow for you, guv'nor?"
That "guv'nor," though not a part of his
official training, is a part of his unofficial—his subtlety, if you please.
Another passenger might be the "kunnel"; still another, the "jedge." But
there can be no other guv'nor save you on this car and trip. And George, of
the Pullmans, is going to watch over you this night as a mother hen might
watch over her solitary chick. The car is well filled and he is going to
have a hard night of it; but he is going to take good care of you. He tells
you so; and, before you are off the car, you are going to have good reason
to believe it.
Before we consider the sable-skinned
George of to-day, give a passing thought to the Pullman itself. The first
George of the Pullmans—George M. Pullman—was a shrewd-headed carpenter who
migrated from a western New York village out into Illinois more than half a
century ago and gave birth to the idea of railroad luxury at half a cent a
mile. There had been sleeping cars before Pullman built the Pioneer, as he
called his maiden effort. There was a night car, equipped with rough bunks
for the comfort of passengers, on the Cumberland Valley Railroad along about
1840.
Other early railroads had made similar
experiments, but they were all makeshifts and crude. Pullman set out to
build a sleeping car that would combine a degree of comfort with a degree of
luxury. The Pioneer, viewed in the eyes of 1864, was really a luxurious car.
It was as wide as the sleeping car of to-day and nearly as high; in fact, so
high and so wide was it that there were no railroads on which it might run,
and when Pullman pleaded with the old-time railroad officers to widen the
clearances, so as to permit the Pioneer to run over their lines, they
laughed at him.
"It is ridiculous, Mr. Pullman," they
told him smilingly in refusal. "People are never going to pay their good
money to ride in any such fancy contraption as that car of yours."
Then suddenly they ceased smiling. All
America ceased smiling. Morse's telegraph was sobering an exultant land by
telling how its great magistrate lay dead within the White House, at
Washington. And men were demanding a
funeral car, dignified and handsome enough to carry the body of Abraham
Lincoln from Washington to Springfield. Suddenly somebody thought of the
Pioneer, which rested, a virtual prisoner, in a railroad yard not far from
Chicago.
The Pioneer was quickly released. There
was no hesitation now about making clearances for her. Almost in the passing
of a night, station platforms and other obstructions were being cut away,
and the first of all the Pullman cars made a triumphant though melancholy
journey to New York, to Washington, and back again to Illinois. Abraham
Lincoln, in the hour of death—fifty years ago this blossoming spring of
1915—had given birth to the Pullman idea. The other day, while one of the
brisk Federal commissions down at Washington was extending consideration to
the Pullman porter and his wage, it called to the witness stand the
executive head of the Pullman Company. And the man who answered the call was
Robert T. Lincoln, the son of Abraham Lincoln.
When Pullman built the Pioneer he
designated it A, little dreaming that eventually he might build enough cars
to exhaust the letters of the alphabet. To-day the Pullman Company has more
than six thousand cars in constant use. It operates the entire sleeping-car
service and by far the larger part of the parlor-car service on all but half
a dozen of the railroads of the United States and Canada, with a goodly
sprinkling of routes south into Mexico. On an average night sixty thousand
persons—a community equal in size to Johnstown, Pennsylvania, or South Bend,
Indiana—sleep within its cars.
And one of the chief excuses for its
existence is the flexibility of its service. A railroad in the South, with a
large passenger traffic in the winter, or a railroad in the North, with
conditions reversed and travel running at high tide throughout the hot
summer months, could hardly afford to place the investment in sleeping and
parlor cars to meet its high-tide needs, and have those cars grow rusty
throughout the long, dull months. The Pullman Company, by moving its extra
cars backward and forward over the face of the land in regiments and in
battalions, keeps them all earning money. It meets unusual traffic demands
with all the resources of its great fleet of traveling hotels.
Last summer, when the Knights Templars
held their convention in Denver, it sent four hundred and fifty extra cars
out to the capital of Colorado. And this year it is bending its resources
toward finding sufficient cars to meet
the demands for the long overland trek to the expositions on the Pacific
Coast.
The transition from the Pioneer to the
steel sleeping car of today was not accomplished in a single step. A man
does not have to be so very old or so very much traveled to recall the day
when the Pullman was called a palace ear and did its enterprising best to
justify that title. It was almost an apotheosis of architectural bad taste.
Disfigured by all manner of moldings, cornices, grilles and dinky plush
curtains—head-bumping, dust-catching, useless—it was a decorative orgy, as
well as one of the very foundations of the newspaper school of humor.
Suddenly the Pullman Company awoke to
the absurdity of it all. More than ten years ago it came to the decision
that architecture was all right in its way, but that it was not a
fundamental part of car building. It separated the two. It began to throw
out the grilles and the other knickknacks, even before it had committed
itself definitely to the use of the steel car.
Recently it has done much more. It has
banished all but the very simplest of the moldings, and all the hangings
save those that are absolutely necessary to the operation of the car. It has
studied and it has experimented until it has produced in the sleeping car of
to-day what is probably the most efficient railroad vehicle in the world.
Our foreign cousins scoff at it and call it immodest; but we may reserve our
own opinion as to the relative modesty of some of their institutions.
This, however, is not the story of the
Pullman car. It is the story of that ebony autocrat who presides so genially
and yet so firmly over it. It is the story of George the porter—the six
thousand Georges standing to-night to greet you and the other traveling folk
at the doors of the waiting cars. And George is worthy of a passing thought.
He was born in the day when the negro servant was the pride of America—when
the black man stood at your elbow in the dining rooms of the greatest of our
hotels; when a colored butler was the joy of the finest of the homes along
Fifth Avenue or round Rittenhouse Square. Transplanted, he quickly became an
American institution. And there is many a man who avers that never elsewhere
has there been such a servant as a good negro servant.
Fashions change, and in the
transplanting of other social ideas the black man has been shoved aside. It
is only in the Pullman service that he retains his old-time pride and
prestige. That company to-day might
almost be fairly called his salvation, despite the vexing questions of the
wages and tips of the sleeping-car porters that have recently come to the
fore. Yet it is almost equally true that the black man has been the
salvation of the sleeping-car service. Experiments have been made in using
others. One or two of the Canadian roads, which operate their own sleeping
cars, have placed white men as porters; down in the Southwest the inevitable
Mexicano has been placed in the familiar blue uniform. None of them has been
satisfactory; and, indeed, it is not every negro who is capable of taking
charge of a sleeping car.
The Pullman Company passes by the West
Indians—the type so familiar to every man who has ridden many times in the
elevators of the apartment houses of upper New York. It prefers to recruit
its porters from certain of the states of the Old South—Georgia and the
Carolinas. It almost limits its choice to certain counties within those
states. It shows a decided preference for the sons of its employees; in
fact, it might almost be said that to-day there are black boys growing up
down there in the cotton country who have come into the world with the hope
and expectation of being made Pullman car porters. The company that operates
those cars prefers to discriminate—and it does discriminate.
That is its first step toward
service—the careful selection of the human factor. The next step lies in the
proper training of that factor; and as soon as a young man enters the
service of the Pullmans he goes to school—in some one of the large railroad
centers that act as hubs for that system. Sometimes the school is held in
one of the division offices, but more often it goes forward in the familiar
aisle of a sleeping car, sidetracked for the purpose.
Its curriculum is unusual but it is
valuable. One moment it considers the best methods to "swat the fly"—to
drive him from the vehicle in which he is an unwelcome passenger; the next
moment the class is being shown the proper handling of the linen closet, the
proper methods of folding and putting away clean linen and blankets, the
correct way of stacking in the laundry bags the dirty and discarded bedding.
The porter is taught that a sheet once unfolded cannot be used again. Though
it may be really spotless, yet technically it is dirty; and it must make a
round trip to the laundry before it can reenter the service.
All these things are taught the
sophomore porters by a wrinkled veteran
of the service; and they are minutely prescribed in the voluminous rule book
issued by the Pullman Company, which believes that the first foundation of
service is discipline. So the school and the rule book do not hesitate at
details. They teach the immature porter not merely the routine of making up
and taking down beds, and the proper maintenance of the car, but they go
into such finer things as the calling of a passenger, for instance. Noise is
tabooed, and so even a soft knocking on the top of the berth is forbidden.
The porter must gently shake the curtains or the bedding from without.
When the would-be porter is through in
this schoolroom his education goes forward out on the line. Under the
direction of one of the grizzled autocrats he first comes in contact with
actual patrons—comes to know their personalities and their peculiarities.
Also, he comes to know the full meaning of that overused and abused
word—service. After all, here is the full measure of the job. He is a
servant. He must realize that. And as a servant he must perfect himself. He
must rise to the countless opportunities that will come to him each night he
is on the run. He must do better—he must anticipate them.
Take such a man as Eugene Roundtree, who
has been running a smoking car on one of the limited trains between New York
and Boston for two decades—save for that brief transcendent hour when
Charles S. Mellen saw himself destined to become transportation overlord of
New England and appropriated Roundtree for a personal servant and porter of
his private car. Roundtree is a negro of the very finest type. He is a man
who commands respect and dignity—and receives it. And Roundtree, as porter
of the Pullman smoker on the Merchants' Limited, has learned to anticipate.
He knows at least five hundred of the
big bankers and business men of both New York and Boston—though he knows the
Boston crowd best. He knows the men who belong to the Somerset and the
Algonquin Clubs—the men who are Boston enough to pronounce Peabody
"Pebbuddy." And they know him. Some of them have a habit of dropping in at
the New Haven ticket offices and demanding: "Is Eugene running up on the
Merchants' to-night?"
"It isn't just knowing them and being
able to call them by their names," he will tell you if you can catch him in
one of his rarely idle moments. "I've got to remember what they smoke and
what they drink. When Mr. Blank tells me he wants a cigar
it's my job to remember what he smokes and
to put it before him. I don't ask him what he wants. I anticipate."
And by anticipating Roundtree approaches
a sort of nth degree of service and receives one of the "fattest" of
all the Pullman runs.
George Sylvester is another man of the
Roundtree type—only his run trends to the west from New York instead of to
the east, which means that he has a somewhat different type of patron with
which to deal.
Sylvester is a porter on the Twentieth
Century Limited; and, like Roundtree, he is a colored man of far more than
ordinary force and character. He had opportunity to show both on a winter
night, when his train was stopped and a drunken man—a man who was making
life hideous for other passengers on Sylvester's car—was taken from the
train. The fact that the man was a powerful politician, a man who raved the
direst threats when arrested, made the porter's job the more difficult.
The Pullman Company, in this instance
alone, had good cause to remember Sylvester's force and courage—and
consummate tact—just as it has good cause in many such episodes to be
thankful for the cool-headedness of its black man in a blue uniform who
stands in immediate control of its property.
Sylvester prefers to forget that
episode. He likes to think of the nice part of the Century's runs—the
passengers who are quiet, and kind, and thoughtful, and remembering. They
are a sort whom it is a pleasure for a porter to serve. They are the people
who make an excess-fare train a "fat run." There are other fat runs, of
course: the Overland, the Olympian, the Congressional—and of General Henry
Forrest, of the Congressional, more in a moment—fat trains that follow the
route of the Century.
It was on one of these, coming east from
Cleveland on a snowy night in February last, that a resourceful porter had
full use for his store of tact; for there is, in the community that has
begun to stamp Sixth City on its shirts and its shoe tabs, a bank president
who—to put the matter lightly—is a particular traveler. More than one black
man, rising high in porter service, has had his vanity come to grief when
this crotchety personage has come on his car.
And the man himself was one of those who
are marked up and down the Pullman trails. An unwritten code was being
transmitted between the black brethren of the sleeping cars as to his
whims and peculiarities. It was well that
every brother in service in the Cleveland district should know the code.
When Mr. X entered his drawing-room—he never rides elsewhere in the
car—shades were to be drawn, a pillow beaten and ready by the window, and
matches on the window sill. X would never ask for these things; but God help
the poor porter who forgot them!
So you yourself can imagine the emotions
of Whittlesey Warren, porter of the car Thanatopsis, bound east on Number
Six on the snowy February night when X came through the portals of that
scarabic antique, the Union Depot at Cleveland, a redcap with his grips in
the wake. Warren recognized his man. The code took good care as to that. He
followed the banker down the aisle, tucked away the bags, pulled down the
shades, fixed the pillow and placed the matches on the window sill.
The banker merely grunted approval,
lighted a big black cigar and went into the smoker, while Warren gave some
passing attention to the other patrons of his car. It was passing attention
at the best; for after a time the little bell annunciator began to sing
merrily and persistently at him—and invariably its commanding needle pointed
to D.R. And on the drawing-room Whittlesey Warren danced a constant
attention.
"Here, you nigger!" X shouted at the
first response. "How many times have I got to tell all of you to put the
head of my bed toward the engine?"
Whittlesey Warren looked at the bed. He
knew the make-up of the train. The code had been met. The banker's pillows
were toward the locomotive. But his job was not to argue and dispute. He
merely said:
"Yas-suh. Scuse me!" And he remade the
bed while X lit a stogy and went back to the smoker.
That was at Erie—Erie, and the snow was
falling more briskly than at Cleveland. Slowing into Dunkirk, the banker
returned and glanced through the car window. He could see by the snow
against the street lamps that the train was apparently running in the
opposite direction. His chubby finger went against the push button.
Whittlesey Warren appeared at the door. The language that followed cannot be
reproduced in THE SATURDAY EVENING POST. Suffice it to say that the porter
remembered who he was and what he was, and merely remade the bed.
The banker bit off the end of another
cigar and retired once again to the club car. When he returned, the train
was backing into the Buffalo station. At that unfortunate moment he raised
his car shade—and Porter Whittlesey
Warren again reversed the bed, to the accompaniment of the most violent
abuse that had ever been heaped on his defenseless head.
Yet not once did he complain—he
remembered that a servant a servant always is. And in the morning X must
have remembered; for a folded bill went into Warren's palm—a bill of a
denomination large enough to buy that fancy vest which hung in a
haberdasher's shop over on San Juan Hill.
If you have been asking yourself all
this while just what a fat run is, here is your answer: Tips; a fine train
filled with fine ladies and fine gentlemen, not all of them so cranky as X,
of Cleveland—thank heaven for that!—though a good many of them have their
peculiarities and are willing to pay generously for the privilege of
indulging those peculiarities.
Despite the rigid discipline of the
Pullman Company the porter's leeway is a very considerable one. His
instructions are never to say "Against the rules!" but rather "I do not know
what can be done about it"—and then to make a quick reference to the Pullman
conductor, who is his arbiter and his court of last resort. His own
initiative, however, is not small.
Two newspaper men in New York know that.
They had gone over to Boston for a week-end, had separated momentarily at
its end, to meet at the last of the afternoon trains for Gotham. A had the
joint finances and tickets for the trip; but B, hurrying through the traffic
tangle of South Station, just ninety seconds before the moment of departure,
knew that he would find him already in the big Pullman observation car. He
was not asked to show his ticket at the train gate. Boston, with the fine
spirit of the Tea Party still flowing in its blue veins, has always resented
that as a sort of railroad impertinence.
B did not find A. He did not really
search for him until Back Bay was passed and the train was on the first leg
of its journey, with the next stop at Providence. Then it was that A was not
to be found. Then B realized that his side partner had missed the train. He
dropped into a corner and searched his own pockets. A battered quarter and
three pennies came to view—and the fare from Boston to Providence is ninety
cents!
Then it was that the initiative of a
well-trained Pullman porter came into play. He had stood over the distressed
B while he was making an inventory of his resources.
"Done los' something, boss?" said the
autocrat of the car.
B told the black man his story in a
quick, straightforward manner; and the
black man looked into his eyes. B returned the glance. Perhaps he saw in
that honest ebony face something of the expression of the faithful servants
of wartime who refused to leave their masters even after utter ruin had come
upon them. The porter drew forth a fat roll of bills.
"Ah guess dat, ef you-all'll give meh
yo' business cyard, Ah'll be able to fee-nance yo' trip dis time."
To initiative the black man was adding
intuition. He had studied his man. He was forever using his countless
opportunities to study men. It was not so much of a gamble as one might
suppose.
A pretty well-known editor was saved
from a mighty embarrassing time; and some other people have been saved from
similarly embarrassing situations through the intuition and the resources of
the Pullman porter. The conductor—both of the train and of the sleeping-car
service—is not permitted to exercise such initiative or intuition; but the
porter can do and frequently does things of this very sort. His recompense
for them, however, is hardly to be classed as a tip.
The tip is the nub of the whole
situation. Almost since the very day when the Pioneer began to blaze the
trail of luxury over the railroads of the land, and the autocrat of the
Pullman car created his servile but entirely honorable calling, it has been
a mooted point. Recently a great Federal commission has blazed the strong
light of publicity on it. Robert T. Lincoln, son of the Emancipator, and, as
we have already said, the head and front of the Pullman Company, sat in a
witness chair at Washington and answered some pretty pointed questions as to
the division of the porter's income between the company and the passenger
who employed him. Wages, it appeared, are twenty-seven dollars and a half a
month for the first fifteen years of the porter's service, increasing
thereafter to thirty dollars a month, slightly augmented by bonuses for good
records.
The porter also receives his uniforms
free after ten years of service, and in some cases of long service his pay
may reach forty-two dollars a month. The rest of his income is in the form
of tips. And Mr. Lincoln testified that during the past year the total of
these tips, to the best knowledge and belief of his company, had exceeded
two million three hundred thousand dollars.
The Pullman Company is not an
eleemosynary institution. Though it has made distinct advances in the
establishment of pension funds and death benefits, it is hardly to be
classed as a philanthropy. It is a
large organization; and it generally is what it chooses to consider itself.
Sometimes it avers that it is a transportation company, at other times it
prefers to regard itself as a hotel organization; but at all times it is a
business proposition. It is not in business for its health. Its dividend
record is proof of that. All of which is a preface to the statement that the
Pullman Company, like any other large user of labor, regulates its wage
scale by supply and demand. If it can find enough of the colored brethren
competent and willing and anxious to man its cars at twenty-seven dollars
and a half a month—with the fair gamble of two or three or four times that
amount to come in the form of tips—it is hardly apt to pay more.
No wonder, then, the tip forms the nub
of the situation. To-day all America tips. You tip the chauffeur in the
taxi, the redcap in the station, the barber, the bootblack, the manicure,
the boy or girl who holds your coat for you in the barber's shop or hotel.
In the modern hotel tipping becomes a vast and complex thing—waiters,
doormen, hat boys, chambermaids, bell boys, porters—the list seems almost
unending.
The system may be abominable, but it has
certainly fastened itself on us—sternly and securely. And it may be said for
the Pullman car that there, at least, the tip comes to a single servitor—the
black autocrat who smiles genially no matter how suspiciously he may, at
heart, view the quarter you have placed within his palm.
A quarter seems to be the standard
Pullman tip—for one person, each night he may be on the car. Some men give
more; some men—alas for poor George!—less. A quarter is not only average but
fairly standard. It is given a certain official status by the auditing
officers of many large railroads and industrial corporations, who recognize
it as a chargeable item in the expense accounts of their men on the road.
A man with a fat run—lower berths all
occupied, with at least a smattering of riders in the uppers, night after
night—ought to be able easily to put aside a hundred and fifty dollars a
month as his income from this item. There are hundreds of porters who are
doing this very thing; and there are at least dozens of porters who own real
estate, automobiles, and other such material evidences of prosperity.
A tip is not necessarily a humiliation,
either to the giver or to the taker. On the contrary, it is a token of
meritorious service. And the smart porter is going to take good care that he
gives such service. But how about the
porter who is not so smart—the man who has the lean run? As every butcher
and every transportation man knows, there is lean with the fat. And it does
the lean man little good to know that his fat brother is preparing to buy a
secondhand automobile. On the contrary, it creates an anarchist—or at least
a socialist—down under that black skin.
Here is Lemuel—cursed with a lean run
and yet trying to maintain at least an appearance of geniality. Lemuel runs
on a "differential" between New York, Chicago and St. Louis. Every
passenger-traffic man knows that most of the differentials—as the roads that
take longer hours, and so are permitted to charge a slightly lower through
fare between those cities, are called—have had a hard time of it in recent
years. It is the excess-fare trains, the highest-priced carriers—which
charge you a premium of a dollar for every hour they save in placing you in
the terminal—that are the crowded trains. And the differentials have had
increasing difficulty getting through passengers.
It seems that in this day and land a man
who goes from New York to Chicago or St. Louis is generally so well paid as
to make it worth dollars to him to save hours in the journey. It is modern
efficiency showing itself in railroad-passenger travel. But the
differentials, having local territory to serve, as well as on account of
some other reasons, must maintain a sleeping-car service—even at a loss.
There is little or no loss to the Pullman Company—you may be sure of that!
The railroad pays it a mileage fee for hauling a half or three-quarter empty
car over its own line—in addition to permitting the Pullman system to take
all the revenue from the car; but Lemuel sees his end of the business as a
dead loss.
He leaves New York at two-thirty o'clock
on Monday afternoon, having reported at his car nearly three hours before so
as to make sure that it is properly stocked and cleaned for its long trip.
He is due at St. Louis at ten-fifteen on Tuesday evening—though it will be
nearly two hours later before he has checked the contents of the car and
slipped off to the bunking quarters maintained there by his company.
On Wednesday evening at seven o'clock he
starts east and is due in New York about dawn on Friday morning. He cleans
up his car and himself, and gets to his little home on the West Side of
Manhattan Island sometime before noon; but by noon on Saturday he must be
back at his car, making sure that it is fit and
ready by two-thirty o'clock—the moment the
conductor's arm falls—and they are headed west again.
This time the destination is Chicago,
which is not reached until about six o'clock Sunday night. He bunks that
night in the Windy City and then spends thirty-two hours going back again to
New York. He sees his home one more night; then he is off to St. Louis
again—started on a fresh round of his eternal schedule.
Talk of tips to Lemuel! His face
lengthens. You may not believe it, white man, but Lemuel made fifty-three
cents in tips on the last trip from New York to Chicago. You can understand
the man who gave him the Columbian antique; but Lemuel believes there can be
no future too warm for that skinny man who gave him the three pennies! He
thinks the gentleman might at least have come across with a Subway ticket.
It is all legal tender to him.
All that saves this porter's bacon is
the fact that he is in charge of the car—for some three hundred miles of its
eastbound run he is acting as sleeping-car conductor, for which consolidated
job he draws down a proportionate share of forty-two dollars a month. This
is a small sop, however, to Lemuel. He turns and tells you how, on the last
trip, he came all the way from St. Louis to New York—two nights on the
road—without ever a "make-down," as he calls preparing a berth. No wonder
then that he has difficulty in making fifty dollars a month, with his
miserable tips on the lean run.
Nor is that all. Though Lemuel is
permitted three hours' sleep—on the bunk in the washroom on the long
runs—from midnight to three o'clock in the morning, there may come other
times when his head begins to nod. And those are sure to be the times when
some lynx-eyed inspector comes slipping aboard. Biff! Bang! Pullman
discipline is strict. Something has happened to Lemuel's pay envelope, and
his coffee-colored wife in West Twenty-ninth Street will not be able to get
those gray spats until they are clean gone out of style.
What can be done for Lemuel? He must
bide his time and constantly make himself a better servant—a better porter,
if you please. It will not go unnoticed. The Pullman system has a method for
noticing those very things—inconsequential in themselves but all going to
raise the standard of its service.
Then some fine day something will
happen. A big sleeping-car autocrat, in the smugness and false security of a
fat run, is going to err. He is going to step on the feet of some important
citizen—perhaps a railroad director—and
the important citizen is going to make a fuss. After which Lemuel,
hard-schooled in adversity, in faithfulness and in courtesy, will be asked
in the passing of a night to change places with the old autocrat.
And the old autocrat, riding in the
poverty of a lean run, will have plenty of opportunity to count the
telegraph poles and reflect on the mutability of men and things. The Pullman
Company denies that this is part of its system; but it does happen—time and
time and time again.
George, or Lemuel, or Alexander—whatever
the name may be—has no easy job. If you do not believe that, go upstairs
some hot summer night to the rear bedroom—that little room under the blazing
tin roof which you reserve for your relatives—and make up the bed fifteen or
twenty times, carefully unmaking it between times and placing the clothes
away in a regular position. Let your family nag at you and criticize you
during each moment of the job—while somebody plays an obbligato on the
electric bell and places shoes and leather grips underneath your feet.
Imagine the house is bumping and rocking—and keep a smiling face and a
courteous tongue throughout all of it!
Or do this on a bitter night in
midwinter; and between every two or three makings of the bed in the
overheated room slip out of a linen coat and into a fairly thin serge one
and go and stand outside the door from three to ten minutes in the snow and
cold. In some ways this is one of the hardest parts of George's job.
Racially the negro is peculiarly sensitive to pneumonia and other pulmonary
diseases; yet the rules of a porter's job require that at stopping stations
he must be outside of the car—no matter what the hour or condition of the
climate—smiling and ready to say:
"What space you got, guv'nor?"
However, the porter's job, like nearly
every other job, has its glories as well as its hardships—triumphs that can
be told and retold for many a day to fascinated colored audiences; because
there are special trains—filled with pursy and prosperous bankers from
Hartford and Rochester and Terre Haute—making the trip from coast to coast
and back again, and never forgetting the porter at the last hour of the last
day.
There are many men in the Pullman
service like Roger Pryor, who has ridden with every recent President of the
land and enjoyed his confidence and respect. And then there is General Henry
Forrest, of the Congressional Limited, for twenty-four years in charge of
one of its broiler cars, who stops not at Presidents
but enjoys the acquaintance of senators and
ambassadors almost without number.
The General comes to know these
dignitaries by their feet. When he is standing at the door of his train
under the Pennsylvania Terminal, in New York, he recognizes the feet as they
come poking down the long stairs from the concourse. And he can make his
smile senatorial or ambassadorial—a long time in advance.
Once Forrest journeyed in a private car
to San Francisco, caring for a Certain Big Man. He took good care of the
Certain Big Man—that was part of his job. He took extra good care of the
Certain Big Man—that was his opportunity. And when the Certain Big Man
reached the Golden Gate he told Henry Forrest that he had understood and
appreciated the countless attentions. The black face of the porter wrinkled
into smiles. He dared to venture an observation.
"Ah thank you, Jedge!" said he. "An' ef
it wouldn't be trespassin' Ah'd lak to say dat when yo' comes home you's
gwine to be President of dese United States."
The Certain Big Man shook his head
negatively; but he was flattered nevertheless. He leaned over and spoke to
Henry Forrest.
"If ever I am President," said he, "I
will make you a general."
And so it came to pass that on the
blizzardy Dakota-made day when William Howard Taft was inaugurated President
of these United States there was a parade—a parade in which many men rode in
panoply and pride; but none was prouder there than he who, mounted on a
magnificent bay horse, headed the Philippine Band.
A promise was being kept. The bay horse
started three times to bolt from the line of march, and this was probably
because its rider was better used to the Pompeian-red broiler car than to a
Pompeian-red bay mare. But these were mere trifles. Despite them—partly
because of them perhaps—the younger brethren at the terminals were no longer
to address the veteran from the Congressional merely as Mr. Forrest. He was
General Forrest now—a title he bears proudly and which he will carry with
him all the long years of his life.
What becomes of the older porters?
Sometimes, when the rush of the fast
trains, the broken nights, the exposure and the hard, hard work begin to be
too much for even sturdy Afric frames, they go to the "super" and beg for
the "sick man's run"—a leisurely sixty or a hundred miles a day on
a parlor car, perhaps on a side line where
travel is light and the parlor car is a sort of sentimental frippery;
probably one of the old wooden cars: the Alicia, or the Lucille, or the
Celeste, still vain in bay windows and grilles, and abundant in carvings.
For a sentimental frippery may be given a feminine name and may bear her
years gracefully—even though she does creak in all her hundred joints when
the track is the least bit uneven.
As to the sick man's tips, the gratuity
is no less a matter of keen interest and doubt at sixty than it is at
twenty-six. And though there is a smile under that clean mat of kinky white
hair, it is not all habit—some of it is still anticipation. But quarters and
half dollars do not come so easily to the old man in the parlor car as to
his younger brother on the sleepers, or those elect who have the smokers on
the fat runs. To the old men come dimes instead—some of them miserable
affairs bearing on their worn faces the faint presentments of the ruler on
the north side of Lake Erie and hardly redeemable in Baltimore or
Cincinnati. Yet even these are hardly to be scorned—when one is sixty.
After the sick man's job? Perhaps a
sandy farm on a Carolina hillside, where an old man may sit and nod in the
warm sun, and dream of the days when steel cars were new—perhaps of the days
when the platform-vestibule first went bounding over the rails—may dream and
nod; and then, in his waking moments, stir the pickaninnies to the glories
of a career on a fast train and a fat run. For if it is true that any white
boy has the potential opportunity of becoming President of the United
States, it is equally true that any black boy may become the Autocrat of the
Pullman Car.
(The Independent)
THE GENTLE ART OF BLOWING BOTTLES
And the Story of How Sand is Melted into Glass
BY F. GREGORY HARTSWICK
Remedies for our manifold ills; the refreshment that our infant lips craved;
coolness in time of heat; yes—even tho July 1st has come and gone—drafts to
assuage our thirst; the divers stays and supports of our declining years—all
these things come in bottles. From the time of its purchase to the moment of
its consignment to the barrel in the cellar or the rapacious wagon of the
rag-and-bone man the bottle plays a vital part in
our lives. And as with most inconspicuous
necessities, but little is known of its history. We assume vaguely that it
is blown—ever since we saw the Bohemian Glass Blowers at the World's Fair we
have known that glass is blown into whatever shape fancy may dictate—but
that is as far as our knowledge of its manufacture extends.
As a matter of fact the production of
bottles in bulk is one of the most important features of the glass industry
of this country today. The manufacture of window glass fades into
insignficance before the hugeness of the bottle-making business; and even
the advent of prohibition, while it lessens materially the demand for glass
containers of liquids, does not do so in such degree as to warrant very
active uneasiness on the part of the proprietors of bottle factories.
The process of manufacture of the humble
bottle is a surprizingly involved one. It includes the transportation and
preparation of raw material, the reduction of the material to a proper state
of workability, and the shaping of the material according to design, before
the bottle is ready to go forth on its mission.
The basic material of which all glass is
made is, of course, sand. Not the brown sand of the river-bed, the well
remembered "sandy bottom" of the swimmin' hole of our childhood, but the
finest of white sand from the prehistoric ocean-beds of our country. This
sand is brought to the factory and there mixed by experts with coloring
matter and a flux to aid the melting. On the tint of the finished product
depends the sort of coloring agent used. For clear white glass, called flint
glass, no color is added. The mixing of a copper salt with the sand gives a
greenish tinge to the glass; amber glass is obtained by the addition of an
iron compound; and a little cobalt in the mixture gives the finished bottle
the clear blue tone that used to greet the waking eye as it searched the
room for something to allay that morning's morning feeling. The flux used is
old glass—bits of shattered bottles, scraps from the floor of the factory.
This broken glass is called "cullet," and is carefully swept into piles and
kept in bins for use in the furnaces.
The sand, coloring matter, and cullet,
when mixed in the proper proportions, form what is called in bottle-makers'
talk the "batch" or "dope." This batch is put into a specially constructed
furnace—a brick box about thirty feet long by fifteen wide, and seven feet
high at the crown of the arched roof. This furnace is made of the best
refractory blocks to withstand the
fierce heat necessary to bring the batch to a molten state. The heat is
supplied by various fuels—producer-gas is the most common, tho oil is
sometimes used. The gas is forced into the furnace and mixed with air at its
inception; when the mixture is ignited the flame rolls down across the
batch, and the burnt gases pass out of the furnace on the other side. The
gases at their exit pass thru a brick grating or "checkerboard," which takes
up much of the heat; about every half hour, by an arrangement of valves, the
inlet of the gas becomes the outlet, and vice versa, so that the heat taken
up by the checkerboard is used instead of being dissipated, and as little of
the heat of combustion is lost as is possible. The batch is put into the
furnace from the rear; as it liquefies it flows to the front, where it is
drawn off thru small openings and blown into shape.
The temperature in the furnace averages
about 2100 degrees Fahrenheit; it is lowest at the rear, where the batch is
fed in, and graduates to its highest point just behind the openings thru
which the glass is drawn off. This temperature is measured by special
instruments called thermal couples—two metals joined and placed in the heat
of the flame. The heat sets up an electric current in the joined metals, and
this current is read on a galvanometer graduated to read degrees Fahrenheit
instead of volts, so that the temperature may be read direct.
All furnaces for the melting of sand for
glass are essentially the same in construction and principle. The radical
differences in bottle manufacturing appear in the methods used in drawing
off the glass and blowing it into shape.
Glass is blown by three methods:
hand-blowing, semi-automatic blowing, and automatic blowing. The first used
was the hand method, and tho the introduction of machines is rapidly making
the old way a back number, there are still factories where the old-time
glass blower reigns supreme.
One of the great centers of the bottle
industry in the United States is down in the southern end of New Jersey.
Good sand is dug there—New Jersey was part of the bed of the Atlantic before
it literally rose to its present state status—and naturally the factories
cluster about the source of supply of material. Within a radius of thirty
miles the investigator may see bottles turned out by all three methods.
The hand-blowing, while it is the
slowest and most expensive means of making bottles, is by far the most
picturesque. Imagine a long, low, dark building—dark as far as daylight is
concerned, but weirdly lit by orange
and scarlet flashes from the great furnaces that crouch in its shelter. At
the front of each of these squatting monsters, men, silhouetted against the
fierce glow from the doors, move about like puppets on wires—any noise they
may make is drowned in the mastering roar of the fire. A worker thrusts a
long blowpipe (in glassworkers' terminology a wand) into the molten mass in
the furnace and twirls it rapidly. The end of the wand, armed with a ball of
refractory clay, collects a ball of semi-liquid glass; the worker must
estimate the amount of glass to be withdrawn for the particular size of the
bottle that is to be made. This ball of glowing material is withdrawn from
the furnace; the worker rolls it on a sloping moldboard, shaping it to a
cylinder, and passes the wand to the blower who is standing ready to receive
it. The blower drops the cylinder of glass into a mold, which is held open
for its reception by yet another man; the mold snaps shut; the blower
applies his mouth to the end of the blowpipe; a quick puff, accompanied by
the drawing away of the wand, blows the glass to shape in the mold and
leaves a thin bubble of glass protruding above. The mold is opened; the
shaped bottle, still faintly glowing, is withdrawn with a pair of
asbestos-lined pincers, and passed to a man who chips off the bubble on a
rough strip of steel, after which he gives the bottle to one who sits
guarding a tiny furnace in which oil sprayed under pressure roars and
flares. The rough neck of the bottle goes into the flame; the raw edges left
when the bubble was chipped off are smoothed away by the heat; the neck
undergoes a final polishing and shaping twirl in the jaws of a steel
instrument, and the bottle is laid on a little shelf to be carried away. It
is shaped, but not finished.
The glass must not be cooled too
quickly, lest it be brittle. It must be annealed—cooled slowly—in order to
withstand the rough usage to which it is to be subjected. The annealing
process takes place in a long, brick tunnel, heated at one end, and
gradually cooling to atmospheric temperature at the other. The bottles are
placed on a moving platform, which slowly carries them from the heated end
to the cool end. The process takes about thirty hours. At the cool end of
the annealing furnace the bottle is met by the packers and is made ready for
shipment. These annealing furnaces are called "lehrs" or "leers"—either
spelling is correct—and the most searching inquiry failed to discover the
reason for the name. They have always been called that, and probably always
will be.
In the hand-blowing process six men are
needed to make one bottle. There must
be a gatherer to draw the glass from the furnace; a blower; a man to handle
the mold; a man to chip off the bubble left by the blower; a shaper to
finish the neck of the bottle; and a carrier-off to take the completed
bottles to the lehr. Usually the gatherer is also the blower, in which case
two men are used, one blowing while the other gathers for his turn; but on
one platform I saw the somewhat unusual sight of one man doing all the
blowing while another gathered for him. The pair used two wands, so that
their production was the same as tho two men were gathering and blowing.
This particular blower was making quart bottles, and he was well qualified
for the job. He weighed, at a conservative estimate, two hundred and fifty
pounds, and when he blew something had to happen. I arrived at his place of
labor just as the shifts were being changed—a glass-furnace is worked
continuously, in three eight-hour shifts—and as the little whistle blew to
announce the end of his day's toil the giant grabbed the last wand, dropped
it into the waiting mold, and blew a mighty blast. A bubble of glass sprang
from the mouth of the mold, swelled to two feet in diameter, and burst with
a bang, filling the air with shimmering flakes of glass, light enough to be
wafted like motes. When the shining shower had settled and I had opened my
eyes—it would not be pleasant to get an eyeful of those beautiful scraps—the
huge blower was diminishing in perspective toward his dinner, and the
furnace door was, for the moment, without its usual hustling congregation of
workers. I made bold to investigate the platform.
Close to me glared the mouth of the
furnace, with masses of silver threads depending from it like the beard of
some fiery gulleted ogre—the strings of glass left by the withdrawal of the
wand. The heat three feet away was enough to make sand melt and run like
water, but I was not unpleasantly warm. This was because I stood at the
focus of three tin pipes, thru which streams of cold air, fan-impelled, beat
upon me. Without this cooling agent it would be impossible for men to work
so close to the heat of the molten glass.
Later, in the cool offices of the
company, where the roar of the furnaces penetrated only as a dull undertone,
and electric fans whizzed away the heat of the summer afternoon, I learned
more of the technique of the bottle industry. Each shape demanded by the
trade requires a special mold, made of cast iron and cut according to the
design submitted. There are, of course, standard shapes for standard
bottles; these are alluded to (reversing the usual practise of metonymy) by
using thing contained for container, as
"ginger ales," "olives," "mustards," "sodas" and (low be it spoken) "beers."
But when a firm places an order for bottles of a particular shape, or ones
with lettering in relief on the glass, special molds must be made; and after
the lot is finished the molds are useless till another order for that
particular design comes in. A few standard molds are made so that plates
with lettering can be inserted for customers who want trademarks or firm
names on their bottles; but the great majority of the lettered bottles have
their own molds, made especially for them and unable to be used for any
other lot.
All bottles are blown in molds; it is in
the handling of the molten glass and the actual blowing that machinery has
come to take the place of men in the glass industry. The first type of
machine to be developed was for blowing the bottle and finishing it, thus
doing away with three of the six men formerly employed in making one bottle.
In appearance the bottle-blowing machine is merely two circular platforms,
revolving in the same horizontal plane, each carrying five molds. One of the
platforms revolves close to the furnace door, and as each mold comes around
it automatically opens and the gatherer draws from the furnace enough glass
for the bottle which is being made at the time, and places it in the mold.
The mold closes, and the platform turns on, bringing around another mold to
the gatherer. Meanwhile a nozzle has snapped down over the first mold,
shaping the neck of the bottle, and beginning the blowing. As the mold comes
to a point diametrically opposite the furnace door it opens again, and a
handler takes the blank, as the bottle is called at this stage, and places
it in a mold on the second revolving platform. This mold closes and
compressed air blows out the bottle as the platform revolves. As the mold
comes around to the handler again it opens and the handler takes out the
finished bottle, replacing it with a new blank drawn from the mold on the
first platform. This operation necessitates only three men—a gatherer, a
handler, and a carrier-off. It is also much faster than the old method—an
average of about forty bottles per minute as against barely twenty.
A newer development of this machine does
away with the gatherer. A long rod of refractory clay is given a churning
movement in the mouth of the furnace, forcing the molten glass thru a tube.
As enough glass for one bottle appears at the mouth of the tube a knife cuts
the mass and the blob of glass falls into a trough which conveys it to the
blank mold. By an ingenious device the same trough is made to feed three or
four machines at one time. As many as
fifty bottles a minute can be turned out by this combination blowing machine
and feeder.
But the apotheosis of bottle-making is
to be seen in another factory in the south Jersey district. Here it is the
boast of the superintendents that from the time the sand goes out of the
freight cars in which it is brought to the plant till the finished bottle is
taken by the packer, no human hand touches the product; and their statement
is amply confirmed by a trip thru the plant. The sand, coloring matter and
cullet are in separate bins; an electrical conveyor takes enough of each for
a batch to a mixing machine; from there the batch goes on a long belt to the
furnace. At the front of the furnace, instead of doors or mouths, is a
revolving pan, kept level full with the molten glass. Outside the furnace
revolves a huge machine with ten arms, each of which carries its own mold
and blowpipe. As each arm passes over the pan in the furnace the proper
amount of glass is sucked into the mold by vacuum; the bottle is blown and
shaped in the course of one revolution, and the mold, opening, drops the
finished bottle into a rack which carries it to the lehr on a belt. It
passes thru the lehr to the packers; and as each rack is emptied of its
bottles the packers place it again on the belt, which carries it up to the
machine, where it collects its cargo of hot bottles and conducts it again
thru the lehr. The entire plant—mixing, feeding, actually making the
bottles, delivery to the lehr, and packing—is synchronized exactly. Men
unload the cars of sand—men pack the bottles. The intermediate period is
entirely mechanical. The plant itself is as well lighted and ventilated as a
department store, and except in the immediate vicinity of the furnace there
is no heat felt above the daily temperature. The machines average well over
a bottle a second, and by an exceedingly clever arrangement of electrical
recording appliances an accurate record of the output of each machine, as
well as the temperatures of the furnaces and lehrs, is kept in the offices
of the company. The entire equipment is of the most modern, from the boilers
and motors in the power-plant and producer-gas-plant to the packing
platforms. In addition, the plant boasts a complete machine shop where all
the molds are made and the machines repaired.
It is a far cry from human lung-power to
the super-efficient machinery of the new plants; but it is the logical
progress of human events, applying to every product of man's hands, from
battleships to—bottles.
SPECIAL FEATURE ARTICLES
(New York World)
One illustration, a half-tone
reproduction of a photograph of the exterior of the theater.
THE NEIGHBORHOOD PLAYHOUSE
A
Gift to the East Side—How the Settlement Work of Misses Irene and Alice
Lewisohn has Culminated at Last in a Real Theatre—Its Attractions and
Educational Value
The
piece is the Biblical "Jephthah's Daughter," adapted from the Book of
Judges. The hero, "a mighty man of valor," has conquered the enemies of his
people. There is great rejoicing over his victory, for the tribe of Israel
has been at its weakest. But now comes payment of the price of conquest. The
leader of the victorious host promised to yield to God as a burnt sacrifice
"whatsoever cometh forth from the doors of my house to meet me when I return
from battle." And his daughter came forth.
In
the last act, the girl herself, young and beautiful, advances toward the
altar on which fagots have been piled high. In her hand is the lighted torch
which is to kindle her own death fire.
The
chorus chants old Hebraic melodies. Even the audience joins in the singing.
The play takes on the aspect of an ancient religious ceremonial. Old men and
women are in tears, moved by the sad history of their race, forgetful of the
horror of human sacrifice in the intensity of their religious fervor.
Such
is the artistry of the piece; such the perfection of its production.
Yet
this is no professional performance, but the work of amateurs. It is the
opening night of the new community theatre of New York's densely populated
East Side.
At
No. 466 Grand Street it stands, far away from Broadway's theatrical
district—a low-lying, little Georgian building. It is but three stories
high, built of light red brick, and finished with white marble. All around
garish millinery shops display their showy goods. Peddlers with pushcarts
lit by flickering flames, vie with each other in their array of gaudy
neckties and bargain shirtwaists. Blazing electric signs herald the thrills
of movie shows. And, salient by the force of extreme contrast, a plain
little white posterboard makes its influence felt. It is lit by two iron
lanterns, and reads simply, "The Neighborhood Playhouse."
The Misses Irene and Alice Lewisohn of
No. 43 Fifth Avenue have built this theatre. It is their gift to the
neighborhood, and symbolizes the culmination of a work which they have
shared with the neighborhood's people.
Eight years ago the Henry Street
Settlement started its scheme of festivals and pantomimes, portraying
through the medium of color, song, and dance such vague ideas as
"Impressions of Spring." It was the boys and girls of the Settlement who
performed in these pantomimes. It was they who made the costumes, painted
the necessary scenery, sang and danced.
And both daughters of the late Leonard
Lewisohn were always interested and active in promoting this work.
Out of it, in due time, there developed,
quite naturally, a dramatic club. Plays were given in the Settlement
gymnasium—full-grown pieces like "The Silver Box," by John Galsworthy, and
inspiring dramas like "The Shepherd," a plea for Russian revolutionists, by
an American author, Miss Olive Tilford Dargan. Such was the emotional
response of the neighborhood to this drama that four performances had to be
given at Clinton Hall; and as a result a substantial sum of money was
forwarded to "The Friends of Russian Freedom."
Then, in 1913, came the famous Pageant,
which roused the entire district to a consciousness of itself—its history,
its dignity and also its possibilities.
That portion of the East Side which
surrounds the Henry Street Settlement has seen many an invasion since the
days when the Dutch first ousted the Indians. English, Quakers, Scotch have
come and gone, leaving traces more or less distinct. The Irish have given
place to the Italians, who have been replaced by the Russians. In the
Pageant of 1913 all these settlers were represented by artistically clad
groups who paraded the streets singing and dancing. No hall could have held
the audience which thronged to see this performance; no host of matinée
worshippers could have rivalled it in fervor of appreciation.
When the Misses Lewisohn, then, built
their new playhouse in Grand Street, it was not with the intention of
rousing, but rather of satisfying, an artistic demand among the people of
the neighborhood. And in the new home are to be continued all the varied
activities of which the Henry Street Settlement festival and dramatic clubs
were but the centre. It is to be a genuine community enterprise in which
each boy and girl will have a share. Miss Alice Lewisohn herself thus
expresses its many-sided work:
"The
costume designers and makers, fashioners of jewelry, painters and composers,
musicians and seamstresses, as well as actors and directors, will contribute
their share in varying degree.
"Putting aside for a moment the higher
and artistic development which such work must bring, there is the craftsman
side, too, which has practical value. The young men will become familiar
with all the handiwork of the theatre, the construction and handling of
scenery, the electrical equipment and its varied uses. It will be conceded,
I think, that in this respect the community playhouse is really a college of
instruction in the craft of the stage."
It is a college with a very efficient
and well-trained staff of professors. Mrs. Sarah Cowell Le Moyne, already
well known as a teacher of elocution and acting, will be one of its members.
Miss Grace Griswold, an experienced co-worker of the late Augustine Daly,
will act as manager.
The pupils of this novel school are to
have amusement as well as work. The third floor has been planned to meet
many more requirements than are usually considered in a theatre. Across the
front runs a large rehearsal room, large enough to make a fine dance hall
when occasion demands. Here, too, is a kitchenette which will be used to
serve refreshments when social gatherings are in progress or when an
over-long rehearsal tires out the cast. In warm weather the flat-tiled roof
will be used as a playground. It will be the scene, too, of many open air
performances.
The Neighborhood Playhouse has been open
only a few weeks. Already it is in full swing. On the nights when the
regular players do not appear the programme consists of motion pictures and
music. There is a charming informality and ease about these entertainments;
there is also genuine art, and a whole-hearted appreciation on the part of
the neighborhood's people.
(New York Evening Post)
THE SINGULAR STORY OF THE MOSQUITO MAN
BY HELEN BULLITT LOWRY
"Now you just hold up a minute"—the bungalow-owner waved an indignant hand
at the man in the little car chug-chugging over the bumpy road. "Now I just
want to tell you," he protested, "that
a mosquito got into my room last night and bit me, and I want you to know
that this has happened three times this week. I want it to stop."
The man in the car had jumped out, and
was turning an animated, and aggressive, but not at all provoked, face on
the complainer.
"Are you certain your drains are not
stopped up?" he asked.
"Oh, those drains are all right. It's
that damp hollow over in Miss K's woods that's making the trouble."
"I'll go there immediately," said the
aggressive one. "She promised me she would fill that place this week."
"All right, then," answered the placated
bungalow-owner, "I thought you'd fix it up if you found out about it. I
certainly wouldn't have bought around Darien if you had not cleared this
place of mosquitoes."
The aggressive one plunged into the
Connecticut woods and began his search for possible mosquito-breeding spots.
He was the "Mosquito Man," the self-appointed guardian of the Connecticut
coast from Stamford to Westport.
He was not born a Mosquito Man at all—in
fact, he did not become one until he was forty years old and had retired
from business because he had made enough money to rest and "enjoy life." But
he did not rest, and did not get enjoyment, for the mosquitoes had likewise
leased his place on the Sound and were making good their title.
Came then big fat mosquitoes from the
swamp. Came mosquitoes from the salt marshes. Some lighted on the owner's
nose and some looked for his ankles, and found them. Three days of this sort
of rest made him decide to move away. Then, because he was aggressive, he
became the Mosquito Man. The idea occurred to him when he had gone over to a
distant island and was watching the building of houses.
"This place," he said to the head
carpenter, "is going to be a little heaven."
"More like a little other place,"
growled the head carpenter. "Here they've dug out the centre of the island
and carted it to the beach to make hills for the houses to be built on. One
good rain will fill their little heaven with mosquitoes. Why don't the
people around here drain their country?"
That night the Mosquito Man telephoned
to a drainage expert in New York and demanded that he come out the next day.
"I
don't like to work on Sunday," the expert objected.
"It is absolutely essential that you
come at once," he was told. "Can you take the first train?"
The first train and the expert arrived
in Darien at 5:51. Before the day was over a contract had been drawn up to
the purport that the expert would drain the salt marshes between Stamford
and South Norwalk for $4,000.
The Mosquito Man now began to talk
mosquitoes to every one who would listen and to many who did not want to
listen. "That bug," the old settlers called him at the time—for old settlers
are very settled in their ways. The young women at the Country Club,
whenever they saw him coming, made bets as to whether he would talk
mosquitoes—and he always did. Every property-owner in the township was asked
for a subscription, and some gave generously and some gave niggardly and
some did not give at all. The subscriptions were voluntary, for no one could
be forced to remove a mosquito-breeding nuisance from his property. This was
in 1911, and only in 1915 has a mosquito law been passed in Connecticut. The
Mosquito Man was forced to use "indirect influence," which does not expedite
matters.
A subscription of $1,000 came from the
big land corporation of the neighborhood, after the "indirect influence" had
rather forcibly expressed itself.
"I want $1,000 from you," said the
Mosquito Man to the representative of the president—the president was in
South America. The representative laughed, so the Mosquito Man spent several
days explaining to him why property is more valuable when it is not infested
with pests. But every time that the $1,000 was mentioned, the representative
could not restrain the smile.
"Well," the Mosquito Man said, at last,
"I will make the drainage on your property anyway, and it will cost me
$2,000. If you want it left you will have to pay me every cent of the
$2,000, not just the $1,000 that I am asking now. Otherwise I shall fill up
my ditches and let you enjoy your mosquitoes."
The representative did not laugh at
this, but cabled the president in South America. As the president had just
been at Panama, and had seen the mosquito extermination work, the $1,000
subscription came back by return cable.
The Darien Board of Health also was a
spot against which in direct influence was knocking, for it was a rich Board
of Health with $150 at its disposal—and
the Mosquito Man wanted that appropriation to flaunt in the faces of the old
settlers.
"God sent mosquitoes," objected one
member of the Board of Health, "and it is going in the face of Providence to
try to get rid of them."
All in all, the money was raised. Some
whom he asked for $100 gave $25, and some whom he asked for $25 gave $100,
and some millionaires did not give at all—but a sail-maker is still telling
proudly of how he gave $5, and "I haven't regretted a cent of it since."
The draining now commenced, and the
expert and the Mosquito Man were of the same stripe. The work was completed
in six weeks. Just about this time people stopped calling the Mosquito Man
"a bug," and the members of the Country Club even tried to make him talk
mosquitoes to them, while the sail-maker felt sure that his $5 had done the
whole job. Hammocks were swung out in the yards—and a hammock hung outside
of the screens is the barometer of the mosquito condition.
The Mosquito Man was feeling very
satisfied the night he went to a dance at the Country Club. But the east
wind blew in the mosquitoes from the Norwalk marshes.
"It was the most embarrassing experience
I have ever had," said the Mosquito Man. "I sat right behind a big fat lady
whose dress was very low and I watched the mosquitoes bite her; her whole
back was covered with red lumps. That night I telegraphed to the man who had
done the draining and he telegraphed back that all of Norwalk township must
be drained."
Norwalk proved to be a much severer task
than Darien. In Darien the Mosquito Man had found only indifference and
prejudice; in Norwalk he met active opposition. Property owners and city
councils seem to be afraid that the value of property will be brought down
if any sanitation scandal is advertised. It really appeared to be simpler
and better business to ignore the fact.
To do away with this opposition, the
Mosquito Man handled his campaign in a popular manner. The cooperation of
the newspapers was gained and every day he published articles on the
mosquito question; some of the articles were educational and others were
facetious—while one came out that brought the property owners crying
"murder" about his ears. This was the article in which he gave the
statistics of Norwalk's health rate in comparison
with other Connecticut towns. The smallest
subscriptions were encouraged, for, after a man has given a dollar to a
cause, that cause is his. Many a child was received with a welcoming smile
when he brought to the campaign offices a ten-cent donation.
True, ten-cent donations were not
suggested to adult contributors, and the Mosquito Man did much to induce the
well-to-do citizens to subscribe according to their means. He still tells
with relish of the club of women which took up a collection, after his talk,
and presented him with two dollars, in small change.
"The women, though, were my greatest
help," he adds; "I found that the women are as a rule better citizens than
the men and are glad to be organized to fight the mosquito and fly menace.
Of course, I found some uneducated ones that owned a piece of property a
foot square, and were afraid that I would walk off with it in my pocket if I
came to look it over—but, as for the educated women, I could not have
managed my campaign without them."
A large contributor to the fund was the
monastery at Kaiser Island. For years this had been a summer resort for the
monks, who filled the dormitories in the old days before the mosquitoes took
the island. Only one priest was there when the Mosquito Man visited the
place to ask for a subscription.
"Very few come any more," said the
priest. "It is because of the mosquitoes."
"Will you contribute $500 to get rid of
them?" asked the Mosquito Man.
Briefly, the Mosquito Man offered to
repay the $500 himself if he did not exterminate the mosquitoes. The
mosquitoes went; the monks came back to Kaiser Island.
Yet, in spite of the occasional generous
giver, the $7,500 was never quite raised, and the Mosquito Man himself had
to make up the deficit. The citizens of Norwalk, for instance, contributed
only $150.
This all happened three years ago, and
now not a child in the twelve miles but can tell you all about mosquitoes
and how a community can avoid having them. The Mosquito Man is appreciated
now, and the community understands what he has done for them and what he is
still doing—for the contract merely drained the salt marshes, doing away
with the salt-water mosquitoes. There were still the fresh-water mosquitoes,
and there was still much work for some
one to do. That some one has been the Mosquito Man.
During the three years, he has made it
his business to drain every inland marsh within his territory, to turn over
every tub which may collect water, to let the plug out of every old boat
which is breeding mosquitoes, and to convince every ancestor-encumbered
autocrat that his inherited woods can breed mosquitoes just as disastrously
as do the tin cans of the Hungarian immigrant down the road. The Mosquito
Man has an assistant, paid by the towns of Darien and Norwalk—and together
they traverse the country.
"It was difficult finding a man who
would go into mud to the waist when need was," said the Mosquito Man, "but I
finally found a good man with the proper scorn of public opinion on the
clothes question, and with a properly trained wife who cleaned without
scolding."
You can find traces of the two men any
place you go in the woods of Darien or Norwalk. In a ferned dell where you
are quite sure that yours is the first human presence, you come upon a
ditch, as clean and smooth as a knife—or you find new grass in a place which
you remember as a swamp. Perhaps you may even be lucky enough to come on the
two workers themselves, digging with their pick and spade—for all summer
long the Mosquito Man is working eight hours a day at his self-appointed
task.
You might even find him in New York some
off-day—and you will know him, for surely he will be telling some rebellious
apartment-house owner that the tank on his roof is unscreened. For they do
say that he carries his activities into any part of the world where he may
chance to be; they do say that, when he was in Italy not so very long ago,
he went out to investigate the mosquitoes which had disturbed his rest the
night before.
"Now you must oil your swamp," said he
to the innkeeper.
That night there was no salad for
dinner, for the innkeeper had obeyed the order to the best of his ability.
He had poured all of his best olive oil on the mosquito marsh.
(Country Gentleman)
Five half-tone illustrations, with the
following captions:
A
COUNTY SERVICE STATION
Where
New York Farmers Get Help in Their Fruit Growing and Marketing Problems
BY D. H.
WILLIAMS
You've
got to look into the family closet of a county and study its skeletons
before you can decide whether that county's farming business is mostly on
paper or on concrete. You've got to know whether it standardizes production
and marketing, or just markets by as many methods as there are producers.
As a
living example of the possibility of tightening up and retiming the gears of
a county's economic machinery to the end of cutting out power losses,
Niagara County, New York, stands in a distinct class by itself.
Here is
an area of 558 square miles, with Lake Ontario spraying its northern line. A
network of electric and steam railways and hundreds of miles of splendid
state highways make up a system of economic arteries through which the
industrial life-blood of the county circulates.
Forty-eight hours to Chicago's markets, the same distance to New York's;
three wealthy industrial and agricultural cities within the county
itself—Lockport, Niagara Falls and North Tonawanda—operating with a wealth
of cheap electric power generated at Niagara Falls—these are some of the
advantages within and without the county, the value of which is
self-evident.
Beginning with the southern plain section, Niagara's agriculture changes in
type from general hay and grain farming to a more intense fruit-growing
industry as the northern plain section is approached, until within the zone
of Lake Ontario's tempering influence the fruit industry almost excludes all
other types of farming.
There is
hardly a more favored fruit section in the country
than the northern half of Niagara County.
Apples, pears, peaches, plums, grapes, cherries, quinces make up the
county's horticultural catalogue. The latest available figures rank Niagara
County first among the counties of New York in the number of fruit trees;
second in the total number of bushels of fruit produced; first in the
quantity of peaches, pears, plums and prunes, quinces and cherries; third in
the number of bushels of apples.
Yet there are things about the county
which no statistics will ever show, such things, for instance, as the
condition of the orchards, the market value of the fruit, the earning
capacity of the land as a whole—in other words, the bedrock rating of the
county. You have to get at these things by a different avenue of approach.
A rather close auditing during 1914 of
the accounts of some eighty-seven typical good farms in perhaps the best
section of Niagara County brought out the fact that labor incomes from these
farms, on the whole, could not be classed as strictly giltedge. One
diagnosis made by a Niagara County investigator is recorded in these words:
"Though Niagara County has many of the
best fruit farms in New York State, there are numbers of orchards that have
been abandoned to the ravages of insects and disease. There is also a
tendency toward extensive rather than intensive fruit growing, which has
resulted in many large plantings being made.
"Niagara County does not need more
orchards, but rather cultivation and spraying of the present orchards; it
does not need to produce more fruit, but rather to insure better grading and
marketing of the present production."
This observation is dated 1914, one year
after leading farmers and business men of the county, convinced that all was
not so well with them as the lifeless census figures would have one believe,
made the move to set up and operate for the county a farm bureau. New York
is the national hotbed of farm-bureau enthusiasm and propaganda.
Almost six years to the day after the
inauguration of this bureau, I went into Niagara County. And before I left I
was able to sketch a rather vivid mental picture of what a farm bureau
really can do for a county, be the raw material with which it must work
good, bad or indifferent.
Up in the office of the Niagara County
Farm Bureau at Lockport I waited some two hours for an interview with its
manager, Nelson R. Peet. That wait was an eye-opener.
Three women clerks and stenographers and
the assistant manager occupied this room. The clerks were trying to
typewrite, answer the continuous ringing of the phone, respond to buzzer
summons from Manager Peet's private office and talk with a stream of
visitors, all at the same time.
I spent two whole days and half a night
in these offices and not once save at night was there a let-up in this sort
of thing. It was business all the time; the business of service! Niagara
County farmers are using the bureau.
Nelson Peet, manager, is a spectacled
human magneto. His speech and his movements fairly crackle with energy; his
enthusiasm is as communicable as a jump spark. A young man in years, yet
mature in the knowledge of men and the psychology of service, he never
wastes a minute dilating upon the philosophy of farm management; but he has
worked twenty hours a day to see that Niagara County farmers got all the
labor they needed during rush seasons.
This man has been with the bureau three
years. When he came to it the bureau had a paid-up membership of 325. In
March this year, when I was in Niagara County, the membership stood at 2185,
and was increasing daily. It led by a good margin, I was told, the
fifty-five New York county farm bureaus. These, in 1918, had a total
membership of 60,000. More than half the farmers in Niagara County are
members of the Niagara Bureau.
When Peet first took charge there were
two broad courses open to him. He might have planned a program of
paternalistic propaganda in behalf of the farmers of the county. Such a
program calls for a tremendous amount of talking and writing about
coöperation and community interests, better economics and better social
conditions, but too often results in the propagandist doing the "coing,"
while the "operating" is left to somebody else.
The other course was to find out what
the farms and farmers in the county needed most and then set to work with
little ado to get those things. Peet chose the latter course. And in so
doing he has staged one of the best demonstrations in rural America. He has
shown that a farm bureau can be made into a county service station and
actually become the hub of the county's agricultural activities.
With the aid of state-college men, one
of Peet's foremost lines of bureau work has been that of taking inventories
of the farming business of Niagara County. For four years these records
have been taken on some 100 typical farms.
Group meetings are regularly held at the homes of the bureau's community
committeemen. Here, with the records they have been keeping, the farmers
assemble. Here they work out their own labor incomes and compare notes with
their neighbors. The farm bureau helps the men make these business
analyses—it does not do the work for them. Now the farmers ask for the blank
forms and are themselves as enthusiastic over farm-management records as the
men who specialize in such.
These figures serve the bureau as an
index to the county's progress. More than once Peet has referred to them and
discovered where leaks could be plugged. For example, these records showed
an average labor income of $182 a farm for the four years ending 1916.
"This fact," Mr. Peet explained, "we put
to work as the reason for doing something to benefit the fruit industry.
What could be done? The answer in other highly specialized fruit sections
seems to have been central packing houses. We held a meeting, inviting one
very influential fruit grower from each loading station in the county. We
showed charts of the farm-management records. It didn't take long for the
meeting to go on record as favoring the central-packing-house plan.
"Later meetings were held in each
community, the farm-management charts were again shown, and at every loading
station the meetings went on record as favoring central packing houses. To
make a long story short, sites and methods of financing these houses were
worked out. There were already two old central packing houses in operation.
They took on new life. Five new ones have been formed. All were incorporated
and federated into a central parent association, which owns the brand
adopted and makes the rules and regulations under which the fruit is packed.
"From the very beginning the proposition
has been pushed not as a means of beating the selling game by selling
coöperatively, but as a means of securing the confidence of the consuming
public, which must ultimately result in a wider distribution and better
prices. In fact, the matter of selling has not been fostered from the
farm-bureau office. We have concerned ourselves solely with uniform grading
and central packing. We believed from the start that the selling of properly
graded and packed fruit will take care of itself, and this stand has been
justified.
"Each association makes its own
arrangements for selling, and in every
case has secured better prices than the growers who sold under the old
system. The most satisfactory feature of this work centers round the fact
that the best and most influential growers are heart and soul behind the
proposition. The personnel of coöperative movements, I believe, is the main
feature."
When I visited Niagara County the seven
central packing associations were doing a splendid business, handling about
$1,000,000 worth of apples between them. Only two of the associations were
more than one year old. Many of the associations were dickering for
additional space for packing and for extensions for their refrigerator
service. Other communities in Niagara and in other counties were writing in
for details of the plan, to the end of getting the same thing started in
their sections. And inquiries were coming in from states outside of New
York.
Even with the best of selling methods,
no commodity will bring a profit to the producer unless the greater portion
of it is eligible to the A-1 class. Too many seconds or culls will throw any
orchard venture on the rocks of bankruptcy. It came to Manager Peet's
attention early in 1917 that the farm bureau had a golden opportunity to put
on another service, which alone, if it worked out in practice as well as it
did on paper, would justify the existence of the bureau.
He noticed that though orchardists were
following spraying schedules—the best they could find—some had splendid
results in controlling apple scab and other pests, but others got results
ranging between indifferent and poor. This seemed paradoxical, in view of
the fact that one man who followed the same spraying schedule as his
neighbor would have more scabby apples than the other.
At that time L.F. Strickland, orchard
inspector for the state department of agriculture, had paid particular
attention to a limited number of apple orchards in Niagara County with a
view to controlling scab by spraying. He discovered that, though the average
spraying calendar is all right, climatic conditions in different parts of
the same county often upset these standard calculations, so that a
difference of one day or even a few hours in time of spraying often meant
the difference between success and failure. In other words, it was necessary
to study all contributing factors, watch the orchards unremittingly and then
decide on the exact day or even hour when conditions were right for a
successful spray treatment. He found that one must strike the times
between times to get the optimum of results.
So Mr. Strickland, in conjunction with
his regular work, kept an eagle eye on a few orchards and would notify the
owners when it seemed the moment for spraying had come. It worked out that
those favored orchardists had magnificent yields of A-1 fruit; others in the
same sections, following the rather flexible spraying calendars, didn't do
nearly so well.
All this set Manager Peet to thinking.
"Strickland hasn't got an automobile and has lots of other work to do," he
reasoned; "but why, if he had a car and could give all the time necessary to
such work, couldn't the same results be had in orchards all over the county?
Why can't this farm bureau put on a spraying service?"
He put the idea up to the executive
committee of the bureau. The idea was good, they agreed, but it would cost
at least $500 to try it out the first year. The bureau didn't have the
available funds.
"Tell you what," they finally said: "If
you want to get out and rustle up 500 new members at one dollar each to pay
for this thing, we'll authorize it."
Peet was telling me about it. "Here the
bureau had been working for four years with a paid-up membership of about
375," he said, "and if I believed in my idea I had to get 500 more by
spring. It was February eighth when the committee gave me this decision.
Well, I did it in time to start the ball that spring!"
He got the new members because he had a
service to sell them. Arrangements were made whereby the county was divided
into six zones, varying in soil and topographic conditions. Criterion
orchards were selected in each zone. The inspector, with the aid of daily
telegraphic weather reports and through constant inspection of the criterion
orchards, decided when the hour struck for the most effective spraying of
these orchards.
In the meantime Manager Peet and the
inspector had worked out a code system for spraying instructions and put
this into the hands of the growers in the six zones. When it came time to
spray, the telephones from headquarters in Lockport were put to work and the
code message sent to certain orchardists; these in turn repeated the
instructions to a number of other orchardists agreed upon, until every
member had received the message.
The scheme has worked. The first year
there were 800 members who took this service; the second year—1918—there
were 900; this year there are 1500. It is paying for itself many times
over. One central packing house with nine
grower members reports that eight of the members used the spraying service
and that none of these had more than five per cent of their fruit to cull
out. The ninth member sprayed, but not through the service. He culled
forty-five per cent of his crop. There are scores of similar instances.
Seeing how quickly he could get the
support of the Niagara farmers for any move which had practice and not
theory to recommend it, Manager Peet next began to agitate for an
improvement in city-marketing conditions in Lockport. Up to August, 1915,
the system—if system it might be called—of distributing farm produce for
Lockport's consumption consisted of sporadic visits by producers to the city
with produce to be sold at prices largely controlled by the local
grocerymen. Likewise retail prices to consumers were chiefly regulated by
the same standard.
A grower might drive into Lockport with
100 quarts of strawberries. He would stop at a grocery and offer them.
"No," the grocer would say, "I don't
want any. Say, how much do you want for them anyhow?"
"Ten cents a quart."
"Too high; I'll give you six."
Whereupon the man would drive on to see
the next grocer. But the man who offered six cents might go straight to his
phone, call up the rest of the trade and inform it that there were 100
quarts of strawberries on the streets for which he had offered six cents
against ten asked. The result would be that the farmer would get no better
offer than six cents.
So Manager Peet joined hands with the
Lockport Board of Commerce and went at the job of righting this condition.
He proposed a city market for farmers. The nearest approach to a market was
a shelter for teams which the local food dealers had rented.
To 700 farmers in the vicinity of
Lockport Manager Peet wrote letters, calling their attention to these
conditions and offering the city-market idea as a remedy. And he used
publicity among Lockport's population of consumers, showing them the economy
of such a move. The farmers held a get-together meeting, decided on a
location for a market in Lockport, decided on market days and market hours.
After this the farm bureau got the city's common council to pass an
ordinance prohibiting the huckstering of farm produce on the streets during
market hours; also an ordinance setting the market hours, marking
off a street section which should be used
as a market stand, and putting the superintendent of streets in charge.
That was all. Not a cent of
appropriation asked for. The market opened August 10, 1917, with fifty farm
wagons in place. Before the summer was over it was common to find more than
100 at their stands. The local war-garden supervisor acted as inspector. He
looked over the produce, advised the farmers how to pack and display it, and
used every energy in the direction of popularizing the market among
producers and consumers alike.
Between Manager Peet and the inspector a
scheme was worked out whereby every Thursday was bargain day in market. They
would get a certain number of farmers to agree to pack and offer for sale on
those days a limited number of baskets of their finest tomatoes, say. Or it
might be corn. In the case of tomatoes the bargain price would be ten cents
for baskets which that day were selling regularly for eighteen to
twenty-five cents. To each of these baskets—no farmer was asked to sacrifice
more than ten—was attached a green tag noting that it was a bargain.
Each bargain day was advertised in
advance among Lockport consumers. Thursday mornings would see an early rush
to the market. The bargains would be cleaned out and then business at normal
prices would continue at a brisker rate than usual.
The first year of its operation this
market was held on fifty-one days. During this period 1300 rigs sold out
their produce for a total of $13,000. This simple move has resulted in
stabilizing prices in Lockport and has encouraged the bringing in of farm
produce. Prices automatically regulate themselves. If they begin to get too
low in Lockport, the supply in sight is immediately reduced through action
by the producers in shipping the stuff to Niagara Falls or Buffalo by motor
trucks.
The distribution of Lockport's milk
supply, as happens in hundreds of cities, has been attended by considerable
waste and expense as a result of duplication of delivery routes, breakage of
bottles and uneconomic schedules.
The first night I was in Lockport,
Manager Peet was holding a meeting of the milk producers supplying the city
for the purpose of settling this inequity once and for all. A little
agitation had been carried on ahead of this meeting, but only a little. Peet
had a plan.
"It's all wrong to plan for a
municipally owned central distributing system," he was explaining to me the
next morning; "these are too likely to get mixed up in politics. So last
night we just about clinched our
arrangement for having our city distributing system owned by the producers
themselves. In the past we have had eight distributors with fifteen wagons
handling the milk supplied from fifty dairy farms. There has been a big loss
in time and money as a result of this competition.
"The farm bureau got the producers
together on the plan of securing options on these distributors' interests,
and last night we just about wound up all the preliminaries. We already have
our limited liability corporation papers. We're incorporating under the
Membership Corporation Law. Our organization comes under the amendment to
the Sherman Antitrust Law, you know, following closely the California law
under which the California fruit growers' associations operate.
"We figure that we will need between
$20,000 and $30,000 for the purchase of buildings, wagons, equipment and
good-will now in the hands of the distributors. At first we thought it would
be a good plan to have every member of the association subscribe to the
amount proportioned by the number of cows he keeps or the amount of milk he
has for sale. But for several reasons this wouldn't work. So we hit on the
scheme of having each man subscribe to the amount he personally is able to
finance.
"We already have $24,000 subscribed in
sums between set limits of $100 and $1000. We're issuing five-year
certificates of indebtedness bearing six per cent interest. Our producers
will have about $9000 worth of milk a month to distribute. We plan to deduct
five per cent every month from these milk checks to pay off the
certificates. Then later we'll create a new set of certificates and
redistribute these in proportion to the amounts of milk produced on the
members' farms."
Manager Peet and the producers are
making it perfectly plain to Lockport consumers that this is no move
contemplating price control. In fact, they expect to sell milk for a cent a
quart under the old price.
The farm-labor shortage which antedated
our entrance into the war became a national menace about the time our
selective draft began to operate. New York farmers were as hard hit as any
other farmers, particularly in the fruit sections, where a tremendous labor
supply falls suddenly due at harvest time. Niagara County came in for its
full share of this trouble and the Niagara County Farm Bureau went its
length to meet the emergency.
In 1917 Western New York produced the
biggest crop of peaches in its history,
and in the face of the greatest labor famine. There were nearly 8000 cars of
the fruit in danger of spoiling on the trees and on the ground. Peet
anticipated the crisis by converting the farm bureau into a veritable county
labor department. He was promised a good number of high-school boys who were
to help in the peach harvest and who were to be cleared through a central
office in Buffalo.
Manager Peet worked out arrangements for
the care of these boys in forty-two camps strategically located. The camps
were to accommodate thirty boys each. The farmers had asked Peet for 4500
hands. He applied for 1500 boys and had every reason to expect these. But at
the critical moment something went wrong in Buffalo headquarters and of the
1500 asked for he got only 200!
"I was in Buffalo at the time the news
was broken," Manager Peet was saying to me, "and my first impulse was to
jump off one of the docks!"
Here was a nice kettle of fish! The
fruit was ripening on the trees, and the phones in the bureau offices were
ringing their plating off with calls from frantic farmers. Peet didn't jump
off a Buffalo dock; he jumped out of his coat and into the fray. He got a
Federal Department of Labor man to help him. They plastered appeals for help
all over Western New York—on the walls of post offices, railroad stations,
on boarding houses. They worked on long-distance phones, the telegraph, the
mails. They hired trucks and brought city men and boys and women and girls
from cities to work in the orchards over week-ends. Labor, attracted by the
flaring posters, drifted into the bureau's offices in Lockport and
immediately was assigned to farms; and hundreds of laborers whom Peet never
saw also came.
By working seven days a week and often
without meals and with cat naps for sleep the bureau cleared 1200 laborers
through its office, to say nothing of the loads brought overland by motor
truck and which never came near the office. Business houses in the towns
closed down and sent their help to the orchards. Lockport's organization of
"live wires"—lawyers, doctors, bankers—went out and worked in the orchards.
"Well," was Peet's comment, "we saved
the crop, that's all!"
Last year the bureau placed 1095 men and
four women on farms in Niagara County. In addition, 1527 soldiers were
secured on two-day furloughs from Fort Niagara to help harvest the fruit
crops. "We did this," said Manager Peet, "mainly by
starting early and keeping persistently at
it with the War Department, in order to cut the red tape."
This fall there will go into effect in
New York State an amendment to its drainage law which is going to do more
properly to drain the state than all the steam diggers that could have been
crowded on its acres under former conditions. This action came out of
Niagara County, through the farm bureau.
To realize the importance of drainage in
this county one must remember that it lies in two levels broken by the ridge
which forms the locks at Lockport, the falls at Niagara Falls, and which
extends across the county from east to west. In each plateau the land is
very level, there being but few places in the county having a difference in
elevation of twenty feet within a radius of a mile. Good drainage is very
necessary and in the past has been very hard to secure.
"Practically no man can secure adequate
drainage without being concerned in the drainage of his neighbor's land,"
said Mr. Peet. "If the neighbor objects the situation is complicated. And
our drainage laws have been woefully inadequate to handle these problems."
But recently the farm bureau put it up
to a conference of county agents of New York to get the "state leader" to
appoint a state committee to work this thing out and persuade the state
legislature to make the necessary amendments to the drainage law. The plan
went through, and one of the laws passed compels an objecting property owner
to open drains which are necessary for the relief of his neighbors. This law
goes into effect next fall.
Farmers are looking to the farm bureau
for help in the cleaning and repairing of some sixty drainage ditches
constructed in the past under the county-commissioner plan. But the records
on file in the county clerk's office are in bad shape. The farm bureau has
taken it upon itself to arrange all this material so that it is available on
a minute's notice, and as a result has drawn up petitions to the supervisors
for the cleaning out of three of these ditches.
Cooperating with the New York State Food
Commission, the farm bureau had a power-tractor ditcher placed in the county
last summer. Peet placed his assistant in full charge, and the machine never
lost a single day as a result of lack of supervision. It has dug over 4000
rods of ditch for tile on twenty-eight farms.
For four years Niagara County farmers
had not made expenses in growing
tomatoes for the canneries. The farm bureau called a meeting of some
fourteen growers and together they figured the cost of production. The
average cost for 1917 was found to be $85 an acre; the estimated cost for
1918 was $108 an acre. The average crop was set at six tons to the acre. A
joint committee went out of the conference and laid these facts before the
canners. The result was that the growers got $20 a ton for their crops in
1918.
These are some outstanding features of
the service rendered its farmers by the Niagara bureau. Here are some of its
"lesser" activities:
Taking an agricultural census by school
districts of each farm in the county and completing the job in one week.
Effecting an interchange of livestock
and seed.
Distributing 1000 bushels of seed corn
among 383 farmers, twenty-two tons of nitrate of soda at cost among
sixty-two farmers, and securing and distributing six tons of sugar to fifty
beekeepers for wintering bees.
Indorsing 200 applications for military
furloughs.
Assisting in organizing Liberty Loan
campaigns, especially the third.
Assisting in the delivery of twenty
carloads of feed, fertilizer, farm machinery and barrels, which had been
delayed.
Holding twelve demonstration meetings,
attended by 602 farmers.
Conducting two tractor schools, attended
by 125 farmers.
Arranging eight farmers' institutes,
attended by 900 farmers.
Organizing a Federal Farm Loan
Association which has loaned $125,000 to nineteen farmers.
The bureau keeps its members posted on
what is going on in the county and what the bureau is doing through the
medium of a well-edited monthly "News" of eight pages. The best feature of
the handling of this publication is that it costs neither bureau nor members
a cent. The advertisements from local supply dealers pay for it, and two
pages of ads in each issue settles the bill.
The bureau's books show that last year
it spent five dollars in serving each member. The membership fee is only one
dollar. The difference comes from Federal, state and county appropriations.
The success of this bureau comes from
having at the head of it the right man with the right view of what a farm
bureau should do. Manager Peet sees to
it that the organization works with the local chamber of commerce—the one in
Lockport has 700 members—which antedates the farm bureau and which always
has supported the bureau. Peet's policy has been to keep the bureau not only
before the farmers but before the city people as well.
The "live-wire" committee of the
Lockport chamber, composed of lawyers, doctors, bankers, merchants, and the
like, has made Manager Peet an ex-officio member. The Niagara Falls
and Tonawanda Chambers of Commerce get together with the Lockport chamber
and the farm bureau and talk over problems of inter-county importance. These
conferences have worked out a unified plan for road development, for
instance. The Niagara Farm Bureau helped the Niagara Falls city
administration to secure the services of a Federal market inspector. In this
way all rivalry between different sections and towns in Niagara County is
freed of friction.
About the only criticism I heard against
the farm bureau of Niagara County was that Peet was the wrong man. The
farmers want a man who will stay manager. But some of the best
members hinted that Peet will not stay because he's just a bit too
efficient. They seem to fear that some business corporation is going to get
him away. And when you look over the record of his work as organizer and
executive, you must admit there's something in this.
(Detroit News)
Four half-tone illustrations:
GUARDING A CITY'S WATER SUPPLY
How the City Chemist Watches for the Appearance of Deadly Bacilli; Water
Made Pure by Chemicals
BY HENRY J. RICHMOND
"COLON." The city chemist spoke the one significant word as he set down the
test tube into which he had been gazing intently.
The next morning the front page of all the
city papers displayed the warning, "Citizens should boil the drinking
water."
Every morning, as the first task of the
day, the city chemist uncorks a curious little crooked tube containing a few
spoonsful of very ordinary bouillon, akin to that which you might grab at
the quick lunch, but which has been treated by the admixture of a chemical.
This tube begins in a bulb which holds the fluid and terminates in an
upturned crook sealed at the end. Into this interesting little piece of
apparatus, the chemist pours a small quantity of the city drinking water,
and he then puts the whole into an incubator where it is kept at a
temperature favorable to the reactions which are expected if the water is
contaminated.
After a sufficient time the tube is
inspected. To the untrained eye nothing appears. The bouillon still remains
in the little bulb apparently unchanged. Its color and clearness have not
been affected. But the chemist notices that it does not stand so high in the
closed end of the tube as it did when placed in the incubator. The
observation seems trivial, but to the man of science it is significant.
What has happened? The water contained
some minute organisms which when acted upon by the chemical in the tube have
set up a fermentation. Gradually, one by one in the little bulb, bubbles of
gas have formed and risen to the surface of the liquid in the closed upper
end of the tube. As this gas was liberated, it took the place of the liquid
in the tube, and the liquid was forced downward until there was quite a
large space, apparently vacant but really filled with gas.
It was this phenomenon that had
attracted the attention of the chemist. What did it mean? It was the
evidence that the water which was being furnished to the city for half a
million people to drink contained some living organism.
Now that, in itself, was enough to make
an official of the health department begin to take an interest. It was not,
however, in itself a danger signal.
Not all bacterial life is a menace to
health, the chemist will tell you. Indeed, humanity has come to live on very
peaceable terms with several thousand varieties of bacteria and to be really
at enmity with but a score or more. Without the beneficent work of a certain
class of bacteria the world would not be habitable. This comes about through
a very interesting, though rather repulsive condition—the necessity of
getting rid of the dead to make room for the living.
What would be the result if no provision
had been made for the disintegration of the bodies of all the men and
animals that have inhabited the earth since the beginning? Such a situation
is inconceivable. But very wisely providence has provided that myriads and
myriads of tiny creatures are ever at work breaking up worn-out and dead
animal matter and reducing it to its original elements. These elements are
taken up by plant life, elaborated into living vegetable growth and made fit
again for the nourishment of animal life, thus completing the marvelous
cycle. And so we must not get the notion that all bacteria are our mortal
foes. We could not live without them, and our earth, without their humble
services, would no longer be habitable.
Neither need we fear the presence of
bacterial life in our drinking water. Drinking water always contains
bacteria. We, ourselves, even when in the best of health, are the hosts of
millions upon millions of them, and it is fair to suppose that they serve
some useful purpose. At any rate, it has never been demonstrated that they
do us any harm under normal conditions.
And so, the chemist was not alarmed when
he discovered that the formation of gas in his crooked tube gave indication
of bacteria in the drinking water. He must ascertain what type of bacteria
he had entrapped. To this end, he analyzed the gas, and when he determined
that the fermentation was due to the presence of colon bacilli in the water,
he sent out his warning. Not that the colon bacilli are a menace to health.
The body of every human being in the world is infested with millions of
them. But the presence of colon bacilli in drinking water is an indication
of the presence of a really dangerous thing—sewage.
Thus, when the city chemist turned from
his test tube with the exclamation, "Colon!" he did not fear the thing that
he saw, but the thing that he knew might accompany it.
There has been much discussion of late
of the possibility that the great lakes cities may suffer a water famine.
The rapid increase of population along the borders of these great seas, it
has been said, might render the water unfit for use. This fear is based upon
the assumption that we shall always continue the present very foolish
practice of dumping our sewage into the source of our water supply. The time
may come when we shall know better how to protect the public health and at
the same time husband the public resources. But even at that, the city
chemist says that he hardly expects to see the time when the
present intake for water near the head of
Belle Isle will not be both safe and adequate.
No doubt he makes this statement because
he has confidence that the purification of water is both simple and safe.
There are two principal methods. The first, and most expensive, is nature's
own—the filter. The application of this method is comparatively simple
though it involves considerable expense. The trick was learned from the
hillside spring which, welling up through strata of sand and gravel, comes
out pure and clear and sparkling. To make spring water out of lake water,
therefore, it is merely necessary to excavate a considerable area to the
desired depth and lead into it the pipes connected with the wells from which
water is to be pumped. Then the pit is filled with successive layers of
crushed stone graduated in fineness to the size of gravel and then covered
with a deep layer of fine sand. This area is then flooded with the water to
be filtered, which slowly percolates and comes out clear and pure. The best
results in purification of contaminated water supplies have probably been
attained in this way; that is, as measured by the improvement of health and
the general reduction of the death rate from those diseases caused by the
use of contaminated water.
But when the alarm was given this spring
by the city chemist there was no time to excavate and build an extensive
filtering plant. The dreaded typhoid was already making its appearance and
babies were dying. Something had to be done at once.
If some afternoon you take a stroll
through Gladwin park your attention may be attracted to a little white
building at the lower end of the settling basin. It is merely a temporary
structure yet it is serving a very important purpose. Approach the open door
and your nostrils will be greeted by a pungent odor that may make you catch
your breath. The workmen, too, you will notice, do not stay long within
doors, but take refuge in a little shelter booth outside. Strewn about here
and there are traces of a white, powdery substance which seems to have been
tracked down from a platform erected on the roof. This is hypochlorite of
lime, the substance used for sterilizing the city drinking water.
This is so powerful a disinfectant that
it destroys all bacteria in water even in an extremely dilute solution. The
method of applying it is interesting. The city water comes in from the river
through a great tunnel about 10 feet in diameter. The little chlorinating
plant is situated on the line of this tunnel so that the
solution is readily introduced into the
water before it reaches the pool called a settling basin.
The hypochlorite reaches the plant in
iron cylinders containing 100 pounds. These are carried up to the roof and
poured into the first mixing tank through a hopper fixed for the purpose.
There are within the building four of these mixing tanks. In the first, up
near the roof, a very strong solution is first made. This is drawn off into
a second tank with a greater admixture of water and thence passes into the
third and fourth. From the last it is forced out into the main tunnel by a
pipe and mingles with the great flood that is pouring constantly into the
wells beneath pumping engines. And this is the strength of the chemical:
five pounds of it mingled with one million gallons of water is sufficient to
render the water fit for drinking purposes. Nearly 98 per cent of the
bacteria in the water is destroyed by this weak solution. The water is
tasteless and odorless. Indeed, probably very few of the citizens of Detroit
who are using the city water all the time, know that the treatment is being
applied.
But the chemist continues his tests
every morning. Every morning the little crooked tubes are brought out and
filled and carefully watched to ascertain if the telltale gas develops which
is an index of "death in the cup." Thus is the city's water supply guarded.
No more important work can devolve on
the board of health. Before science had learned to recognize the tiny
enemies which infest drinking water, typhoid and kindred diseases were
regarded as a visitation of divine providence for the sins of a people. We
now know that a rise in the death rate from these diseases is to be laid
rather to the sins of omission on the part of the board of health and the
public works department.
(The Outlook)
THE OCCUPATION AND EXERCISE CURE
BY FRANK MARSHALL WHITE
The nerve specialist leaned back in his chair behind the great mahogany desk
in his consulting-room and studied the features of the capitalist as that
important factor in commerce and industry explained the symptoms that had
become alarming enough to drive him, against his will, to seek medical
assistance. The patient was under fifty
years of age, though the deep lines in his face, with his whitening
hair—consequences of the assiduity with which he had devoted himself to the
accumulation of his millions and his position in the Directory of
Directors—made him appear ten years older. An examination had shown that he
had no organic disease of any kind, but he told the physician that he was
suffering from what he called "inward trembling," with palpitation of the
heart, poor sleep, occasional dizziness, pain in the back of the neck,
difficulty in concentrating his attention, and, most of all, from various
apprehensions, such as that of being about to fall, of losing his mind, of
sudden death—he was afraid to be alone, and was continually tired, worried,
and harassed.
"You present merely the ordinary signs
of neurasthenia," said the specialist. "These symptoms are distressing, but
not at all serious or dangerous. You have been thinking a great deal too
much about yourself and your feelings. You watch with morbid interest the
perverted sensations that arise in various parts of your body. You grow
apprehensive about the palpitation of your heart, which is not at all
diseased, but which flutters a little from time to time because the great
nerve of the heart is tired, like the other great nerves and nerve-centers
of your body. You grow apprehensive over the analogous tremor which you
describe as 'inward trembling,' and which you often feel all through your
trunk and sometimes in your knees, hands, and face, particularly about the
eyes and mouth and in the fingers."
The capitalist had started at the
mention of the word neurasthenia, and had seemed much relieved when the
physician had declared that the symptoms were not dangerous. "I had been
under the impression that neurasthenia was practically an incurable
disease," he said. "However, you have described my sensations exactly."
"One hundred per centum of cases of
neurasthenia are curable," responded the specialist. "Neurasthenia is not,
as is usually supposed, an equally diffused general exhaustion of the
nervous system. In my opinion, it is rather an unequally distributed
multiple fatigue. Certain more vulnerable portions of the nervous system are
affected, while the remainder is normal. In the brain we have an overworked
area which, irritated, gives rise to an apprehension or imperative idea. By
concentration of energy in some other region of the brain, by using the
normal portions, we give this affected part an opportunity to rest and
recuperate. New occupations are
therefore substituted for the old habitual one. A change of interests gives
the tired centers rest."
"I have heard the 'rest cure' advocated
in cases like mine," suggested the capitalist.
"In the treatment of neurasthenia we
must take the whole man into consideration," said the physician. "We must
stimulate nutrition, feed well the tired and exhausted organism, and, above
all, provide some sort of rest and distraction for the mind. The mind needs
feeding as well as the body. The rest cure is a kind of passive, relaxing,
sedative treatment. The field is allowed to lie fallow, and often to grow up
with weeds, trusting to time to rest and enrich it. The 'exercise and
occupation cure,' on the other hand, is an active, stimulating, and tonic
prescription. You place yourself in the hands of a physician who must direct
the treatment. He will lay out a scheme with a judicious admixture of
exercise which will improve your general health, soothe your nervous system,
induce good appetite and sleep, and of occupation which will keep your mind
from morbid self-contemplation. One of the best means to this end is manual
occupation—drawing, designing, carpentry, metal-work, leather-work, weaving,
basket-making, bookbinding, clay-modeling, and the like—for in all these
things the hands are kept busy, requiring concentration of attention, while
new interests of an artistic and æsthetic nature are aroused. The outdoor
exercise, taken for a part of each day, if of the right sort, also distracts
by taking the attention and creating interest."
The capitalist had called upon the
specialist braced for a possible sentence of death, prepared at the least to
be informed that he was suffering from a progressive mental malady. Now,
while a tremendous weight was lifted from his mind with the information that
he might anticipate a complete return to health, the idea of devoting his
trained intelligence, accustomed to cope with great problems of trade and
finance, to such trivialities as basket-making or modeling in clay appeared
preposterous. Nevertheless, when the physician told him of a resort near at
hand, established for the treatment of cases just such as his, where he
might be under continuous medical supervision, without confinement indoors
or being deprived of any of the comforts or luxuries of life, he decided to
put himself in the other's hands unreservedly. The specialist informed him
that the length of time required for his cure would depend largely upon
himself. He might, for instance, even keep in touch with his office and have
matters of import referred to him while
he was recuperating his mental and physical strength, but such a course
would inevitably retard his recovery, and possibly prevent it. To get the
best results from the treatment he ought to leave every business interest
behind him, he was told.
The fee that the capitalist paid the
specialist made his advice so valuable that the other followed it
absolutely. The next evening saw the patient in the home of the "occupation
and exercise cure." He arrived just in time to sit down to dinner with a
score of other patients, not one of whom showed any outward sign of illness,
though all were taking the cure for some form of nervous trouble. There were
no cases of insanity among them, however, none being admitted to the
institution under any circumstances. The dinner was simple and abundant, and
the conversation at the tables of a lively and cheerful nature. As everybody
went to bed by ten o'clock—almost every one considerably before that hour,
in fact—the newcomer did likewise, he having secured a suite with a bath in
the main building. Somewhat to the surprise of the capitalist, who was
accustomed to be made much of wherever he happened to be, no more attention
was paid to him than to any other guest of the establishment, a condition of
affairs that happened to please him. He was told on retiring that breakfast
would be served in the dining-room from 7:30 to 8:30 in the morning, but
that, if he preferred to remain in his room, it would be brought to him
there at nine o'clock.
The capitalist had a bad night, and was
up to breakfast early. After he had concluded that repast the medical
superintendent showed him about the place, but did not encourage him to talk
about his symptoms. The grounds of the "occupation and exercise cure"
comprised a farm of forty acres located among the hills of northern
Westchester County in the Croton watershed, with large shade trees, lawns,
flower gardens, and an inexhaustible supply of pure spring water from a well
three hundred feet deep in solid rock. The main building, situated on a
knoll adjacent to a grove of evergreen trees, contained a great solarium,
which was the favorite sitting-room of the patients, and the dining-room was
also finished with two sides of glass, both apartments capable of being
thrown open in warm weather, and having the advantage of all the sun there
was in winter. In this building were also the medical offices, with a
clinical laboratory and hydro- and electro-therapeutic equipment, and
accommodations for from twelve to fifteen guests. Two bungalows under the
trees of the apple orchard close at
hand, one containing two separate suites with baths, and the other two
living-rooms with hall and bath-room, were ideal places for quiet and
repose. Situated at the entrance to the grounds was a club-house, with a big
sitting-room and an open fireplace; it also contained a solarium,
billiard-room, bowling alleys, a squash court, a greenhouse for winter
floriculture, and the arts and crafts shops, with seven living-rooms. Every
living-room in the main building, the club-house, and the bungalows was
connected with the medical office by telephone, so that in case of need
patients might immediately secure the services of a physician at any hour of
the day or night.
The arts and crafts shops being the
basic principle of the "occupation and exercise cure," the capitalist was
introduced to an efficient and businesslike young woman, the instructress,
who explained to him the nature of the avocations in which he might choose
to interest himself. Here he found his fellow-patients busily and apparently
congenially employed. In one of the shops a recent alumnus of one of the
leading universities, who had undergone a nervous breakdown after
graduation, was patiently hammering a sheet of brass with a view to
converting it into a lampshade; a matron of nearly sixty, who had previously
spent eight years in sanatoriums, practically bedridden, was setting type in
the printing office with greater activity than she had known before for two
decades; two girls, one sixteen and the other twelve, the latter inclined to
hysteria and the former once subject to acute nervous attacks, taking the
cure in charge of trained nurses, were chattering gayly over a loom in the
construction of a silk rug; a prominent business man from a Western city,
like the New York capitalist broken down from overwork, was earnestly
modeling in clay what he hoped might eventually become a jardiniere; one of
last season's debutantes among the fashionables, who had been leading a life
of too strenuous gayety that had told on her nerves, was constructing a
stamped leather portfolio with entire absorption; and half a dozen others,
mostly young women, were engaged at wood-carving, bookbinding,
block-printing, tapestry weaving, or basket-making, each one of them under
treatment for some nervous derangement.
The new patient decided to try his hand
at basket-making; and, although he figured out that it would take him about
four days to turn out a product that might sell for ten cents, he was soon
so much interested in mastering the manual details of the craft that he was
disinclined to put the work aside when the medical
superintendent suggested a horseback ride.
When, at the advice of the specialist, the capitalist had decided to try the
occupation and exercise cure, he did so with little faith that it would
restore him to health, though he felt that there was perhaps a slight chance
that it might help him. The remedy seemed to him too simple to overcome a
disease that was paralyzing his energies. To his great surprise, he began to
improve at once; and though for the first week he got little sleep, and his
dizziness, with the pain in the back of his neck and his apprehensions,
continued to recur for weeks, they did so at always increasing intervals.
He learned bookbinding, and sent to his
library for some favorite volumes, and put them into new dress; he made
elaborate waste-paper baskets, and beat brass into ornamental desk-trays,
which he proudly presented to his friends in the city as specimens of his
skill. Work with him, as with the others of the patients, was continually
varied by recreation. In the summer months there were lawn-tennis, golf,
croquet, canoeing, rowing, fishing, riding, and driving. In winter, such
outdoor sports as skating, tobogganing, coasting, skeeing, snowshoeing, and
lacrosse were varied by billiards, bowling, squash, the medicine ball, and
basket and tether ball. The capitalist was astonished to discover that he
could take an interest in games. The specialist, who called upon his patient
at intervals, told him that a point of great importance in the cure was that
exercise that is enjoyed is almost twice as effective in the good
accomplished as exercise which is a mere mechanical routine of movements
made as a matter of duty.
The net result was that, after four
months of the "occupation and exercise cure," the capitalist returned to New
York sound in mind and body, and feeling younger than he had before in
years. Complete cures were effected in the cases of the other patients also,
which is the less remarkable when the circumstance is taken into
consideration that only patients capable of entire recovery are recommended
to take the treatment.
Of course the institution that has been
described is only for the well-to-do, and physicians are endeavoring to
bring the "occupation and exercise cure" within the reach of the poor, and
to interest philanthropists in the establishment of "colony sanatoriums,"
such as already exist in different parts of Europe, for those suffering from
functional nervous disorders who are without means. Contrary to the general
opinion, neurasthenia, particularly among women, is not confined to the
moneyed and leisure class; but, owing to the fact that women have taken up
the work of men in offices and trades
as well as in many of the professions, working-women are continually
breaking down under nervous strain, and many, under present conditions, have
little chance for recovery, because they cannot afford the proper treatment.
As a speaker at the last annual meeting of the American Medical Association
declared, "Idiots and epileptics and lunatics are many; but all together
they are less numerous than the victims of nervousness—the people afflicted
with lesser grades of psychasthenic and neurasthenic inadequacy, who become
devoted epicures of their own emotions, and who claim a large share of the
attention of every general practitioner and of every specialist."
Scientists declare that this premature
collapse of nerve force is increasing to such an extent as to become a
positive menace to the general welfare. The struggle for existence among the
conditions of modern life, especially among those found in the large centers
of industrial and scientific activity, and the steady, persistent work, with
its attendant sorrows, deprivations, and over-anxiety for success, are among
the most prolific causes—causes which are the results of conditions from
which, for the large mass of people, according to a leading New York
alienist, there has been no possibility of escape.
"Especially here in America are people
forced into surroundings for which they have never been fitted," the
alienist asserts, "and especially here are premature demands made upon their
nervous systems before they are mature and properly qualified. The lack of
proper training deprives many of the workers, in all branches, of the best
protection against functional nervous diseases which any person can have,
namely, a well-trained nervous system. This struggle for existence by the
congenital neuropath or the educationally unfit forces many to the use, and
then to the abuse, of stimulants and excitants, and herein we have another
important exciting cause. This early and excessive use of coffee, tea,
alcohol, and tobacco is especially deleterious in its action upon the
nervous system of those very ones who are most prone to go to excess in
their use.
"Therefore, predisposition, aided by the
storm and stress of active competition and abetted by the use of stimulants,
must be looked upon as the main cause for the premature collapse of nerve
force which we call neurasthenia; so it will be found that the majority of
neurasthenics are between twenty-five and fifty years of age, and that their
occupations are those which are attended by worry, undue excitement,
uncertainty, excessive wear and tear,
and thus we find mentally active persons more easily affected than those
whose occupation is solely physical. Authors, actors, school-teachers,
governesses, telegraph and telephone operators, are among those most
frequently affected, and the increase of neurasthenia among women dates from
the modern era which has opened to them new channels of work and has
admitted them more generally into the so-called learned professions. But
whatever may be the occupation in which persons have broken down, it is
never the occupation alone which has been the cause.
"This cannot be too often repeated. The
emotional fitness or unfitness of an individual for his occupation is of the
utmost importance as a causative factor, and overwork alone, without any
emotional cause and without any errors in mode of life, will never act to
produce such a collapse. It is therefore not astonishing that this class of
functional nervous diseases is not confined to the wealthy, and that the
rich and the poor are indiscriminately affected. But certain causes are of
greater influence in the one class, while different ones obtain in the
other. Poverty in itself, with its limitations of proper rest and
recuperation, is a very positive cause. Years of neurological dispensary
work among the poor have convinced me that nervousness, neurasthenia,
hysteria, etc., are quite as prevalent among the indigent as among the
well-to-do."
Physicians agree that the prime
requisite in the treatment of these disorders is the removal of the patient
from his or her habitual surroundings, where recognition of the existence of
actual disease is generally wanting, where the constant admonitions of
well-meaning friends to "brace up" and to "exert your will power" force the
sick man or woman to bodily and mental over-exertion, and where the worries
about a livelihood are always dominant. Such a change alone, however, the
experts say, will help but few, for it is being recognized more and more
that these functional diseases of the nervous system can receive
satisfactory treatment only in institutions, where constant attention may be
had, with expert supervision and trained attendants.
The "occupation and exercise cure" is
applicable also to epilepsy, and is the therapeutic principle of the Craig
Colony for Epileptics at Sonyea, in Livingston County, supported by the
State, and that institution furnishes a general model for the "colony
sanatoriums" suggested for indigent patients suffering from functional
nervous disorders. The Craig Colony was the idea of Dr. Frederick Peterson,
Professor of Psychiatry at Columbia
University, and former President of the New York State Commission of Lunacy
and of the New York Neurological Society, which he based upon the epileptic
colony at Beilefeld, Germany, that was founded in 1867. The Craig Colony was
founded in 1894, and there are now being cared for within its confines more
than thirteen hundred patients, who have turned out this year agricultural
products, with bricks, soap, and brooms, to the value of $60,000. The colony
is named after the late Oscar Craig, of Rochester, who, with William P.
Letchworth, of Buffalo, purchased the two-thousand-acre tract of land on
which it is situated from the Shaker colony at Sonyea and presented it to
the State, Dr. Peterson devoting several months of each year for nine years
to getting the institution into working order. The first patients were
housed in the old Shaker buildings, which were well constructed and fairly
well arranged for the purpose, but as additional applications for admission
have been made new buildings have been erected. To-day there are eighty
buildings in the colony, but a thousand patients are waiting for admission,
eight hundred of whom are in New York City.
Epilepsy, the "falling sickness," is a
most difficult malady to treat even in an institution for that purpose, and
it is impossible to treat it anywhere else. An epileptic in a family is an
almost intolerable burden to its other members, as well as to himself. The
temperamental effect of the disease takes the form in the patient of making
frequent and unjust complaints, and epileptics invariably charge some one
with having injured them while they have been unconscious during an attack.
Then, too, living at home, they are often dangerous to younger members of a
family, and they are fault-finding, exacting, and irritable generally. The
seizures frequently come on without warning, and the patient drops where he
stands, often injuring himself severely. The last annual report of the Craig
Colony records more than four hundred injuries within the year to patients
during seizures which required a surgeon's attention, the injuries varying
from severe bruises to fractures of the skull.
The object of the Craig Colony is to
remove the burden of the epileptic in the family from the home without
subjecting the patient to the hardship of confinement with the insane. "Very
few epileptics suffer permanent insanity in any form except dementia," says
the medical superintendent of the Colony. "Acute mania and maniac depressive
insanity not infrequently appear as a 'post-convulsive' condition, that
generally subsides within a few hours,
or at most a few days. Rarely the state may persist a month. Melancholia is
extremely infrequent. Delusions of persecution, hallucinations of sight or
hearing, systematized in character, are almost never encountered in
epilepsy."
Only from six to fifteen per cent of
epileptics are curable, and hence the work of the Craig Colony is largely
palliative of the sufferings of the patients. Each individual case is
studied with the utmost care, however, and patients are given their choice
of available occupations. The Colony is not a custodial institution. There
are no bars on the windows, no walls or high fences about the farm. The
patients are housed in cottages, men and women in separate buildings some
distance apart, about thirty to each cottage. In charge of each of these
families are a man and his wife, who utilize the services of some of the
patients in the performance of household work, while the others have their
duties outside. Kindness to the unfortunates under their care is impressed
upon every employee of the Colony, and an iron-bound rule forbids them to
strike a patient even in case of assault.
Besides the agricultural work in the
Craig Colony, and that in the soap and broom factories and the brick-yard,
the patients are taught blacksmithing, carpentry, dressmaking, tailoring,
painting, plumbing, shoemaking, laundrying, and sloyd work. It is insisted
on that all patients physically capable shall find employment as a
therapeutic measure. The records show that on Sundays and holidays and on
rainy days, when there is a minimum of physical activity among the patients,
their seizures double and sometimes treble in number. Few of the patients
know how to perform any kind of labor when they enter the Colony, but many
of them learn rapidly. It has been repeatedly demonstrated that boys from
eighteen to twenty years of age can spend two years in the sloyd shop and
leave it fully qualified as cabinet-makers, and capable of earning a
journeyman's wages.
There are about two hundred children in
the colony of epileptics at Sonyea, more than half of whom are girls. As
children subject to epileptic seizures are not received in the public
schools of the State, the only opportunity for any education among these
afflicted little ones whose parents are unable to teach them themselves or
provide private tutors for them is in the schools of the Colony. Some of the
children are comparatively bright scholars, while the attempt to teach
others seems a hopeless task. For instance, it took one girl ninety days to
learn to lay three sticks in the form of a letter A.
Every effort is made to encourage
recreation among the patients in the Craig Colony, both children and adults.
The men have a club of 250 members, with billiards, chess, checkers, cards,
and magazines and newspapers. The boys have their baseball and football, and
play match games among themselves or with visiting teams. The women and
girls play croquet, tennis, and other outdoor games. There is a band
composed of patients that gives a concert once a week, and there are
theatricals and dancing, with occasional lectures by visiting celebrities.
As the Colony, with the medical staff, nurses, and other employees, has a
population of 2,000, there is always an audience for any visiting
attraction. The maintenance of the Colony is costing the State $225,000 the
present year.
Since the founding of the Craig Colony
similar institutions have been established in Massachusetts, Texas,
Michigan, Ohio, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Illinois, and Kansas, and other
States are preparing to follow their example. There are other private
sanatoriums throughout the country similar to the one in Westchester County,
where the nervous or neurasthenic patient who is well-to-do may obtain
relaxation and supervision, but there is no place at all to-day where the
man or woman suffering from curable nervous disorders who is without means
can go for treatment.
(McClure's Magazine)
Five illustrations: two wash drawings by
André Castaigne showing mono-rail trains in the future, five half-tone
reproductions of photographs of the car on its trial trip, and one
pen-and-ink diagram of the gyroscopes.
THE
BRENNAN MONO-RAIL CAR
BY
PERCEVAL GIBBON
It was
November 10, 1909—a day that will surely have its place in history beside
that other day, eighty-five years ago, when George Stephenson drove the
first railway locomotive between Stockton and Darlington. In the great
square of the Brennan torpedo factory at Gillingham, where the fighting-tops
of battleships in the adjacent dockyard poise above the stone coping of the
wall, there was a track laid down in a circle of a quarter of a mile.
Switches linked it up with other lengths of track, a straight stretch down
to a muddy cape of the Medway estuary,
and a string of curves and loops coiling among the stone and iron factory
sheds. The strange thing about it was that it was single—just one line of
rail on sleepers tamped into the unstable "made" ground of the place.
And there was Brennan, his face red with
the chill wind sweeping in from the Nore, his voice plaintive and Irish,
discoursing, at slow length, of revolutions per minute, of "precession," and
the like. The journalists from London, who had come down at his invitation,
fidgeted and shivered in the bitter morning air; the affair did not look in
the least like an epoch in the history of transportation and civilization,
till—
"Now, gentlemen," said Brennan, and led
the way across the circle of track.
And then, from its home behind the low,
powder-magazine-like sheds, there rode forth a strange car, the like of
which was never seen before. It was painted the businesslike slatyblue gray
of the War Department. It was merely a flat platform, ten feet wide by forty
feet long, with a steel cab mounted on its forward end, through the windows
of which one could see a young engineer in tweeds standing against a blur of
moving machine-parts.
It ran on the single rail; its four
wheels revolved in a line, one behind another; and it traveled with the
level, flexible equilibrium of a ship moving across a dock. It swung over
the sharp curves without faltering, crossed the switch, and floated—floated
is the only word for the serene and equable quality of its movement—round
and round the quarter-mile circle. A workman boarded it as it passed him,
and sat on the edge with his legs swinging, and its level was unaltered. It
was wonderful beyond words to see. It seemed to abolish the very principle
of gravitation; it contradicted calmly one's most familiar instincts.
Every one knows the sense one gains at
times while watching an ingenious machine at its work—a sense of being in
the presence of a living and conscious thing, with more than the industry,
the pertinacity, the dexterity, of a man. There was a moment, while watching
Brennan's car, when one had to summon an effort of reason to do away with
this sense of life; it answered each movement of the men on board and each
inequality in the makeshift track with an adjustment of balance irresistibly
suggestive of consciousness. It was an illustration of that troublous
theorem which advances that consciousness is no more than the co-relation of
the parts of the brain, and that a machine adapted to its work is as
conscious in its own sphere as a mind is in its sphere.
The car backed round the track, crossed
to the straight line, and halted to take us aboard. There were about forty
of us, yet it took up our unequally distributed weight without disturbance.
The young engineer threw over his lever, and we ran down the line. The
movement was as "sweet" and equable as the movement of a powerful automobile
running slowly on a smooth road; there was an utter absence of those jars
and small lateral shocks that are inseparable from a car running on a double
track. We passed beyond the sheds and slid along a narrow spit of land
thrusting out into the mud-flanked estuary. Men on lighters and a
working-party of bluejackets turned to stare at the incredible machine with
its load. Then back again, three times round the circle, and in and out
among the curves, always with that unchanging stateliness of gait. As we
spun round the circle, she leaned inward like a cyclist against the
centrifugal pull. She needs no banking of the track to keep her on the rail.
A line of rails to travel on, and ground that will carry her weight—she asks
no more. With these and a clear road ahead, she is to abolish distance and
revise the world's schedules of time.
"A hundred and twenty miles an hour," I
hear Brennan saying, in that sad voice of his; "or maybe two hundred. That's
a detail."
In the back of the cab were broad
unglazed windows, through which one could watch the tangle of machinery.
Dynamos are bolted to the floor, purring under their shields like
comfortable cats; abaft of them a twenty-horse-power Wolseley petrol-engine
supplies motive power for everything. And above the dynamos, cased in
studded leather, swinging a little in their ordered precession, are the two
gyroscopes, the soul of the machine. To them she owes her equilibrium.
Of all machines in the world, the
gyroscope is the simplest, for, in its essential form, it is no more than a
wheel revolving. But a wheel revolving is the vehicle of many physical
principles, and the sum of them is that which is known as gyroscopic action.
It is seen in the ordinary spinning top, which stands erect in its capacity
of a gyroscope revolving horizontally. The apparatus that holds Brennan's
car upright, and promises to revolutionize transportation, is a top adapted
to a new purpose. It is a gyroscope revolving in a perpendicular plane, a
steel wheel weighing three quarters of a ton and spinning at the rate of
three thousand revolutions to the minute.
Now, the effect of gyroscopic action is
to resist any impulse that tends to
move the revolving wheel out of the plane in which it revolves. This
resistance can be felt in a top; it can be felt much more strongly in the
beautiful little gyroscopes of brass and steel that are sold for the
scientific demonstration of the laws governing revolving bodies. Such a one,
only a few inches in size, will develop a surprising resistance. This
resistance increases with the weight of the wheel and the speed at which it
moves, till, with Brennan's gyroscopes of three quarters of a ton each,
whirling in a vacuum at three thousand revolutions per minute, it would need
a weight that would crush the car into the ground to throw them from their
upright plane.
Readers of MCCLURE'S MAGAZINE were made
familiar with the working of Brennan's gyroscope by Mr. Cleveland Moffett's
article in the issue of December, 1907. The occasion of that article was the
exhibition of Brennan's model mono-rail car before the Royal Society and in
the grounds of his residence at Gillingham. For a clear understanding of the
first full-sized car, it may be well to recapitulate a few of the
characteristics of the gyroscope.
When Brennan made his early models, he
found that, while the little cars would remain upright and run along a
straight rail, they left the track at the first curve. The gyroscope
governed their direction as well as their equilibrium. It was the first
check in the evolution of the perfect machine. It was over ten years before
he found the answer to the problem—ten years of making experimental machines
and scrapping them, of filing useless patents, of doubt and persistence. But
the answer was found—in the spinning top.
A spinning top set down so that it
stands at an angle to the floor will right itself; it will rise till it
stands upright on the point of equal friction. Brennan's resource,
therefore, was to treat his gyroscope as a top. He enclosed it in a case,
through which its axles projected, and at each side of the car he built
stout brackets reaching forth a few inches below each end of the axle.
The result is not difficult to deduce.
When the car came to a curve, the centrifugal action tended to throw it
outward; the side of the car that was on the inside of the curve swung up
and the bracket touched the axle of the gyroscope. Forthwith, in the manner
of its father, the top, the gyroscope tried to stand upright on the bracket;
all the weight of it and all its wonderful force were pressed on that side
of the car, holding it down against the tendency to rise and capsize. The
thing was done; the spinning top had come to the rescue of its posterity. It
only remained to fit a double
gyroscope, with the wheels revolving in opposite directions, and, save for
engineering details, the mono-rail car was evolved.
Through the window in the back of the
cab I was able to watch them at then; work—not the actual gyroscopes, but
their cases, quivering with the unimaginable velocity of the great wheels
within, turning and tilting accurately to each shifting weight as the men on
board moved here and there. Above them were the glass oilcups, with the
opal-green engine-oil flushing through them to feed the bearings.
Lubrication is a vital part of the machine. Let that fail, and the axles,
grinding and red-hot, would eat through the white metal of the bearings as a
knife goes through butter. It is a thing that has been foreseen by the
inventor: to the lubricating apparatus is affixed a danger signal that would
instantly warn the engineer.
"But," says Brennan, "if one broke down,
the other gyroscope would hold her up—till ye could run her to a siding,
anyway."
"But supposing the electric apparatus
failed?" suggests a reporter—with visions of headlines, perhaps. "Supposing
the motor driving the gyroscopes broke down; what then?"
"They'd run for a couple of days, with
the momentum they've got," answers the inventor. "And for two or three
hours, that 'ud keep her upright by itself."
On the short track at Gillingham there
are no gradients to show what the car can do in the way of climbing, but
here again the inventor is positive. She will run up a slope as steep as one
in six, he says. There is no reason to doubt him; the five-foot model that
he used to exhibit could climb much steeper inclines, run along a rope
stretched six feet above the ground, or remain at rest upon it while the
rope was swung to and fro. It would do all these things while carrying a
man; and, for my part, I am willing to take Brennan's word.
Louis Brennan himself was by no means
the least interesting feature of the demonstration. He has none of the look
of the visionary, this man who has gone to war with time and space; neither
had George Stephenson. He is short and thick-set, with a full face, a heavy
moustache hiding his mouth, and heavy eyebrows. He is troubled a little with
asthma, which makes him somewhat staccato and breathless in speech, and
perhaps also accentuates the peculiar plaintive quality of his Irish voice.
There is nothing in his appearance to indicate whether he is thirty-five or
fifty-five. As a matter of fact, he is two years over
the latter age, but a man ripe in life,
with that persistence and belief in his work which is to engineers what
passion is to a poet.
The technicalities of steel and iron
come easily off his tongue; they are his native speech, in which he
expresses himself most intimately. All his life he has been concerned with
machines. He is the inventor of the Brennan steerable torpedo, whose
adoption by the Admiralty made him rich and rendered possible the long years
of study and experiment that went to the making of the mono-rail car. He has
a touch of the rich man's complacency; it does not go ill with his kindly
good humor and his single-hearted pride in his life work.
It is characteristic, I think, of his
honesty of purpose and of the genius that is his driving force that hitherto
he has concerned himself with scientific invention somewhat to the exclusion
of the commercial aspects of his contrivance. He has had help in money and
men from the British Government, which likewise placed the torpedo factory
at his disposal; and the governments of India and—of all places—Kashmir have
granted him subsidies. Railroad men from all parts of the world have seen
his model; but he has not been ardent in the hunt for customers. Perhaps
that will not be necessary; the mono-rail car should be its own salesman;
but, in the meantime, it is not amiss that a great inventor should stand
aloof from commerce.
But, for all the cheerful
matter-of-factness of the man, he, too, has seen visions. There are times
when he talks of the future as he hopes it will be, as he means it to be,
when "transportation is civilization." Men are to travel then on a single
rail, in great cars like halls, two hundred feet long, thirty to forty feet
wide, whirling across continents at two hundred miles an hour—from New York
to San Francisco between dawn and dawn.
Travel will no longer be uncomfortable.
These cars, equipped like a hotel, will sweep along with the motion of an
ice-yacht. They will not jolt over uneven places, or strain to mount the
track at curves; in each one, the weariless gyroscopes will govern an
unchanging equilibrium. Trustful Kashmir will advance from its remoteness to
a place accessible from anywhere. Streetcar lines will no longer be a
perplexity to paving authorities and anathema to other traffic; a single
rail will be flush with the ground, out of the way of hoofs and tires.
Automobiles will run on two wheels like a bicycle. It is to be a mono-rail
world, soothed and assured by the drone of gyroscopes. By that time the
patient ingenuity of inventors and engineers will have found
the means to run the gyroscopes at a
greater speed than is now possible, thus rendering it feasible to use a
smaller wheel. It is a dream based on good, solid reasoning, backed by a
great inventor's careful calculations; H.G. Wells has given a picture of it
in the last of his stories of the future.
Practical railroad men have given to the
mono-rail car a sufficiently warm welcome. They have been impressed chiefly
by its suitability to the conditions of transportation in the great new
countries, as, for instance, on that line of railway that is creeping north
from the Zambesi to open up the copper deposits of northwestern Rhodesia,
and on through Central Africa to its terminus at Cairo. Just such land as
this helped to inspire Brennan. He was a boy when he first saw the endless
plains of Australia, and out of that experience grew his first speculations
about the future of railway travel. Such lands make positive and clear
demands, if ever they are to be exploited for their full value to humanity.
They need railways quickly laid and cheaply constructed; lines not too
exacting in point of curves and gradients; and, finally, fast travel. It is
not difficult to see how valuable the mono-rail would have been in such an
emergency as the last Sudan War, when the army dragged a line of railway
with it down toward Omdurman. Petrol-driven cars to replace the expensive
steam locomotives, easy rapid transit instead of the laborious crawl through
the stifling desert heat—a complete railway installation, swiftly and
cheaply called into being, instead of a costly and cumbersome makeshift.
The car went back to her garage, or
engine-shed, or stable, or whatever the railway man of the future shall
decide to call it. Struts were pulled into position to hold her up, the
motors were switched off, and the gyroscopes were left to run themselves
down in forty-eight hours or so. When the mono-rail comes into general use,
explained Brennan, there will be docks for the cars, with low brick walls
built to slide under the platforms and take their weight.
While his guests assembled in a
store-shed to drink champagne and eat sandwiches, he produced a big flat
book, sumptuously bound, and told us how his patents were being infringed on
in Germany. On that same day there was an exhibition of a mono-rail car on
the Brennan principle taking place at the Zoölogical Gardens in Berlin; the
book was its catalogue. It was full of imaginative pictures of trains fifty
years hence, and thereto was appended
sanguine letter-press. While there sounded in our ears the hum of the
gyroscopes from the car housed in the rear, I translated one paragraph for
him. It was to the effect that one Brennan, an Englishman, had conducted
experiments with gyroscopes ten years ago, but the matter had gone no
further.
"There, now," said Brennan.
(Everybody's Magazine)
A NEW
POLITICAL WEDGE
The Way St.
Louis Women Drove a Nine-Hour Day into the Law
BY INIS H.
WEED
It was the
evening before the state primaries—a sweltering first of August night in the
tenement district of St. Louis, where the factory people eat their suppers
and have their beds. Men in shirt-sleeves and women with babies sat on the
steps for a breath of air, and the streets were a noisy welter of children.
Two of the
most enthusiastic girls in the Women's Trade Union League stopped before the
group silhouetted in the gaslight at No. 32 and handed the men in the group
this card:
"So yez would
be afther havin' me scratch Misther Troy?" Mike Ryan ran his fingers through
his stubby crop with a puzzled air. "Oi'm always fur plazin' the loidies,
but Misther Troy, he's a frind o' mine. Shure, he shmokes a grand cigar, an'
he shakes yer hand that hearty."
So Mike belonged to the long, long
glad-hand line. Well, personal arguments were necessary in his case
then. That was the way the girls sized up Mike Ryan.
"But this ticket has something to do
with your oldest girl."
"With Briddie?"
"It sure does, Mr. Ryan. Didn't I hear
your wife tellin' what with the hard times an' all, you'd be puttin' Briddie
in the mill this winter as soon as ever she's turned fourteen? Wouldn't you
rather they worked her nine hours a day instead o' ten—such a soft little
kid with such a lot o' growin' to do? There's a lot of us goin' to fight for
a Nine-Hour Bill for the women and children this winter, an' do you think a
manufacturers' representative, like Troy, is goin' to help us? Look at his
record! See how he's fought the employees' interests in the legislature!
That's a part of his job! He won't vote for no Nine-Hour Bill!"
And the two girls went on to the next
tenement.
They were only two of the hundreds of
Trade Union girls who were "doing" the First Electoral District (about
one-third of St. Louis) on the eve of the primaries. They were thorough.
They had the whole district organized on the block system, and they went
over each block house by house.
A new move, is it not, this carefully
organized effort of factory women to secure justice through the ballot-box?
How have St. Louis women attained this
clear vision that their industrial future is bound up in politics? It is a
three years' story. Let us go back a little.
St. Louis is essentially a conservative
city. First, it was an old French town; then a Southern town; then a German
tradesman's town. With such strata superimposed one above the other, it
could hardly be other than conservative. In addition, St. Louis was crippled
in the war between the states. She lost her market. This made her slow.
In the 'eighties, this old
French-Southern-German city began to recover from the ruin of her Southern
trade. Little by little she took heart, for the great Southwest was being
settled. There was a new field in which to build up trade. To-day St. Louis
is the great wholesale and jobbing depot, the manufacturing
city for that vast stretch of territory known as the Southwest.
Since 1890, great fortunes have been
amassed—most of them, indeed, in the past ten years. There has been a rapid
growth of industry. The old Southern city has become a soft-coal factory
center. A pall of smoke hangs over the center of the city where
the factories roar and pound. In the midst
of this gloom the workfolk are creating rivers of beer, carloads of shoes
and woodenware, millions of garments and bags, and the thousand and one
things necessary to fill the orders of hundreds of traveling salesmen in the
Southwest territory—and in the South, too, for St. Louis is winning back
some of her old-time trade.
And the toil of their lifting hands and
flying fingers has wrought a golden age for the men who control the capital
and the tools. The men who manage have been shaking hands in their clubs for
the past decade and congratulating themselves and each other over their
drinks. "Yes, St. Louis is a grand old business town. Solid! No mushroom
real-estate booms, you know, but a big, steady growth. New plants starting
every month and the old ones growing. Then, when we get our deep waterway,
that's going to be another big shove toward prosperity.
"Nice town to live in, too! Look at our
handsome houses and clubs and public buildings. Never was anything like our
World's Fair in the history of men—never! Look at our parks, too. When we
get 'em linked together with speedways, where'll you find anything
prettier?" Thus the money-makers in this heavy German town.
But what about the employees—the clerks
and the factory workers? Have they been "in" on this "big shove toward
prosperity?" Have they found it a "nice" town to live in?
No, to each count. For the people at the
bottom of the ladder—for the people who tend machines, dig ditches, and
stand behind the notion counter—St. Louis is a smoky town, where people have
gray lungs instead of pink; a town where franchise grabbing and an
antiquated system of taxation have their consequence of more than New York
city rents. A town whose slums, says Lee Frankel, are the worst in the
country. A town where wages are low (in some occupations twenty-five per
cent lower than in New York City); where employment is irregular, the
speeding-up tremendous, the number of women entering industry steadily
increasing, and where the influx of immigrant labor is pulling down the wage
scale and the standard of living.
The average wage of the shoe-workers in
the East is $550 per year. In St. Louis it is $440 if work is steady—and
rents are higher than in New York City.
It must be remembered that this sum is
an average, and that thousands of shoe-workers earn, less than $440, for
full-time work. The same is true of
thousands engaged in other kinds of manufacture and in department stores.
Somehow the town looks different from
the two ends of the ladder.
The government of Missouri and St. Louis
has been about as little adapted to the needs of the industrial worker as it
well could be. Men have been concerned not so much with social justice as
with government protection for money-making schemes.
Business opportunity has depended much
on pliable state and municipal laws. How the interests fought to keep
them pliable; how St. Louis and Missouri became a world scandal in this
steady growth to riches, we all know.
We know, too, the period of political
reform. People thought the killing trouble in Missouri lay largely with the
governmental machinery; and the optimists' faith in a state primary law, in
the initiative and referendum as panacea, was white and shining. They did
not see that the underlying problem is industrial.
After the reform wave had spent itself,
the crooked people who had kept out of jail crept from their holes and went
back to their old job of beating the game. The only essential difference is
that their methods to-day are less raw and crude. They play a more
gentlemanly game; but the people are still robbed of their rights.
Thus it came to pass that when the
cheerful optimist went to the cupboard to get his poor dog a bone, why, lo!
the cupboard was bare.
Meantime the dog has taken up the
struggle for social justice on his own account, not singly but in groups and
packs. As yet, although a deal of snuffing, running to and fro, barking,
yelping, and fighting has been done, little has been accomplished; for one
reason, because labor has lacked great organizers in St. Louis.
It has remained for the working women of
St. Louis to make the industrial idea effective and to reach out with united
single purpose to bend the political bow for their protection.
The Women's Trade Union League, whose
real general is Cynthelia Isgrig Knefler, the most dynamic woman in St.
Louis, received its first impetus only three years ago in the idealism of a
brilliant young Irish girl, Hannah Hennessy, who died at Thanksgiving, 1910,
a victim of exhausting work in a garment shop and of her own tireless
efforts to organize the working girls of her city.
Hannah Hennessy was sent by the Garment
Workers' Union to the National Labor Convention of 1907 at Norfolk,
Virginia.
There she glimpsed for the first time
the inevitable great world march of women following industry as machinery
takes it out of the home and into the shop—saw these women, blind,
unorganized, helpless to cope with the conditions offered by organized
capital. The vision fired this Irish girl to a pitch of enthusiasm peculiar
to the Celtic temperament. Back she came to St. Louis with the spirit of the
Crusaders, her vision "the eight-hour day, the living wage to guard the
home."
For the first time she saw the broken
physical future of women who label three thousand five hundred bottles of
beer an hour, and accept their cuts and gashes from the bursting bottles as
inevitable; of women who put eyelets on a hundred cases of shoes a day,
twenty-four pairs to the case; of women who must weave one thousand yards of
hemp cloth a day to hold their job in a mill where the possible speed of
woman and machine is so nicely calculated that the speediest person in the
factory can weave only twelve hundred and sixty yards a day; where the lint
from this hemp fills the air and is so injurious to eyes and throat that the
company furnishes medical attendance free.
To undertake the huge task of organizing
these thousands of St. Louis women would require not only vision but time
and energy. Hannah's return meant being engulfed in the vast roar made by
rows of throbbing, whirring machines, into one of which she sewed her
vitality at dizzy speed ten hours a day. Vision she had, but training, time,
energy—no!
It was at this point that she met
Cynthelia Isgrig Knefler, a leisure-class young woman, who had been gripped
by a sense of the unevenness of the human struggle. Cynthelia Knefler was
groping her way through the maze of settlement activities to an appreciation
of their relative futility in the face of long hours, low wages, and
unsanitary shops.
Then the idealism of these two young
women, born on the one hand of hard experience, on the other of a gentle
existence, fused, and burned with a white light whose power is beginning to
touch the lives of the women who toil and spin for the great Southwest.
Both women possessed fire and eloquence.
Hannah's special contribution was first-hand experience; Mrs. Knefler's the
knowledge of economic conditions necessary to an understanding of our
complicated labor problems. Wise, sane, conservative, Mrs. Knefler not only
helped Hannah to organize branch after branch of the Women's Trade Union
League in the different industries, but set out at once to train strong,
intelligent leaders. She stimulated
them to a critical study of labor laws with the evolution of industry for
background.
Night after night for two years Mrs.
Knefler and Hannah were out organizing groups of girls. Mrs. Knefler's
friends finally stopped remonstrating with her. Hannah, utterly
self-forgetful despite ten hours a day in the mills, hurled herself into the
new work. Evening after evening her mother protested anxiously, but Hannah,
heedless of her own interest, would eat her supper and hurry across the city
to help groups of new girls—American, Russian, Roumanian—a confused mass, to
find themselves and pull together.
One June morning in 1910 the papers
announced that the Manufacturers' Association and the Business Men's League
had decided on E.J. Troy as their candidate to the State Legislature for the
First District. His candidacy was also backed by the Republican machine. The
papers went on to say that E.J. Troy was one of "our ablest and most popular
fellow townsmen," that he had grown up in his district, had a host of
friends, and might be expected to carry the primaries by a big majority.
That evening at the weekly dinner of the
officers of the Women's Trade Union League at the Settlement, Mrs. Knefler
hurried in: "Girls, have you seen the morning papers? Do you know that we've
got E.J. Troy to contend with again?"
At the same moment in dashed Hannah
Hennessy by another door, calling out, "Girls, they're goin' to put Troy on
the carpet again!"
To both speeches came half a dozen
excited replies that that's just what they were talking about!
Over the potatoes and meat and
bread-pudding the situation was discussed in detail.
"Yes, 'twas him, all right, that thought
up most of those tricky moves when we was tryin' to get our Nine-Hour Bill
before," reflected a wiry, quick-motioned girl during a second's pause.
"Don't it just make you boil," began
another, "when you think how he riled 'em up at every four corners in
Missouri! He had every old country storekeeper standin' on end about that
Nine-Hour Bill. He had 'em puttin' on their specs and callin' to mother to
come and listen to this information the manufacturers had sent him:—how the
labor unions was tryin' to get a Nine-Hour Bill for women passed; how it
would keep their youngest girl, Bessie, from helping in the store when the
farmers drove in of a Saturday night;
and how it was a blow at American freedom."
"E.J. Troy's got to be squenched at the
primaries," said a third, quietly and decisively.
"But how?" asked a more timid officer.
Bing! Mrs. Knefler got into action.
There never was a woman for whom a difficult situation offered a more
bracing tonic quality. The business meeting that followed fairly bristled
with plans.
The girls' first move was to go before
the Central Labor Body and ask them to indorse their objections to E.J.
Troy. Definite action beyond indorsement the girls did not ask or expect.
This much they got.
One day a little later, when Mrs.
Knefler's campaign was beginning to take form, a representative of E.J. Troy
called Mrs. Knefler on the telephone. The voice was bland, smooth, and very
friendly. Wouldn't she—that is—ah—er—wouldn't her organization confer with
Mr. E.J. Troy? He felt sure they would come to a pleasant and mutually
helpful understanding.
Mrs. Knefler explained to the mouthpiece
(take it either way) that it would be quite useless; that the stand of the
League was taken on Mr. Troy's previous record and on the "interests" he
represented; that while they had nothing against him in his private
capacity, as a public servant they must oppose him. All this in Mrs.
Knefler's suavest fashion. She feels intensely, but she never loses her
self-possession. That's why she is such a formidable antagonist.
It was the last week in June—they had
just a month before the primaries in which to rouse public opinion. The
newspapers must help, of course.
Mrs. Knefler went to the editors. They
were polite, they admitted the justice of her stand, but they were evasive.
Mrs. Knefler opened her paper the next morning after she had made the
rounds, to find not a single word about the danger to the working woman's
interests.
What could the papers do? Weren't they
in the hands of the "big cinch," as a certain combination of business men in
St. Louis is known? Naturally they refused to print a line. You never step
on your own toe, do you, or hit yourself in the face—if you can help it?
One must admit that things looked bad
for the League. How were girls who raced at machines all day, who had
neither money nor the voice of the
press, to rouse this sluggish, corrupt city to the menace of sending to the
legislature men like E.J. Troy, pledged body and soul to the manufacturers?
How could they waken the public to woman's bitter necessity for shorter
hours? The case looked hopeless, but Mrs. Knefler merely set her teeth, and
got busy—decidedly busy.
She planned a campaign that no other St.
Louis woman in her class would have had the courage to tackle. Mrs. Knefler
is a member of the club that is the St. Louis clubwomen's "holy of holies."
They have a club-house that just drips art, and they steep themselves in
self-culture. As a group their consciousness of the city's industrial
problems is still nebulous. The high light in which Mrs. Knefler's work must
inevitably stand out is intensified by this background of self-culture
women, with a few—only a few—rash daughters shivering around preparatory to
taking their first cold plunge in the suffrage pool.
In such an atmosphere Cynthelia Knefler
planned and carried out the biggest, the most modern and strategic campaign
for the working woman ever waged outside a suffrage state. It was done
simply because her heart was filled with the need of the thousands of
helpless, unorganized girls for protection from the greed of organized
capital.
There are moments when love gives vision
and raises us head and shoulders above our group. So it was with Cynthelia
Knefler, brought up in this conservative city, educated in a
prunes-and-prisms girls' school, steeped in the Southern idea that no "lady"
would ever let her picture or her opinions get into the newspapers, and that
making public speeches was quite unthinkable!
The press was silent, but at least Mrs.
Knefler could speak to the labor unions. She and two other women appealed to
every labor union in St. Louis with a speech against E.J. Troy. They fought
him—not as a man, but as a representative of the "big interests." Mrs.
Knefler made seventy-six speeches in that one month before the primaries.
That meant hurrying from hall to hall on hot summer nights and making two
speeches, and sometimes three and four, while her friends were wearing white
muslin and sitting on the gallery, to get the cool of the evening.
Mrs. Knefler's mind was working like a
trip-hammer that month; seeking ways and means for rousing the busy,
unthinking, conglomerate mass of people to the real issue. Money in the
League was scarce. There are no rich members. But out of
their wages and out of raffles and
entertainments the League had a small reserve. Part of this they used to
print sixty thousand cards. So that when you went in to get a shave your
glance was caught, as the barber turned your head, by this red ticket"
"Scratch E.J. Troy." When you stopped in for a loaf of bread, a red ticket
behind the glass of the case advised you to "Scratch E.J. Troy." When you
went in for a drink, there leaped into sight dozens of little red tickets:
"Scratch E.J. Troy."
There are always some men, though, who
are moved only by the big, noisy things of life. Only Schneider's band
sounds like music to them; only "Twenty Buckets of Blood, or Dead Man's
Gulch" appeals to them as literature; and the only speaker is the man who
rips out Old Glory and defies forked lightning. In a political campaign the
little red ticket is lost on that kind of man. Mrs. Knefler understood this.
So one hot July day huge posters in high, wood-block letters screamed from
billboards and the walls of saloons and barber shops and labor halls: "Union
men and friends, Scratch E.J. Troy."
All this printing and bill-posting was
expensive for working girls. They came back at the Central Labor body again.
"Your sympathy is great, but your funds are better," they said.
"You've tackled too big a job," the
Labor leaders told the girls, with a benevolent air. "He's the candy around
this town—E.J. Troy is. It would take a mint of money to beat E.J. Troy."
However, the Central body instructed the
legislative committee of five to give the girls every help, and they did
good service. But the Central Body didn't instruct the Committee to go down
very far into the treasury.
July was wearing on. The League hurled
itself upon the press once more. Surely after so much speech-making and
bill-posting the editors would accord them some recognition merely as news.
Silence—absolute silence in the next day's papers, and the next.
How did they accomplish the next move?
That is one of the secrets. Their money was gone, the silence of the press
had crushed them with an overwhelming sense of helplessness, but
nevertheless they turned the trick. They reached the upper and middle class
readers of the South Side District, Troy's district, which the papers were
determined to keep as much in ignorance as possible. All one night, silent,
swift-moving men whipped the paste across the billboards of that section and
slapped on huge posters, so that when Papa Smith and young Mr. Jones and
Banker Green came out of their comfortable
houses next morning on their way to business, they neglected their papers to
find out why they should "scratch E.J. Troy."
The day of the primaries was almost
come. Now to reach the dull fellows who hadn't seen the cards and the huge
posters, who use their eyes only to avoid obstacles. One night, as the
factory whistles blew the signal of dismissal, the men in the lines of
operators who filed out of shop and mills found themselves mechanically
taking and examining this ticket handed them by League girls, who had gone
off their job a bit early and had their wages docked in order to work for
the larger good.
The Committee of the Central Body was
now openly active in their behalf. Men as well as women were passing out the
tickets.
Then came the eve of the election. Busy
pairs of girls who had already done ten hours' work were going over E.J.
Troy's district, with its sections of rich and poor and well-to-do.
Throbbing feet that had carried the body's weight ten hot, fatiguing hours
hurried up and down the blocks, climbed flight after flight of stairs, and
stood at door after door.
"Say, kid, ain't it the limit that a
woman can't vote on her own business?" said one girl too another after they
had finished the one hundred and forty-fifth family and tried to explain
their stake in the election to a bigoted "head of the house."
On the morning of the primaries Mrs.
Schurz, as she took the coffee off the stove, remonstrated with her oldest
daughter, Minna. "Vat, Minna, you ain't goin' to stay out of de mill today
and lose your pay?
"Yes, I be, Mutter," retorted
Minna, with a tightening of the lips and a light in her eyre. "I'm goin' to
the polls to hand out cards to the voters. I'm goin'. I don't care if I lose
my job even."
"Oh, Minna, dat is bad, and me wid four
kinder to eat de food. Where is de fleisch and de brot
widout your wages?" Mrs. Schurz's heavy face wore the anxious despondence so
common to the mothers of the poor.
The girl hesitated, then tightened her
lips once more. "I've got to take the risk, Mutter. It'll come out
right—it's got to. Do you want the rest of the children workin' ten hours a
day too? Look at me! I ain't got no looks any more. I'm too dead tired to go
out of a Saturday night. I can't give nobody a good time any more. I guess
there won't be no weddin' bells for mine—ever.
But the kids"—pointing to the inside bedroom, where the younger girls were
still asleep—"the kids is a-goin' to keep their looks."
So at six o'clock Minna joined the
relays of working girls who—many of them, like Minna, at personal risk and
sacrifice—handed out cards all day to each man who entered. Thus the men
were reminded at the last moment of the working woman's stake in the
election. "Scratch E.J. Troy" was before their eyes as they crossed their
tickets.
Every moment of the day there were alert
girls to make this final quiet appeal for justice. They were serious,
dignified. There was no jeering, no mirth on the part of the men at the
novelty of this campaign—nothing to make any woman self-conscious.
The girls were quiet enough outwardly,
but the inner drama was keyed high. Had all their speech-making, placarding,
bill-posting and the canvassing of factories, blocks, and primaries—had all
their little savings, their risk and personal sacrifice accomplished
anything? That was what the girls asked themselves. The thermometer of their
hope rose and fell with the rumors of the day. The fathers of the Central
Labor Body patted them on the head benevolently and tried to ease their
fall, if they were to fall, by saying that anyway it would be something to
make Troy run third on his ticket.
Seven o'clock, and the girls were
leaving the primaries in twos and threes, tired but excitedly discussing the
situation. Between hope and despondency the comment varied on the streets,
at the supper-tables, and in the eager, waiting groups of girls on tenement
steps and stairs.
At last came the authentic returns. E.J.
Troy ran 3,338 votes behind his ticket. With a silent press and
practically no money, the working women had defeated one of the most popular
men in St. Louis.
A man pledged to the interests of labor
legislation won his place. That made the outlook better for the Women's
Nine-Hour Bill, and thousands of working girls tumbled into bed, tired, but
with new hope.
Every newspaper in St. Louis failed to
comment on the victory. The slaves who sit at the editorial desk said they
couldn't—they weren't "let." So the most hopeful feature in St. Louis
politics has never been commented on by the American press.
As for Hannah Hennessy—she had been too
ill to share in the active work of the campaign, but her influence was
everywhere—a vital force, a continual inspiration.
Week by week her cheeks grew thinner,
her cough more rasping. But after the campaign against Troy was over, she
turned with the same intensity of interest to the National Convention of the
American Federation of Labor which was to meet there in November. For a year
she had been making plans, eager to make this convention a landmark in the
history of women's labor. But in November she was in bed by the little grate
fire in the family sitting-room. And when convention week came with its
meetings a scant three blocks from her home, she could be there in spirit
only; she waited restlessly for the girls to slip in after the daily
sessions and live them over again for her.
On Thanksgiving Day, between the
exhausting strain of high-tension work and the zeal of the young reformer,
her beautiful life and brilliant fire were burned out. The committee for the
prevention of tuberculosis added her case to their statistics, and the
League girls bore her into the lighted church.
In the winter of 1910-11 the leaders of
all the labor and social forces of St. Louis, all the organizations for
various forms of uplift, united under an able secretary and began their
custom of lunching together once a week to discuss the pending social
legislation. They played a good game. First, there was the educational
effect of their previous legislative campaign to build on. Then there was
all the economy and impetus gained from consolidation. They knew the rules
of the game better, too. Their plans were more carefully laid and executed.
With a more wary and sophisticated eye
on the Manufacturers' Association and a finger in the buttonhole of every
legislator, the socially awake of St. Louis have secured more humane
child labor legislation, and the Nine-Hour Day for women and children with
no exception in favor of shop-keepers.
Knowing the sickening fate of industrial
legislation in certain other states when tried before judges whose social
vision is fifty years behind the times, the winners of this new bill began
to wait tensely enough for its testing. So far, however, the Women's
Nine-Hour law has not been contested. It has also been exceptionally well
enforced, considering that there are only four factory inspectors for all
the myriad shops and mills of this manufacturing city of the Southwest, and
only seven factory inspectors for the whole state of Missouri.
Meanwhile St. Louis's new political
wedge, the Women's Trade Union League, continues to be a perfectly good
political wedge. When there is legislation wanted, all kinds of
organizations invariably call upon this league of the working women, whose
purpose is a wider social justice.
St. Louis is another American city where
the working women are discovering that they can do things if they only think
so.
(The Delineator)
Illustrated by two pen-and-ink sketches
made by a staff artist.
THE JOB LADY
Gives the Young Wage-Earner a
Fair Working Chance
BY MARY E. TITZEL
The Jones School, the oldest
public school building in Chicago, is at Harrison Street and Plymouth Court.
When it was new, it was surrounded by "brown-stone fronts," and boys and
girls who to-day are among the city's most influential citizens learned
their A-B-C's within its walls. Now, the office-buildings and
printing-houses and cheap hotels and burlesque shows that mark the noisy,
grimy district south of the "loop" crowd in upon it; and only an occasional
shabby brown-stone front survives in the neighborhood as a tenement house.
But in the Jones School, the process of making influential citizens is still
going on. For there the "Job Lady" has her office, her sanctum.
Job Lady is a generic term that
includes Miss Anne Davis, director of the Bureau of Vocational Supervision,
and her four assistants. The Bureau—which is the newest department of
Chicago's school system—is really an employment agency, but one that is
different from any other employment agency in the United States. It is
concerned solely with a much-neglected class of wage-earners—children from
fourteen to sixteen years of age; and its chief purpose is, not to find
positions for its "patrons," but to keep them in school.
It was founded as a result of
the discovery that there were not nearly enough jobs in Chicago to go around
among the twelve or fifteen thousand children under sixteen years of age who
left school each year to go to work;
also that, though a statute of the State required a child either to work or
to go to school, there were about twenty-three thousand youngsters in the
city who were doing neither. The law had made no provision for keeping track
of the children once they had left school. No one knew what had become of
them. So Miss Davis, acting as special investigator for the School of Civics
and Philanthropy and the Chicago Women's Club, set to work to find out.
She discovered—and she can show you
statistics to prove it—that "bummin'" around, looking aimlessly for work,
brought many a boy and girl, unable to withstand the temptations of the
street, into the Juvenile Court. And she found, as other statistics bear
witness, that the fate of the children who found jobs was scarcely better
than that of their idle brothers and sisters. Undirected, they took the
first positions that offered, with the result that most of them were engaged
in "blind-alley" occupations, unskilled industries that offered little, if
any, chance for advancement and that gave no training for the future. The
pay was poor; it averaged two dollars a week. Working conditions were
frequently unhealthful. Moral influences of shop and factory and office were
often bad. For the most part, the industries that employed children were
seasonal; and many boys and girls were forced into long periods of
inactivity between positions. This state of affairs, combined with a natural
tendency to vary the monotony of life by shifting, on the slightest pretext,
from one job to another, was making of many children that bane of modern
industry, the "casual" laborer.
The Bureau—started informally in the
course of initial investigations and kept alive through the grace of the
Women's Club, until the Board of Education was ready to adopt it—has been
able to do much in amelioration of the lot of the
fourteen-to-sixteen-year-old worker. But no statistics it can produce are as
telling as the sight of the Bureau in operation. Sit with your eyes and ears
open, in a corner of the office in the Jones School and you will make the
acquaintance of one of the humanest employment agencies in the world; also
you will learn more about such grave subjects as the needs of our
educational system and the underlying causes of poverty than you can learn
out of fat treatises in a year.
"Why do you want to leave school?" That
is the first question the Job Lady asks of each new applicant who comes to
the Bureau for work. Perhaps the child has heard that question
before; for in those schools from which the
greatest numbers of children go out at the age of fourteen, Miss Davis and
her assistants hold office hours and interview each boy or girl who shows
signs of restlessness. They give informal talks to the pupils of the sixth
and seventh grades about the opportunities open to boys and girls under
sixteen; they discuss the special training offered by the schools and show
the advisability of remaining in school as long as possible; they try to
find an opportunity of talking over the future with each member of the
graduating class.
But even when the way has been paved for
it, the question, "Why do you want to leave school?" brings to light the
most trivial of reasons. In very few cases is it economic necessity that
drives a child to work.
"I ain't int'rusted," explained one boy
to Miss Davis. "I jest sits."
The Job Lady is often able to convince
even the sitters that school is, after all, the best place for boys and
girls under sixteen. She persuaded between twenty-five and thirty per cent.
of the children that applied at the Bureau last year to return to school.
Sometimes all she had to do was to give the child a plain statement of the
facts in the case—of the poor work and poor pay and lack of opportunity in
the industries open to the fourteen-year-old worker. Often she found it
necessary only to explain what the school had to offer. One boy was sent to
Miss Davis by a teacher who had advised him to go to work, although he had
just completed the seventh grade, because he had "too much energy" for
school! He was a bright boy—one capable of making something of himself, if
the two important, formative years that must pass before he was sixteen were
not wasted; so he was transferred from his school to one where vocational
work was part of the curriculum—where he could find an outlet for his
superfluous energy in working with his hands. Now he is doing high-school
work creditably; and he has stopped talking about leaving school.
But it isn't always the whim of the
child that prompts him to cut short his education. Sometimes he is driven
into the industrial world by the ignorance or greed of his parents. Miss
Davis tells of one little girl who was sacrificed to the great god Labor
because the four dollars she brought home weekly helped to pay the
instalments on a piano, and of a boy who was taken from eighth grade just
before graduation because his father had bought some property and needed a
little extra money. Frequently boys and
girls are put to work because of the impression that schools have nothing of
practical value to offer.
Still, even the most miserly and most
stubborn and most ignorant of parents can sometimes be made to see the
wisdom of keeping a child in school until he is sixteen. They are won to the
Job Lady's point of view by a statement of the increased opportunity open to
the child who is sixteen. Or they are brought to see that the schools are
for all children, and that work, on the contrary, is very bad for
some children.
But often all the Job Lady's efforts
fail. The child is incurably sick of school, the parent remains obdurate.
Or, perhaps, there is a very real need of what little the son or daughter
can earn. Often some one can be found who will donate books, or a
scholarship ranging from car-fare to a few dollars a week. Over four hundred
dollars is being given out in scholarships each month, and every scholarship
shows good returns. But often no scholarship is forthcoming; and there is
nothing for the Job Lady to do but find a position for the small applicant.
Then begins the often difficult process
of fitting the child to some available job. The process starts, really, with
fitting the job to the child, and that is as it should be. The Job Lady
always tries to place the boys and girls that come to her office where there
will be some chance for them to learn something. But jobs with a "future"
are few for the fourteen-year-old worker. The trades will not receive
apprentices under the age of sixteen; business houses and the higher-grade
factories won't bother with youngsters, because they are too unreliable; as
one man put it, with unconscious irony, too "childish." So the Job Lady must
be content to send the boys out as office and errand boys or to find
employment for the girls in binderies and novelty shops. But she
investigates every position before a child is sent to fill it; and if it is
found to be not up to standard in wages or working conditions, it is crossed
off the Bureau's list.
The Job Lady has established a minimum
wage of four dollars a week. No children go out from the Bureau to work for
less than that sum, excepting those who are placed in the part-time schools
of some printing establishments, or in dressmaking shops, where they will be
learning a useful trade. This informal minimum-wage law results in a raising
of the standard of payment in a shop.
In such manner, the Bureau makes over
many a job to fit the worker. But the fitting process works both ways. The
Job Lady knows that it is discouraging,
often demoralizing, for a child to be turned away, just because he is not
the "right person" for a place. So she tries to make sure that he is
the right person. That she succeeds very often, the employers who have
learned to rely on the Bureau will testify.
"If you haven't a boy for me now," one
man said to Miss Davis, "I'll wait until you get one. It will save time in
the end, for you always send just the boy I want."
The secret of finding the right boy
lies, first of all, in discovering what he wants to do; and, next, in
judging whether or not he can do it. Very often, he has not the least idea
of what he wants to do. He has learned many things in school, but little or
nothing of the industrial world in which he must live. To many boys and
girls, especially to those from the poorest families, an "office job" is the
acme of desire. It means to them, pitifully enough, a respectability they
have never been quite able to encompass. As a result, perhaps, of our
slow-changing educational ideals, they scorn the trades.
Into the trades, however, Miss Davis
finds it possible to steer many a boy who is obviously unfitted for the
career of lawyer, bank clerk, or, vaguely, "business man." And she is able
to place others in the coveted office jobs, with their time-honored
requirement: "only the neat, honest, intelligent boy need apply."
Often, given the honesty and
intelligence, she must manufacture a child to fit the description. Sometimes
all that is necessary is a hint about soap and water and a clean collar.
Sometimes the big cupboard in her office must yield up a half-worn suit or a
pair of shoes that some luckier boy has outgrown. Occasionally, hers is the
delicate task of suggesting to a prematurely sophisticated little girl that
some employers have an unreasonable prejudice against rouge and earrings; or
that even the poorest people can wash their underwear. Manners frequently
come in for attention.
When the boys or girls are placed, the
Bureau, unlike most employment agencies, does not wash its hands of them.
Its work has only begun. Each child is asked to report concerning his
progress from time to time; and if he does not show up, a vocational
supervisor keeps track of him by visits to home or office, or by letters,
written quarterly. The Job Lady is able to observe by this method, whether
or not the work is suitable for the child, or whether it offers him the best
available chance; and she is often able to check the habit of "shifting" in
its incipient stages. She is
continually arbitrating and making adjustments, always ready to listen to
childish woes and to allay them when she can.
Not long ago, I went to a conference on
Vocational Guidance. There I heard, from the mouths of various men, what
hope the work being done by the Bureau held for the future. One showed how
it had infused new blood into the veins of an anemic educational system, how
it was making the schools a more efficient preparation for life—the life of
factory and shop and office—than they ever had been before.
Another man pointed out that the Bureau,
through the schools, would strike at one of the deep roots of
poverty—incompetency. More people are poor for lack of proper equipment to
earn a living and proper direction in choosing a vocation, he said, than for
any other one reason.
A third man saw in the Vocational Bureau
a means of keeping a control over employing interests. "You treat our
children well, and you pay them well," the schools of the future, he
declared, would be able to say to the employer, as the Bureau was already
saying, "or we won't permit our children to work for you." A fourth had a
vision of what the Bureau and the new education it heralded could do toward
educating the men and women of the future to a knowledge of their rights as
workers.
And then there came a man with a plea.
"All of these things," he said, "the Bureau can accomplish—must accomplish.
But let us not forget, in our pursuance of great ends, that it is the
essential humanness of the Bureau that has made it what it is."
Here was the final, immeasurable measure
of its success. It counts, of course, that the Job Lady helps along big
causes, drives at the roots of big ills; but, somehow it counts more that an
anxious-faced youngster I saw at the Bureau should have brought his woes to
her. His employer had given him a problem to solve—and he couldn't do it. He
was afraid he'd lose his job. He had never been to the Bureau before, but "a
boy you got a job for said you'd help me out," he explained—and he was sent
off happy, the problem solved.
It counts too, that Tillie, who had once
found work through the Bureau, but was now keeping house for her father,
should turn to the Bureau for aid. Her father had been sick and couldn't
afford to buy her anything new to wear. "My dress is so clumsy," she wrote,
"that the boys laugh at me when I go out in the street." She was confident
that the Job Lady would help her—and
her confidence was not misplaced. It counts that the Jameses and Henrys and
Johns and Marys and Sadies come, brimming over with joy, to tell the Job
Lady of a "raise" or of a bit of approbation from an employer. All the
funny, grateful, pathetic letters that pour in count unspeakably!
To hundreds of boys and girls and
parents the Job Lady has proved a friend. There has been no nonsense about
the matter. She has not sentimentalized over her work; she has not made it
smack of charity. Indeed, there is no charity about it. The boys and girls
and parents who come to the Job Lady are, for the most part, just average
boys and girls and parents, as little paupers as millionaires. They are the
people who are generally lost sight of in a democracy, where one must
usually be well-to-do enough to, buy assistance, or poor enough to accept it
as alms, if he is to have any aid at all in solving the problems of life.
It is a great thing for the schools,
through the Bureau, to give to these average men and women and children
practical aid in adjusting their lives to the conditions under which they
live and work, and to do it with a sympathy and an understanding—a humanness
that warms the soul.
(Kansas City Star)
Two illustrations with the captions:
1. "Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher," an
Illustration in the "Adventures of Tom Sawyer" (Harpers), which met the
Author's Approval.
2. Mrs. Laura Frazer, the Original
"Becky Thatcher," Pouring Tea at Mark Twain's Boyhood Home in Hannibal, Mo.,
on the Anniversary of the Author's Birth.
MARK TWAIN'S FIRST SWEETHEART, BECKY THATCHER, TELLS OF THEIR CHILDHOOD
COURTSHIP
To Mrs. Laura Frazer of Hannibal, Mo., Mark Twain's immortal "Adventures of
Tom Sawyer" is a rosary, and the book's plot is the cord of fiction on which
beads of truth are strung. In the sunset of her life she tells them over,
and if here and there among the roseate chaplet is a bead gray in coloring,
time has softened the hues of all so they blend exquisitely. This bead
recalls a happy afternoon on the broad Mississippi with the boys
and girls of seventy years ago; the next
brings up a picture of a schoolroom where a score of little heads bob over
their books and slates, and a third visualizes a wonderful picnic excursion
to the woods with a feast of fried chicken and pie and cake.
For Mrs. Frazer is the original of Becky
Thatcher, the childhood sweetheart of Tom Sawyer, and the original of Tom
Sawyer, of course, was Mark Twain himself.
"Yes, I was the Becky Thatcher of Mr.
Clemens's book," Mrs. Frazer said the other day, as she sat in the big
second floor front parlor of the old time mansion in Hannibal, which is now
the Home for the Friendless. Mrs. Frazer is the matron of the home.
"Of course I suspected it when I first
read the 'Adventures of Tom Sawyer,'" she went on. "There were so many
incidents which I recalled as happening to Sam Clemens and myself that I
felt he had drawn a picture of his memory of me in the character of Judge
Thatcher's little daughter. But I never confided my belief to anyone. I felt
that it would be a presumption to take the honor to myself.
"There were other women who had no such
scruples—some of them right here in Hannibal—and they attempted to gain a
little reflected notoriety by asserting that they were the prototypes of the
character. When Albert Bigelow Paine, Mr. Clemens's biographer, gathered the
material for his life of the author, he found no fewer than twenty-five
women, in Missouri and elsewhere, each of whom declared she was Becky
Thatcher, but he settled the controversy for all time on Mr. Clemens's
authority when the biography was published. In it you will find that Becky
Thatcher was Laura Hawkins, which was my maiden name.
"We were boy and girl sweethearts, Sam
Clemens and I," Mrs. Frazer said with a gentle little laugh.
She is elderly, of course, since it was
seventy years ago that her friendship with Mark Twain began, and her hair is
gray. But her heart is young, and she finds in her work of mothering the
twenty-five boys and girls in her charge the secret of defying age. On this
particular afternoon she wore black and white striped silk, the effect of
which was a soft gray to match her hair, and her placid face was lighted
with smiles of reminiscence.
"Children are wholly unartificial, you
know," she explained. "They do not learn to conceal their feelings until
they begin to grow up. The courtship of childhood, therefore, is a matter of
preference and of comradeship. I liked Sam better than the other
boys, and he liked me better than the other
girls, and that was all there was to it."
If you had seen this lady of Old
Missouri as she told of her childhood romance you would have recalled
instinctively Mark Twain's description:
And you would have found it easy to
conceive that this refined, gentle countenance once was apple cheeked and
rosy, that the serene gray eyes once sparkled as blue as the Father of
Waters on a sunny day and that the frosted hair was as golden as the
sunshine.
"I must have been 6 or 7 years old when
we moved to Hannibal," Mrs. Frazer said. "My father had owned a big mill and
a store and a plantation worked by many negro slaves further inland, but he
found the task of managing all too heavy for him, and so he bought a home in
Hannibal and was preparing to move to it when he died. My mother left the
mill and the plantation in the hands of my grown brothers—I was one of ten
children, by the way—and came to Hannibal. Our house stood at the corner of
Hill and Main streets, and just a few doors west, on Hill Street, lived the
Clemens family.
"I think I must have liked Sam Clemens
the very first time I saw him. He was different from the other boys. I
didn't know then, of course, what it was that made him different, but
afterward, when my knowledge of the world and its people grew, I realized
that it was his natural refinement. He played hookey from school, he cared
nothing at all for his books and he was guilty of all sorts of mischievous
pranks, just as Tom Sawyer is in the book, but I never heard a coarse word
from him in all our childhood acquaintance.
"Hannibal was a little town which hugged
the steamboat landing in those days. If you will go down through the old
part of the city now you will find it much as it was when I was a child, for
the quaint old weatherbeaten buildings still stand, proving how thoroughly
the pioneers did their work. We went to school, we had picnics, we explored
the big cave—they call it the Mark Twain Cave now, you know."
"Were
you lost in the cave, as Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher were?" Mrs. Frazer
was asked.
"No; that is a part of the fiction of
the book," she answered. "As a matter of fact, some older persons always
went with us. Usually my older sister and Sam Clemens's older sister, who
were great friends, were along to see that we didn't get lost among the
winding passages where our candles lighted up the great stalagmites and
stalactites, and where water was dripping from the stone roof overhead, just
as Mr. Clemens has described it."
And then she proceeded to divorce the
memory of Mark Twain from "the little red schoolhouse" forever.
"In those days we had only private
schools," Mrs. Frazer said. "If there were public schools I never heard of
them. The first school I went to was taught by Mr. Cross, who had canvassed
the town and obtained perhaps twenty-five private pupils at a stated price
for the tuition of each. I do not know how much Mr. Cross charged, but when
I was older I remember that a young woman teacher opened a school after
getting twenty-five pupils at $25 each for the year's tuition. I shall never
forget that Mr. Cross did not belie his name, however, or that Sam Clemens
wrote a bit of doggerel about him."
She quoted it this way:
Cross by name and Cross by nature,
Cross hopped out of an Irish potato.
"The schoolhouse was a 2-story frame
building with a gallery across the entire front," she resumed. "After a year
together in that school Sam and I went to the school taught by Mrs. Horr. It
was then he used to write notes to me and bring apples to school and put
them on my desk. And once, as a punishment for some prank, he had to sit
with the girls and occupied a vacant seat by me. He didn't seem to mind the
penalty at all," Mrs. Frazer added with another laugh, "so I don't know
whether it was effective as a punishment or not.
"We hadn't reached the dancing age then,
but we went to many 'play parties' together and romped through 'Going to
Jerusalem,' 'King William was King George's Son' and 'Green Grow the
Rushes—O.'
"Judge Clemens, Sam's father, died and
left the family in straitened circumstances, and Sam's schooling ended
there. He began work in the printing office to help out, and when he was 17
or 18 he left Hannibal to go to work in St. Louis. He never
returned to live, but he visited here often
in the years that followed."
Mrs. Frazer's own story formed the next
chapter of her narrative. A young physician, Doctor Frazer of Madisonville,
which was a little inland village in Ralls County, adjoining, came often to
Hannibal and courted pretty Laura Hawkins. When she was 20 they were married
and went to live in the new house Doctor Frazer had built for his bride at
Madisonville. There they reared two sons until they required better school
facilities, when they went to Rensselaer, also in Ralls County, but nearer
Hannibal. They lived in Rensselaer until Doctor Frazer's death, when the
mother and younger son moved to the General Canby farm. This son's marriage
led to Mrs. Frazer's return to Hannibal twenty-two years ago. She was
offered the position of matron at the Home for the Friendless, and for
twenty-two years she has managed it. The boys and girls who have gone out
from it in nearly every case have become useful men and women as a result of
her guidance at the critical period of their life, for the girls remain in
the home until they are 14 and the boys until they are 12. The old mansion
which houses the score or more of children always there is to be abandoned
in the spring for a new and modern building, a gift from a wealthy citizen
to the private charity which has conducted the institution so long without
aid from city, county or state.
It was given to Mrs. Frazer and Mark
Twain to renew their youthful friendship after a lapse of half a century. In
1908 Mrs. Frazer made a trip East, accepting an invitation to visit Albert
Bigelow Paine at Redding, Conn. Mr. Paine had visited Hannibal two years
before in a search for material for his biography of Mark Twain and had made
Mrs. Frazer's acquaintance then. He mentioned the approaching visit to the
great humorist and Mark Twain promptly sat down and wrote Mrs. Frazer that
she must be a guest also at Stormfield, his Redding estate. So it came about
that the one-time little Laura Hawkins found herself lifting the knocker at
the beautiful country home of Mark Twain in the Connecticut hills.
"The door was opened by Clara Clemens,
Mr. Clemens's daughter," Mrs. Frazer said, "and she threw her arms about me
and cried:
'I know you, for I've seen your picture,
and father has told me about you. You are Becky Thatcher, and I'm happy to
see you.'
"And
that," Mrs. Frazer said, "was the first time I really knew I was the
original of the character, although I had suspected it for thirty years.
Clara Clemens, you know, even then was a famous contralto, and Ossip
Gabrilowitsch, whose wife she is now, was 'waiting' on her at the time.
"It was a wonderful visit," she went on.
"Mr. Clemens took me over Stormfield. It must have been a tract of three
hundred acres. We went through the fields, which were not fields at all,
since they were not cultivated, and across a rustic bridge over a little
rushing brook which boiled and bubbled among the rocks in the bed of a great
ravine, and we sat down under a rustic arbor and talked of the old days in
Hannibal when he was a little boy and I a little girl, before he went out
into the world to win fame and before I lived my own happy married life. Mr.
Clemens had that rare faculty of loyalty to his friends which made the lapse
of fifty years merely an interim. It was as if the half century had rolled
away and we were there looking on the boy and girl we had been.
"Mr. Clemens had won worldwide fame; he
had been a welcome guest in the palaces of Old World rulers and lionized in
the great cities of his own country. He had been made a Doctor of Literature
by the University of Oxford, the highest honor of the greatest university in
the world, and yet there at Stormfield to me he seemed to be Sam Clemens of
old Hannibal, rather than the foremost man in the American world of letters.
"That, I believe, is my most treasured
memory of Sam Clemens," Mrs. Frazer ended. "I love to think of him as the
curly-headed, rollicking, clean minded little boy I played with as a child,
but I like better still to think of him as he was in his last days, when all
that fame and fortune had showered on him did not, even momentarily, make
him waver in his loyalty to the friends of his youth."
In Hannibal stands the quaint little
2-story house flush with the sidewalk which Samuel Langhorne Clemens's
father built in 1844, after he had moved to the old river town from Florida,
Mo., where the great story teller was born. Restored, it houses many
reminders of the author and is maintained as a memorial to Mark Twain.
There, November 30, the eighty-second anniversary of the birth of Clemens,
the people of Hannibal and persons from many cities widely scattered over
America will go to pay tribute to his memory.
And there they will see Becky Thatcher
in the flesh, silkengowned, gray-haired
and grown old, but Becky Thatcher just the same, seated in a chair which
once was Mark Twain's and pouring tea at a table on which the author once
wrote. And if the aroma of the cup she hands out to each visitor doesn't
waft before his mind a vision of a curly-headed boy and a little girl with
golden long-tails at play on the wharf of old Hannibal while the ancient
packets ply up and down the rolling blue Mississippi, there is nothing
whatever in the white magic of association.
(Milwaukee Journal)
FOUR
MEN OF HUMBLE BIRTH HOLD WORLD DESTINY IN THEIR HANDS
BY
WILLIAM G. SHEPHERD
WASHINGTON—Out of a dingy law office in Virginia, out of a cobbler's shop in
Wales, out of a village doctor's office in France and from a farm on the
island of Sicily came the four men who, in the grand old palace at
Versailles, will soon put the quietus on the divine right of kings.
In 1856,
three days after Christmas, a boy named Thomas was born in the plain home of
a Presbyterian parson in Staunton, Va. When this boy was 4 years old, there
was born in Palermo, on the island of Sicily, 4,000 miles away, a black-eyed
Sicilian boy. Into the town of Palermo, on that July day, came Garibaldi, in
triumph, and the farmer-folk parents of the boy, in honor of the occasion,
named their son Victor, after the new Italian king, whom Garibaldi had
helped to seat.
Three
years later still, when Thomas was playing the games of 7-year-old boys down
in Virginia, and when Victor, at 3, spent most of his time romping on the
little farm in Sicily, there was born in the heart of the foggy, grimy town
of Manchester, in England, a boy named David. His home was the ugliest of
the homes of all the three. It was of red brick, two stories high, with
small windows, facing a busy stone sidewalk. Its rooms were small and little
adorned, and not much hope of greatness could ever have sprung from that
dingy place.
There
was one other boy to make up the quartet. His name was George. He was a
young medical student in Paris twenty-two years old when David was born in
England. He thought all governments ought to be republics, and, by the time
he was 25, he came over to the United
States to study the American republic, and, if possible, to make a living
over here as a doctor. He had been born in a little village in France, in a
doctor's household.
While George was in New York, almost
starving for lack of patients, and later, while he taught French in a girls'
school in Stamford, Conn., little Thomas, down in Virginia, at the age of 10
years, had buckled down to his studies, with the hope of being a lawyer;
Victor, at 6, was studying in a school in far-away Palermo, and David, at 3,
fatherless by this time, was getting ready for life in the home of his
uncle, a village shoemaker, in a little town of Wales. The only city-born
boy of the four, he was taken by fate, when his father died, to the
simplicity of village life and saved, perhaps, from the sidewalks.
The years whirled on. George married an
American girl and went back to France, to write and teach and doctor. Thomas
went to a university to study law. David, seven years younger, spent his
evenings and spare time in his uncle's shoe shop or in the village
blacksmith shop, listening to his elders talk over the affairs of the world.
Victor, with law as his vision, crossed
the famous old straits of Messina from his island home and went to Naples to
study in the law school there.
In the '80s things began to happen. Down
in Virginia, Thomas was admitted to the bar. In old Wales, David, who, by
this time, had learned to speak English, was admitted to practice law in
1884, and, in 1885, the black-eyed, hot-blooded Sicilian Victor received the
documents that entitled him to practice at the Italian bar.
George, in France, by this time had
dropped medicine. Bolshevism had arisen there in the form of the Commune,
and he had fought it so desperately that he had been sentenced to death. He
hated kings, and he also hated the autocracy of the mob. He fled from Paris.
Soon they will sit at a peace table
together, the first peace table in all human history from which divine-right
kings are barred. The future and the welfare of the world lie in their four
pairs of hands. Their full names are: Georges Clemenceau, premier of France;
David Lloyd George, prime minister of England; Victor Emanuel Orlando,
premier of Italy, and Thomas Woodrow Wilson, president of the United States.
(Saturday Evening Post)
Three half-tone reproductions of
wash-drawings by a staff artist.
THE CONFESSIONS OF A COLLEGE PROFESSOR'S WIFE
A college professor—as may be proved by any number of novels and plays—is a
quaint, pedantic person, with spectacles and a beard, but without any
passions—except for books. He takes delight in large fat words, but is
utterly indifferent to such things as clothes and women—except the dowdy one
he married when too young to know better.... It is always so interesting to
see ourselves as authors see us.
Even more entertaining to us, however, is the shockingly inconsistent
attitude toward academic life maintained by practical people who know all
about real life—meaning the making and spending of money.
One evening soon after I became a college professor's wife I enjoyed the
inestimable privilege of sitting next to one of America's safest and sanest
business men at a dinner party given in his honor by one of the trustees of
the university.
When he began to inform me, with that interesting air of originality which
often accompanies the platitudes of our best citizens, that college
professors were "mere visionary idealists—all academic theories; no
practical knowledge of the world"—and so on, as usual—I made bold to
interrupt:
"Why, in the name of common sense, then, do you send your own sons to them
to be prepared for it! Is such a policy safe? Is it sane? Is it practical?"
And I am afraid I laughed in the great man's face.
He only blinked and said "Humph!" in a thoroughly businesslike manner; but
throughout the rest of the evening he viewed me askance, as though I had
become a dangerous theorist too—by marriage. So I turned my back on him and
wondered why such a large and brilliant dinner was given for such a dull and
uninteresting Philistine!
This shows, by the way, how young and ignorant I was. The mystery was
explained next day, when it was intimated to me that I had made what is
sometimes called, even in refined college circles, a break. Young
professors' wives were not expected to trifle with visitors of such eminent
solvency; but I had frequently heard the materialistic tendencies of the age
condemned in public, and had not been
warned in private that we were all supposed to do our best to work this
materialist for a million, with which to keep up the fight against
materialism.
In the cloistered seclusion of our
universities, dedicated to high ideals, more deference is shown to the
masters of high finance than to the masters of other arts—let me add not
because Mammon is worshiped, but because he is needed for building
cloisters.
The search for truth would be far more
congenial than the search for wealth; but, so long as our old-fashioned
institutions remain, like old-fashioned females, dependent for their very
existence on the bounty of personal favor, devious methods must be employed
for coaxing and wheedling money out of those who control it—and therefore
the truth.
I was a slender bride and had a fresh,
becoming trousseau. He was a heavy-jowled banker and had many millions. I
was supposed to ply what feminine arts I could command for the highly moral
purpose of obtaining his dollars, to be used in destroying his ideals.
Well, that was the first and last time I
was ever so employed. Despite the conscientious flattery of the others he
gruntingly refused to give a penny. And—who knows—perhaps I was in part
responsible for the loss of a million! A dreadful preface to my career as a
college professor's wife.
However, before pursuing my personal
confessions, I must not overlook the most common and comic characteristic of
the college professor we all know and love in fiction. I refer to his
picturesque absent-mindedness. I had almost forgotten that; possibly I have
become absent-minded by marriage too! Is not the dear old fellow always
absent-minded on the stage? Invariably and most deliriously! Just how he
manages to remain on the Faculty when absent-minded is never explained on
the program; and it often perplexes us who are behind the scenes.
I tell my husband that, in our case, I,
as the dowdy and devoted wife, am supposed to interrupt his dreams—they
always have dreams—remove his untidy dressing gown—they always wear dressing
gowns—and dispatch him to the classroom with a kiss and a coat; but how
about that great and growing proportion of his colleagues who, for reasons
to be stated, are wifeless and presumably helpless?
Being only a woman, I cannot explain how
bachelors retain their positions; but I shall venture to assert that no
business in the world—not even the army and navy—is conducted on a
more ruthless and inexorable schedule than
the business of teaching.
My two brothers drift into their office
at any time between nine and ten in the morning and yet control a fairly
successful commercial enterprise; whereas, if my husband arrived at his
eight-o'clock classroom only one minute late there would be no class there
to teach. For it is an unwritten law among our engaging young friends the
undergraduates that when the "prof" is not on hand before the bell stops
ringing they can "cut"—thus avoiding what they were sent to college for and
achieving one of the pleasantest triumphs of a university course.
My confessions! Dear me! What have I, a
college professor's wife, to confess? At least three things:
The first time I saw the man who became
my husband was at the Casino in Newport. And what was a poor professor doing
at Newport? He was not a professor—he was a prince; a proud prince of the
most royal realm of sport. Carl, as some of you might recall if that were
his real name, had been the intercollegiate tennis champion a few years
before, and now, with the kings of the court, had come to try his luck in
the annual national tournament. He lasted until the finals this time and
then was put out. That was as high as he ever got in the game.
Alas for the romance of love at first
sight! He paid not the slightest attention to me, though he sat beside me
for ten minutes; for, despite his defeat, he was as enthusiastically
absorbed in the runner-up and the dashing defender of the title as—well, as
the splendid sportsman I have since found him to be in disappointments far
more grim.
As for me, I fear I hardly noticed him
either, except to remark that he was very good-looking; for this was my
first visit to Newport—the last too—and the pageantry of wealth and fashion
was bewilderingly interesting to me. I was quite young then. I am older now.
But such unintellectual exhibitions might, I
fancy, still interest me—a shocking
confession for a college professor's wife!
I did not see Carl again for two years,
and then it was in another kind of pageant, amid pomp and circumstance of
such a different sort; and, instead of white flannel trousers, he now wore a
black silk gown. It had large flowing sleeves and a hood of loud colors
hanging down behind; and he was blandly marching along in the academic
procession at the inaugural ceremonies of the new president of the
university.
I wonder why it is that when the
stronger sex wishes to appear particularly dignified and impressive, as on
the bench or in the pulpit, it likes to don female attire! No matter whether
suffragists or antis—they all do it. Now some of these paraders seemed as
embarrassed by their skirts as the weaker sex would be without them; but the
way Carl wore his new honors and his new doctor's hood attracted my
attention and held it. He seemed quite aware of the ridiculous aspect of an
awkward squad of pedagogues paraded like chorus girls before an audience
invited to watch the display; but, also, he actually enjoyed the comedy of
it—and that is a distinction when you are an actor in the comedy! His
quietly derisive strut altogether fascinated me. "Hurrah! Aren't we fine!"
he seemed to say.
As the long, self-conscious procession
passed where I sat, smiling and unnoticed, he suddenly looked up. His veiled
twinkle happened to meet my gaze. It passed over me, instantly returned and
rested on ray eyes for almost a second. Such a wonderful second for little
me!... Not a gleam of recollection. He had quite forgotten that our names
had once been pronounced to each other; but in that flashing instant he
recognized, as I did, that we two knew each other better than anyone else in
the whole assemblage.
The nicest smile in the world said as
plainly as words, and all for me alone: "Hurrah! You see it too!" Then, with
that deliciously derisive strut, he passed on, while something within me
said: "There he is!—at last! He is the one for you!" And I glowed and was
glad.
Carl informed me afterward that he had a
similar sensation, and that all through the long platitudinous exercises my
face was a great solace to him.
"Whenever they became particularly
tiresome," he said, "I looked at you—and bore up."
I was not unaware that he was observing
me; nor was I surprised when, at the
end of the exhausting ordeal, he broke through the crowd—with oh, such dear
impetuosity!—and asked my uncle to present him, while I, trembling at his
approach, looked in the other direction, for I felt the crimson in my
cheeks—I who had been out three seasons! Then I turned and raised my eyes to
his, and he, too, colored deeply as he took my hand.
We saw no comedy in what followed.
There was plenty of comedy, only we were
too romantic to see it. At the time it seemed entirely tragic to me that my
people, though of the sort classified as cultured and refined, deploring the
materialistic tendency of the age, violently objected to my caring for this
wonderful being, who brilliantly embodied all they admired in baccalaureate
sermons and extolled in Sunday-school.
It was not despite but because of that
very thing that they opposed the match! If only he had not so ably curbed
his materialistic tendencies they would have been delighted with this
well-bred young man, for his was an even older family than ours, meaning one
having money long enough to breed contempt for making it. Instead of a
fortune, however, merely a tradition of noblesse oblige had come down
to him, like an unwieldy heirloom. He had waved aside a promising opening in
his cousin's bond-house on leaving college and invested five important
years, as well as his small patrimony, in hard work at the leading
universities abroad in order to secure a thorough working capital for the
worst-paid profession in the world.
"If there were only some future in the
teaching business!" as one of my elder brothers said; "but I've looked into
the proposition. Why, even a full professor seldom gets more than four
thousand—in most cases less. And it will be years before your young man is a
full professor."
"I can wait," I said.
"But a girl like you could never stand
that kind of life. You aren't fitted for it. You weren't brought up to be a
poor man's wife."
"Plenty of tune to learn while waiting,"
I returned gayly enough, but heartsick at the thought of the long wait.
Carl, however, quite agreed with my
brothers and wanted impetuously to start afresh in pursuit of the career in
Wall Street he had forsworn, willing and eager—the darling!—to throw away
ambition, change his inherited tastes, abandon his cultivated talents, and
forget the five years he had "squandered in riotous learning," as he put it!
However, I was not willing—for his sake.
He would regret it later. They always do. Besides, like Carl, I had certain
unuttered ideals about serving the world in those days. We still have. Only
now we better understand the world. Make no mistake about this. Men are just
as noble as they used to be. Plenty of them are willing to sacrifice
themselves—but not us. That is why so few of the sort most needed go in for
teaching and preaching in these so-called materialistic days.
What was the actual, material result of
my lover's having taken seriously the advice ladled out to him by college
presidents and other evil companions of his innocent youth, who had besought
him not to seek material gain?
At the time we found each other he was
twenty-seven years of age and had just begun his career—an instructor in the
economics department, with a thousand-dollar salary. That is not why he was
called an economist; but can you blame my brothers for doing their best to
break the engagement?... I do not—now. It was not their fault if Carl
actually practiced what they merely preached. Should Carl be blamed? No; for
he seriously intended never to marry at all—until he met me. Should I be
blamed? Possibly; but I did my best to break the engagement too—and
incidentally both our hearts—by going abroad and staying abroad until
Carl—bless him!—came over after me.
I am not blaming anybody. I am merely
telling why so few men in university work, or, for that matter, in most of
the professions nowadays, can support wives until after the natural mating
time is past. By that time their true mates have usually wed other men—men
who can support them—not the men they really love, but the men they tell
themselves they love! For, if marriage is woman's only true career, it is
hardly true to one's family or oneself not to follow it before it is too
late—especially when denied training for any other—even though she may be
equally lacking in practical training for the only career open to her.
This sounds like a confession of
personal failure due to the typical unpreparedness for marriage of the
modern American girl. I do not think anyone could call our marriage a
personal failure, though socially it may be. During the long period of our
engagement I became almost as well prepared for my lifework as Carl was for
his. Instead of just waiting in sweet, sighing idleness I took courses in
domestic science, studied dietetics, mastered double-entry and learned to
sew. I also began reading up on
economics. The latter amused the family, for they thought the higher
education of women quite unwomanly and had refused to let me go to college.
It amused Carl too, until I convinced
him that I was really interested in the subject, not just in him; then he
began sending me boxes of books instead of boxes of candy, which made the
family laugh and call me strong-minded. I did not care what they called me.
I was too busy making up for the time and money wasted on my disadvantageous
advantages, which may have made me more attractive to men, but had not
fitted me to be the wife of any man, rich or poor.
All that my accomplishments and those of
my sisters actually accomplished, as I see it now, was to kill my dear
father; for, though he made a large income as a lawyer, he had an even
larger family and died a poor man, like so many prominent members of the
bar.
I shall not dwell on the ordeal of a
long engagement. It is often made to sound romantic in fiction, but in
realistic life such an unnatural relationship is a refined atrocity—often an
injurious one—except to pseudo-human beings so unreal and unromantic that
they should never be married or engaged at all. I nearly died; and as for
Carl—well, unrequited affection may be good for some men, but requited
affection in such circumstances cannot be good for any man—if you grant that
marriage is!
A high-strung, ambitious fellow like
Carl needed no incentive to make him work hard or to keep him out of
mischief, any more than he needed a prize to make him do his best at tennis
or keep him from cheating in the score. What an ignoble view of these
matters most good people accept! In point of fact he had been able to do
more work and to play better tennis before receiving this long handicap—in
short, would have been in a position to marry sooner if he had not been
engaged to marry! This may sound strange, but that is merely because the
truth is so seldom told about anything that concerns the most important
relationship in life.
Nevertheless, despite what he was
pleased to call his inspiration, he won his assistant professorship at an
earlier age than the average, and we were married on fifteen hundred a year.
Oh, what a happy year! I am bound to say
the family were very nice about it. Everyone was nice about it. And when we
came back from our wedding journey the other professors' wives overwhelmed
me with kindness and with calls—and with teas
and dinners and receptions in our honor.
Carl had been a very popular bachelor and his friends were pleased to treat
me quite as if I were worthy of him. This was generous, but disquieting. I
was afraid they would soon see through me and pity poor Carl.
I had supposed, like most outsiders,
that the women of a university town would be dreadfully intellectual and
modern—and I was rather in awe of them at first, being aware of my own
magnificent limitations; but, for the most part, these charming new friends
of mine, especially the wealthier members of the set I was thrown with,
seemed guilelessly ignorant in respect of the interesting period of
civilization in which they happened to live—almost as ignorant as I was and
as most "nice people" are everywhere.
Books sufficiently old, art sufficiently
classic, views sufficiently venerable to be respectable—these interested
them, as did foreign travel and modern languages; but ideas that were modern
could not be nice because they were new, though they might be nice in
time—after they became stale. College culture, I soon discovered, does not
care about what is happening to the world, but what used to happen to it.
"You see, my dear," Carl explained, with
that quiet, casual manner so puzzling to pious devotees of "cultureine"—and
even to me at first, though I adored and soon adopted it! "—universities
don't lead thought—they follow it. In Europe institutions of learning may
be—indeed, they frequently are—hotbeds of radicalism; in America our
colleges are merely featherbeds for conservatism to die in respectably."
Then he added: "But what could you expect? You see, we are still
intellectually nouveaux over here, and therefore self-consciously
correct and imitative, like the nouveaux riches. So long as you have
a broad a you need never worry about a narrow mind."
As for the men, I had pictured the
privilege of sitting at their feet and learning many interesting things
about the universe. Perhaps they were too tired to have their feet
encumbered by ignorant young women; for when I ventured to ask questions
about their subject their answer was—not always—but in so many cases a
solemn owllike "yes-and-no" that I soon learned my place. They did not
expect or want a woman to know anything and preferred light banter and
persiflage. I like that, too, when it is well done; but I was accustomed to
men who did it better.
I preferred the society of their wives.
I do not expect any member of the
complacent sex to believe this statement—unless I add that the men did not
fancy my society, which would not be strictly true; but, even if not so
intellectual as I had feared, the women of our town were far more charming
than I had hoped, and when you cannot have both cleverness and kindness the
latter makes a more agreeable atmosphere for a permanent home. I still
consider them the loveliest women in the world.
In short my only regret about being
married was that we had wasted so much of the glory of youth apart. Youth is
the time for love, but not for marriage! Some of our friends among the
instructors marry on a thousand a year, even in these days of the high cost
of living; and I should have been so willing to live as certain of them
do—renting lodgings from a respectable artisan's wife and doing my own
cooking on her stove after she had done hers.
Carl gave me no encouragement, however!
Perhaps it was just as well; for when first engaged I did not know how to
cook, though I was a good dancer and could play Liszt's Polonaise in E flat
with but few mistakes.
As it turned out we began our wedded
life quite luxuriously. We had a whole house to ourselves—and sometimes even
a maid! In those days there were no flats in our town and certain small but
shrewd local capitalists had built rows of tiny frame dwellings which they
leased to assistant professors, assistant plumbers, and other respectable
people of the same financial status, at rates which enabled them—the owners,
not the tenants—to support charity and religion.
They were all alike—I refer to the
houses now, not to all landlords necessarily—with a steep stoop in front and
a drying yard for Monday mornings in the rear, the kind you see on the
factory edges of great cities—except that ours were cleaner and were
occupied by nicer people.
One of our next-door neighbors was a
rising young butcher with his bride and the house on the other side of us
was occupied by a postman, his progeny, and the piercing notes of his
whistle—presumably a cast-off one—on which all of his numerous children,
irrespective of sex or age, were ambitiously learning their father's
calling, as was made clear through the thin dividing wall, which supplied
visual privacy but did not prevent our knowing when they took their baths or
in what terms they objected to doing so. It became a matter of interesting
speculation to us what Willie would say the next Saturday night; and if we
had quarreled they, in turn, could
have—and would have—told what it was all about.
"Not every economist," Carl remarked
whimsically, "can learn at first hand how the proletariat lives."
I, too, was learning at first hand much
about my own profession. My original research in domestic science was sound
in theory, but I soon discovered that my dietetic program was too expensive
in practice. Instead of good cuts of beef I had to select second or third
quality from the rising young butcher, who, by the way, has since risen to
the dignity of a touring car. Instead of poultry we had pork, for this was
before pork also rose.
My courses in bookkeeping, however,
proved quite practical; and I may say that I was a good purchasing agent and
general manager from the beginning of our partnership, instead of becoming
one later through bitter experience, like so many young wives brought up to
be ladies, not general houseworkers.
Frequently I had a maid, commonly called
along our row the "gurrul"—and quite frequently I had none; for we could
afford only young beginners, who, as soon as I had trained them well, left
me for other mistresses who could afford to pay them well.
"Oh, we should not accuse the poor
creatures of ingratitude," I told Carl one day. "Not every economist can
learn at first hand the law of supply and demand."
If, however, as my fashionable aunt in
town remarked, we were picturesquely impecunious—which, to that soft lady,
probably meant that, we had to worry along without motor cars—we were just
as desperately happy as we were poor; for we had each other at least. Every
other deprivation seemed comparatively easy or amusing.
Nor were we the only ones who had each
other—and therefore poverty. Scholarship meant sacrifice, but all agreed
that it was the ideal life.
To be sure, some members of the
Faculty—or their wives—had independent means and could better afford the
ideal life. They were considered noble for choosing it. Some of the alumni
who attended the great games and the graduating exercises were enormously
wealthy, and gave the interest of their incomes—sometimes a whole handful of
bonds at a time—to the support of the ideal life.
Was there any law compelling them to
give their money to their Alma Mater? No—just as there was none compelling
men like Carl to give their lives and sacrifice their wives. These
men of wealth made even greater sacrifices.
They could have kept in comfort a dozen wives apiece—modest ones—on what
they voluntarily preferred to turn over to the dear old college. Professors,
being impractical and visionary, cannot always see these things in their
true proportions.
We, moreover, in return for our interest
in education, did we not shamelessly accept monthly checks from the
university treasurer's office? It was quite materialistic in us. Whereas
these disinterested donors, instead of receiving checks, gave them, which is
more blessed. And were they not checks of a denomination far larger than
those we selfishly cashed for ourselves? Invariably. Therefore our princely
benefactors were regarded not only as nobler but as the Nobility.
Indeed, the social stratification of my
new home, where the excellent principles of high thinking and plain living
were highly recommended for all who could not reverse the precept, struck
me, a neophyte, as for all the world like that of a cathedral town in
England, except that these visiting patrons of religion and learning were
treated with a reverence and respect found only in America. Surely it must
have amused them, had they not been so used to it; for they were quite the
simplest, kindest, sweetest overrich people I had ever met in my own
country—and they often took pains to tell us broad-mindedly that there were
better things than money. Their tactful attempts to hide their awful
affluence were quite appealing—occasionally rather comic. Like similarly
conscious efforts to cover evident indigence, it was so palpable and so
unnecessary.
"There, there!" I always wanted to
say—until I, too, became accustomed to it. "It's all right. You can't help
it."
It was dear of them all the same,
however, and I would not seem ungrateful for their kind consideration. After
all, how different from the purse-proud arrogance of wealth seen in our
best—selling—fiction, though seldom elsewhere.
For the most part they were true
gentlefolk, with the low voices and simple manners of several generations of
breeding; and I liked them, for the most part, very much—especially certain
old friends of our parents, who, I learned later, were willing to show their
true friendship in more ways than Carl and I could permit.
One is frequently informed that the
great compensation for underpaying the college professor is in the leisure
to live—otium cum dignitate as returning old grads call it when they
can remember their Latin, though as
most of them cannot they call it a snap.
Carl, by the way, happened to be the
secretary of his class, and his popularity with dear old classmates became a
nuisance in our tiny home. I remember one well-known bachelor of arts who
answered to the name of Spud, a rather vulgar little man. Comfortably seated
in Carl's study one morning, with a cigar in his mouth, Spud began:
"My, what a snap! A couple of hours'
work a day and three solid months' vacation! Why, just see, here you are
loafing early in the morning! You ought to come up to the city! Humph! I'd
show you what real work means."
Now my husband had been writing until
two o'clock the night before, so that he had not yet made preparation for
his next hour. It was so early indeed that I had not yet made the beds.
Besides, I had heard all about our snap before and it was getting on my
nerves.
"Carl would enjoy nothing better than
seeing you work," I put in when the dear classmate finished; "but
unfortunately he cannot spare the time."
Spud saw the point and left; but Carl,
instead of giving me the thanks I deserved, gave me the first scolding of
our married life! Now isn't that just like a husband?
Of course it can be proved by the annual
catalogue that the average member of the Faculty has only about twelve or
fourteen hours of classroom work a week—the worst-paid instructor more; the
highest-paid professor less. What a university teacher gives to his students
in the classroom, however, is or ought to be but a rendering of what he
acquires outside, as when my distinguished father tried one of his
well-prepared cases in court. Every new class, moreover, is a different
proposition, as I once heard my brother say of his customers.
That is where the art of teaching comes
in and where Carl excelled. He could make even the "dismal science," as
Carlyle called economics, interesting, as was proved by the large numbers of
men who elected his courses, despite the fact that he made them work hard to
pass. Nor does this take into account original research and the writing of
books like Carl's scholarly work on The History of Property, on which he had
been slaving for three solid summers and hundreds of nights during termtime;
not to speak of attending committee meetings constantly, and the furnace
even more constantly. The latter, like making beds, is
not mentioned in the official catalogue. I
suppose such details would not become one's dignity.
As in every other occupation, some
members of the Faculty do as little work as the law requires; but most of
them are an extremely busy lot, even though they may, when it suits their
schedule better, take exercise in the morning instead of the afternoon—an
astonishing state of affairs that always scandalizes the so-called tired
business man.
As for Carl, I was seeing so little of
him except at mealtimes that I became rather piqued at first, being a bride.
I felt sure he did not love me any more!
"Do you really think you have a right to
devote so much time to outside work?" I asked one evening when I was washing
the dishes and he was starting off for the university library to write on
his great book.—It was the indirect womanly method of saying: "Oh, please
devote just a little more time to me!"—"You ought to rest and be fresh for
your classroom work," I added.
Being a man he did not see it.
"The way to advance in the teaching
profession," he answered, with his veiled twinkle, "is to neglect it. It
doesn't matter how poorly you teach, so long as you write dull books for
other professors to read. That's why it is called scholarship—because you
slight your scholars."
"Oh, I'm sick of all this talk about
scholarship!" I cried. "What does it mean anyway?"
"Scholarship, my dear," said Carl,
"means finding out all there is to know about something nobody else cares
about, and then telling it in such a way that nobody else can find out. If
you are understood you are popular; if you are popular you are no scholar.
And if you're no scholar, how can you become a full professor? Now, my
child, it is all clear to you."
And, dismissing me and the subject with
a good-night kiss, he brushed his last year's hat and hurried off, taking
the latchkey.
So much for otium.
"But where does the dignity come in?" I
asked Carl one day when he was sharpening his lawnmower and thus neglecting
his lawn tennis; for, like a Freshman, I still had much to learn about
quaint old college customs.
"Why, in being called p'fessor by the
tradesmen," said Carl. "Also in renting a doctor's hood for academic
pee-rades at three dollars a pee-rade, instead of buying a new hat for the
rest of the year. Great thing—dignity!"
He chuckled and began to cut the grass
furiously, reminding me of a thoroughbred hunter I once saw harnessed to a
plow.
"P'fessors of pugilism and dancing," he
went on gravely, "haven't a bit more dignity than we have. They merely have
more money. Just think! There isn't a butcher or grocer in this town who
doesn't doff his hat to me when he whizzes by in his motor—even those whose
bills I haven't paid. It's great to have dignity. I don't believe there's
another place in the world where he who rides makes obeisance to him who
walks. Much better than getting as high wages as a trustee's chauffeur! A
salary is so much more dignified than wages."
He stopped to mop his brow, looking
perfectly dignified.
"And yet," he added, egged on by my
laughter, for I always loved his quiet irony—it was never directed at
individuals, but at the ideas and traditions they blandly and blindly
followed—
"And yet carping critics of the greatest
nation on earth try to make out that art and intellectuality are not
properly recognized in the States. Pessimists! Look at our picture
galleries, filled with old masters from abroad! Think how that helps
American artists! Look at our colleges, crowded with buildings more costly
than Oxford's! Think how that encourages American teachers! Simply because
an occasional foreign professor gets higher pay—bah! There are better things
than money. For example, this!"
And he bent to his mower again, with
much the same derisively dignified strut as on that memorable day long ago
when I came and saw and was conquered by it—only then he wore black silk
sleeves and now white shirtsleeves.
And so much for dignity.
I soon saw that if I were to be a help
and not a hindrance to the man I loved I should have to depart from what I
had been carefully trained to regard as woman's only true sphere. Do not be
alarmed! I had no thought of leaving home or husband. It is simply that the
home, in the industrial sense, is leaving the house—seventy-five per cent of
it social scientists say, has gone already—so that nowadays a wife must go
out after it or else find some new-fashioned productive substitute if she
really intends to be an old-fashioned helpmate to her husband.
It was not a feminist theory but a
financial condition that confronted us. My done-over trousseau would not
last forever, nor would Carl's present intellectual wardrobe, which was
becoming threadbare. Travel abroad and foreign study are just as necessary
for an American scholar as foreign
buying is for an American dealer in trousseaus.
I thought of many plans; but in a
college town a woman's opportunities are so limited. We are not paid enough
to be ladies, though we are required to dress and act like them—do not
forget that point. And yet, when willing to stop being a lady, what could
one do?
Finally I thought of dropping entirely
out of the social, religious and charitable activities of the town,
investing in a typewriter and subscribing to a correspondence-school course
in stenography. I could at least help Carl prepare his lectures and relieve
him of the burden of letter writing, thus giving him more time for book
reviewing and other potboiling jobs, which were not only delaying his own
book but making him burn the candle at both ends in the strenuous effort to
make both ends meet.
I knew Carl would object, but I had not
expected such an outburst of profane rage as followed my announcement. The
poor boy was dreadfully tired, and for months, like the thoroughbred he was,
he had repressed his true feelings under a quiet, quizzical smile.
"My heavens! What next?" he cried,
jumping up and pacing the floor. "Haven't you already given up everything
you were accustomed to—every innocent pleasure you deserve—every wholesome
diversion you actually need in this God-forsaken, monotonous hole? Haven't I
already dragged you down—you, a lovely, fine-grained, highly evolved
woman—down to the position of a servant in my house? And now, on top of all
this—No, by God! I won't have it! I tell you I won't have it!"
It may be a shocking confession, but I
loved him for that wicked oath. He looked so splendid—all fire and furious
determination, as when he used to rush up to the net in the deciding game of
a tennis match, cool and quick as lightning.
"You are right, Carl dear," I said,
kissing his profane lips; for I had learned long since never to argue with
him. "I am too good to be a mere household drudge. It's an economic waste of
superior ability. That's why I am going to be your secretary and save you
time and money enough to get and keep a competent maid."
"But I tell you—"
"I know, dear; but what are we going to
do about it? We can't go on this way. They've got us down—are we going to
let them keep us down? Look into the future! Look at poor old
Professor Culberson. Look at half of the
older members of the Faculty! They have ceased to grow; their usefulness is
over; they are all gone to seed—because they hadn't the courage or the cash
to develop anything but their characters!"
Carl looked thoughtful. He had gained an
idea for his book and, like a true scholar, forgot for the moment our
personal situation.
"Really, you know," he mused, "does it
pay Society to reward its individuals in inverse ratio to their usefulness?"
He took out his pocket notebook and wrote: "Society itself suffers for
rewarding that low order of cunning called business sense with the ultimate
control of all other useful talents." He closed his notebook and smiled.
"And yet they call the present economic
order safe and sane! And all of us who throw the searchlight of truth on
it—dangerous theorists! Can you beat it?"
"Well," I rejoined, not being a scholar,
"there's nothing dangerous about my theory. Instead of your stenographer
becoming your wife, your wife becomes your stenographer—far safer and saner
than the usual order. Men are much more apt to fall in love with lively
little typewriters than with fat, flabby wives."
Though it was merely to make a poor joke
out of a not objectionable necessity, my plan, as it turned out, was far
wiser than I realized.
First, I surreptitiously card-catalogued
the notes and references for Carl's "epoch-making book," as one of the
sweet, vague wives of the Faculty always called her husband's volumes, which
she never read. Then I learned to take down his lectures, to look up data in
the library, to verify quotations, and even lent a hand in the book
reviewing.
Soon I began to feel more than a mere
consumer's interest—a producer's interest—in Carl's work. And then a
wonderful thing happened: My husband began to see—just in time, I
believe—that a wife could be more than a passive and more or less desirable
appendage to a man's life—an active and intelligent partner in it. And he
looked at me with a new and wondering respect, which was rather amusing, but
very dear.
He had made the astonishing discovery
that his wife had a mind!
Years of piano practice had helped to
make my fingers nimble for the typewriter, and for this advantage I was duly
grateful to the family's old-fashioned ideals, though I fear they did not
appreciate my gratitude. Once, when
visiting them during the holidays, I was laughingly boasting, before some
guests invited to meet me at luncheon, about my part in the writing of
Carl's History of Property, which had been dedicated to me and was now
making a sensation in the economic world, though our guests in the social
world had never heard of it.
Suddenly I saw a curious, uncomfortable
look come over the faces of the family. Then I stopped and remembered that
nowadays wives—nice wives, that is—are not supposed to be helpmates to their
husbands except in name; quite as spinsters no longer spin. They can help
him spend. At that they are truly better halves, but to help him earn is not
nice. To our guests it could mean only one thing—namely, that my husband
could not afford a secretary. Well, he could not. What of it?
For a moment I had the disquieting
sensation of having paraded my poverty—a form of vulgarity that Carl and I
detest as heartily as a display of wealth.
The family considerately informed me
afterward, however, that they thought me brave to sacrifice myself so
cheerfully. Dear me! I was not being brave. I was not being cheerful. I was
being happy. There is no sacrifice in working for the man you love. And if
you can do it with him—why, I conceitedly thought it quite a distinction.
Few women have the ability or enterprise to attain it!
One of my sisters who, like me, had
failed to "marry well" valeted for her husband; but somehow that seemed to
be all right. For my part I never could see why it is more womanly to do
menial work for a man than intellectual work with him. I have done both and
ought to know.... Can it be merely because the one is done strictly in the
home or because no one can see you do it? Or is it merely because it is
unskilled labor?
It is all right for the superior sex to
do skilled labor, but a true womanly woman must do only unskilled labor, and
a fine lady none at all—so clothed as to prevent it and so displayed as to
prove it, thus advertising to the world that the man who pays for her can
also pay for secretaries and all sorts of expensive things. Is that the old
idea?
If so I am afraid most college
professors' wives should give up the old-fashioned expensive pose of
ladyhood and join the new womanhood!
Well, as it turned out, we were enabled
to spend our sabbatical year abroad—just in time to give Carl a new lease of
life mentally and me physically; for
both of us were on the verge of breaking down before we left.
Such a wonderful year! Revisiting his
old haunts; attending lectures together in the German and French
universities; working side by side in the great libraries; and meeting the
great men of his profession at dinner! Then, between whiles, we had the best
art and music thrown in! Ah, those are the only real luxuries we miss and
long for! Indeed, to us, they are not really luxuries. Beauty is a necessity
to some persons, like exercise; though others can get along perfectly well
without it and, therefore, wonder why we cannot too.
Carl's book had already been discovered
over there—that is perhaps the only reason it was discovered later over
here—and every one was so kind about it. We felt quite important and used to
wink at each other across the table. "Our" book, Carl always called it, like
a dear. His work was my work now—his ambitions, my ambitions; not just
emotionally or inspirationally, but intellectually, collaboratively. And
that made our emotional interest in each other the keener and more
satisfying. We had fallen completely in love with each other. For the first
time we two were really one. Previously we had been merely pronounced so by
a clergyman who read it out of a book.
Oh, the glory of loving some one more
than oneself! And oh, the blessedness of toiling together for something
greater and more important than either! That is what makes it possible for
the other thing to endure—not merely for a few mad, glad years, followed by
drab duty and dull regret, but for a happy lifetime of useful vigor. That,
and not leisure or dignity, is the great compensation for the professorial
life.
What a joy it was to me during that
rosy-sweet early period of our union to watch Carl, like a proud mother, as
he grew and exfoliated—like a plant that has been kept in a cellar and now
in congenial soil and sunshine is showing at last its full potentialities.
Through me my boy was attaining the full stature of a man; and I, his proud
mate, was jealously glad that even his dear dead mother could not have
brought that to pass.
His wit became less caustic; his manner
more genial. People who once irritated now interested him. Some who used to
fear him now liked him. And as for the undergraduates who had hero-worshiped
this former tennis champion, they now shyly turned to him for counsel and
advice. He was more of a man of the world than most of his colleagues and
treated the boys as though they were
men of the world too—for instance, he never referred to them as boys.
"I wouldn't be a damned fool if I were
you," I once overheard him say to a certain young man who was suffering from
an attack of what Carl called misdirected energy.
More than one he took in hand this way;
and, though I used to call it—to tease him—his man-to-man manner, I saw that
it was effective. I, too, grew fond of these frank, ingenuous youths. We
used to have them at our house when we could spare an evening—often when we
could not.
None of this work, it may be mentioned,
is referred to in the annual catalogue or provided for in the annual budget;
and yet it is often the most vital and lasting service a teacher renders his
students—especially when their silly parents provide them with more pocket
money than the professor's entire income for the support of himself, his
family, his scholarship and his dignity.
"Your husband is not a professor," one
of them confided shyly to me—"he's a human being!"
After the success of our book we were
called to another college—a full professorship at three thousand a year!
Carl loved his Alma Mater with a passion I sometimes failed to understand;
but he could not afford to remain faithful to her forever on vague promises
of future favor. He went to the president and said so plainly, hating the
indignity of it and loathing the whole system that made such methods
necessary.
The president would gladly have raised
all the salaries if he had had the means. He could not meet the competitor's
price, but he begged Carl to stay, offering the full title—meaning empty—of
professor and a minimum wage of twenty-five hundred dollars, with the
promise of full pay when the funds could be raised.
Now we had demonstrated that, even on
the Faculty of an Eastern college, two persons could live on fifteen
hundred. Therefore, with twenty-five hundred, we could not only exist but
work efficiently. So we did not have to go.
I look back on those days as the
happiest period of our life together. That is why I have lingered over them.
Congenial work, bright prospects, perfect health, the affection of friends,
the respect of rivals—what more could any woman want for her husband or
herself?
Only one thing. And now that, too, was
to be ours! However, with children came trouble, for which—bless their
little hearts!—they are not
responsible. Were we? I wonder! Had we a right to have children? Had we a
right not to have children? It has been estimated by a member of the
mathematical department that, at the present salary rate, each of the
college professors of America is entitled to just two-fifths of a child.
Does this pay? Should only the
financially fit be allowed to survive—to reproduce their species? Should or
should not those who may be fittest physically, intellectually and morally
also be entitled to the privilege and responsibility of taking their natural
part in determining the character of America's future generations, for the
evolution of the race and the glory of God?
I wonder!
(Boston Transcript)
A
PARADISE FOR A PENNY
Maddened
by the Catalogues of Peace-Time, One Lover of Gardens Yet Managed to Build a
Little Eden, and Tells How He Did It for a Song
By WALTER
PRICHARD EATON
War-time
economy (which is a much pleasanter and doubtless a more patriotically
approved phrase than war-time poverty) is not without its compensations,
even to the gardener. At first I did not think so. Confronted by a vast
array of new and empty borders and rock steps and natural-laid stone,
flanking a wall fountain, and other features of a new garden ambitiously
planned before the President was so inconsiderate as to declare war without
consulting me, and confronted, too, by an empty purse—pardon me, I mean by
the voluntarily imposed necessity for economy—I sat me down amid my
catalogues, like Niobe amid her children, and wept. (Maybe it wasn't amid
her children Niobe wept, but for them; anyhow I remember her as a symbol of
lachrymosity.) Dear, alluring, immoral catalogues, sweet sirens for a man's
undoing! How you sang to me of sedums, and whispered of peonies and
irises—yea, even of German irises! How you spoke in soft, seductive accents
of wonderful lilacs, and exquisite spireas, and sweet syringas, murmurous
with bees! How you told of tulips and narcissuses, and a thousand lovely
things for beds and borders and rock work—at so much a dozen,
so very much a dozen, and a dozen so very
few! I did not resort to cotton in my ears, but to tears and profanity.
Then two things happened. I got a letter
from a Boston architect who had passed by and seen my unfinished place; and
I took a walk up a back road where the Massachusetts Highway Commissioners
hadn't sent a gang of workmen through to "improve" it. The architect said,
"Keep your place simple. It cries for it. That's always the hardest thing to
do—but the best." And the back-country roadside said, "Look at me; I didn't
come from any catalogue; no nursery grew me; I'm really and truly 'perfectly
hardy'; I didn't cost a cent—and can you beat me at any price? I'm a hundred
per cent American, too."
I looked, and I admitted, with a blush
of shame for ever doubting, that I certainly could not beat it. But, I
suddenly realized, I could steal it!
I have been stealing it ever since, and
having an enormously enjoyable time in the bargain.
Of course, stealing is a relative term,
like anything else connected with morality. What would be stealing in the
immediate neighborhood of a city is not even what the old South County
oyster fisherman once described as "jest pilferin' 'round," out here on the
edges of the wilderness. I go out with the trailer hitched to the back of my
Ford, half a mile in any direction, and I pass roadsides where, if there are
any farmer owners of the fields on the other side of the fence, these owners
are only too glad to have a few of the massed, invading plants or bushes
thinned out. But far more often there is not even a fence, or if there is,
it has heavy woods or a swamp or a wild pasture beyond it. I could go after
plants every day for six months and nobody would ever detect where I took
them. My only rule—self-imposed—is never to take a single specimen, or even
one of a small group, and always to take where thinning is useful, and where
the land or the roadside is wild and neglected, and no human being can
possibly be injured. Most often, indeed, I simply go up the mountain along,
or into, my own woods.
I am not going to attempt any botanical
or cultural description of what I am now attempting. That will have to wait,
anyhow, till I know a little more about it myself! But I want to indicate,
in a general way, some of the effects which are perfectly possible, I
believe, here in a Massachusetts garden, without importing a single plant,
or even sowing a seed or purchasing any stock from a nursery.
Take the matter of asters, for instance.
Hitherto my garden, up here in the mountains where the frosts come early and
we cannot have anemone, japonica, or chrysanthemums, has generally been a
melancholy spectacle after the middle of September. Yet it is just at this
time that our roadsides and woodland borders are the most beautiful. The
answer isn't alone asters, but very largely. And nothing, I have discovered,
is much easier to transplant than a New England aster, the showiest of the
family. Within the confines of my own farm or its bordering woods are at
least seven varieties of asters, and there are more within half a mile. They
range in color from the deepest purple and lilac, through shades of blue, to
white, and vary in height from the six feet my New Englands have attained in
rich garden soil, to one foot. Moreover, by a little care, they can be so
massed and alternated in a long border (such a border I have), as to pass in
under heavy shade and out again into full sun, from a damp place to a dry
place, and yet all be blooming at their best. With what other flower can you
do that? And what other flower, at whatever price per dozen, will give you
such abundance of beauty without a fear of frosts? I recently dug up a load
of asters in bud, on a rainy day, and already they are in full bloom in
their new garden places, without so much as a wilted leaf.
Adjoining my farm is an abandoned marble
quarry. In that quarry, or, rather, in the rank grass bordering it, grow
thousands of Solidago rigida, the big, flat-topped goldenrod. This is the
only station for it in Berkshire County. As the ledges from this quarry come
over into my pastures, and doubtless the goldenrod would have come too, had
it not been for the sheep, what could be more fitting than for me to make
this glorious yellow flower a part of my garden scheme? Surely if anything
belongs in my peculiar soil and landscape it does. It transplants easily,
and under cultivation reaches a large size and holds its bloom a long time.
Massed with the asters it is superb, and I get it by going through the bars
with a shovel and a wheelbarrow.
But a garden of goldenrod and asters
would be somewhat dull from May to mid-August, and somewhat monotonous
thereafter. I have no intention, of course, of barring out from my garden
the stock perennials, and, indeed, I have already salvaged from my old place
or grown from seed the indispensable phloxes, foxgloves, larkspur,
hollyhocks, sweet william, climbing roses, platycodons and the like. But let
me merely mention a few of the wild things I have brought in from the
immediate neighborhood, and see if they
do not promise, when naturally planted where the borders wind under trees,
or grouped to the grass in front of asters, ferns, goldenrod and the shrubs
I shall mention later, a kind of beauty and interest not to be secured by
the usual garden methods.
There are painted trilliums, yellow and
pink lady's slippers, Orchis spectabilis, hepaticas, bloodroot, violets,
jack-in-the-pulpit, masses of baneberries, solomon's seal, true and false;
smooth false foxglove, five-flowered and closed gentians, meadow lilies
(Canadensis) and wood lilies (Philadelphicum), the former especially being
here so common that I can go out and dig up the bulbs by the score, taking
only one or two from any one spot. These are but a few of the flowers,
blooming from early spring to late fall, in the borders, and I have
forgotten to mention the little bunch berries from my own woods as an edging
plant.
Let me turn now for a moment to the
hedge and shrubbery screen which must intervene between my west border and
the highway, and which is the crux of the garden. The hedge is already
started with hemlocks from the mountain side, put in last spring. I must
admit nursery in-grown evergreens are easier to handle, and make a better
and quicker growth. But I am out now to see how far I can get with
absolutely native material. Between the hedge and the border, where at first
I dreamed of lilacs and the like, I now visualize as filling up with the
kind of growth which lines our roads, and which is no less beautiful and
much more fitting. From my own woods will come in spring (the only safe time
to move them) masses of mountain laurel and azalea. From my own pasture
fence-line will come red osier, dogwood, with its white blooms, its blue
berries, its winter stem-coloring, and elderberry. From my own woods have
already come several four-foot maple-leaved vibernums, which, though moved
in June, throve and have made a fine new growth. There will be, also, a
shadbush or two and certainly some hobble bushes, with here and there a
young pine and small, slender canoe birch. Here and there will be a clump of
flowering raspberry. I shall not scorn spireas, and I must have at least one
big white syringa to scent the twilight; but the great mass of my screen
will be exactly what nature would plant there if she were left alone—minus
the choke cherries. You always have to exercise a little supervision over
nature!
A feature of my garden is to be rock
work and a little, thin stream of a brooklet flowing away from a wall
fountain. I read in my catalogues of
marvellous Alpine plants, and I dreamed of irises by my brook. I shall have
some of both too. Why not? The war has got to end one of these days. But
meanwhile, why be too down-hearted? On the cliffs above my pasture are
masses of moss, holding, as a pincushion holds a breastpin, little early
saxifrage plants. From the crannies frail hair bells dangle forth. There are
clumps of purple cliffbrase and other tiny, exquisite ferns. On a gravel
bank beside the State road are thousands of viper's bugloss plants; on a
ledge nearby is an entire nursery of Sedum acre (the small yellow stone
crop). Columbines grow like a weed in my mowing, and so do Quaker ladies,
which, in England, are highly esteemed in the rock garden. The Greens
Committee at the nearby golf club will certainly let me dig up some of the
gay pinks which are a pest in one of the high, gravelly bunkers. And these
are only a fraction of the native material available for my rock work and
bank. Many of them are already in and thriving.
As for the little brook, any pond edge
or brookside nearby has arrowheads, forget-me-nots, cardinal flowers, blue
flag, clumps of beautiful grasses, monkey flowers, jewel-weed and the like.
There are cowslips, too, and blue vervain, and white violets. If I want a
clump of something tall, Joe-pye-weed is not to be disdained. No, I do not
anticipate any trouble about my brookside. It will not look at all as I
thought a year ago it was going to look. It will not look like an
illustration in some "garden beautiful" magazine. It will look like—like a
brook! I am tremendously excited now at the prospect of seeing it look like
a brook, a little, lazy, trickling Yankee brook. If I ever let it look like
anything else, I believe I shall deserve to have my spring dry up.
Probably I shall have moments of, for
me, comparative affluence in the years to come, when I shall once more
listen to the siren song of catalogues, and order Japanese irises, Darwin
tulips, hybrid lilacs, and so on. But by that time, I feel sure, my native
plants and shrubs will have got such a start, and made such a luxuriant,
natural tangle, that they will assimilate the aliens and teach them their
proper place in a New England garden. At any rate, till the war is over, I
am 100 per cent Berkshire County!
(Pictorial Review)
One illustration made by a staff artist,
with the caption, "The New Home Assistant is Trained for Her Work."
WANTED:
A HOME ASSISTANT
Business Hours and Wages Are Helping Women to Solve the Servant Problem
BY LOUISE
F. NELLIS
WANTED: A
HOME ASSISTANT—Eight hours a day; six days a week. Sleep and eat at home.
Pay, twelve dollars a week.
Whenever
this notice appears in the Help Wanted column of a city newspaper, fifty to
one hundred answers are received in the first twenty-four hours!
"Why," we
hear some one say, "that seems impossible! When I advertised for a maid at
forty dollars a month with board and lodging provided, not a soul answered.
Why are so many responses received to the other advertisement?"
Let us
look more closely at the first notice.
Wanted: A
Home Assistant! How pleasant and dignified it sounds; nothing about a
general houseworker or maid or servant, just Home Assistant! We can almost
draw a picture of the kind of young woman who might be called by such a
title. She comes, quiet, dignified, and interested in our home and its
problems. She may have been in an office but has never really liked office
work and has always longed for home surroundings and home duties.
I remember
one case I was told of—a little stenographer. She had gladly assumed her new
duties as Home Assistant, and had wept on the first Christmas Day with the
family because it was the only Christmas she had spent in years in a home
atmosphere. Or perhaps the applicant for the new kind of work in the home
may have been employed in a department store and found the continuous
standing on her feet too wearing. She welcomes the frequent change of
occupation in her new position. Or she may be married with a little home of
her own, but with the desire to add to the family income. We call these Home
Assistants, Miss Smith or Mrs. Jones, and they preserve their own
individuality and self-respect.
"Well, I
would call my housemaid anything if I could only get
one," says one young married woman. "There
must be more to this new plan than calling them Home Assistants and
addressing them as Miss."
Let us read further in the
advertisement: "Eight hours a day; six days a week." One full day and one
half day off each week, making a total of forty-four hours weekly which is
the standard working week in most industrial occupations. At least two free
Sundays a month should be given and a convenient week-day substituted for
the other two Sundays. If Saturday is not the best half day to give, another
afternoon may be arranged with the Home Assistant.
"Impossible," I can hear Mrs. Reader
say, "I couldn't get along with eight hours' work a day, forty-four hours a
week." No! Well, possibly you have had to get along without any maid at all,
or you may have had some one in your kitchen who is incompetent and
slovenly, whom you dare not discharge for fear you can not replace her.
Would you rather not have a good interested worker for eight hours a day
than none at all? During that time the Home Assistant works steadily and
specialization is done away with. She is there to do your work and she does
whatever may be called for. If she is asked to take care of the baby for a
few hours, she does it willingly, as part of her duties; or if she is called
upon to do some ironing left in the basket, she assumes that it is part of
her work, and doesn't say, "No, Madam, I wasn't hired to do that," at the
same time putting on her hat and leaving as under the old system.
The new plan seems expensive? "Twelve
dollars a week is more than I have paid my domestic helper," Mrs. Reader
says. But consider this more carefully. You pay from thirty-five to fifty
dollars a month with all the worker's food and lodging provided. This is at
the rate of eight to eleven dollars a week for wages. Food and room cost at
least five dollars a week, and most estimates are higher. The old type of
houseworker has cost us more than we have realized. The new system compares
favorably in expense with the old.
"I am perfectly certain it wouldn't be
practical not to feed my helper," Mrs. Reader says. Under the old system of
a twelve to fourteen-hour working day, it would not be feasible, but if she
is on the eight-hour basis, the worker can bring a box-luncheon with her, or
she can go outside to a restaurant just as she would if she were in an
office or factory. The time spent in eating is not included in her day's
work. Think of the relief to the house-keeper
who can order what her family likes to eat
without having to say, "Oh, I can't have that; Mary wouldn't eat it you
know."
"I can't afford a Home Assistant or a
maid at the present wages," some one says. "But I do wish I had some one who
could get and serve dinner every night. I am so tired by evening that
cooking is the last straw."
Try looking for a Home Assistant for
four hours a day to relieve you of just this work. You would have to pay
about a dollar a day or six dollars a week for such service and it would be
worth it.
How does the Home Assistant plan work in
households where two or more helpers are kept? The more complicated homes
run several shifts of workers, coming in at different hours and covering
every need of the day. One woman I talked to told me that she studied out
her problem in this way! She did every bit of the work in her house for a
while in order to find out how long each job took. She found, for instance,
that it took twenty-five minutes to clean one bathroom, ten minutes to brush
down and dust a flight of stairs, thirty minutes to do the dinner dishes,
and so on through all the work. She made out a time-card which showed that
twenty-two hours of work a day was needed for her home. She knew how much
money she could spend and she proceeded to divide the work and money among
several assistants coming in on different shifts. Her household now runs
like clockwork. One of the splendid things about this new system is its
great flexibility and the fact that it can be adapted to any household.
Thoughtful and intelligent planning such
as this woman gave to her problems is necessary for the greatest success of
the plan. The old haphazard methods must go. The housekeeper who has been in
the habit of coming into her kitchen about half past five and saying, "Oh,
Mary, what can we have for dinner? I have just come back from down-town; I
did expect to be home sooner," will not get the most out of her Home
Assistant. Work must be scheduled and planned ahead, the home must be run on
business methods if the system is to succeed. I heard this explained to a
group of women not long ago. After the talk, one of them said, "Well, in
business houses and factories there is a foreman who runs the shop and
oversees the workers. It wouldn't work in homes because we haven't any
foreman." She had entirely overlooked her job as forewoman of her own
establishment!
"Suppose I have company for dinner and
the Home Assistant isn't through her
work when her eight hours are up, what happens?" some one asks. All overtime
work is paid for at the rate of one and one-half times the hourly rate. If
you are paying your assistant twelve dollars for a forty-four-hour week, you
are giving her twenty-eight cents an hour. One and one half times this
amounts to forty-two cents an hour, which she receives for extra work just
as she would in the business world.
"Will these girls from offices and
stores do their work well? They have had no training for housework unless
they have happened to do some in their own homes," some one wisely remarks.
The lack of systematic preparation has always been one of the troubles with
our domestic helpers. It is true that the new type of girl trained in
business to be punctual and alert, and to use her mind, adapts herself very
quickly to her work, but the trained worker in any field has an advantage.
With this in mind the Central Branch of the Young Women's Christian
Association in New York City has started a training-school for Home
Assistants. The course provides demonstrations on the preparation of
breakfasts, lunches, and dinners, and talks on the following:
House-cleaning, Laundry, Care of Children, Shopping, Planning work,
Deportment, Efficiency, and Duty to Employer. This course gives a girl a
general knowledge of her duties and what is even more important she acquires
the right mental attitude toward her work. The girls are given an
examination and those who successfully pass it are given a certificate and
placed as Trained Home Assistants at fifteen dollars a week.
The National Association would like to
see these training-schools turning out this type of worker for the homes all
over the country. This is a constructive piece of work for women to
undertake. Housewives' Leagues have interested themselves in this in various
centers, and the Y.W.C.A. will help wherever it can. There are always home
economics graduates in every town who could help give the course, and there
are excellent housekeepers who excel in some branch who could give a talk or
two.
The course would be worth a great deal
in results to any community. The United States Employment Bureaus are also
taking a hand in this, and, with the coöperation of the High Schools, are
placing girls as trained assistants on the new basis. I have talked with
many women who are not only using this plan to-day but have been for several
years.
It has been more than six years ago
since Mrs. Helene Barker's book "Wanted a Young Woman to Do Housework" was
published.
This gave the working plan to the idea.
Women in Boston, Providence, New York, Cleveland, and in many other cities
have become so enthusiastic over their success in running their homes with
the Home Assistants that a number are giving their time to lecturing and
talking to groups of women about it.
Let me give two concrete illustrations
of the practical application of housework on a business basis.
Mrs. A. lives in a small city in the
Middle West. Her household consists of herself, her husband, and her twelve
year old son. She had had the usual string of impossible maids or none at
all until she tried the new system. Through a girls' club in a factory in
the city, she secured a young woman to work for her at factory hours and
wages. Her assistant came at seven-thirty in the morning. By having the
breakfast cereal prepared the night before, breakfast could be served
promptly at eight, a plan which was necessary in order that the boy get to
school on time. Each morning's work was written out and hung up in the
kitchen so that the assistant wasted no time in waiting to know what she had
to do. Lunch was at twelve-fifteen, and at one o'clock the Home Assistant
went home.
She came back on regular duty at
five-thirty to prepare and serve the dinner. Except for times when there
were guests for dinner she was through her work by eight. When she worked
overtime, there was the extra pay to compensate. Mrs. A. paid her thirteen
dollars a week and felt that she saved money by the new plan. The assistant
was off duty every other Sunday, and on alternate weeks was given all day
Tuesday off instead of Sunday. Tuesday was the day the heavy washing was
done and the laundress was there to help with any work which Mrs. A. did not
feel equal to doing. Even though there are times in the day when she is
alone, Mrs. A. says she would not go back to the old system for anything.
Mrs. B. lives in a city apartment. There
are four grown people in the family. She formerly kept two maids, a
cook-laundress, and a waitress-chambermaid. She often had a great deal of
trouble finding a cook who would do the washing. As her apartment had only
one maid's room, she had to give one of the guestrooms to the second maid.
She paid these girls forty dollars apiece and provided them with room and
board. Her apartment cost her one hundred and fifteen dollars a month for
seven rooms, two of which were occupied by maids.
Mrs. B. decided to put her household on
the new business basis last Fall. She
moved into a five-room apartment which cost her ninety dollars, but she had
larger rooms and a newer building with more up-to-date improvements than she
had had before. She saved twenty-five dollars a month on rent plus eighty
dollars wages and about thirty dollars on her former maids' food. All
together she had one hundred and thirty-five dollars which could be used for
Home Assistants. This is the way the money was spent:
| A laundress once a week |
$2.60 |
| Home Assistant, on duty from 7.30 A.M. to 2 P.M. |
10.00 |
| Home Assistant, on duty from 12 M. to 9 P.M. |
15.00 |
| Week |
$27.60 |
On this schedule the work was done
better than ever before. There was no longer any grievance about the
washing. Mrs. B. had some one continuously on duty. The morning assistant
was allowed a half hour at noon to eat her luncheon which she brought with
her. As Mrs. B. entertained a great deal, especially at luncheon, she
arranged to have the schedule of the two assistants overlap at this time of
day. The morning worker, it will be noted, was employed for only six hours.
The afternoon worker was a trained assistant and, therefore, received
fifteen dollars a week. She had an hour off, between three-thirty and
four-thirty and was on duty again in time to serve tea or afternoon
refreshments. If there were a number of extra people for dinner, the
assistant was expected to stay until nine and there was never any
complaining about too much company. Mrs. B. has a better apartment and saves
money every month besides!
(New York Sun)
SIX YEARS
OF TEA ROOMS
Business
Career of a Woman College Graduate
"For the
last three years I have cleared $5,000 a year on my tea rooms," declared a
young woman who six years ago was graduated with distinction at one of the
leading colleges of the country.
"I attained
my twenty-third birthday a month after I received my diploma. On that day I
took stock of the capital with which I was to step into the world and earn
my own living. My stock taking showed
perfect health, my college education and $300, my share of my father's
estate after the expenses of my college course had been paid.
"In spite of the protests of many of my
friends I decided to become a business woman instead of entering one of the
professions. I believed that a well conducted tea room in a college town
where there was nothing of the kind would pay well, and I proceeded to open
a place.
"After renting a suitable room I
invested $100 in furnishings. Besides having a paid announcement in the
college and town papers I had a thousand leaflets printed and distributed.
"Though I couldn't afford music I did
have my rooms decorated profusely with flowers on the afternoon of my
opening. As it was early in the autumn the flowers were inexpensive and made
a brave show. My only assistant was a young Irish woman whom I had engaged
for one month as waitress, with the understanding that if my venture
succeeded I would engage her permanently.
"We paid expenses that first afternoon,
and by the end of the week the business had increased to such an extent that
I might have engaged a second waitress had not so many of my friends
persisted in shaking their heads and saying the novelty would soon wear off.
During the second week my little Irish girl and I had so much to do that on
several occasions our college boy patrons felt themselves constrained to
offer their services as waiters, while more than one of the young professors
after a long wait left the room with the remark that they would go
elsewhere.
"Of course it was well enough to laugh
as we all knew there was no 'elsewhere,' but when I recalled how ready
people are to crowd into a field that has proved successful, I determined no
longer to heed the shaking heads of my friends. The third week found me not
only with a second assistant but with a card posted in a conspicuous place
announcing that at the beginning of the next week I would enlarge my
quarters in such a way as to accommodate more than twice as many guests.
"Having proved to my own satisfaction
that my venture was and would be successful, I didn't hesitate to go into
debt to the extent of $150. This was not only to repair and freshen up the
new room but also to equip it with more expensive furnishing than I had felt
myself justified in buying for the first.
"Knowing how every little thing that
happens is talked about in a college town, I was sure the difference in the
furnishings of the rooms would prove a
good advertisement. I counted on it to draw custom, but not just in the way
it did.
"Before I realized just what was
happening I was receiving letters from college boys who, after proclaiming
themselves among my very first customers, demanded to know why they were
discriminated against. I had noticed that everybody appeared to prefer the
new room and that on several occasions when persons telephoning for
reservations had been unable to get the promise of a table in there, they
had said they would wait and come at another time. What I had not noticed
was that only men coming alone or with other men, and girls coming with
other girls, would accept seats in the first room.
"I learned from the letters of 'my very
first patrons' that no gentleman would take a girl to have tea in a second
class tea room. They were not only hitting at the cheaper furnishings of my
first room but also at the waiter whom I had employed, because I felt the
need of a man's help in doing heavy work. The girl in her fresh apron and
cap was more attractive than the man, and because he happened to serve in
the first room he also was second class.
"No, I couldn't afford to buy new
furniture for that room, so I did the only thing I could think of. I mixed
the furniture in such a way as to make the two rooms look practically alike.
I hired another girl and relegated the man to the kitchen except in case of
emergency.
"Although my custom fell off in summer
to a bare sprinkling of guests afternoons and evenings and to almost no one
at lunch, I kept the same number of employees and had them put up preserves,
jams, syrups, and pickles for use the coming season. I knew it would not
only be an economical plan but also a great drawing card, especially with
certain of the professors, to be able to say that everything served was made
on the place and under my own supervision.
"My second winter proved so successful
that I determined to buy a home for my business so that I might have things
exactly as I wished. I was able to pay the first instalment, $2,500, on the
purchase price and still have enough in bank to make alterations and buy the
necessary furnishings.
"The move was made during the summer,
and when I opened up in the autumn I had such crowds afternoons and evenings
that I had to put extra tables in the halls until I could get a room on the
second floor ready. At present I have two entire floors
and often have so many waiting that it is
next to impossible to pass through the entrance hall.
"Three summers ago I opened a second tea
room at a seashore resort on the New England coast. I heard of the place
through a classmate whose family owned a cottage down there. She described
it as deadly dull, because there was nothing to do but bathe and boat unless
you were the happy possessor of an automobile or a horse.
"I was so much interested in her
description of the place that I went down one warm day in April and looked
things over. I found a stretch of about three miles of beach lined with well
appearing and handsome cottages and not a single place of amusement. The
village behind the beach is a lovely old place, with twenty or more handsome
old homes surrounded by grand trees. There are two or three small stores, a
post office, two liveries and the railroad station half a mile away.
"Before I left that afternoon I had paid
the first month's rent on the best of the only two cottages to be rented on
the beach. Of course it needed considerable fixing up and that had to be
done at my own expense, but as I was getting it at a rental of $200 for the
season I was not worried at the outlay. The cottages told me enough of the
character of the people who summered on that beach to make me sure that I
would get good interest on all the money spent.
"Immediately after commencement I shut
up my college tea rooms, leaving only the kitchen and storeroom open and in
charge of an experienced woman with instructions to get more help when
putting up preserves and pickles made it necessary. Then I moved.
"The two first days on the beach my tea
room didn't have a visitor. People strolled by and stared at the sign, but
nobody came in to try my tea. The third day I had a call from my landlord,
who informed me that he had been misled into letting me have his cottage,
and offering to return the amount paid for the first month's rent, he very
politely requested me to move out.
"After considerable talking I discovered
that the cottagers didn't like the way my waitresses dressed. They were too
stylish and my rooms appeared from the outside to be so brilliantly lighted
that they thought I intended to sell liquor.
"I didn't accept the offered rent,
neither did I agree to move out, but I did assure my landlord that I would
go the very day anything really objectionable happened on my premises. I
told him of my success in the college
town and then invited him to bring his family the following afternoon to try
my tea.
"Well, they came, they saw, and I
conquered. That evening all the tables on my piazza were filled and there
was a slight sprinkling indoors. A few days later the classmate who had told
me of the place came down for the summer and my troubles were at an end.
"The secret of my success is hard work
and catering to the taste of my patrons. Had I opened either a cheap or a
showy place in the college town, I would not have gained the good will of
the faculty or the patronage of the best class of students. If my prices had
been too high or the refreshments served not up to the notch, the result
would not have been so satisfactory.
"Knowing one college town pretty well, I
knew just about what was needed in the student's life; that is, an
attractive looking place, eminently respectable, where you can take your
best girl and get good things to eat well served at a reasonable cost.
"The needs of the beach were pretty much
the same. People can't stay in the water all the time, neither can they spin
around the country or go to an unlighted village at night in their carriages
and automobiles. My tea room offers a recreation, without being a
dissipation.
"Another point about which many people
question me is the effect of my being a business woman on my social
standing. I haven't noticed any slights. I receive many more invitations
than it is possible for me to accept. I go with the same set of girls that I
did while I was in college.
"Two of my classmates are lawyers, more
than one is a doctor, and three have gone on the stage. I know that my
earnings are far more than any of theirs, and I am sure they do not enjoy
their business any more than I do. If I had to begin again I would do
exactly as I have done, with one exception—I would lay out the whole of my
$300 in furnishing that first tea room instead of keeping $75 as a nest egg
in bank."
(Country Gentleman)
Two illustrations:
BY PARCEL POST
One Man's Way of Serving
the Direct-to-Consumer Market
By A. L. SARRAN
If you live within a hundred
and fifty miles of a city, if you possess ordinary common sense and have the
ability to write a readable and understandable letter, you may, from
September to April of each year, when other farmers and their wives are
consuming instead of producing, earn from fifty to a hundred and fifty
dollars net profit each month. You may do this by fattening and dressing
chickens for city folks, and by supplying regularly fresh country sausage,
hams, lard and eggs.
This is not an idle theory.
Last September I began with one customer; today—this was written the end of
March—I have nearly 500 customers to whom I am supplying farm products by
parcel post.
Instead of selling my
chickens to the huckster or to the local poultry house for twelve cents a
pound, I am selling them to the consumer in the city for twenty cents a
pound, live weight, plus the cost of boxing and postage. Not only that, I am
buying chickens from my neighbors at a premium of one to two cents over the
huckster's prices, "milk feeding" them, and selling them to my city
customers at a profit of six to seven cents a pound.
I buy young hogs from my
neighbors at market prices and make them into extra good country sausage
that nets me twenty-five cents a pound in the city, and into hams for which
I get twenty-five cents a pound, delivered. The only pork product on which I
do not make an excellent profit is lard. I get fifteen cents a pound for it,
delivered to the city customer, and it costs me almost that much to render
and pack it.
At this writing storekeepers
and egg buyers in my county are paying the farmer seventeen cents for his
eggs. I am getting twenty-five cents a
dozen for eggs in thirty-dozen eases and twenty-nine cents a dozen in
two-dozen boxes. My prices to the city man are based upon the Water Street,
Chicago, quotation for "firsts," which, at this writing, is nineteen cents.
If this price goes up I go up; if it goes down I go down.
I got my customers by newspaper
advertising—almost exclusively. It is a comforting belief that one satisfied
customer will get you another, and that that customer will get you another,
and so on, but it has not so worked out in my experience. Out of all my
customers less than twelve have become customers through the influence of
friends.
My experience has taught me another
thing: That direct advertising does not pay. By direct advertising I mean
the mailing of letters and circulars to a list of names in the hope of
selling something to persons whose names are on that list.
I tried it three times—once to a list of
names I bought from a dealer in such lists; once to a list that I myself
compiled from the society columns of two Chicago dailies; and once to a
classified list that I secured from a directory.
The results in these cases were about
the same. The net cost of each new customer that I secured by circulars and
letters was $2.19. The net cost of each new customer that I secured by
newspaper advertising was fifty-four cents.
Not every city newspaper will get such
results. In my case I selected that paper in Chicago which in my judgment
went into the greatest number of prosperous homes, and whose pages were kept
clean of quack and swindling advertisements. I used only the Sunday issues,
because I believe the Sunday issues are most thoroughly read.
The farmer will want to use, and
properly so, the classified columns of the paper for his advertising. But he
should patronize only that paper whose columns provide a classification
especially for farm and food products.
I spent twelve dollars for advertising
in one clean Chicago daily with a good circulation, and got three orders.
The trouble was that my advertisement went into a column headed "Business
Personals," along with a lot of manicure and massage advertising.
He on the farm who proposes to compete
with the shipper, commission man and retailer for the city man's trade
should devote his efforts to producing food of a better quality than the
city man is accustomed to get via the shipper-commission-man-retailer
route. Wherefore I proposed to give the
city man the fattest, tenderest, juiciest, cleanest, freshest chicken he
could get—and charge him a profitable price in so doing.
When I wrote my advertisements I did not
stint myself for space. An advertisement that tells no reason why the reader
should buy from the advertiser is, in my opinion, a poor advertisement.
Therefore, I told my story in full to the readers of the Sunday paper,
although it cost me six cents a word to do it. Here is a sample of my
advertising:
I send young, milk-fed chickens, ready
for the cook, direct to you from the farm. These chickens are fattened in
wire-bottomed, sanitary coops, thus insuring absolute cleanliness, on a
ration of meal, middlings and milk. The chicken you get from me is fresh;
it is killed AFTER your order is received; is dressed, drawn, cooled out
for 24 hours in dry air, wrapped in waxed paper and delivered to you on
the morning of the third day after your order is mailed; it is fat, tender
and sweet. The ordinary chicken that is fattened on unspeakable filth in
the farmer's barnyard, and finds its way to your table via the
huckster-shipper-commission-man-retailer route cannot compare with one of
mine. Send me your check—no stamps—for $1.15 and I will send you a
five-pound—live-weight—roasting chicken for a sample. If it does not
please you I'll give your money back. Add 62 cents to that check and I'll
mail you in a separate box a two-pound package of the most delicious
fresh-ground sausage meat you ever ate. Made from the selected meats of
young hogs only; not highly seasoned. These sausage cakes make a breakfast
fit for a President. Money back if you don't like them.
A. L. SARRAN.
Notice that I told why the reader should
buy one of my chickens rather than a chicken of whose antecedents he knew
nothing. That it paid to spend six cents a word to tell him so is proved by
the fact that this particular advertisement brought me, in four days,
twenty-three orders, each accompanied by a check. I repeated my
advertisements in Sunday issues, stopping only when I had as many customers
as I could take care of.
Getting a customer and keeping him are
two different propositions. A customer's first order is sent because of the
representation made in the advertisement that he read. His second and his
subsequent orders depend upon how you
satisfy him and continue to satisfy him.
My rule is to select, weigh, dress,
draw, handle, wrap and box the chicken with the same scrupulous care that I
would exercise if the customer were actually present and watching me.
I have another rule: The customer is
always right. If he complains I satisfy him, immediately and cheerfully. It
is better to lose a chicken than to lose a customer.
I am now about to make a statement with
which many of my readers will not agree. It is more than true; it is so
important that the success of a mail-order business in dressed chickens
depends upon a realization of it. It is this: A majority of farmers and
their wives do not know what constitutes a fat chicken.
I make this statement because of the
experience I have had with country folks in buying their chickens for my
feeding coops. If they really consider to be fat the chickens which they
have assured me were fat, then they do not know fat chickens. A chicken can
be fat to a degree without being so fat as he can or should be made for the
purpose of marketing.
There is a flavor about a well-fattened,
milk-fed chicken that no other chicken has. Every interstice of his flesh is
juicy and oily. No part of him is tough, stringy muscle, as is the case if
he is "farm-fattened" while being allowed to range where he will.
If you think your chicken is a fat one,
pick it up and rub the ball of your thumb across its backbone about an inch
behind the base of the wings. If the backbone is felt clearly and distinctly
the chicken is not fat.
I fatten my chickens in coops the floors
of which are made of heavy wire having one-inch mesh; underneath the wire is
a droppings pan, which is emptied every day. My coops are built in tiers and
long sections. I have ninety of them, each one accommodating nine chickens.
I have enough portable feeding coops with wire bottoms and droppings pans
underneath to enable me to feed, in all, about one thousand chickens at one
time.
Chickens should be fed from ten to
fourteen days in the coops. I give no feed whatever to the chicken the first
day he is in the coop, but I keep a supply of sour milk in the trough for
him. I feed my chickens three times a day.
At seven A.M. I give them a fairly thick
batter of meal, middlings or oat flour, about half and half, and sour milk.
I feed them only what they will clean up in the course of half an hour. At
noon I feed them again only what they will clean up in half an
hour. This feed is the same as the morning
feed except that it is thinner. About four o'clock I give them a trough full
of the same feed, but so thick it will barely pour out from the bucket into
the trough.
The next morning the troughs are
emptied—if anything remains in them—into the big kettle where the feed is
mixed for the morning feeding. The idea is this: More fat and flesh are made
at night than in the daytime; therefore see that no chicken goes to bed with
an empty crop.
About the eighth to tenth day force the
feeding—see to it that the chicken gets all it will eat three times a day.
By keeping an accurate account of the
costs of meal, milk, and so on, I find that I can put a pound of fat on a
coop-fed chicken for seven cents. When one considers that this same pound
brings twenty cents, and that milk feeding in coops raises the per pound
value of the chicken from twelve to twenty cents, one must admit that
feeding chickens is more profitable than feeding cattle.
Do not feed your chicken anything for
twenty-four hours before killing it. Do not worry about loss in weight. The
only weight it will lose will be the weight of the feed in its crop and
gizzard, and the offal in its intestines—and you are going to lose that
anyway when you dress and draw it. If you will keep the bird off feed for
twenty-four hours you will find that it will draw much more easily and
cleanly.
Hang the chicken up by the feet and kill
it by bleeding it away back in the mouth. Let it bleed to death. Grasp the
chicken's head in your left hand, the back of its head against the palm of
your hand. Do not hold it by the neck, but grasp it by the bony part of its
head and jaws. Reach into the throat with a three-inch, narrow, sharp knife
and cut toward the top and front of the head.
You will sever the big cross vein that
connects the two "jugular" veins in the neck, and the blood will pour out of
the mouth. If you know how to dry-pick you will not need to be told anything
by me; if you do not know it will do you no good to have me tell you,
because I do not believe a person can learn to dry-pick chickens by
following printed instructions. At any rate, I could not. I never learned
until I hired a professional picker to come out from town to teach me.
So far as I can judge, it makes no
difference to the consumer in the city whether the chicken is scalded or
dry-picked. There is this to be said for the scalded chicken—that it is a
more cleanly picked chicken than the
dry-picked one. The pin feathers are more easily removed when the chicken is
scalded.
On the other hand, there are those
feed-specializing, accurate-to-the-ten-thousandth-part-of-an-inch experts,
who say that the dry-picked chicken keeps better than the scalded one. If
the weather is warmer than, say, seventy-five degrees, it might; under that,
there is no difference.
I do the most of my selling in Chicago,
and my place is a hundred and fifty miles south of that city; if a scalded
chicken will keep when I am selling it that far away it will keep for almost
anyone, because none of you is going to sell many chickens at any point more
than a hundred and fifty miles from your place.
There is this caution to be observed in
scalding a chicken: Do not have the water too hot. I had trouble on this
score, and as a result my chickens were dark and did not present an
appetizing appearance. Finally I bought a candy thermometer—one that
registered up to 400 degrees. By experimenting I found that 180 degrees was
the point at which a chicken scalded to pick the easiest, but that a chicken
scalded at 165 degrees presented a better appearance after being picked and
cooled. Whichever method you use, observe this rule: Pick your chicken
clean.
After my chicken has cooled out enough
so the flesh will cut easily, I draw it. I chop off the head close up, draw
back the skin of the neck a couple of inches, and then cut off the neck. The
flap of skin thus left serves to cover the bloody and unsightly stub of the
neck. Next I open up the chicken from behind and below the vent and pull out
the gizzard—if the chicken has been kept off feed for twenty-four hours the
empty crop will come with it—intestines and liver. I remove the gall bladder
from the liver, open and clean the gizzard, and replace it and the liver in
the chicken.
Then I cut a slit across the chicken
just back of the keel of the breast bone. I cut the feet off at the knee
joint and slip the drumstick through this slit. Then I lay the chicken up to
cool out overnight. The next morning it may be wrapped and boxed, and is
then ready for mailing.
Wrapping and boxing must not be
slighted. The clean, sanitary appearance of the chicken when it is unpacked
in the kitchen of your customer goes a long way toward prejudicing that
customer in your favor. I buy thirty pounds of waxed paper, twenty-four by
thirty-six inches, and have the paper house cut it in two. This gives me
1000 sheets, each eighteen by twenty-four
inches, for the price of a ream of the full
size—at this time about five dollars, or a half cent a sheet.
Each chicken is wrapped in one sheet of
this waxed paper, and is then packed in a corrugated paper box made
especially for sending chickens by parcel post.
I buy three sizes of these boxes. One
size, which costs me four cents each, will hold one four-pound chicken when
dressed and drawn. The next size, costing five cents each, will hold two
very small chickens, or one large chicken. The third size, costing six cents
each, will hold two large chickens, three medium-sized ones, or four small
ones.
Do not use makeshifts, such as old shoe
boxes. In the first place, your shipment is not properly protected by such a
box; in the second place, your postmaster is likely to refuse to accept it
for mailing, as he would be justified in doing; and in the third place, your
customer receives his chicken in a box that has been used for he wonders
what, and has been in he wonders what places.
It is for this reason that I never ask a
customer to return a box to me. I do not want to use a box a second time. If
I were a city man, getting my chickens by mail, I should want them sent to
me in a brand-new box, made for the special purpose of sending chickens by
mail—and I'd want them in no other box. Then I'd feel sure of them.
The cost of shipping by parcel post is
low. I live ten miles from my county seat, and the postage required to send
a five-pound, live-weight chicken, dressed and boxed, from my place to town
is eight cents. The postage required to send that same five-pound chicken
from here to Chicago, one hundred and fifty miles, is eight cents. The
express company charges twenty-six cents for the same service, and does not
deliver so quickly.
But parcel-post delivery was not always
so admirably done in Chicago. When I began shipping up there last September
it was no uncommon thing for my packages to be so delayed that many chickens
would spoil.
I recall the "straw that broke the
camel's back." I mailed twenty-six chickens one day—and in due course I
received thirteen letters, each advising me of the same mournful event. The
chicken had spoiled because of delay in delivery. My wife wanted to quit. I
didn't. I made good the losses to the customers and prepared a label, a copy
of which I forwarded to the Third Assistant Postmaster General at
Washington, asking his permission to
use it, and telling him of the vexatious and expensive delays in delivering
my packages in Chicago.
In due time I received the desired
permission, and ordered the labels printed. The scheme worked. Every time a
package was not delivered on schedule time the customer notified me, and I
made complaint to the postmaster at Chicago.
Gradually the service improved until now
I have no trouble at all. If I were to ship two packages today to the same
address in Chicago, sending one by parcel post and the other by express, I
believe the parcel-post package would be delivered first. At any rate, it
has been done for me.
The weakness in the parcel-post delivery
lies in the fact that perishable products—such as dressed chickens—cannot be
handled in warm weather. I think that if the Post Office Department would
cut some of its red tape and permit the shipment of air-tight packages in
air-tight conveyors this particular problem could be solved.
You will, of course, have more or less
correspondence with your customers. By all means use your own letterheads,
but do not let your printer embellish them with cuts of roosters, chickens,
pigs, or the like. Not that we are ashamed of them; far be it from such. You
do not, however, need to have a sheet of paper littered up with pictures of
imaginary animals in order to convince your customer that you are selling
the meats of that animal. I like a plainly printed letterhead that carries
my name, my address and my business. That's all.
By all means keep books on your
farm-to-table venture, if you undertake it. Set down on one side of the page
what you pay for boxes, labels, postage, and so on, including what you pay
yourself for chickens at your huckster's prices. On the other side of the
page set down what your city customer pays you. Add up the pages, do a
simple sum in subtraction, and you will know just how much you have made.
If I kept only twenty-five hens I should
sell my eggs and my chickens direct to the city consumer. When the farmer
learns to sell direct instead of letting the huckster, the poultry house,
the commission man, the dresser and the retailer stand between him and the
consumer, then poultry raising will become really profitable.
There are too many folks who sell their
eggs and "take it out in trade."
(Saturday Evening Post)
One large illustration, a wash drawing,
made by a staff artist.
SALES WITHOUT SALESMANSHIP
BY
JAMES H. COLLINS
"Say, you're a funny salesman!" exclaimed the business man. "Here I make up
my own mind that I need two motor trucks and decide to buy 'em from your
company. Then I send for a salesman. You come down and spend a week looking
into my horse delivery, and now you tell me to keep my horses. What kind of
a salesman do you call yourself anyway?"
"What made you think you needed motor trucks?" was the counterquestion of
the serious, thick-spectacled young chap.
"Everyone else seems to be turning to gasoline delivery. I want to be up to
date."
"Your delivery problem lies outside the gasoline field," said the salesman.
"Your drivers make an average of ninety stops each trip. They climb stairs
and wait for receipts. Their rigs are standing at the curb more than half
the time. Nothing in gasoline equipment can compete with the horse and wagon
under such conditions. If you had loads of several tons to be kept moving
steadily I'd be glad to sell you two trucks."
"Suppose I wanted to buy them anyway?"
"We
could not accept your order."
"But
you'd make your commission and the company its profit."
"Yes; but you'd make a loss, and within a year your experience would react
unfavorably upon us."
So
no sale was effected. Facts learned during his investigation of this
business man's delivery problem led the salesman to make suggestions that
eliminated waste and increased the effectiveness of his horse rigs.
About a year later, however, this business man sent for the salesman again.
He contemplated motorized hauling for another company of which he was the
president. After two days' study the salesman reported that motor trucks
were practicable and that he needed about five of them.
"All
right—fill out the contract," directed the business man.
"Don't you want to know how these trucks are going to make you money?" asked
the salesman.
"No;
if you say I need five trucks, then I know that's just what I need!"
A new kind of salesmanship is being
developed in many lines of business—and particularly in the rebuilding of
sales organizations made necessary by the ending of the war and return to
peace production. "Study your goods," was the salesman's axiom yesterday.
"Study your customer's problem," is the viewpoint to-day; and it is
transforming the salesman and sales methods.
Indeed, the word salesman tends to
disappear under this new viewpoint, for the organization which was once
charged largely with disposing of goods may now be so intimately involved in
technical studies of the customers' problems that selling is a secondary
part of its work. The Sales Department is being renamed, and known as the
Advisory Department or the Research Staff; while the salesman himself
becomes a Technical Counsel or Engineering Adviser.
Camouflage? No; simply better expression
of broader functions.
As a salesman, probably he gave much
attention to the approach and argument with which he gained his customer's
attention and confidence. But, with his new viewpoint and method of attack,
perhaps the first step is asking permission to study the customer's
transportation needs, or accounting routine, or power plant—or whatever
section of the latter's business is involved.
The experience of the thick-spectacled
motor-truck salesman was typical. Originally he sold passenger cars. Then
came the war, with factory facilities centered on munitions and motor
trucks. There being no more passenger cars to sell, they switched him over
into the motor-truck section. There he floundered for a while, trying to
develop sales arguments along the old lines. But the old arguments did not
seem to fit, somehow.
It might have been possible to
demonstrate the superior construction of his motor truck; but competitors
would meet point with point, and customers were not interested in
technicalities anyway. He tried service as an argument; but that was largely
a promise of what motor trucks would do for people after they bought them,
and competitors could always promise just as much, and a little more.
Company reputation? His company had a
fine one—but motor-truck purchasers wanted to know the cost of moving
freight. Price? No argument at all, because only one other concern made
motor trucks calling for so great an initial investment.
So Thick-Specs, being naturally serious
and solid, began to dig into motor trucks from the standpoint of the
customer. He got permission to investigate delivery outfits in many lines.
Selling a five-ton motor truck to many a business man was often equivalent
to letting Johnny play with a loaded machine gun. Such a vehicle combined
the potentiality of moving from fifty to seventy-five tons of freight daily,
according to routing and the number of hours employed; but it involved a
daily expense of twenty-five dollars.
The purchaser could lose money in two
ways at swift ratios, and perhaps unsuspectingly: He might not use his full
hauling capacity each day or would use it only half the year, during his
busy season. Or he might underestimate costs by overlooking such items as
interest and depreciation.
Thick-Specs' first actual sale was not a
motor truck at all, but a motorcycle, made by another company. Within three
months, however, this motorcycle added two big trucks to a fleet of one
dozen operated by a wholesale firm. That concern had good trucks, and kept
them in a well-equipped garage, where maintenance was good. But at least
once daily there would be a road breakdown. Usually this is a minor matter,
but it ties up the truck while its puzzled driver tries to locate the
trouble.
When a motorcycle was bought for the
garage, drivers were forbidden to tamper with machinery on the road—they
telephoned in to the superintendent. By answering each call on his own
motorcycle—about an hour daily—the repairman kept equipment in such good
shape that valuable extra service was secured from the fleet each day.
The salesman-adviser did not originate
this scheme himself, but discovered it in another concern's motor-truck
organization; in fact, this is the advantage the salesman-adviser
enjoys—acquaintance with a wide range of methods and the knack of carrying a
good wrinkle from one business to another. He brings the outside point of
view; and, because modern business runs toward narrow specialization, the
outside point of view is pretty nearly always welcome, provided it is honest
and sensible.
In another case he had to dig and invent
to meet a peculiar situation.
There was a coal company working under a
handicap in household deliveries. Where a residence stood back from the
sidewalk coal had often to be carried from the motor truck in baskets. This
kept the truck waiting nearly an hour. A motor truck's
time is worth several dollars hourly. If
the coal could have been dumped on the sidewalk and carried in later,
releasing the truck, that would have saved expense and made more deliveries
possible.
A city ordinance prohibited dumping coal
on the sidewalk except by permit. Coal men had never tried to have that
ordinance changed. But the salesman-adviser went straight to the city
authorities and, by figures showing the expense and waste involved, secured
a modification, so that his customer, the coal company, got a blanket permit
for dumping coal and gave bonds as an assurance against abuse of the
privilege. Then a little old last year's runabout was bought and followed
the coal trucks with a crew to carry the coal indoors, clearing sidewalks
quickly.
This salesman-adviser's philosophy was
as simple as it was sound. Confidence is the big factor in selling, he
reasoned. Your customer will have confidence in you if he feels that you are
square and also knows what you are talking about. By diligent study of
gasoline hauling problems in various lines of business he gained practical
knowledge and after that had only to apply his knowledge from the customer's
side of the problem.
"Put it another way," he said: "Suppose
you had a factory and expected to run it only one year. There would not be
time to get returns on a costly machine showing economies over a five-year
period; but if you intended to run your factory on a five-year basis, then
that machine might be highly profitable.
"In sales work it was just the same; if
you were selling for this year's profit alone, you'd close every sale
regardless of your customer's welfare. Let the purchaser beware! But if you
meant to sell on the five-year basis, then confidence is the big investment,
and the most profitable sale very often one you refuse to make for immediate
results."
He had a fine following when the draft
reached him; and during the eight months he spent in an Army uniform he
utilized his knowledge of gasoline transportation as an expert in Uncle
Sam's motor service. Upon being discharged he returned to his job and his
customers, and to-day the concern with which he is connected is taking steps
to put all its motor-truck salesmen on this advisory basis.
War shot its sales force to pieces—the
Army and the Navy reached out for men and tied up production facilities; so
there was nothing to sell. But war also gave a clean slate for planning a
new sales force.
As old salesmen return and new men are
taken on for sales instruction, this concern trains them—not with the old
sales manual, by standard approach and systematic sales argument, but by
sending them out into the field to study gasoline hauling problems. They
secure permission to investigate trucking methods of contractors, department
stores, wholesale merchants, coal dealers, truck owners hauling interstate
freight, mills, factories and other lines of business. They investigate the
kinds and quantities of stuff to be moved, the territory and roads covered,
the drivers, the garage facilities. They ride behind typical loads and check
up running time, delays, breakdowns, gasoline and oil consumption.
Engineering teaches people to think in
curves. This youngster had to make a curve of the grocer's trucking before
he could visualize it himself. His curve included factors like increase in
stuff that had been hauled during the past three years and additions to the
motor equipment. When you have a healthy curve showing any business
activity, the logical thing to do, after bringing it right down to date, is
to let it run out into the future at its own angle. This was done with the
grocery curve, and its future extension indicated that not more than three
months later the grocery house would need about four more five-ton motor
trucks.
Closer investigation of facts behind the
curve revealed an unusual growth in sugar hauling, due to the increase in
supply and removal of consumer war restrictions. And that grocery concern
bought additional trucks for sugar within two months. With the insight made
possible by such a curve a salesman might safely have ordered the trucks
without his customer's knowledge and driven them up to his door the day the
curve showed they were needed.
"Here are the trucks you wanted to haul
that sugar."
"Good work! Drive 'em in!"
What has been found to be sound sales
policy in the motor truck business applies to many other lines. Yesterday
the salesman of technical apparatus sought the customer with a catalogue and
a smile—and a large ignorance of the technical problems. To-day that kind of
selling is under suspicion, because purchasers of technical equipment have
been led to buy on superficial selling points and left to work out for
themselves complex technicalities that belong to the manufacturer of the
equipment.
In the West during recent years a large
number of pumps of a certain type have been sold for irrigating purposes.
Purchasers bought from the catalogue-and-smile type of salesman, hooked
their pumps up to a power plant—and found that they lifted only about half
the number of gallons a minute promised in the catalogue. Manufacturers
honestly believed those pumps would do the work indicated in their ratings.
They had not allowed for variations in capacity where pumps were installed
under many different conditions and run by different men. The situation
called for investigation at the customer's end; when it was discovered that
these pumps ought to be rated with an allowance for loss of capacity a half
to two-thirds of the power, due to friction and lost power.
It might have been dangerous for the
salesman to show up again in an irrigation district where a lot of his pumps
were "acting up," armed only with his catalogue and smile. But when an
engineer appeared from the pump company to help customers out of their
difficulties, he won confidence immediately and made additional sales
because people felt that he knew what he was talking about.
The superintendent of a big machinery
concern found that his expense for cutting oils was constantly rising.
Salesmen had followed salesmen, recommending magic brands of the stuff; yet
each new barrel of oil seemed to do less work than the last—and cost more in
dollars.
One day a new kind of visitor showed up
and sent in the card of a large oil company. He was not a salesman, but an
investigator of oil problems. The superintendent took him through the plant.
He studied the work being done by screw-cutting machines, lathes and other
equipment operated with cutting oil. Where salesmen had recommended brands
without technical knowledge of either the work to be done or the composition
of the oil, this stranger wrote specifications that cut down the percentage
of costly lard oil used on some work; and he eliminated it altogether on
others.
Moreover, he pointed out sheer losses of
oil by picking up a handful of metal cuttings from a box, letting them drip,
measuring the oil that accumulated and recommending a simple device for
reclaiming that oil before the waste metal was sold.
This new viewpoint in selling is
developing in so many lines that to enumerate them would be to make a
national directory of business concerns manufacturing milling machinery,
office devices, manufacturing and
structural materials, equipment for the farm and the mine.
People who purchase such products have
been accustomed to meeting two different representatives of manufacturers:
First, the salesman skilled in selling, but deficient in technical
knowledge.
"This chap is here to see how much he
can get out of me," said the prospective consumer to himself; and he was on
his guard to see that the visitor got as little as possible, either in the
way of orders or information.
The other representative came from the
mechanical department to see how present equipment was running, or perhaps
to "shoot trouble." He was long on technical knowledge, but probably dumb
when it came to salesmanship.
"This fellow is here to help me out of
my troubles," said the customer. "I'll see how much I can get out of him."
Presently manufacturers of equipment
woke up to the fact that their mechanical men—inspectors and trouble
shooters—had a basis of confidence which the salesman pure and simple was
rapidly losing. Moreover, the technical man gained a knowledge of the
customer's requirements that furnished the best foundation for selling new
equipment.
The salesman discovered the technical
man and went to him for tips on new equipment needed by customers whose
plants he had visited. The technical man also discovered the salesman, for
it was plain enough that equipment well sold—skillfully adjusted to the
customer's needs—gave the least margin for trouble shooting.
So there has been a meeting of minds;
and to-day the salesman studies the technicalities, and the technical man is
learning salesmanship, and their boss is standing behind them both with a
new policy. This is the policy of performance, not promises—service before
sales. Under that policy the very terms salesmanship and sales department
are beginning to disappear, to be replaced by new nomenclature, which more
accurately indicates what a manufacturer's representative can do for the
customer, and gives him access to the latter on the basis of confidence and
good will.
(Munsey's Magazine)
THE ACCIDENT THAT GAVE US WOOD-PULP PAPER
How a Mighty Modern Industry Owed its Beginning to Gottfried Keller and a
Wasp
BY PARKE F. HANLEY
On the day when President Wilson was inaugurated to his second term, this
country had its fiftieth anniversary of the introduction of wood-pulp. Were
it not for a series of lucky chances that developed into opportunity, this
wood-pulp anniversary might have remained for our children's children.
Have you ever given thought to the accidentalism of many great discoveries?
The element of haphazard is generally combined with a series of
coincidences. Looking back over the developments that led to gigantic
contributions to our civilization, one cannot fail to be struck by the
coordination of events. Apparently there always has been a conspiracy of
natural forces to compel men of thought and resourcefulness to add another
asset to progress.
Your earliest school readers have been full of these—for instance, Watt and
his steam-kettle, Franklin and his kite. Now the youngsters are reading that
the Wrights derived a fundamental principle of aviation—the warping-tip—from
the flight of crows. With the awe comes a disquieting thought. How far back
should we be were it not for these fortuitous circumstances?
Among all the great things that have been given to the world in the last
three-quarters of a century, few measure beside the wood-pulp industry. With
its related trades and sciences, it is comprised within the ten great
activities of mankind. In manufacture and distribution, it employs an army
matching in size the Russian battle hordes. Its figures of investment and
production are comparable to the debts of the great war.
Yet it remained for a wasp and Gottfried Keller to bring us out of the era
of rag paper. Together, they saved us from a retardation of universal
thought. Therefore, let us consider the agents.
First, the wasp. She was one of a family of several hundreds, born in the
Hartz Mountains in the year 1839. When death claimed most of her relatives
at the end of the season allotted as the life of a wasp, this survivor, a
queen wasp, became the foundress of a
family of her own. She built her nest of selected wood-fibers, softened them
to a pulp with her saliva, and kneaded them into cells for her larvæ. Her
family came forth in due course, and their young wings bore them out into
the world. The nest, having served its purpose, was abandoned to the sun and
the rain.
Maeterlinck, who attributes emotions to
plants and souls to bees, might wrap a drama of destiny about this insect.
She would command a leading place in a cast which included the butterfly
that gave silk to the world, the mosquito that helped to prove the germ
theory of disease, and the caterpillar that loosed the apple which revealed
the law of gravitation to Sir Isaac Newton.
As to Keller, he was a simple German, by
trade a paper-maker and by avocation a scientist of sorts. One day in
1840—and this marks the beginning of the accidents—returning home from his
mill, he trod upon the abandoned nest. Had not the tiny dwelling been
deserted, he probably would have cherished nothing but bitter reflections
about the irascibility of wasps. As it was, he stooped to see the ruin he
had wrought.
The crushed nest lay soft in his hand,
soft and pliable, and yet tough in texture. It was as soft as his own
rag-made paper. It was not paper, and yet it was very much like paper.
Crumbling It in his fingers, he decided that its material was wood-pulp.
Keller was puzzled to know how so minute
a creature had welded wood into a paperlike nest. His state of mind passed
to interest, thence to speculation, and finally to investigation. He carried
his problem and its possibilities to his friend, Heinrich Voelter, a master
mechanic. Together they began experiments. They decided to emulate the wasp.
They would have to granulate the wood as she had done. The insect had
apparently used spruce; they used spruce under an ordinary grindstone. Hot
water served as a substitute for the wasp's salivary juices.
Their first attempts gave them a pulp
astonishingly similar to that resulting from the choicest rags. They carried
the pulp through to manufacture, with a small proportion of rags added—and
they had paper. It was good paper, paper that had strength. They found that
it possessed an unlooked-for advantage in its quick absorption of
printing-ink.
Have you followed the chain of
accidents, coincidences, and fortunate circumstances? Suppose the wasp had
not left her nest in Keller's path. What if he had been in haste, or had
been driven off by the queen's yellow-jacketed soldiers? What if he
had no curiosity, if he had not been a
paper-maker, if he had not enjoyed acquaintance with Voelter? Wood-pulp
might never have been found.
Leaving Gottfried Keller and Voelter in
their hour of success, we find, sixteen years afterward, two other Germans,
Albrecht and Rudolf Pagenstecher, brothers, in the export trade in New York.
They were pioneering in another field. They were shipping petroleum to
Europe for those rising young business men, John D. and William Rockefeller.
They were seeking commodities for import when their cousin, Alberto
Pagenstecher, arrived from the fatherland with an interesting bit of news.
"A few weeks ago, in a paper-mill in the
Hartz, I found them using a new process," he said. "They are making paper
out of wood. It serves. Germany is printing its newspapers on wood-pulp
paper."
To his cousins it seemed preposterous
that wood could be so converted, but Alberto was convincing. He showed them
Voelter's patent grants and pictures of the grinders. The Pagenstechers went
to Germany, and when they returned they brought two of the grinders—crude
affairs devised for the simple purpose of pressing wood upon a stone. They
also brought with them several German mechanics.
A printer in New York, named Strang, had
already secured the United States rights of the new process. He was engaged
in the manufacture of calendered paper, and, therefore, had no occasion to
use wood-pulp; so he was willing to surrender the patents in exchange for a
small interest.
The Pagenstechers wanted water-power for
their grinders, and they located their first mill beside Stockbridge Bowl,
in Curtisville, now Interlaken, Massachusetts. On an outlay of eleven
thousand dollars their mill was built and their machinery installed. Two or
three trials, with cotton waste added to the ground wood, gave them their
paper. Their first product was completed on the 5th of March, 1867.
It was a matter of greater difficulty to
dispose of the stock. The trade fought against the innovation. Finally
Wellington Smith, of the near-by town of Lee, Massachusetts, was persuaded
to try it. Rag-paper had been selling at twenty-four cents a pound. Smith's
mill still exhibits the first invoice with the Pagenstechers, which shows
the purchase of wood-paper at eleven cents.
The paper was hauled to Lee in the dead
of night, for Smith's subordinates
wished to spare him from the laughter of his fellow millmen. It was sold,
and proved successful, and the Pagenstechers were rushed with orders. They
built a second mill in Luzeme, New York, but abandoned it soon afterward for
the greater water-power to be obtained at Palmer's Falls, where now stands
the second largest mill in the United States.
Manufacturers tumbled over themselves to
get the benefit of the new process. The originators in this country held the
patent rights until 1884, letting them out on royalties until that time.
With each new plant the price of paper fell, until at one period it sold at
one and a half cents a pound.
Trial had proved that spruce was the
only suitable wood for the pulp. Until 1891 rags were combined in about
one-quarter proportion. Then it was found that other coniferous woods might
be used to replace the rags, after being submitted to what is called the
sulfite process. In this treatment small cubes of wood, placed in a vat,
have their resinous properties extracted, and the wood is disintegrated. A
combination of ground and sulfite wood makes the paper now used for
news-print.
As has been told, the primary advantage
of the wood-pulp paper was its immediate absorption of ink. This made
possible much greater speed in printing, and led in turn to the development
of the great modern newspaper and magazine presses, fed by huge rolls of
paper, which they print on both sides simultaneously. These wonderful
machines have now reached the double-octuple stage—monsters capable of
turning out no less than five thousand eight-page newspapers in a single
minute, or three hundred thousand in an hour.
With the evolution from the flat-bed to
the web or rotary presses there came further development in
typesetting-machines—the linotype, the monotype, and others. With paper and
presses brought to such simplification, newspapers have sprouted in every
town, almost every village, and the total number of American periodicals is
counted by tens of thousands. There are magazines that have a circulation of
more than a million copies weekly. The leading daily newspapers in New York
print anywhere from one hundred thousand copies to four times as many, and
they can put extra editions on the streets at fifteen-minute intervals.
The aggregate circulation of daily
newspapers in the United States is close to forty million copies. Weekly
newspapers and periodicals reach fifty millions, and monthly publications
mount almost to one hundred millions;
and all this would be impossible without wood-pulp paper.
The annual production of wood-pulp in
the United States and Canada is estimated by Albrecht Pagenstecher, the
survivor of the innovators, to be worth nearly five hundred millions of
dollars. Take into consideration the hundreds of thousands employed in the
mills, the men who cut and bring in the raw product, the countless number in
the printing, publishing, and distributing trades. Then hark back to the
accident that put the wasp's nest under the toe of Gottfried Keller!
(Providence Journal)
One zinc-etching illustration
reproducing an old wood-cut of the ship, with the caption, "The Savannah,
First Steamship That Crossed the Ocean."
CENTENNIAL OF THE FIRST STEAMSHIP TO CROSS THE ATLANTIC
(7-column head)
One hundred years ago this week there was launched at New York the ship
Savannah, which may be called the father of the scores of steamers that are
now carrying our soldiers and supplies from the New World to the Old World.
The Savannah was the first ship equipped with steam power to cross the
Atlantic ocean. It made the trip in 25 days, using both sails and engine,
and the arrival of the strange craft at Liverpool was the cause of unusual
stir among our English cousins. Like every step from the beaten path the
idea of steam travel between the New World and the Old World was looked upon
with much scepticism and it was not until about 20 years later that regular,
or nearly regular, steamer service was established.
The launching of the Savannah took place on Aug. 22, 1818. It was not
accompanied by the ceremony that is accorded many of the boats upon similar
occasions to-day. As a matter of fact, it is probable that only a few
persons knew that the craft was intended for a transatlantic trip. The keel
of the boat was laid with the idea of building a sailing ship, and the craft
was practically completed before Capt. Moses Rogers, the originator of the
venture, induced Scarborough & Isaacs, ship merchants of
Savannah, to buy her and fit her with a
steam engine for service between Savannah and Liverpool.
The ship, which was built by Francis
Fickett, was 100 feet long, 28 feet broad and 14 feet deep. It had three
masts which, of course, were of far greater importance in making progress
toward its destination than was the steam engine.
Capt. Rogers had gained a reputation for
great courage and skill in sailing. He had already had the honor of
navigating the sea with a steamer, taking the New Jersey from New York to
the Chesapeake in 1816, a voyage which was then thought to be one of great
danger for such a vessel.
It was natural, then, that he was
especially ambitious to go down in history as the first master of a steam
ship to cross the ocean. As soon as the vessel had been purchased by the
Savannah ship merchants, the work of installing the engine was begun. This
was built by Stephen Vail of Speedwell, N.J., and the boiler by David Dod of
Elizabeth, N. J.
The paddle-wheels were made of iron and
were "detachable," so that the sections could be removed and laid on the
deck. This was done when it was desired to proceed under canvas exclusively
and was also a precaution in rough weather.
In short, the Savannah was an auxiliary
steamer, a combination of steam and sail that later became well known in
shipping. This is much like the early development of the gasoline marine
engine, which was an auxiliary to the sail, a combination that is still
used.
Capt. Rogers took the boat from New York
to Savannah in eight days and 15 hours, using steam on this trip for 41½
hours. On May 26, 1819, under Capt. Rogers, the Savannah set sail from her
home port for Liverpool and made the trip in 25 days.
As long as the trip took, the voyage was
considerably shorter than the average for the sailing ship in 1819, and this
reduction in time was accomplished in spite of the fact that the Savannah
ran into much unfavorable weather. Capt. Rogers used steam on 18 of the 25
days and doubtless would have resorted to engine power more of the time
except for the fact that at one stage of the voyage the fuel was exhausted.
It was natural that the arrival of the
steamer in English waters should not have been looked upon with any great
favor by the Englishmen. In addition to the jeers of the sceptical, the
presence of vessels was accompanied by suspicion on the part of the naval
authorities, and the merchants were not favorably impressed.
When the Savannah approached the English
coast with her single stack giving forth volumes of dense black smoke, it
was thought by those on shore that she was a ship on fire, and British
men-of-war and revenue cutters set out to aid her. When the truth was known,
consternation reigned among the English officers. They were astonished at
the way the craft steamed away from them after they had rushed to assist
what they thought was a ship in distress.
The reception of the Savannah at
Liverpool was not particularly cordial. Some of the newspapers even
suggested that "this steam operation may, in some manner, be connected with
the ambitious views of the United States."
A close watch was kept on the boat while
she lay in British waters, and her departure was welcome. In the second
volume of "Memoranda of a Residence at the Court of St. James," Richard
Rush, then American Minister in London, includes a complete log of the
Savannah. Dispatch No. 76 from Minister Rush reports the arrival of the ship
and the comment that was caused by its presence as follows:
London, July 3,1819.
Sir—On the 20th of last month arrived at
Liverpool from the United States the steamship Savannah, Capt. Rogers,
being the first vessel of that description that ever crossed the sea, and
having excited equal admiration and astonishment as she entered port under
the power of her steam.
She is a fine ship of 320 tons burden
and exhibits in her construction, no less than she has done in her
navigation across the Atlantic, a signal trophy of American enterprise and
skill upon the ocean.
I learn from Capt. Rogers, who has
come to London and been with me, that she worked with great ease and
safety on the voyage, and used her steam full 18 days.
Her engine acts horizontally and is
equal to a 72 horsepower. Her wheels, which are of iron, are on the sides,
and removable at pleasure. The fuel laid in was 1500 bushels of coal,
which got exhausted on her entrance into the Irish Channel.
The captain assures me that the
weather in general was extremely unfavorable, or he would have made a much
shorter passage; besides that, he was five days delayed in the channel for
want of coal. I have the honor to be, etc.,
RICHARD RUSH.
To have made the first voyage across the
Atlantic Ocean under steam was a great accomplishment and brought no little
credit to Capt. Rogers and the United States. Pioneers in many ventures, the
American people had added another honor to their record. And this was even
more of a credit because in those early days skilled workmen were
comparatively few on these shores and the machine shops had not reached a
stage of efficiency that came a short time later.
There were, of course, in 1819 men who
had developed into mechanics and there were shops of some account, as the
steamboat for short trips had been in existence for some years. But the
whole enterprise of planning a steam voyage in which the boat should be
headed due east was characteristic of the boldness and bravery of the
Americans.
The Savannah did not return to the
States directly from England. It steamed from Liverpool to St. Petersburg
and brought forth further comment from the Old World. She proved that the
marine steam engine and side-wheels were practicable for deep-sea
navigation. The idea of transatlantic travel under steam had been born and
it was only necessary to develop the idea to "shorten the distance" between
the two continents.
This pioneer voyage, however, was then
looked upon more as a novelty than as the inception of a new method of
long-distance travel. The trip had failed to demonstrate that steam was an
entirely adequate substitute for the mast and sail in regular service.
Since the Savannah was primarily a
sailing vessel, the loss of steam power by the crippling of the engine would
not be serious, as she could continue on her way with paddle-wheels removed
and under full sail.
It was 19 years later that the idea of
employing vessels propelled by steam in trade between the United States and
England came under the serious consideration of merchants and ship builders.
In the interval the marine boiler and the engines had been improved until
they had passed the stage of experiment, and coasting voyages had become
common on both sides of the Atlantic.
The beginning of real transatlantic
steam voyages was made by the Sirius and the Great Western. The latter boat
had been built especially for trips across the ocean and the former was
taken from the Cork and London line. The Sirius started from Liverpool on
April 4, 1838, and the Great Western four days
later. They arrived in New York within 24
hours of each other, the Sirius at 10 p.m. on April 22 and the Great Western
at 3 o'clock the following afternoon. Neither of the vessels carried much
sail.
These boats gave more or less irregular
service until withdrawn because of their failure to pay expenses. In 1839
the Cunard Company was formed and the paddle steamers Britannia, Arcadia,
Columbia, and Caledonia were put into service.
From that time on the steamer developed
with great rapidity, the value of which was never more demonstrated than at
the present time. It will always be remembered, however, that this Capt.
Rogers with his crude little Savannah was the man whose bold enterprise gave
birth to the idea of transatlantic travel under steam.
(A syndicate Sunday magazine section of
the Harrisburg Patriot)
SEARCHING FOR THE LOST ATLANTIS
By GROSVENOR A. PARKER
Not so long ago a stubby tramp steamer nosed its way down the English
Channel and out into the Atlantic. Her rusty black bow sturdily shouldered
the seas aside or shoved through them with an insistence that brought an
angry hail of spray on deck. The tramp cared little for this protest of the
sea or for the threats of more hostile resistance. Through the rainbow
kicked up by her forefoot there glimmered and beckoned a mirage of wealthy
cities sunk fathoms deep and tenanted only by strange sea creatures. For the
tramp and her crew there was a stranger goal than was ever sought by an
argosy of legend. The lost cities of Atlantis and all the wealth that they
contain was the port awaiting the searchers under the rim of the western
ocean.
It's no wild-goose chase that had started thus unromantically. The men who
hope to gain fame and fortune by this search are sure of their ground and
they have all the most modern mechanical and electrical aids for their
quest. On the decks of their ship two submarine boats are cradled in heavy
timbers. One of them is of the usual type, but the other looks like a
strange fantasy of another Jules Verne. A great electric eye peers
cyclops-wise over the bow and reaching ahead of the blunt nose are huge
crab-like claws delicate enough to pick up a gold piece and strong enough to
tear a wall apart.
These under-water craft are only a part
of the equipment that Bernard Meeker, a young Englishman, has provided to
help him in his search for the lost city. There are divers' uniforms
specially strengthened to resist the great pressure under which the men must
work. Huge electric lamps like searchlights to be lowered into the ocean
depths and give light to the workers are stacked close beside powerful
generators in the ship's hold. In the chart room there are rolls of strange
maps plotting out the ocean floor, and on a shelf by itself rests the
tangible evidence that this search means gold. It is a little bowl of
strange design which was brought up by a diver from the bottom of the
Caribbean. When this bowl first came to light it was supposed to be part of
loot from a sunken Spanish galleon, but antiquarians could find nothing in
the art of the Orient, or Africa, or of Peru and Mexico to bear out this
theory. Even the gold of which it was made was an alloy of a different type
from anything on record.
It was this that gave Meeker his first
idea that there was a city under the sea. He found out the exact spot from
which the divers had recovered the bowl, and compared the reckonings with
all the ancient charts which spoke of the location of fabled Atlantis. In
one old book he located the lost city as being close to the spot where the
divers had been, and with this as a foundation for his theories he asked
other questions of the men who had explored that hidden country. Their tale
only confirmed his belief.
"The floor of the sea is covered with
unusual coral formation," one of them told him, "but it was the queerest
coral I ever saw. It looked more like stone walls and there was a pointed
sort of arch which was different from any coral arch I had ever seen."
That was enough to take Meeker to the
Caribbean to see for himself. He won't tell what he found, beyond the fact
that he satisfied himself that the "coral" was really stone walls pierced by
arched doors and windows.
Meeker kept all his plans secret and
might have sailed away on his treasure hunt without making any stir if he
had not been careless enough to name one of his submarines "Atlantis." He
had given out that he was sailing for Yucatan to search for evidence of
prehistoric civilization. It is true that the shores of Yucatan are covered
with the remnants of great cities but the word "Atlantis" awoke suspicion.
Questions followed and Meeker had to admit the bare facts of his secret.
"Only half a dozen men know the supposed
location of Atlantis," he said, just
before sailing, "and we don't intend to let any others into the secret.
Those who have furnished the money for the expedition have done so in the
hope of solving the mystery of the lost continent, and without thought for
the profit. The divers and the other men of the crew have the wildest dreams
of finding hoarded wealth. It is not at all impossible that their dreams
will come true, and that they will be richly rewarded. At any rate they
deserve it, for the work will be dangerous.
"Our plans are simple enough. With the
submarine of the usual type we will first explore that part of the sea
bottom which our charts cover. This vessel has in its conning tower a
powerful searchlight which will reveal at least the upper portions of any
buildings that may be there. For work in greater depths we will have to
depend on the 'Atlantis' with its special equipment of ballast tanks and its
hatch-ways for the divers.
"You see, we do not plan to lower the
divers from the steamer or from a raft. Instead they will step directly out
on the sea floor from a door in the submarine which opens out of an air
chamber. In this the diver can be closed and the air pressure increased
until it is high enough to keep out the water. All that he has to do then is
to open the door and step out, trailing behind him a much shorter air hose
and life line than would hamper him if he worked from the surface. The air
hose is armored with steel links so that there will be no danger of an
inquisitive shark chopping it in two."
Previous to the diver's exploration the
claws of the "Atlantis" will search out the more promising places in the
ruins. These claws work on a joint operated electrically, and on the tip of
each is a sensitive electrical apparatus which sets off a signal in the
conning tower of the submarine. Crawling over the bottom like a strange
monster, the claws will also help to avoid collisions with walls when the
depths of the water veils the power of the searchlight.
There is, in addition, a small electric
crane on the nose of the submarine so that heavy objects can be borne to the
surface. Meeker does not expect to gain much in the way of heavy relics of
the lost city, for certain parts of the sea bottom are so covered with ooze
that he believes it only possible to clear it away through suction hose long
enough to make quick observation possible. The subaqueous lights which will
help this work are powerful Tungsten lamps enclosed in a steel shell with a
heavy prismatic lens at the bottom. These lamps are connected to the power
plant on the steamer by armored cables
and will develop 5,000 candle power each.
The generating station on the parent
ship of the expedition, as the rusty tramp is known, is as extensive as
those on a first class liner or a dreadnought. Little of the power will go
for the benefit of the steamer though. Its purpose is to furnish the light
for the swinging Tungstens and to charge the great storage batteries of the
submarines. These batteries run the many motors on which depends the success
of the work. If it were not for electricity, the searchers would be
handicapped. As it is they call to their aid all the strong magic of modern
days.
"Accident that Gave Us Wood-Pulp Paper, The,"
356
Adventure as a source of interest,
41
Agricultural journals,
11,
20,
23
articles in,
29,
30,
31,
32,
33,
34,
78
examples of articles in,
81,
248,
341
excerpts from,
127,128,
156
Aims in feature writing,
46
Alliteration in titles,
179
Amateur writers, opportunities for,
7,
12
American Magazine, articles from,
76,
87
excerpt from,
158
Amusements as a source of interest,
42
Analysis of articles on factory school,
107,
116
Analysis of special articles,
22
outline for,
201
Animals as a source of interest,
41
Appeals, kinds of,
39
combinations of,
45
"Arbor Day Advice,"
57
Arrangement of material,
101
Balance in titles,
179
"Bedroom in Burlap, A,"
68
Beginnings,
131
structure of,
131
types of,
132
Boston Herald, article from,
204
Boston Transcript, articles from,
209,
326
excerpt from,
145
"Boys in Search of Jobs,"
209
"Brennan Mono-Rail Car,"
274
Browning, John M., personality sketch of,
89
"By Parcel Post,"
341
Camera, use of, for illustrations,
194
Captions for illustrations,
196
"Centennial of First Steamship to Cross the Atlantic,"
360
Chicago Tribune, excerpt from,
159
Children as a source of interest,
41
Christian Science Monitor, article from,
206
Clark, Thomas Arkle, personality sketch of,
87
Class publications,
11,
20,
23
College training for writing,
16
Collier's Weekly, excerpt from,
139
Collins, James H., article by,
349
Confession articles,
32,
70
examples of,
71
"Confessions of a College Professor's Wife,"
307
Contests for supremacy as a source of interest,
41
Correspondents as feature writers,
6
Cosgrove, John O'Hara, on Sunday magazine sections,
9
"County Service Station, A,"
248
Country Gentleman, articles from,
248,
341
excerpt from,
156
Cover page for manuscripts,
183
form for,
184
Crime, presentation of,
47
Curiosity as a qualification for writers,
15
Definition of special feature article,
4
Delineator, article from,
293
excerpt from,
152
Descriptive beginnings,
138
Designer, article from,
68
Detroit News, article from,
260
excerpt from,
125
Diction,
161
Direct address beginnings,
157
Direct address titles,
178
Drawings for illustrations,
197
mailing of,
197
Eaton, Walter Prichard, article by;
326
Editorial readers,
187
Editors, point of view of,
19
Entertainment as purpose of articles,
47
wholesome,
47
Ethics of feature writing,
23,
47
Everybody's Magazine, article from,
281
Every Week, article from,
72
Examples, methods of presenting,
118
Exposition by narration and description,
52
Factory school, articles on,
102,
107,
115
Familiar things as a source of interest,
42
Farm and Fireside, article from,
81
Farm journals,
11,
20,
23,
78
articles in,
29,
30,
31,
32,
33,
34
examples of articles in,
81,
248,
341
excerpts from,
127,
128,
156
Figures of speech, as element of style,
163
in beginnings,
144
in titles,
176
Filing material,
38
"Forty Years Bartered for What?"
76
"Four Men of Humble Birth Hold World Destiny,"
305
Free-Lance writers,
6
Gardiner, A.G., personality sketch of former kaiser by,
166,
167
"Gentle Art of Blowing Bottles, The,"
233
Gibbon, Perceval, article by,
274
"Girls and a Camp,"
213
Good Housekeeping, excerpts from,
141,
151
Greeley Smith, Nixola, article by,
115
"Guarding a City's Water Supply,"
260
Harper's Monthly, excerpt from,
150
Harper's Weekly, excerpt from,
146
Hartswick, F. Gregory, article by,
233
Headlines,
170
types of,
173
methods of framing,
180
Hendrick, Burton J., article by,
53
How-to-do-something articles,
49,
78
examples of,
68,
79
How-to-do-something units,
127
Hungerford, Edward, article by,
218
Ideals in feature writing,
23,
47
Illustrated World, excerpt from,
144
Illustrations, value of,
193
photographs for,
194
requirements for,
195
captions for,
196
mailing of,
197
Imperative beginnings,
157
Imperative titles,
178
Incidents, methods of presenting,
122
Independent, article from,
233
excerpt from,
140
Indian princess, interview with,
59
Information, trivial vs. significant,
49
Informative articles,
49
Instances, methods of presenting,
118
Interest, sources of,
39
Interview type of article,
56
examples of,
57
Interview on Arbor Day,
57
with Indian princess,
59
"Job Lady, The,"
293
Journalism, college courses in,
17
"Just Like Pocahontas of 300 Years Ago,"
59
Kaempffert, Waldemar, on scientific subjects,
27
Kansas City Star, article from,
299
excerpts from,
133,
145,
147,
154
Label titles,
173
Length of articles,
100
Leslie's Weekly, excerpts from,
135,
148,
157
London Daily News, excerpt from,
166,
167
Magazines, as field for articles,
11
contributors to,
11
study of,
21
Manuscripts, form for,
182,
184
mailing,
186
in editorial offices,
187
rejected,
188
accepted,
189
Manuscript record,
190
McClure's Magazine, article from,
274
excerpts from,
53,
151
McClure Newspaper Syndicate,
192
"Mark Twain's First Sweetheart,"
299
Milwaukee Journal, article from,
305
Munsey's Magazine, article from,
356
excerpts from,
136,
139
Mysteries as a source of interest,
40
Narrative article in third person,
91
examples of,
92
Narrative beginnings,
134
"Neighborhood Playhouse, The,"
240
"New Political Wedge, A,"
281
Newspaper Enterprise Association,
192
articles from,
89,
115
excerpt from,
152
Newspaper Feature Service,
192
excerpt from,
155
Newspaper work as training for magazine writing,
17
Newspapers, as field for articles,
5
characteristics of,
8
Sunday magazine sections of,
9
study of,
21
as source of subjects,
33
New York Evening Post, articles from,
213,
242
excerpt from,
150
New York Evening Sun, excerpt from,
154
New York Sun, article from,
336
New York Times, excerpts from,
119,
137,
145,
155,
158
New York Tribune, excerpts from,
129,
141
New York World, articles from,
92,
240
excerpt from,
133
Nose for news in feature writing,
14
Notebook, value of,
37
"Now the Public Kitchen,"
92
Observation, personal, as a source of subjects and material,
28
"Occupation and Exercise Cure, The,"
264
Official documents as a source of material,
34
Ohio State Journal, article from,
59
Origin of special feature articles,
3
Outline for analysis of feature articles,
201
Outline of articles on factory schools,
105-07
Outlining articles, value of,
99
method of,
105
Outlook, articles from,
95,
264
excerpts from,
126,
133,
135,
146,
156
Overline for illustrations,
197
"Paradise for a Penny, A,"
326
Paradoxical beginnings,
144
Paradoxical titles,
175
Paragraphs, length and structure of,
168
Payment, rate of,
7
time of,
190
Personality sketches,
85
examples of,
87
Personal experience articles,
62
examples of,
63
Personal experience as a source of subjects,
30
Personal observation as a source of subjects,
28
Personal success as a source of interest,
43
Philadelphia Public Ledger, excerpt from,
130
Photographs, value of,
193
securing,
194
requirements for,
195
sizes of,
195
captions for,
196
mailing of,
197
Pictorial Review, article from,
331
Planning an article,
99,
102
Popular Science Monthly, excerpt from,
147
Practical guidance articles,
49,
78
examples of,
79
Practical guidance units,
127
Processes, methods of presenting,
125
Prominence as a source of interest,
42
Providence Journal, article from,
360
excerpt from,
142
Purpose, definiteness of,
45
statement of,
50
Qualifications for feature writing,
14
Question beginnings,
153
Question titles,
177
Quiller-Couch, Sir Arthur, on jargon,
163
Quotation beginnings,
149
Quotation titles,
176
Railroad Man's Magazine, excerpt from,
148
Readers, editorial,
187
Readers, point of view of,
19,
20
Recipes, methods of presenting,
127
Reporters as feature writers,
6,
17
Revision of articles,
168
Rhyme in titles,
179
Romance as a source of interest,
41
"Sales without Salesmanship,"
349
San Francisco Call, excerpt from,
155
Saturday Evening Post, articles from,
218,
307,
349
Scandal, presentation of,
47
Scientific publications as a source of subjects and material,
27,
35
"Searching for the Lost Atlantis,"
364
Sentences, structure of,
165
length of,
166
Shepherd, William G., article by,
305
Siddall, John M., on curiosity,
15
on readers' point of view,
21
on making articles personal,
45
"Singular Story of the Mosquito Man, The,"
242
"Six Years of Tea Rooms,"
336
Slosson, Edwin E., on scientific and technical subjects,
27
Sources of subjects and material,
25
Space rates for feature articles,
7
Staff system on magazines,
11
Statistics, methods of presenting,
122
Stevenson, Frederick Boyd, on Sunday magazine sections,
10
Stovaine, beginning of article on,
53
Striking statement beginnings,
143
Striking statement titles,
175
Study of newspapers and magazines,
21
Style,
160
Subjects for feature articles,
25
Successful Farming, excerpts from,
127,
128
Summary beginnings,
132
Sunday magazine sections,
9
Syndicates,
6,
192
Syndicating articles,
191
System, article from,
79
excerpt from,
137
"Taking the School to the Factory,"
107
"Teach Children Love of Art Through Story-Telling,"
204
Technical publications as a source of subjects and material,
27,
35
"Ten Acres and a Living,"
81
"They Call Me the 'Hen Editor,'"
63
"Things We Learned to Do Without,"
72
Time of payment for articles,
190
Timeliness in feature articles,
39
Titles,
170
types of,
173
methods of framing,
180
"Tommy—Who Enjoys Straightening Out Things,"
87
Tractor and Gas Engine Review, excerpt from,
153
Trade journals,
11,
23
articles in,
30
article from,
79
excerpts from,
137,
153
Training for feature writing,
16
Types of beginnings,
131
Types of special articles,
55
Types of titles,
170
Typographical style,
183
Units in articles,
117
"Wanted: A Home Assistant,"
331
Weed, Inis H., article by,
281
Welfare of other persons as a source of interest,
43
Wheeler, Howard, on newspaper men as magazine writers,
18
"Where Girls Learn to Wield Spade and Hoe,"
206
White, Frank Marshall, article by,
264
"Who'll Do John's Work?"
79
Woman's Home Companion, article from,
63
Women as feature writers,
13
"Wonderful America! Thinks Little Austrian,"
116
Words, choice of,
161
Writers, opportunities for amateur,
7,
12
"Your Porter,"
218
EXPOSITORY WRITING
By MERVIN J. CURL. Gives freshmen and sophomores something to write about,
and helps them in their writing.
SENTENCES AND THINKING
By NORMAN FOERSTER, University of North Carolina, and J.M. STEDMAN, Jr.,
Emory University. A practice book in sentence-making for college freshmen.
A HANDBOOK OF ORAL READING
By LEE EMERSON BASSETT, Leland Stanford Junior University. Especial emphasis
is placed on the relation of thought and speech, technical vocal exercises
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ideas. Illustrative selections of both poetry and prose are freely employed.
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the student rather than that of the teacher.
THE RHETORICAL PRINCIPLES OF
NARRATION
By CARROLL LEWIS MAXCY, Williams College. A clear and thorough analysis of
the three elements of narrative writing, viz.: setting, character, and plot.
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By GERHARD R. LOMER, Ph.D., and MARGARET ASHMUN. A textbook for use in
college Freshman courses.
HOW TO WRITE SPECIAL FEATURE ARTICLES
By WILLARD G. BLEYER, University of Wisconsin. A textbook for classes in
Journalism and in advanced English Composition.
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Journalism as given in our colleges and universities, and at the same time
appeals to practical newspaper men.
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