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BILL'S SCHOOL AND MINE

A Collection of Essays on Education

by

WILLIAM SUDDARDS FRANKLIN

[Illustration of Author's Signature]







South Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
Franklin, Macnutt and Charles
Publishers of Educational Books
1913

All rights reserved

Copyright, 1913
By William S. Franklin

Press of
The New Era Printing Company
Lancaster, Pa.




DEDICATED
TO A UNIVERSITY
SUPPORTED AND CONTROLLED
BY THE PEOPLE OF
PENNSYLVANIA.




  The time will come when men will think of nothing but education.

                                                      NIETZSCHE.



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  Since the first of August, 1914, this prophecy of Nietzsche's has
shaped itself in the author's mind in an altered tense and in an
altered mood.--The time HAS come when men MUST think of nothing but
education; by education the author does not mean inconsequential
bookishness, and neither did Nietzsche!


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PREFACE.

  The greater part of the essay, _Bill's School and Mine,_ was written
in 1903, but the title and some of the material were borrowed from my
friend and college mate William Allen White in 1912, when the essay
was printed in the South Bethlehem _Globe_ to stimulate interest in a
local Playground Movement.

  The second essay, _The Study of Science,_ is taken from Franklin and
MacNutt's _Elements of Mechanics,_ The Macmillan Company, New York,
1908. I have no illusions concerning the mathematical sciences, for it
is to such that the essay chiefly relates. Unquestionably the most
important function of education is to develop personality and
character; but science is impersonal, and an essay which attempts to
set forth the meaning of science study must make an unusual demand
upon the reader. Some things in this world are to be understood by
sympathy, and some things are to be understood by serious and painful
effort.

  The third essay, _Part of an Education,_ was privately printed in 1903
under the title _A Tramp Trip in the Rockies,_ and it is introduced
here to illustrate a phase of real education which is in danger of
becoming obsolete. The school of hardship is not for those who love
luxury, and to the poverty stricken it is not a school--it is a
Juggernaut.

  The five minor essays are mere splashes, as it were; but in each I
have said everything that need be said, except perhaps in the matter
of exhortation.

  For the illustrations I am under obligations to my cousin Mr. Daniel
Garber of Philadelphia.


    WILLIAM SUDDARDS FRANKLIN

  SOUTH BETHLEHEM, PA.,
  October 22, 1913.




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SUPPLEMENT TO PREFACE.


  Your attention is called especially to the five short essays, or
splashes, on pages 25 {3}, 29 {4}, 59 {5}, 91 {8} and 95 {9}; each of
these short essays fills about a page, and if you read them you will
understand why the _Independent_ has called this little book A Package
of Dynamite.

  The first essay, entitled BILL'S SCHOOL AND MINE, is easy reading,
and if one is not irredeemably literal in one's mode of thinking, it
is very pleasant reading. The tall talk which is sprinkled throughout
this essay and which reaches a climax on pages 19 {1} and 20 {2} is
not intended to be actually fatal in its seemingly murderous quality!
Many contented city people in reading this essay should be prompted
after the manner of cow-boy who in a spell of seemingly careless gun
play says to his sophisticated friend "Smile, D---- You, Smile".

  The essay on The Study of Science is somewhat of a "sticker", and if
any particular reader does not like it he can let it alone, but there
is an increasing number of young men in this world who must study
science whether they like it or not. Indeed the object of this
particular essay is to explain this remarkable and in some respects
distressing fact. The essay relates primarily to the physical
sciences, narrowly speaking, because the author's teaching experience
has been wholly in physics and chemistry. One can get a fairly good
idea of the author's point of view by reading the portions of the
essay which stand in large print, but it is quite necessary to read
the small print with more or less painful care if one is to get any
fundamental idea of the matter under consideration. The reader will
please consider thoughtfully the close juxta-position of this essay
and the following short essay on The Discipline of Work.

  The essay, Part of an Education, is the story of a tramp trip through
the Rocky Mountains of Colorado and Wyoming, and it is an introduction
to the little essay on The Uses of Hardship.

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    TABLE OF CONTENTS.


                                           PAGES.

  BILL'S SCHOOL AND MINE                    1-21
    Play as a Training in Application      22-26
    The Energizing of Play                 27-30

  THE STUDY OF SCIENCES                    31-56
    The Discipline of Work                 57-60

  PART OF AN EDUCATION                     61-87
    The Uses of Hardship                   89-92
    The Public School                      93-98




  BILL'S SCHOOL AND MINE


  It seems that the Japanese have domesticated nature.

    LAFCADIO HEARNE.


  I always think of my school as my boyhood. Until I was big enough to
swim the Missouri River my home was in a little Kansas town, and we
boys lived in the woods and in the water all Summer, and in the woods
and on the ice all Winter. We trapped and hunted, we rowed and fished,
and built dams, and cut stick horses, and kept stick-horse livery
stables where the grapevines hung, and where the paw-paws mellowed
in the Fall. We made mud slides into our swimming hole, and we were
artists in mud-tattoo, painting face and body with thin black mud and
scraping white stripes from head to foot. We climbed the trees and
cut our names, we sucked the sap of the box elder and squashed poke
berries for war paint. We picked wild grapes and gooseberries, and
made pop-guns to shoot green haws. In the Autumn we gathered walnuts,
and in the Spring we greeted the johnny-jump-ups, and the sweet
williams as they peered through the mold.

  Always, we boys were out of doors, as it seems to me; and I did the
chores. It is something to learn the toughness of hickory under the
saw, how easily walnut splits, how mean elm is to handle; and a certain
dexterity comes to a boy who teaches a calf to drink, or slops hogs
without soiling his Sunday clothes in the evening. And the hay makes
acrobats. In the loft a boy learns to turn flip-flops, and with a
lariat rope he can make a trapeze. My rings were made by padding the
iron rings from the hubs of a lumber wagon and swinging them from the
rafters.

  Bill, little Bethlehem Bill, has a better school than I had; the house
and the things that go with it. Bill's teachers know more accurately
what they are about than did my teachers in the old days out West half
a century ago. And, of course, Bill is getting things from his school
that I did not get. But he is growing up with a woefully distorted
idea of life. What does Bill know about the woods and the flowers?
Where in Bill's makeup is that which comes from browsing on berries
and nuts and the rank paw paw, and roaming the woods like the
Bander-log? And the crops, what does he know about them?

  The silver-sides used to live in the pool under the limestone ledges
by the old stone quarry where the snakes would sun themselves at noon.
The wild rose, with its cinnamon-scented flower and curling leaves,
used to bloom in May for me--for me and a little brown-eyed girl who
found her ink-bottle filled with them when the school bell called us
in from play. And on Saturdays we boys roamed over the prairies picking
wild flowers, playing wild plays and dreaming wild dreams--children's
dreams. Do you suppose that little Bill dreams such dreams in a
fifty-foot lot with only his mother's flowers in the window pots to
teach him the great mystery of life?

  Bill has no barn. I doubt if he can skin a cat, and I am sure he
cannot do the big drop from the trapeze. To turn a flip-flop would
fill him with alarm, and yet Jim Betts, out in Kansas, used to turn
a double flip-flop over a stack of barrels! And Jim Betts is a man to
look at. He is built by the day. He has an educated body, and it is
going into its fifties with health and strength that Bill will have
to work for. And Jim Betts and I used to make our own kites and
<DW65>-shooters and sleds and rabbit traps.

  Bill's school seems real enough, but his play and his work seem rather
empty. Of course Bill cannot have the fringe of a million square miles
of wild buffalo range for his out-of-doors. No, Bill cannot have that.
Never, again. And to imagine that Bill needs anything of the kind is
to forget the magic of Bill's "make-believe!" A tree, a brook, a stretch
of grass! What old-world things Bill's fancy can create there! What
untold history repeat itself in Bill's most fragmentary play! Bill,
is by nature, a conjuror. Give him but little and he will make a world
for himself, and grow to be a man. Older people seem, however, to
forget, and deprive Bill of the little that he needs; and it is worth
while, therefore, to develop the contrast between Bill's school and
that school of mine in the long-ago land of my boyhood out-of-doors.

  The Land of Out-of-Doors! What irony there is in such glowing phrase
to city boys like Bill! The supreme delight of my own boyhood days was
to gather wild flowers in a wooded hollow, to reach which led across
a sunny stretch of wild meadow rising to the sky; and I would have
you know that I lived as a boy in a land where a weed never grew[A]. I
wish that Bill might have access to the places where the wild flowers
grow, and above all I wish that Bill might have more opportunity to see
his father at work. A hundred years ago these things were within the
reach of every boy and girl; but now, alas, Bill sees no other manual
labor than the digging of a ditch in a cluttered street, or stunted in
growth, he has almost become a part of the machine he daily tends, and
Boyville has become a paved and guttered city, high-walled, desolate,
and dirty; with here and there a vacant lot hideous with refuse in early
Spring and overwhelmed with an increasing pestilence of weeds as the
Summer days go by! And the strangest thing about it all is, that Bill
accepts unquestioningly, and even with manifestations of joy, just any
sort of a world, if only it is flooded with sunshine.

  I remember how, in my boyhood, the rare advent of an old tin can in
my favorite swimming hole used to offend me, while such a thing as a
cast-off shoe was simply intolerable, and I wonder that Bill's
unquenchable delight in outdoor life does not become an absolute rage
in his indifference to the dreadful pollution of the streams and the
universal pestilence of weeds and refuse in our thickly populated
districts.

  I cannot refrain from quoting an amusing poem of James Whitcomb
Riley's, which expresses (more completely than anything I know) the
delight of boys in outdoor life, where so many things happen and so
many things lure; and you can easily catch in the swing of Riley's
verse that wanton note which is ordinarily so fascinatingly boyish,
but which may too easily turn to a raging indifference to everything
that makes for purity in this troubled life of ours.


  THREE JOLLY HUNTERS.


  O there were three jolly youngsters;
    And a-hunting they did go,
  With a setter-dog and a pointer-dog
    And a yaller-dog also.
  Looky there!

  And they hunted and they hal-looed;
    And the first thing they did find
  Was a dingling-dangling hornets' nest
    A-swinging in the wind.
  Looky there!

  And the first one said, "What is it?"
    Said the next, "Let's punch and see,"
  And the third one said, a mile from there,
    "I wish we'd let it be!"
  Looky there! (Showing the back of his neck.)

  And they hunted and they hal-looed;
    And the next thing they did raise
  Was a bobbin bunnie cotton-tail
    That vanished from their gaze.
  Looky there!

  One said it was a hot baseball,
    Zippt thru the brambly thatch,
  But the others said 'twas a note by post
    Or a telergraph dispatch.
  Looky there!

  So they hunted and they hal-looed;
    And the next thing they did sight,
  Was a great big bull-dog chasing them,
    And a farmer hollering "Skite!"
  Looky there!

  And the first one said "Hi-jinktum!"
    And the next, "Hi-jinktum-jee!"
  And the last one said, "Them very words
    Has just occurred to me!"
  Looky there! (Showing the tattered seat of his pants.)


  This is the hunting song of the American Bander-log[B], and this kind
of hunting is better than the kind that needs a gun. To one who falls
into the habit of it, the gun is indeed a useless tool. I am reminded
of a day I spent with a gun at a remote place in the Rocky Mountains,
where, during the 25 days I have camped there on four different trips,
I have seen as many as 150 of the wildest of North American animals,
the Rocky Mountain sheep. I lay in ambush for three hours waiting for
sheep, and the sheep came; but they were out of range again before I
saw them because I had become so interested in killing mosquitoes! I
timed myself at intervals, and 80 per minute for three solid hours
makes an honest estimate of 14,400. And I was hungry, too. I fancy the
sheep were not frightened but wished the good work to go on
undisturbed.

  Do you, perhaps, like candy? Did you ever consider that the only
sweetmeat our forefathers had for thousands of years was wild honey?
And those sour times--if I may call them such--before the days of
sugar and candy, come much nearer to us than you realize, for I can
remember my own grandfather's tales of bee-hunting in Tennessee. Just
imagine how exciting it must have been in the days of long-ago to find
a tree loaded with--candy! A bee tree! If Bill were to go back with me
to the wild woods of Tennessee, some thrill of that old excitement would
well up from the depths of his soul at finding such a tree. You may
wonder what I am driving at, so I will tell you, that one of the most
exciting experiences of my boyhood was a battle with a colony of
bumble bees. I was led into it by an older companion and the ardor
and excitement of that battle, as I even now remember it, are wholly
inexplicable to me except I think of it as a representation through
inherited instinct of a ten-thousand-years' search for wild honey.

  My schooling grew out of instinctive reactions toward natural things;
hunting and fishing, digging and planting in the Spring, nutting in
the Fall, and the thousands of variations which these things involve,
and I believe that the play of instinct is the only solid basis of
growth of a boy or girl. I believe, furthermore, that the very
essence of boy humor is bound up with the amazing incongruity of his
instincts. Was there ever a boy whose instincts (many of them mere
fatuity like his digestive appendix) have not led him time and again
into just thin air, to say nothing of water and mud! For my part I
have never known anything more supremely funny than learning what a
hopeless mess of wood pulp and worms a bumble-bee's nest really is,
except, perhaps, seeing another boy learn the same stinging lesson.

  The use of formulas, too, is unquestionably instinctive, and we all
know how apt a boy is to indulge in formulas of the hocus-pocus sort,
like Tom Sawyer's recipe for removing warts by the combined charm of
black midnight and a black cat, dead. And a boy arrives only late
in his boyhood, if ever, to some sense of the distinction between
formulas of this kind and such as are vital and rational. I think that
there is much instruction and a great deal of humor connected with the
play of this instinctive tendency. I remember a great big boy, a hired
man on my grandfather's farm, in fact, who was led into a fight with a
nest of hornets with the expectation that he would bear a charmed skin
if he shouted in loud repetition the words, "Jew's-harp, jew's-harp."

  Talk about catching birds by putting salt on their tails! Once, as
I rowed around a bend on a small stream, I saw a sand-hill crane
stalking along the shore. Into the water I went with the suddenly
conceived idea that I could catch that crane, and, swimming low, I
reached the shore, about 20 feet from the bird, jumped quickly out
of the water, made a sudden dash and the bird was captured! Once I
saw a catfish, gasping for air at the surface of water that had been
muddied by the opening of a sluice-way in a dam. Swimming up behind
the fish, I jambed a hand into each gill, and, helped by the fish's
tail, I pushed it ashore; and it weighed 36 pounds! A friend of mine,
by the name of Stebbins, once followed his dog in a chase after a jack
rabbit. The rabbit made a wide circle and came back to its own trail
some distance ahead of the dog, then it made a big sidewise jump,
and sat looking at the dog as it passed by; so intently indeed that
Stebbins walked up behind the rabbit and took it up with his hands.

  I think you will agree with me that my outdoor school was a wonderful
thing. The Land of Out-of-Doors! To young people the best school and
play-house, and to older people an endless asylum of delight.


    "The grass so little has to do,
    A sphere of simple green
    With only butterflies to brood
    And bees to entertain.

    "And stir all day to pretty tunes
    The breezes fetch along,
    And hold the sunshine in its lap
    And bow--to everything.

    "And thread the dew all night, like pearls,
    And make itself so fine,
    A duchess were too common
    For such a noticing.

    "And even when it dies, to pass
    In odors so divine
    As lowly spices gone to sleep,
    Or amulets of pine.

    "And then to dwell in sovereign barns
    And dream the days away,
    The grass so little has to do--
    I wish I were the hay."


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  The most important thing, I should say, for the success of Bill's fine
school is that ample opportunity be given to Bill for every variety of
play including swimming and skating, and wherever possible, boating.
It is ridiculous to attempt to teach Bill anything without the
substantial results of play to build upon. Playgrounds are the
cheapest and, in many respects, the best of schools, but they are
almost entirely lacking in many of our towns which have grown to
cities in a generation in this great nation of villagers. The Boroughs
of the Bethlehems, for example, have no playground connected with a
Public School, nor any other public place where boys can play ball.




    WHAT DO YOU THINK?


    (This and the following communication are from a small paper,
  printed and published by two Bethlehem boys.)

    We, the editors, have been dragged along back alleys, across
  open sewers, and through rank growths of weed and thistle to
  view the Monocacy meadows to consider the possibility of their
  use as a playground or park. We are not much impressed with
  the proposal, the place is apparently hopeless, but the park
  enthusiast could not be touched by argument. To our very
  practical objection that the cost would be excessive, he made
  the foolish reply that there is no cost but a saving in using
  what has hitherto been wasted. To our expressed disgust for
  the open sewers and filth he replied that that was beside the
  question, for, as he said, we must sooner or later take care
  of the filth anyway. But, we said, the creek is contaminated
  above the town. Very well, he replied, we have the right
  to prohibit such contamination. But worst of all, in double
  meaning, was his instant agreement to our statement that we
  had our cemeteries which, he said, were really better than any
  Bethlehem park could be.




    COMMUNICATION.


    _Dear Editors:_ I took a walk along the Monocacy Creek on
  Sunday afternoon and discovered clear water several miles
  above town and a fine skating pond; but I suppose that you and
  all of your subscribers will have to go to our enterprising
  neighbor, Allentown, to find any well-kept ice to skate on
  this Winter. Most people think that you boys can swim in
  Nature's own water, skate on Nature's own ice, and roam in
  Nature's own woods, but it is absolutely certain that your
  elders must take some care and pains if you town boys are to
  do any of these things. And yet, here in the East, children
  are said to be brought up (implying care and pains) and hogs
  are said to be raised (implying only feeding). I thank the
  Lord that I was "raised" in the West where there are no such
  false distinctions.

    Your subscriber, S.

    P.S.--As I came home covered with beggar-lice and cockle-burrs
  I saw a ring of fire on South Mountain, an annual occurrence
  which has been delayed a whole week this Autumn by a flourish
  of posters in several languages offering One Hundred Dollars
  Reward! S.


  In these days of steam and electricity we boast of having conquered
nature. Well, we have got to domesticate nature before much else can
be accomplished in this country of ours. We have got to take care of
our brooks and our rivers, of our open lands and our wooded hills. We
have got to do it, and Bill would be better off if we took half of the
cost of his fine school to meet the expense of doing it. When I was a
boy I belonged to the Bander-log, but Bill belongs to another tribe,
the Rats, and there is nothing I would like so much to do as to turn
Pied Piper and lure the entire brood of Bethlehem boys and girls to
Friedensville[C] and into that awful chasm of crystal water to come
back no more, no, not even when an awakened civic consciousness had
made a park of the beautiful Monocacy meadows and converted the creek
into a chain, a regular Diamond Necklace of swimming holes. I beg the
garbage men's (not a printer's error for man's) pardon for speaking
of the beautiful Monocacy meadows. I refer to what has been and to
what might easily continue to be. As for the Diamond Necklace, that,
of course, would have to be above our gas works where the small stream
of pure tar now joins the main stream.

  I know a small river in Kansas which is bordered by rich bottom lands
from one-half to one mile in width between beautifully scalloped
bluffs--where the upland prairie ends. In early days thick covering of
grass was everywhere, and the clear stream, teeming with life, wound
its way along a deep channel among scattered clusters of large walnut
trees and dense groves of elm and cotton wood, rippling here and there
over beds of rock. Now, however, every foot of ground, high and low,
is mellowed by the plow, and the last time I saw the once beautiful
valley of Wolf River it was as if the whole earth had melted with the
rains of June, such devastation of mud was there! Surely it requires
more than the plow to domesticate nature; indeed, since I have lived
between the coal-bearing Alleghenies and the sea, I have come to believe
that it may require more than the plow and the crowded iron furnace, such
pestilence of refuse and filth is here! {1}

  I suppose that I am as familiar with the requirements of modern
industry as any man living, and as ready to tolerate everything that
is economically wise, but every day as I walk to and fro I see our
Monocacy Creek covered with a scum of tar, and in crossing the river
bridge I see a half mile long heap of rotting refuse serving the
Lehigh as a bank on the southern side; not all furnace refuse either
by any means, but nameless stinking stuff cast off by an indifferent
population and carelessly left in its very midst in one long
unprecedented panorama of putrescent ugliness! And when, on splendid
Autumn days, the nearby <DW72>s of old South Mountain lift the eyes
into pure oblivion of these distressing things, I see again and again
a line of fire sweeping through the scanty woods. This I have seen
every Autumn since first I came to Bethlehem.

  It is easy to speak in amusing hyperbole of garbage heaps and of
brooks befouled with tar, but to have seen one useless flourish
of posters on South Mountain in fifteen years! That is beyond any
possible touch of humor. It is indeed unfortunate that our river is
not fit for boys to swim in, and it is not, for I have tried it, and
I am not fastidious either, having lived an amphibious boyhood on
the banks of the muddiest river in the world; but it is a positive
disgrace that our river is not fit to look at, that it is good for
nothing whatever but to drink; much too good, one would think, for
people who protect the only stretch of woodland that is accessible to
their boys and girls by a mere flourish of posters!{2}

  I was born in Kansas when its inhabitants were largely Indians,
and when its greatest resource was wild buffalo skins; and whatever
objection you may have to this description of my present home-place
between the coal-bearing Alleghenies and the sea, please do not
imagine that I have a sophisticated sentimentality towards the
Beauties of Nature! No, I am still enough of an Indian to think
chiefly of my belly when I look at a stretch of country. In the West
I like the suggestion of hog-and-hominy which spreads for miles and
miles beneath the sky, and here in the East I like the promise of
pillars of fire and smoke and I like the song of steam!

  Bill's School and Mine! It may seem that I have said a great deal
about my school, and very little about Bill's. But what is Bill's
school? Surely, Bill's fine school-house and splendid teachers, and
Bill's good mother are not all there is to Bill's school. No, Bill's
school is as big as all Bethlehem, and in its bigger aspects it is
a bad school, bad because Bill has no opportunity to play as a boy
should play, and bad because Bill has no opportunity to work as a boy
should work.


    "I b'en a-kindo musin', as the feller says", and I'm
    About o' the conclusion that they ain't no better time,
    When you come to cypher on it, than the times we used to know,
    When we swore our first 'dog-gone-it' sorto solem'-like and low.

    "You git my idy, do you?--LITTLE tads, you understand--
    Jes' a wishin', thue and thue you, that you on'y was a MAN.
    Yet here I am this minute, even forty, to a day,
    And fergittin' all that's in it, wishin' jes the other way!"


  I wonder if our Bill will "wish the other way" when he is a man?
Indeed, I wonder if he will ever BE a man. If we could only count on
that, Bill's school would not be our problem.




  PLAY AS A TRAINING IN APPLICATION.




  Never yet was a boy who dreamed
    of ice-cream sundaes while
         playing ball.




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 PLAY AS A TRAINING IN APPLICATION.

  Never yet was a boy who dreamed
    of ice-cream sundaes while
         playing ball.

  Every one knows that play means health and happiness to children,
and nearly every one thinks of the playgrounds movement as based solely
on ideals of health and ideals of happiness in a rather narrow sense;
but the movement means much more than health and happiness as these
terms are generally understood.

  The Indian boy's play, which included practice with the bow and arrow,
foot racing, ball playing and horse-back riding, was perfectly adapted
to the needs of his adult life, but how about base ball and prisoner's
base for the boy who is to become a salesman or a mechanic, a physician
or an engineer? Good fun and a good appetite certainly come from these
games, and one may also place to their credit a tempered reasonableness
and a high regard for what is fair and square; _but as a training in
application nothing can take their place._

  Play as a training in application! That certainly is a paradox; and
yet everyone knows that play is the first thing in life to give rise
to that peculiar overwhelming eagerness which alone can bring every
atom of one's strength into action. Ability to focus one's whole mind
upon an undertaking and to apply one's whole body in concentrated
effort is what our boys and girls are most in need of, and vigorous
competitive play serves better than anything else, if, indeed there
is anything else to create it.

  Intense and eager application! That means not only an escape from
laziness and apathy, but eagerness is the only thing in the world that
defies fatigue. A healthy boy can put forth an amazing amount of
physical effort and be fresh at the end of a day of play. And a man
whose habit of application is so highly developed that it assumes a
quality of eagerness and never fails in absolute singleness of purpose,
is there any limit to what such a man can do?

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  Every one knows that play means health and happiness to children,
and nearly every one thinks of the playgrounds movement as based solely
on ideals of health and ideals of happiness in a rather narrow sense;
but the movement means much more than health and happiness as these
terms are generally understood.{3}

  The Indian boy's play, which included practice with the bow and arrow,
foot racing, ball playing and horse-back riding, was perfectly adapted
to the needs of his adult life, but how about base ball and prisoner's
base for the boy who is to become a salesman or a mechanic, a physician
or an engineer? Good fun and a good appetite certainly come from these
games, and one may also place to their credit a tempered reasonableness
and a high regard for what is fair and square; _but as a training in
application nothing can take their place._

  Play as a training in application! That certainly is a paradox; and
yet everyone knows that play is the first thing in life to give rise
to that peculiar overwhelming eagerness which alone can bring every
atom of one's strength into action. Ability to focus one's whole mind
upon an undertaking and to apply one's whole body in concentrated
effort is what our boys and girls are most in need of, and vigorous
competitive play serves better than anything else, if, indeed there
is anything else to create it.

  Intense and eager application! That means not only an escape from
laziness and apathy, but eagerness is the only thing in the world that
defies fatigue. A healthy boy can put forth an amazing amount of
physical effort and be fresh at the end of a day of play. And a man
whose habit of application is so highly developed that it assumes a
quality of eagerness and never fails in absolute singleness of purpose,
is there any limit to what such a man can do?




  THE ENERGIZING OF PLAY.


  Strenuous play leads to strenuous work.




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THE ENERGIZING OF PLAY.

  Strenuous play leads to strenuous work.
                Play Ball.


  Scarcely more than a generation ago every American boy came under the
spell of hunting and fishing; and there is no more powerful incentive
to laborious days, nor any anodyne so potent for bodily discomfort
and hardship! A hunting and fishing boyhood! Such has been the chief
source of human energy in this lazy world of ours, the chief basis of
life-long habit of persistent and strenuous effort; and the problem
of educational play is to a great extent the problem of finding an
effective substitute for the lure of the wild for stimulating young
people to intense activity.

  The lure of the wild! Alas it is but a poet's fancy in this tame
world of ours. But our boys remain as a perennial race of Wild Indians
however tame the world may come to be; and fortunately they are not
dependent upon completely truthful externals. The genuine Wild Indian
becomes a sorry spectacle, even if he does not sicken and die, when he
is deprived of his millions of square miles of wild buffalo country;
but our boy Bill cannot have such an out-of-doors, never again as long
as the earth shall last. Indeed he has no need of such a thing, for
if his fancy is stirred by ardent playmates he will chase an imaginary
stag around a vacant lot all day if only there is a mixture of earth
and sky and greenery to set off his make believe--and eat mush and
milk when the day is done!

  Indeed youngsters must hunt in packs, as Whitcomb Riley tells in his
Hunting Song of the American Bander-Log, and the gang idea contains
the ultimate solution of what would otherwise be an impossible
problem, namely, to find an effective substitute for the lure of the
wild for the energizing of the intensely active kind of play, the kind
of play that trains for application, the kind that approaches hunting
and fishing or tribal warfare or the settling of a blood-feud in its
persistent, single-minded and strenuous activity.

  Many grown-ups seem to think that mere permission is now a sufficient
basis for play, as it was in pioneer and rural days. Indeed this is
largely true for very small children who can sit in the sunshine and
make mud pies or dig holes in a bed of sand; but with older boys it
is different. They may indeed fight or steal, or engage in the worst
varieties of gang activity, or sit by a fire in a back alley talking
sex like grown-up sordidly imaginative Hottentots in Darkest Africa;
but strenuous play requires suggestive example and organization,
as with our Boy Scouts; and it depends to a very great extent upon
competitive athletics. A dozen large ball fields and two or three
good-sized swimming pools are, next to his food, the most important
thing for our boy Bill; and they would do more to make him into an
energetic and industrious man than all the rest of his school work put
together.

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  Scarcely more than a generation ago every American boy came under the
spell of hunting and fishing; and there is no more powerful incentive
to laborious days, nor any anodyne so potent for bodily discomfort
and hardship! A hunting and fishing boyhood! Such has been the chief
source of human energy in this lazy world of ours, the chief basis of
life-long habit of persistent and strenuous effort; and the problem
of educational play is to a great extent the problem of finding an
effective substitute for the lure of the wild for stimulating young
people to intense activity.{4}

  The lure of the wild! Alas it is but a poet's fancy in this tame
world of ours. But our boys remain as a perennial race of Wild Indians
however tame the world may come to be; and fortunately they are not
dependent upon completely truthful externals. The genuine Wild Indian
becomes a sorry spectacle, even if he does not sicken and die, when he
is deprived of his millions of square miles of wild buffalo country;
but our boy Bill cannot have such an out-of-doors, never again as long
as the earth shall last. Indeed he has no need of such a thing, for
if his fancy is stirred by ardent playmates he will chase an imaginary
stag around a vacant lot all day if only there is a mixture of earth
and sky and greenery to set off his make believe--and eat mush and
milk when the day is done!

  Indeed youngsters must hunt in packs, as Whitcomb Riley tells in his
Hunting Song of the American Bander-Log, and the gang idea contains
the ultimate solution of what would otherwise be an impossible
problem, namely, to find an effective substitute for the lure of the
wild for the energizing of the intensely active kind of play, the kind
of play that trains for application, the kind that approaches hunting
and fishing or tribal warfare or the settling of a blood-feud in its
persistent, single-minded and strenuous activity.

  Many grown-ups seem to think that mere permission is now a sufficient
basis for play, as it was in pioneer and rural days. Indeed this is
largely true for very small children who can sit in the sunshine and
make mud pies or dig holes in a bed of sand; but with older boys it
is different. They may indeed fight or steal, or engage in the worst
varieties of gang activity, or sit by a fire in a back alley talking
sex like grown-up sordidly imaginative Hottentots in Darkest Africa;
but strenuous play requires suggestive example and organization,
as with our Boy Scouts; and it depends to a very great extent upon
competitive athletics. A dozen large ball fields and two or three
good-sized swimming pools are, next to his food, the most important
thing for our boy Bill; and they would do more to make him into an
energetic and industrious man than all the rest of his school work put
together.




THE STUDY OF SCIENCE.


    Grau theurer Freund ist alle Theorie
    Und gruen des Lebens goldener Baum.
                                  GOETHE


  Everyone realizes the constraint that is placed upon the lives of
men by the physical necessities of the world in which we live, and
although in one way this constraint is more and more relieved with the
progress of the applied sciences, in another way it becomes more and
more exacting. It is indeed easier to cross the Atlantic Ocean now
than it was in Leif Ericsson's time, but consider the discipline of
the shop, and above all consider the rules of machine design! Could
even the hardy Norsemen have known anything as uncompromisingly
exacting as these? To do things becomes easier and easier, but to
learn how to do things becomes more and more difficult.

  Every person I have ever talked with, old or young, theorist or
practician, student-in-general or specialist in whatever line, has
exhibited more or less distinctly a certain attitude of impatience
towards the exactions of this or that phase of the precise modes of
thought of the physical sciences.


    "Da wird der Geist Euch wohl dressiert
    In spanische Stiefeln eingeschnuert."


  In a recent article[D] on the distinction between the liberal and
technical in education, my friend and colleague, Professor Percy
Hughes, says that in speaking of an education as liberal we thereby
associate it with liberalism in politics, in philosophy and theology,
and in men's personal relations with each other. In each case
liberalism seems fundamentally, to denote freedom, and liberalism in
education is the freedom of development in each individual of that
character and personality which is his true nature. All this I accept
in the spirit of an optimist, assuming men's true natures to be good,
but I do not, and I am sure that Professor Hughes does not, consider
that technical education, unless it be inexcusably harsh and narrow,
is illiberal; nor that liberal education, unless it be inexcusably
soft and vague, is wholly non-technical. The liberal and the technical
are not two kinds of education, each complete in itself. Indeed,
Professor Hughes speaks of liberal education, not as a category, but
as a condition which makes for freedom of development of personality
and character.

  It seems to me, however, that there are phases of education which have
but little to do with personality, and I call to your attention this
definition of liberalism in education, in order that I may turn sharply
away from it as a partial definition which, to a great extent, excludes
the physical sciences. Indeed, I wish to speak of a condition in education
which is the antithesis of freedom. I wish to explain the teaching of
elementary physical science as a mode of constraint, as an impressed
constructive discipline without which no freedom is possible in our
dealings with physical things. I wish to characterize the study of
elementary physical science as a reorganization of the workaday mind
of a young man as complete as the pupation of an insect; and I wish
to emphasize the necessity of exacting constraint as the essential
condition of this reorganization.

  There is a kind of salamander, the axolotl, which lives a tadpole-like
youth and never changes to the adult form unless a stress of dry
weather annihilates his watery world; but he lives always and
reproduces his kind as a tadpole, and a very funny-looking tadpole he
is, with his lungs hanging like feathery tassels from the sides of
his head. When the aquatic home of the axolotl dries up, he quickly
develops a pair of internal lungs, lops off his tassels and embarks on a
new mode of life on land. So it is with our young men who are to develop
beyond the tadpole stage, they must meet with quick and responsive inward
growth that new and increasing "stress of dryness," as many are wont to
call our modern age of science and organized industry.

  Stress of dryness! Indeed no flow of humor is to be found in the
detached impersonalities of the sciences, and if we are to understand
the characteristics of physical science we must turn our attention
to things which lead inevitably to an exacting and rigid mathematical
philosophy. It certainly is presumptive to tell a reader that he must
turn his attention to such a thing, but there is no other way; the
best we can do is to choose the simplest path. Let us therefore
consider the familiar phenomena of motion.

  The most prominent aspect of all phenomena is motion. In that realm
of nature which is not of man's devising[E] motion is universal. In the
other realm of nature, the realm of things devised, motion is no less
prominent. Every purpose of our practical life is accomplished
by movements of the body and by directed movements of tools and
mechanisms, such as the swing of scythe and flail, and the studied
movements of planer and lathe from which are evolved the strong-armed
steam shovel and the deft-fingered loom.

  The laws of motion. Every one has a sense of the absurdity of the idea
of reducing the more complicated phenomena of nature to an orderly
system of mechanical law. To speak of motion is to call to mind
first of all the phenomena that are associated with the excessively
complicated, incessantly changing, turbulent and tumbling motion of
wind and water. These phenomena have always had the most insistent
appeal to us, they have confronted us everywhere and always, and life
is an unending contest with their fortuitous diversity, which rises
only too often to irresistible sweeps of destruction in fire and
flood, and in irresistible crash of collision and collapse where
all things mingle in one dread fluid confusion! The laws of motion!
Consider the awful complexity of a disastrous tornado or the dreadful
confusion of a railway wreck, and understand that what we call the
laws of motion, although they have a great deal to do with the ways in
which we think, have very little to do with the phenomena of nature. The
laws of motion! There is indeed a touch of arrogance in such a phrase
with its unwarranted suggestion of completeness and universality, and
yet the ideas which constitute the laws of motion have an almost unlimited
extent of legitimate range, _and these ideas must be possessed with a
perfect precision if one is to acquire any solid knowledge whatever of
the phenomena of motion._ The necessity of precise ideas. Herein lies
the impossibility of compromise and the necessity of coercion and
constraint; one must think so and so, there is no other way. And
yet there is always a conflict in the mind of even the most willing
student because of the constraint which precise ideas place upon our
vivid and primitively adequate sense of physical things; and this
conflict is perennial but it is by no means a one-sided conflict
between mere crudity and refinement, for refinement ignores many
things. Indeed, precise ideas not only help to form[F] our sense of
the world in which we live but they inhibit sense as well, and their
rigid and unchallenged rule would be indeed a stress of dryness.

  The laws of motion. We return again and yet again to the subject, for
one is not to be deterred therefrom by any concession of inadequacy,
no, nor by any degree of respect for the vivid youthful sense of those
things which to suit our narrow purpose must be stripped completely
bare. It is unfortunate, however, that the most familiar type
of motion, the flowing of water or the blowing of the wind, is
bewilderingly useless as a basis for the establishment of the simple
and precise ideas which are called the "laws of motion," and which
are the most important of the fundamental principles of physics. These
ideas have in fact grown out of the study of the simple phenomena
which are associated with the motion of bodies in bulk without
perceptible change of form, the motion of rigid bodies, so called.

  Before narrowing down the scope of the discussion, however, let us
illustrate a very general application of the simplest idea of motion,
the idea of velocity. Every one has, no doubt, an idea of what is
meant by the velocity of the wind; and a sailor, having what he calls
a ten-knot wind, knows that he can manage his boat with a certain spread
of canvas and that he can accomplish a certain portion of his voyage in
a given time; but an experienced sailor, although he speaks glibly of
a ten-knot wind, belies his speech by taking wise precaution against
every conceivable emergency. He knows that a ten-knot wind is by no
means a sure or a simple thing with its incessant blasts and whirls; and
a sensitive anemometer, having more regard for minutiae than any sailor,
usually registers in every wind a number of almost complete but
excessively irregular stops and starts every minute and variations of
direction that sweep around half the horizon!


    Wer will was Lebendig's erkennen und beschreiben
    Sucht erst den Geist heraus zu treiben.
                                              GOETHE.


  We must evidently direct our attention to something simpler than
the wind. Let us, therefore, consider the drawing of a wagon or the
propulsion of a boat. It is a familiar experience that effort is
required to start a body moving and that continued effort is required
to maintain the motion. Certain very simple facts as to the nature and
effects of this effort were discovered by Sir Isaac Newton, and on the
basis of these facts Newton formulated the laws of motion.


    The effort required to start a body or to keep it moving is
    called force. Thus, if one starts a box sliding along a table
    one is said to exert a force on the box. The same effect might
    be accomplished by interposing a stick between the hand and
    the box, in which case one would exert a force on the stick
    and the stick in its turn would exert a force on the box. We
    thus arrive at the notion of force action between inanimate
    bodies, between the stick and the box in this case, and Newton
    pointed out that the force action between the two bodies _A_
    and _B_ always consists of two equal and opposite forces, that
    is to say, if body _A_ exerts a force on _B,_ then _B_ exerts
    an equal and opposite force on _A,_ or, to use Newton's words,
    action is equal to reaction and in a contrary direction.


  In leading up to this statement one might consider the force with
which a person pushes on the box and the equal and opposite force with
which the box pushes back on the person, but if one does not wish to
introduce the stick as an intermediary, it is better to speak of
the force with which the hand pushes on the box, and the equal and
opposite force with which the box pushes back on the hand, because in
discussing physical phenomena it is of the utmost importance to pay
attention only to impersonal [42] things. Indeed our modern industrial
life, in bringing men face to face with an entirely unprecedented
array of intricate mechanical and physical problems, demands of every
one a great and increasing amount of impersonal thinking, and the
precise and rigorous modes of thought of the physical sciences
are being forced upon widening circles of men with a relentless
insistence--all of which it was intended to imply by referring to
the "stress of dryness" which overtakes the little axolotl in his
contented existence as a tadpole.


      When we examine into the conditions under which a body starts
    to move and the conditions under which a body once started is
    kept in motion, we come across a very remarkable fact, if we
    are careful to consider every force which acts upon the body,
    and this remarkable fact is that the forces which act upon _a
    body at rest_ are related to each other in precisely the same
    way as the forces which act upon _a body moving steadily along
    a straight path._ Therefore it is convenient to consider,
    _first_ the relation between the forces which act upon a body
    at rest, or upon a body in uniform motion, and _second_ the
    relation between the forces which act upon a body which is
    starting or stopping or changing the direction of its motion.

      Suppose a person _A_ were to hold a box in mid-air. To do so
    it would of course be necessary for him to push upwards on the
    box so as to balance the downward pull of the earth, the weight
    of the box as it is called. If another person _B_ were to take
    hold of the box and pull upon it in any direction, _A_ would
    have to exert an equal pull on the box in the opposite direction
    to keep it stationary. _The forces which act upon a stationary
    body are always balanced._

      Every one, perhaps, realizes that what is here said about the
    balanced relation of the forces which act upon a stationary
    box, is equally true of the forces which act on a box
    similarly held in a steadily moving railway car or boat.
    Therefore, _the forces which act upon a body which moves
    steadily along a straight path are balanced._

      This is evidently true when the moving body is surrounded on
    all sides by things which are moving along with it, as in a
    car or a boat; but how about a body which moves steadily along
    a straight path but which is surrounded by bodies which do not
    move along with it? Everyone knows that some active agent such
    as a horse or a steam engine must pull steadily upon such a
    body to keep it in motion. If left to itself such a moving
    body quickly comes to rest. Many have, no doubt, reached this
    further inference from experience, namely, that the tendency
    of moving bodies to come to rest is due to the dragging
    forces, or friction, with which surrounding bodies act upon a
    body in motion. Thus a moving boat is brought to rest by the
    drag of the water when the propelling force ceases to act; a
    train of cars is brought to rest because of the drag due to
    friction when the pull of the locomotive ceases; a box which
    is moving across a table comes to rest when left to itself,
    because of the drag due to friction between the box and the
    table.

      We must, therefore, always consider two distinct forces when
    we are concerned with a body which is kept in motion, namely,
    the _propelling force_ due to some active agent such as
    a horse or an engine, and the _dragging force_ due to
    surrounding bodies. Newton pointed out that when a body is
    moving steadily along a straight path, the propelling force
    is always equal and opposite to the dragging force. Therefore,
    _The forces which act upon a body which is stationary, or
    which is moving uniformly along a straight path, are balanced
    forces._

      Many hesitate to accept as a fact the complete and exact
    balance of propelling and dragging forces on a body which is
    moving steadily along a straight path in the open, but
    direct experiment shows it to be true, and the most elaborate
    calculations and inferences based upon this idea of the
    complete balance of propelling and dragging forces on a body
    in uniform motion are verified by experiment. One may ask, why
    a canal boat, for example, should continue to move if the pull
    of the mule does not exceed the drag of the water; but
    why should it stop if the drag does not exceed the pull?
    Understand that we are not considering the starting of the
    boat. The fact is that the conscious effort which one must
    exert to drive a mule, the cost of the mule, and the expense
    of his keep, are what most people think of, however hard one
    tries to direct their attention solely to the state of tension
    in the rope that hitches the mule to the boat after the
    boat is in full motion; and most people consider that if the
    function of the mule is simply to balance the drag of the
    water so as to keep the boat from stopping, then why should
    there not be some way to avoid the cost of so insignificant
    an operation? There is, indeed, an extremely important matter
    involved here, but it has no bearing on the question as to the
    balance of propulsion and drag on a body which moves steadily
    along a straight path.

      Let us now consider the relation between the forces which act
    upon a body which is changing its speed, upon a body which is
    being started or stopped, for example. Everyone has noticed
    how a mule strains at his rope when starting a canal boat,
    especially if the boat is heavily loaded, and how the boat
    continues to move for a long time after the mule ceases to
    pull. In the first case, the pull of the mule greatly exceeds
    the drag of the water, and the speed of the boat increases; in
    the second case, the drag of the water of course exceeds the
    pull of the mule, for the mule is not pulling at all, and
    the speed of the boat decreases. When the speed of a body is
    changing, the forces which act on the body are unbalanced. We
    may conclude therefore that _the effect of an unbalanced force
    acting on a body is to change the velocity of the body,_ and
    it is evident that the longer the unbalanced force continues
    to act the greater the change of velocity. Thus if the mule
    ceases to pull on a canal boat for one second the velocity of
    the boat will be but slightly reduced by the unbalanced drag
    of the water, whereas if the mule ceases to pull for two
    seconds the decrease of velocity will be much greater. _In
    fact the change of velocity due to a given unbalanced force
    is proportional to the time that the force continues to act._
    This is exemplified by a body falling under the action of the
    unbalanced pull of the earth; after one second it will have
    gained a certain amount of velocity (about 32 feet per second),
    after two seconds it will have made a total gain of twice as
    much velocity (about 64 feet per second), and so on.

      Since the velocity produced by an unbalanced force is
    proportional to the time that the force continues to act, it
    is evident that the effect of the force should be specified as
    so-much-velocity-produced-per-second, exactly as in the case
    of earning money, the amount one earns is proportional to
    the length of time that one continues to work, and we
    always specify one's earning capacity as
    so-much-money-earned-per-day.

      Everyone knows what it means to give an easy pull or a hard
    pull on a body. That is to say, we all have the ideas of
    greater and less as applied to forces. Everybody knows also
    that if a mule pulls hard on a canal boat, the boat will get
    under way more quickly than if the pull is easy, that is, the
    boat will gain more velocity per unit of time under the
    action of a hard pull than under the action of an easy
    pull. Therefore, any precise statement of the effect of an
    unbalanced force on a given body must correlate the precise
    value of the force and the exact amount of velocity produced
    per unit of time by the force. This seems a very difficult
    thing, but its apparent difficulty is very largely due to
    the fact that we have not as yet agreed as to what we are to
    understand by the statement that one force is precisely three,
    or four, or any number of times as great as another. Suppose,
    therefore, that _we agree to call one force twice as large as
    another when it will_ as _produce in a given body twice as
    much velocity in a given time_ (remembering of course that we
    are now talking about unbalanced forces, or that we are assuming
    for the sake of simplicity of statement, that no dragging forces
    exist). As a result of this definition we may state that _the
    amount of velocity produced per second in a given body by an
    unbalanced force is proportional to the force._


  Of course we know no more about the matter in hand than we did before
we adopted the definition, but we do have a good illustration of how
important a part is played in the study of physical science, by what
we may call making-up one's mind, in the sense of putting one's
mind in order. This kind of thing is very prominent in the study of
elementary physics, and the rather indefinite reference (in the story
of the little tasseled tadpole) to an inward growth as needful
before one can hope for any measure of success in our modern world of
scientific industry was an allusion to this thing, the "making-up" of
one's mind. Nothing is so essential in the acquirement of exact and
solid knowledge as the possession of precise ideas, not indeed that
a perfect precision is necessary as a means for retaining knowledge,
_but that nothing else so effectually opens the mind for the
perception even of the simplest evidences of a subject_[G].


      We have now settled the question as to the effect of different
    unbalanced forces on a given body on the basis of very general
    experience, and by an agreement as to the precise meaning to
    be attached to the statement that one force is so many times
    as great as another; but how about the effect of the same
    force upon different bodies, and how may we identify the force
    so as to be sure that it is the same? It is required, for
    example, to exert a given force on body _A_ and then exert the
    same force on another body _B._ This can be done by causing
    a third body _C_ (a coiled spring, for example) to exert the
    force; then the forces exerted on _A_ and _B_ are the same if
    the reaction in each case produces the same effect on body
    _C_ (the same degree of stretch, for example). Concerning the
    effects of the same unbalanced force on different bodies three
    things have to be settled by experiment as follows:

      (a) In the first place let us suppose that a certain force
    _F_ is twice as large as a certain other force _G,_ according
    to our agreement, because the force _F_ produces twice as much
    velocity every second as force _G_ when the one and then the
    other of these forces is caused to act upon a given body, a
    piece of lead for example. Then, does the force _F_ produce
    twice as much velocity every second as the force _G_ whatever
    the nature and size of the given body, whether it be wood, or
    ice, or sugar? Experiment shows that it does.

      (b) In the second place, suppose that we have such amounts
    of lead, or iron, or wood, etc., that a certain given force
    produces the same amount of velocity per second when it is
    made to act, as an unbalanced force, upon one or another of
    these various bodies. Then what is the relation between the
    amounts of these various substances? Experiment shows that
    they all have the same mass in grams, or pounds, as determined
    by a balance. That is, a given force produces the same amount
    of velocity per second in a given number of grams of any kind
    of substance. Thus the earth pulls with a certain definite
    force (in a given locality) upon _M_ grams of any substance
    and, aside from the dragging forces due to air friction, all
    kinds of bodies gain the same amount of velocity per second
    when they fall under action of the unbalanced pull of the
    earth.

      (c) In the third place, what is the relation between the
    velocity per second produced by a given force and the mass in
    grams (or pounds) of the body upon which it acts. Experiment
    shows that _the velocity per second produced by a given force
    is inversely proportional to the mass of the body upon which
    the force acts._ In speaking of the mass of the body in grams
    (or pounds) we here refer to the result which is obtained by
    weighing the body on a balance scale, and the experimental
    fact which is here referred to constitutes a very important
    discovery: namely, when one body has twice the mass of
    another, according to the balance method of measuring mass, it
    is accelerated half as fast by a given unbalanced force.

      The effect of an unbalanced force in producing velocity may
    therefore be summed up as follows: _The velocity per second
    produced by an unbalanced force is proportional to the force
    and inversely proportional to the mass of the body upon which
    the force acts, and the velocity produced by an unbalanced
    force is always in the direction of the force._


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  "We advise all men," says Bacon, "to think of the true ends of
knowledge, and that they endeavor not after it for curiosity,
contention, or the sake of despising others, nor yet for reputation
or power or any other such inferior consideration, but solely for
the occasions and uses of life." It is difficult to imagine any other
basis upon which the study of physics can be justified than for the
occasions and uses of life; in a certain broad sense, indeed, there
is no other justification. But the great majority of men must needs be
practical in the narrow sense, and physics, as the great majority
of men study it, relates chiefly to the conditions which have been
elaborated through the devices of industry as exemplified in our mills
and factories, in our machinery of transportation, in optical and
musical instruments, in the means for the supply of power, heat,
light, and water for general and domestic use, and so on.

  From this narrow practical point of view it may seem that there can
be nothing very exacting in the study of the physical sciences; but
what is physics? That is the question. One definition at least is to
be repudiated; it is not "The science of masses, molecules and the
ether." Bodies have mass and railways have length, and to speak
of physics as the _science of masses_ is as silly as to define
railroading as the _practice of lengths,_ and nothing as reasonable as
this can be said in favor of the conception of physics as the science
of molecules and the ether; it is the sickliest possible notion of
physics, whereas the healthiest notion, even if a student does not
wholly grasp it, is that physics is the science of the ways of taking
hold of things and pushing them!

  Bacon long ago listed in his quaint way the things which seemed to
him most needful for the advancement of learning. Among other things
he mentioned "A New Engine or a Help to the mind corresponding to
Tools for the hand," and the most remarkable aspect of present-day
physical science is that aspect in which it constitutes a realization
of this New Engine of Bacon{6}. We continually force upon the extremely
meager data obtained directly through our senses, an interpretation
which, in its complexity and penetration, would seem to be entirely
incommensurate with the data themselves, and we exercise over physical
things a kind of rational control which greatly transcends the native
cunning of the hand. The possibility of this forced interpretation and
of this rational control depends upon the use of two complexes:
(a) A _logical structure,_ that is to say, a body of mathematical and
conceptual theory which is brought to bear upon the immediate materials
of sense, and (b) a _mechanical structure,_ that is to say, either (1)
a carefully planned _arrangement of apparatus,_ such as is always
necessary in making physical measurements, or (2) a carefully planned
_order of operations,_ such as the successive operations of solution,
reaction, precipitation, filtration, and weighing in chemistry.

  These two complexes do indeed constitute a New Engine which helps
the mind as tools help the hand; it is through the enrichment of
the materials of sense by the operation of this New Engine that the
elaborate interpretations of the physical sciences are made possible,
and the study of elementary physics is intended to lead to the
realization of this New Engine: (a) By the building up in the mind,
of the logical structure of the physical sciences; (b) by training
in the making of measurements and in the performance of ordered
operations, and (c) by exercises in the application of these things
to the actual phenomena of physics and chemistry at every step
and all of the time with every possible variation.

  That, surely, is a sufficiently exacting program; and the only
alternative is to place the student under the instruction of Jules
Verne where he need not trouble himself about foundations but may
follow his teacher pleasantly on a care-free trip to the moon or with
easy improvidence embark on a voyage of twenty-thousand leagues under
the sea.

  What it means to study physical science may be explained further by
mentioning the chief difficulties encountered in the teaching of
that subject. One difficulty is that the native sense of most men is
woefully inadequate without stimulation and direction for supplying
the sense material upon which the logical structure of the science is
intended to operate. A second difficulty is that the human mind is so
in the habit of considering the practical affairs of life that it can
hardly be turned to that minute consideration of apparently
insignificant details which is so necessary in the scientific analysis
even of the most practical things. Everyone knows the capacity of the
Indian for long continued and serious effort in his primitive mode of
life, and yet it is difficult to persuade an Indian "farmer" to plow.
Everyone knows also that the typical college student is not stupid,
and yet it is difficult to persuade the young men of practical and
business ideals in our colleges and technical schools to study the
abstract elements of science. Indeed it is as difficult to get the
average young man to hold abstract things in mind as to get a young
Indian to plow, and for almost exactly the same reason. The scientific
details of any problem are in themselves devoid of human value, and
this quality of detachment is the most serious obstacle to young
people in their study of the sciences.

  A third difficulty which indeed runs through the entire
front-of-progress of the human understanding is that the primitive
mind-stuff of a young man must be rehabilitated in entirely new
relations in fitting the young man for the conditions of modern life.
Every science teacher knows how much coercion is required for so
little of this rehabilitation; but the bare possibility of the process
is a remarkable fact, and that it is possible to the extent of bringing
a Newton or a Pasteur out of a hunting and fishing ancestry is indeed
wonderful. Everyone is familiar with the life history of a butterfly,
how it lives first as a caterpillar and then undergoes a complete
transformation into a winged insect. It is, of course, evident that
the bodily organs of a caterpillar are not at all suited to the needs
of a butterfly, the very food (of those species which take food) being
entirely different. As a matter of fact almost every portion of the
bodily structure of the caterpillar is dissolved as it were, into
a formless pulp at the beginning of the transformation, and the
organization of a flying insect then grows out from a central nucleus
very much as a chicken grows in the food-stuff of an egg. So it is in
the development of a young man. In early childhood the individual, if
he has been favored by fortune, exercises and develops more or less
extensively the primitive instincts and modes of the race in a free
outdoor life, and the result is so much mind-stuff to be dissolved
and transformed with more or less coercion and under more or less
constraint into an effective mind of the twentieth-century type.

  A fourth difficulty is that the possibility of the rehabilitation of
mind-stuff has grown up as a human faculty almost solely on the
basis of language, and the essence of this rehabilitation lies in the
formation of ideas; whereas _a very large part of physical science is
a correlation in mechanisms._

  The best way of meeting this quadruply difficult situation in the
teaching of elementary physics is to relate the teaching as much as
possible to the immediately practical and intimate things of life,
and to go in for suggestiveness as the only way to avoid a total
inhibition of the sense that is born with a young man. Such a method
is certainly calculated to limber up our theories and put them all at
work, the pragmatic method, our friends the philosophers call it, a
method which pretends to a conquering destiny.




THE DISCIPLINE OF WORK.


  The first object of all work--not the principal one, but the first
and necessary one--is to get food, clothes, lodging, and fuel.

  But it is quite possible to have too much of all these things. I
know a great many gentlemen, who eat too large dinners; a great many
ladies, who have too many clothes. I know there is lodging to spare in
London, for I have several houses there myself, which I can't let.
And I know there is fuel to spare everywhere, since we get up steam
to pound the roads with, while our men stand idle; or drink till they
can't stand, idle, or otherwise.

                                                           RUSKIN. {5}


  Two generations ago school was supplemented by endless opportunity
for play, and children had to work about the house and farm more and
more as they grew to maturity. Play and work were in those days as
plentiful as sunshine and air, and it is no wonder that educational
ideals were developed taking no account of them. But we cling to these
old ideals at the present time when children have no opportunity to
play, when there is an almost complete absence of old fashioned chores
about the home, when boys never see their fathers at work, and when
the only opportunity for boys and girls to work outside the home is
to face the certainty of reckless exploitation! What a piece of
stupidity! Our entire educational system, primary and secondary,
collegiate and technical, is sick with inconsequential bookishness,
and school work has become the most inefficient of all the organized
efforts of men.

  Yes but we have our Manual Training Schools and our college courses
in Shop Work and Shop Inspection. Away with such scholastic shams! The
beginnings of manual training must indeed be provided for in school;
paper cutting, sewing and whittling. But from the absurdity of an
Academic Epitome of Industry may the good Lord deliver us! And he will
deliver us, never fear, for the law of economy is His law too.


  _The greatest educational problem of our time is how to make use of
  commercial and industrial establishments as schools to the extent
  that they are schools._


  The first object of all work is indeed to get food and clothes and
lodging and fuel, but the essence of work is a human discipline as
kindly and beneficent as the sunshine and the rain, and the greatest
need of our time is that the discipline of work come again to its own
in our entire system of education.


  _This book is dedicated to the kind of education that is proving
   itself at the University of Cincinnati._




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and whittling. But from the absurdity of an Academic Epitome of
Industry may the good Lord deliver us! And he will deliver us, never
fear, for the law of economy is His law too.


  _The greatest educational problem of our time is how to make use of
  commercial and industrial establishments as schools to the extent
  that they are schools._


  The first object of all work is indeed to get food and clothes and
lodging and fuel, but the essence of work is a human discipline as
kindly and beneficent as the sunshine and the rain, and the greatest
need of our time is that the discipline of work come again to its own
in our entire system of education.


  _This book is dedicated to the kind of education that is proving
   itself at the University of Cincinnati._


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PART OF AN EDUCATION.


                        Prairie born;
  Once his feet touch the <DW72> of Western mountain
  The level road they ever more shall spurn.
  If once he drink from snow-pure crystal fountain
  His thirst shall, ever more consuming, burn
    With deepened draughts from common stream.

  Once his eye catch glimpse of more substantial glory
  Than prairie horizon high piled with clouded foam
  His quickened yearning shall inspire old story
  Of unbounded, deathless realms beyond the sunset--Home!


  There were two of us, a prairie born tenderfoot in the person of a
sixteen-year-old college sophomore and the writer. After months of
anticipation and planning we hurried away at the close of the college
term, leaving the prairies of Iowa to spend a short vacation in the
mountains; and we arrived in Denver on a perfect, cloudless morning in
June.

  Since early daylight we had kept an eager watch to westward across
the even plains to catch a first glimpse of the great Front Range of
the Rocky Mountains with its covering of summer snow, and after making
some purchases of camp supplies we climbed to Capitol Hill in Denver
to see the foothills soften to purple and the snow fields melt to
liquid gold as the crystal day turned to crimson glory with the
setting of the sun.


[Illustration: Sunset Washes]


    "This is the land that the sunset washes,
    Those are the Banks of the Yellow Sea
    Where it arose, and whither it rushes
    This is the western mystery."


  Late in the evening we took the train for Loveland from which place we
were to start on a walking trip to Laramie, up in Wyoming.

  In Loveland we purchased a pony and a pack-saddle. The pony had never
been broken to the saddle, and inasmuch as the art of packing has
always to be learned anew when one has not practiced it for several
years, both of us were, in some respects, as green as the pony, and
naturally somewhat nervous when we started from Loveland. The pony
served us well however and at the worst only gave us a name for the
Bucking Horse Pass when we crossed the range of the Medicine Bow
Mountains from the waters of the Grand River to those of the North
Platte.

  From Loveland we reached Sprague's Ranch in Estes Park, thirty-five
miles away, in two days of easy travel over a good stage road,
encountering a snow squall in the high foothills which left us cold
and wet at sundown of the first day. In Estes Park we stayed three
days, fishing, running up to timber line as preliminary exercise, and
writing letters. The writer had spent two previous summers in Estes
Park near Sprague's Ranch in company with friends from the University
of Kansas.


    CAMP ACCLIMATIZATION
    June 21st.

_My dear little Friend:_--

  D. and I reached this place day before yesterday. I saw Fred Sprague
yesterday. He had already learned of our presence in the Park, having
seen our characteristic hob-nail tracks, and, as his mother tells me,
he remarked upon seeing them that "God's people had come," meaning the
Kansas boys with whom he became acquainted in '86 and '89.

  We have passed thousands of flowers since leaving Loveland, white
poppies, cactus, blue bells, columbine and others more than I can
tell. The blue bells are of the same kind that you and I found near
Bloomington several weeks ago. It would be very nice if you and I
could make some of our Saturday excursions in this country.

  I wish I could tell you more of our trip. Of course it is scarcely
begun as yet, but I know pretty well what it will be; hard, for one
thing, and lonesome, but strangely fascinating. We are beginning
already to have that attitude towards nature which I imagine Indians
have, namely, the desire to get something to eat out of everything we
see. [M. had written her brother D. at Moraine post office of the pies
and cakes they were making at home.] This is by no means greediness,
for a measured appetite is essentially incompatible with the conditions
of Indian life. In fact the only wild animals which are not gourmands
on occasion are those which eat grass. Of course, we are at best only
Agency Indians, but we shall soon be off our reservation.

  Few people realize the utter desolation of many parts of the Rocky
Mountains; and often on my mountain trips, hungry and foot-sore, my
fancy has turned to what my friend 'Gric[H] has told me of the utterly
desolate Funeral Mountains that border Death Valley in southern
California, and of the infinite sunshine there. What would _you_
think, my little friend, even now amid the comforts and joys of home,
if you could hear a trustworthy account of an actual trip over those
dreadful Mountains and into that awful Valley?

  I hope that the map with the accompanying description will help you to
a knowledge of the geography and geology of this country. I send kind
regards to your father and mother.

    Your friend, F.


  Starting from Estes Park for the Grand River country we stopped over
night at _Camp Desolation_ in Windy Gulch, an enormous amphitheater
rising above timber line on the north, east, and west, and opening to
the south into Big Thompson Canyon. The mouth of the Gulch is dammed
by the lateral moraine of an ancient Thompson glacier and behind this
dam is a level, marshy stretch with a few green spruce and thickets
of aspen, black alder and mountain willow. Near timber line also is
a scattered fringe of green with dots of white. All the rest is a
desolate stretch of burned timber.

  Trailing to the head of Windy Gulch in the morning we gained the
summit of Thompson Ridge which we followed in a northwesterly
direction for about twelve miles; then we circled around the head of
Big Thompson river and went down to Camp at the head of the Cache la
Poudre river, precisely on the Continental Divide in Milner Pass about
two hundred feet below timber line with Specimen Mountain immediately
to the north of us.


    SPECIMEN MOUNTAIN CAMP,
    June 24th.

_My Dear B:_--

  D. and I are going to run down to Grand Lake settlement to-morrow for
bacon and flour so I write this today. I have been in camp all morning
cooking and mending while D. has been looking for sheep up in the
crater of Specimen Mountain. He saw two and shot without effect.
Specimen Mountain is an extinct volcano and sheep come to the crater
to lick. I have seen as many as a hundred and fifty sheep there at
different times during the four trips that I have made to this region,
but I have hunted them only one day (the first) of the twenty-five
that I have spent in this camp--without success, of course.

  Flowers in profusion are found at these altitudes already where the
shrinking snow drifts have exposed the ground to the warm June sun,
but under the drifts it is yet the dead of winter. As the season
advances the snow recedes, and each newly uncovered strip of ground
passes with exuberant haste through a cycle of spring.

  We came over from Estes Park yesterday and the day before. At one
point I carried the horse's pack about a quarter of a mile on account
of steepness of trail and depth of snow, leaving the pony under D.'s
guidance to wallow through as best she could. We shall, no doubt, have
some hard work getting out of the Grand River valley to the north over
the Medicine Bow but we intend to keep at it. We are, of course, likely
to get cold and wet, tired and hungry. In fact, I am neither very dry
nor very warm now as I write, for it is half snowing and half raining;
nor hungry (?) for I have just eaten three slices of bacon, half a corn
cake eight inches in diameter and an inch thick, with bacon gravy made
with flour and water, and nearly a quart of strong coffee of syrupy
sweetness. I do wish D. had killed that sheep this morning! We hope to
get some trout to-morrow out of Grand River, but to see the sheets of
water which are being shed off the range from rain and melting snow
makes one feel uncertain of the trout fishing. I will close for this
time and put this into my knapsack. To-morrow D. and I will get our
"walkins" on bright and early, and pack it to Grand Lake. This is a
tough country beyond imagination.

    Yours sincerely, F.


  When trailing above timber line on our way to Specimen Mountain and
subsequently we were on snow much of the time; below timber line at
high altitudes we contended about equally with snow and fallen timber;
and at middle altitudes where the timber is heavy and where fires have
been frequent and disastrous the fallen timber alone is quite enough
to make travel troublesome. Mud and water, fallen and falling,
we encountered everywhere, but without much concern. The greatest
vexation to the amateur traveler in the Rockies is to slip off a log
in trying to cross a stream, and thus get wet all over, when if one
had been reasonable, one might have been wet only to the middle.
An awkward comrade of '89 did this so many times that it became a
standing joke; but 'Gric,{7} as we called him, that is to say
_Agricola,_ after his father "Farmer" Funston of Kansas, developed grit
enough to take him through Death Valley in southern California, to take
him, all alone, 1,600 miles down the Yukon River in an open boat and
across 200 miles of unexplored country during the winter night to the
shores of the Arctic Ocean, to take him into the Cuban army, where he
received three serious wounds, and finally to take him through the
Philippines with our Volunteer Army where he captured Aguinaldo.

  From _Specimen Mountain Camp_ in Milner Pass we made our way to Grand
River over an extremely difficult trail, nearly breaking our pony's
leg in the fallen timber, and, finding it impossible to reach Grand
Lake by the river trail without wetting our pack, we went into
(_Mosquito_) camp and did our week's washing. The next day we left our
pony, and made a flying round trip of thirty miles to the settlement.
The next morning, hoping to escape the mosquitoes, we moved camp
several miles up stream and in the afternoon we climbed to the summit
of one of the high spurs of a nameless[J] peak in the range of the
Medicine Bow. We got back to camp late in the evening in a sharp rain,
which continued all night.

  The next morning promised fair weather, and after some hesitation, we
packed up for the trip over to North Park. Starting at eight o'clock
we reached the deserted mining camp, Lulu, at eleven, having forded
Grand River seven times, the water of it ice cold and swift as an arrow.
We then began to climb the range, the summit of which we reached at
three o'clock at the pass of the Bucking Horse far above timber line. At
four o'clock we began the descent into the valley of the Michigan fork
of the North Platte. The rain, until now fitful, became steady and we,
determined to reach a good camping place, kept our pony at a half-trot
until eight o'clock, when we found a deserted cabin. We were too
impatiently hungry to make biscuit, which we ordinarily baked in the
frying pan before cooking our bacon, so we made our supper of graham mush,
bacon, bacon gravy and coffee. Next morning we found to our dismay that
our baking powder had been left at the Bucking Horse--and no wonder, for
our pack had been strewn for a quarter of a mile along the trail--so
we were reduced to mush again for breakfast.


    GOULD'S RANCH,
    July 7th.

  _My Dear B:_

  We have just returned from a week's hunt in the Medicine Bow Mountains
east of here. We saw elk, killed a deer, and spent the Fourth of July on
a prominent but nameless peak from which we got a splendid view.


         *       *       *       *       *


  After breakfast at Camp _Mush,_ Mr. E.B. Gould, a neighboring cattle
rancher who has no cattle, was attracted by the smoke of our campfire,
and coming up to see us, he invited us to his shanty to eat venison.
We went. We have now been with him a week and we are starting on our
second carcass.

  Gould lives by hunting and trapping, and by odd work in the Park
during the haying season. He came to this country years ago with a
hunting party and has been hunting ever since. Several years ago
he took up a claim in the extreme southeastern corner of North Park
conveniently near to hunting grounds in the Medicine Bow. He gave
up his claim, for good, a year ago, and made an overland trip to New
Mexico. That did not satisfy him either, so now he is back in his old
shanty again. He thinks we are the toughest "tender-foots" he ever
saw. He approves of us, there is no doubt about that, and he has
pulled up his stakes to travel with us just for the pleasure of our
company! He takes great interest in D.'s knowledge of bugs, and D. and
he are both real hunters each according to his experience. Before we
fell in with Gould I could persuade D. to wanton exertion in the way
of mountain climbing but now I am in the minority, but the hunters
propose, with a flourish, the scaling of every peak that comes in sight.

  I had a spell of mountain fever just before the Fourth and Gould dosed
me with sage brush tea, the vilest concoction I ever had to take.

  Gould is not accustomed to walk except when actually hunting, so he
has a riding horse, and a trusty old pack animal whose minimum name
is "G---- d---- you Jack," and whose maximum name (and load) is
indeterminate. Gould is going with us to spend a week in the Range
of the Rabbit's Ear, far to the west across North Park. He has an old
wagon which, if it holds together, will save D. and me some tedious
steps across the desert, for indeed this "park" is a desert. We shall
pass through Walden, the metropolis and supply station of the Park.

    Yours, F.


FROM D.'S MOTHER

  _My precious boy:_

  I trust you will excuse me for using this paper but I am up stairs,
and no one [is] here to bring me any other. They tell me I need not
wonder that we do not hear from you and I shall try not to be
disappointed if we do not hear for a while. Nevertheless my dear boy,
the uncertainty I feel in regard to your safety will make a letter
very welcome indeed. Perhaps I would have more courage if I were
strong. For five days I have been very uncomfortable. I am sitting up
some today for the first [time] and hope soon to be well as usual.

  We were exceedingly glad to hear from you from Grand Lake. I cannot,
however, say that the account of your experience by stone slide[K] and
river have lessened my anxiety. I am writing now, Thursday, in bed. I
have been quite poorly again. We shall not look now for a letter from
you but hope to see you face to face before many days. May God bless
and keep you! Give our love to Mr. F. All join me in tenderest love to
you.

    Your devoted mother.


  At Walden we laid in a fresh supply of flour and bacon, and canned
goods, especially canned fruit, to last us while we stayed with the
wagon. We then pushed on to the west, striking camp on the West Fork
of the North Platte, where we stayed two nights. Here we tried hard a
third time for trout without success, but we turned off the water
from an irrigating ditch and captured a large number of "squaw fish"
(suckers).

  From _Camp Chew_ we made our way well up into the foothills of the
Range of the Rabbit's Ear, and then packed our animals, minimum Jack
and our pony, and pushed up the range over the worst trail we had yet
encountered, through an absolute wilderness of fallen timber. Rain
with fog set in as we approached timber line, and we were forced to go
into camp early to wait for morning. Morning came with fog and rain,
and we spent the entire day hunting trail, only to go into camp again
towards evening. The next day, however, came clear and we made our way
over the range, through Frying Pan Meadow, and reached camp down on
Elk river towards evening without difficulty. We found good fishing
here at last and great numbers of deer but no elk. After three rainy
days in _Elk River Camp,_ one of which was spent jerking venison of
D.'s killing, we packed up and made the return trip over the range in
one day of hard travel, going into camp by the shore of a shallow
pond well out on the barren level of North Park. The next morning we
parted company with Gould, and in two days we made sixty stage road
miles across North Park and over the northern portion of the Medicine
Bow Mountains to Woods post office at the edge of the Laramie plains,
twenty-five miles from Laramie.


[Illustration: Looking North Across Specimen Mountain Stone Slide.]


  We had intended walking through to Laramie, but ninety miles and two
mountain ranges in three days, not to mention the writer's terribly
blistered feet, had temporarily taken some of the ambition out of us,
and after some fine diplomacy D. and the writer each found that the
other was willing to descend to stage coach riding. We accordingly
sold our fine little pony for five dollars, packed our outfit in a
compact bundle which we wrapped in our small tent (which had been used
as a smoke-house for curing venison at _Elk River Camp_), and took the
stage for Laramie.

  At Laramie we took the train for home, and with eyes eagerly awake we
watched for hundreds of miles an increasing luxuriance of vegetation
which reached its climax in the marvelously rich, endless, undulating
fields of eastern Nebraska and Iowa:


    This is the land that the sunset washes
    These are the Waves of the Yellow Sea;
    Where it arose and whiter it rushes,
    This is the western mystery.


[Illustration: In the Range of the Rabbit's Ear.]


  We had been away from home for thirty-three days, and in the mountains
for thirty-one nights--Indians reckon by nights; and we had tramped
more than three hundred and fifty miles from Loveland to the edge
of the Laramie plains. A large portion of the time was spent at high
altitudes where the weather is not lamb-like in June, and no small
portion of the three hundred and fifty miles was mud and water, snow
and fallen timber, through a country as rough, perhaps, as is to be
found anywhere, and as interesting. The only way to study Geography
is with the feet! No footless imagination can realize the sublimity
of western Mountain and Plain. Nothing but a degree of hardship can
measure their widespread chaos and lonely desolation, and only the
freshened eagerness of many mornings can perceive their matchless
glory.


[Illustration: Near Frying Pan Meadow.]


  We reached home weather-beaten almost beyond recognition, but in
robust health, especially D., who had actually gained in weight
during the trip. From the railroad station we carried our outfit, and
venison, two miles to the college grounds, reaching D.'s home about
midnight.

  Here our madly exuberant spirits were suddenly checked by finding
that the illness of D.'s mother had become extremely serious. However
she was determined to see us both--to give a last approval.


  "We never know how high we are
    Till we are called to rise;
  And then, if we are true to plan,
    Our statures touch the skies.

  "The heroism we recite
    Would be a daily thing,
  Did not ourselves the cubits warp
    For fear to be a king."


  After four days D.'s mother died. It fell to B. and F. to make
a sculptor's plaster mask, and photographs; and to F. to watch
overnight--and hasten to the woods in the morning.


    "The bustle in a house
    The morning after death
    Is solemnest of industries
    Enacted upon earth.

    "The sweeping up the heart
    And putting love away
    We shall not want to use again
    Until Eternity."


  A beautiful Campanile now stands on the college campus erected in
memory of D.'s mother by the state of Iowa; and from this memory-tower
a chime of bells


          Greets
      Those who pass in joy
  And those who pass in sorrow;
      As we have passed,
         Our time.


    "Superiority to fate
    Is difficult to learn.
    'Tis not conferred by any,
    But possible to earn
    A pittance at a time,
    Until, to her surprise,
    The soul with strict economy
    Subsists till Paradise."




  THE USES OF HARDSHIP.


  Did you chance, my friends, any of you, to see, the other day, the
83rd number of the _Graphic,_ with the picture of the Queen's concert
in it? All the fine ladies sitting so trimly, and looking so sweet,
and doing the whole duty of woman--wearing their fine clothes
gracefully; and the pretty singer, white-throated, warbling "Home
sweet home" to them, so morally, and melodiously! Here was yet to be
our ideal of virtuous life, thought the _Graphic!_ Surely we are
safe back with our virtues in satin slippers and lace veils--and our
Kingdom of Heaven is come _with_ observation!

    RUSKIN.


  Ruskin has said that the children of the rich often get the worst
education to be had for money, whereas the children of the poor often
get the best education for nothing. And the poor man's school is
hardship. {8}

  It is generally admitted that wealthy American parents are too
indulgent towards their children. However this may be, many an
American father is determined that his sons shall not go through what
he himself went through as a boy, forgetting that the hardships of his
youth were largely the hardships of pioneer life which have vanished
forever. No boy with good stuff in him and with a fair education
unmixed with extravagant habits of living can possibly have more
hardship nowadays than is good for him. Every young man must sooner
or later stand by himself; and hardship, which in its essence is to be
thrown on one's own resources, is the best school.

  But the most alluring school of hardship, a sort of Summer School of
the University of Hard Knocks, is a walking trip into the mountains to
the regions of summer snow, carrying one's whole outfit on one's back
as did the Kansas boys of '89, or indulging in the ownership of a
pack-pony and a miner's tent as did D. and the writer in '95. The
hardships of such a trip are of the old old type, the facing of all
kinds of weather and the hunting for food, and they waken a thousand-fold
deeper response than the most serious hunt for a job in a modern city.




    THE PUBLIC SCHOOL


    DENMARK HILL, April 1st, 1871.

  _My Friends:_

  It cannot but be pleasing to us to reflect, this day, that if we are
often foolish enough to talk English without understanding it, we are
often wise enough to talk Latin without knowing it. For this month
retains its pretty Roman name, which means the month of Opening; of
the light in the days, and the life in the leaves, and of the voices
of birds, and of the hearts of men.

  And being the month of Manifestation, it is pre-eminently the month
of Fools;--for under the beatific influence of moral sunshine, or
Education, the Fools always come out first.

  But what is less pleasing to reflect upon, this spring morning, is,
that there are some kinds of education which may be described, not as
moral sunshine, but as moral moonshine; and that, under these, Fools
come out both First--and Last.

  We have, it seems, now set our opening hearts much on this one point,
that we will have education for all men and women now, and for all
girls and boys that are to be. Nothing, indeed, can be more desirable,
if only we determine also what kind of education we are to have. It is
taken for granted that any education must be good;--that the more of
it we get, the better; that bad education only means little education;
and that the worst we have to fear is getting none. Alas that is not
at all so. Getting no education is by no means the worst thing that
can happen to us. The real thing to be feared is getting a bad one.

    RUSKIN.


  The recent exchange of visits between Pennsylvanians and Wisconsinites
has resulted in the organization of an association for the carrying
out of the Wisconsin Idea in Pennsylvania; but the New York _Evening
Post,_ in commenting upon the Pennsylvania version of the Wisconsin
Idea, calls attention to the fact that in Wisconsin the idea is
carried into effect by public agencies, whereas the Pennsylvania
version is to be executed privately! The _Evening Post_ did not,
indeed, say execute; I, myself, have introduced the word, because it
so exactly conveys the meaning of the _Post's_ criticism.{9}

  Why is it that so many good people take up things like the Boy Scout
movement, privately, never giving a moment's thought to our rusting
school machinery? Why are we so privately minded as to enthuse over
Mrs. so-and-so's out-of-the-city movement for children, never thinking
of the _potentialities_ of establishments like Girard College? The
trouble is that we Americans have never learned to do things together;
we still have the loyal but lazy habit of looking expectantly for a
King, and, of course, we get a Philadelphia Ring, the lowest Circle in
the Inferno of the Worst; and all the while our might be doers of good
affect a kind of private Kingship, and sink into a mire of idiotic[L]
impotence.

  The seven wonders of the world all fade into insignificance in
comparison with one great fact in modern government, a fact so
fundamental that we seldom think of it, namely, the great fact of
taxation. Funds sufficient to meet every public need of the community
flow automatically into the public treasury. This is indeed a very
remarkable thing, but it seems almost ludicrous when we consider that
wasteful expenditure of public funds is the universal rule, and that
good people everywhere are struggling to do public things privately!
Was there ever before two such horns to a dilemma? Fog horns, grown
inwardly on every Pennsylvanian's head! When a city of 10,000 people
has an annual school budget of $60,000, it is evident that everything
can be done that needs to be done for the schooling of children.

  I believe that the school day should be increased to 8 hours, the
school week to 6 days, and the school year to 12 months; with elastic
provision for home work and out-of-town visiting. I believe that
school activities should include a wide variety of simple hand work,
and a great deal of outdoor play, with ample provision for the things
that are done by Boy Scouts and Camp Fire Girls; and when children are
old enough and strong enough to begin their vocational training, their
school activities should be combined with work in office and factory.
Let no one imagine that such a program is impracticable; for in the
city, school is the sum of all influences outside the home, and the
school day is now more than eight hours, the school week is more
than six days, and school lasts the whole year through; these are the
facts, say what you will; and everything is in a dreadful state of
confusion--excepting only book work. _It is time for us to think
of the public school as including everything which makes for the
efficient organization and orderly control of the juvenile world._
The Junior Municipality, which has been recently proposed, added to
existing school work with provision for simple manual training and
outdoor play would constitute a fairly complete realization of this
wide conception of the public school, and any narrower conception is
hopeless in a modern city.

  As to educational values there is a widespread misunderstanding.
Imagine a teacher taking his youngsters on a hike two or three times a
week all winter long! Every parent, _hoping for his children to escape
the necessity of work,_ would howl in stupid criticism "Is that what
I send my children to school for?" Or the School Superintendent might
have the point of view of the excessively teachy teacher, who, in a
recent discussion of the Boy Scout idea, admitted that cross-country
hikes would be a good thing, provided, something were associated with
them to justify them, and this something was understood to be bookish!
As to vocational training, on the other hand, we must reckon with the
manufacturer who will not train workmen for his competitors but who
expects his competitors to train workmen for him. And we must also
reckon with the ministerial member of the school-board who meets a
proposal for vocational training with the question "How then will you
educate for life?"

  "Ich ging im Walde
    So fuer mich hin,
  Und nichts zu suchen
    Das war mein Sinn."

  The youngster who goes on a hike for nothing will get everything, and
to be fit for service is to be fit for life.


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 As to educational values there is a widespread misunderstanding.
Imagine a teacher taking his youngsters on a hike two or three times a
week all winter long! Every parent, _hoping for his children to escape
the necessity of work,_ would howl in stupid criticism "Is that what
I send my children to school for?" Or the School Superintendent might
have the point of view of the excessively teachy teacher, who, in a
recent discussion of the Boy Scout idea, admitted that cross-country
hikes would be a good thing, provided, something were associated with
them to justify them, and this something was understood to be bookish!
As to vocational training, on the other hand, we must reckon with the
manufacturer who will not train workmen for his competitors but who
expects his competitors to train workmen for him. And we must also
reckon with the ministerial member of the school-board who meets a
proposal for vocational training with the question "How then will you
educate for life?"

  "Ich ging im Walde
    So fuer mich hin,
  Und nichts zu suchen
    Das war mein Sinn."

  The youngster who goes on a hike for nothing will get everything, and
to be fit for service is to be fit for life.


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FOOTNOTES


A: The western prairies, except in the very center of the Mississippi
Valley, are beautifully rolling, and they meet every stream with deeply
carved bluffs. In the early days every stream was fringed with woods;
and prairie and woodland, alike, knew nothing beyond the evenly balanced
contest of indigenous life. There came, however, a succession of strange
epidemics, as one after another of our noxious weeds gained foothold in
that fertile land. I remember well several years when dog-fennel grew
in every nook and corner of my home town in Kansas; then, after a few
years, a variety of thistle grew to the exclusion of every other
uncultivated thing; and then followed a curious epidemic of tumble-weed,
a low spreading annual which broke off at the ground in the Fall and
was rolled across the open country in countless millions by the Autumn
winds. I remember well my first lone "beggar louse," and how pretty I
thought it was! And my first dandelion, and of that I have never changed
my opinion!


B: ROAD-SONG OF THE BANDER-LOG.

  (From Kipling's Jungle-Book.)

    Here we go in a flung festoon,
    Half way up to the jealous moon!
    Don't you envy our pranceful bands?
    Don't you wish your feet were hands?
    Wouldn't you like if your tails were--so--
    Curved in the shape of a cupid's bow?
    Now you're angry, but--never mind--
    Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

    Here we sit in a branchy row,
    Thinking of beautiful things we know;
    Dreaming of deeds we mean to do,
    All complete in a minute or two--
    Something noble and grand and good,
    Done by merely wishing we could.
    Now we're going to--never mind--
    Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

    All the talk we ever have heard
    Uttered by bat, or beast, or bird--
    Hide or scale or skin or feather--
    Jabber it quickly and altogether!
    Excellent! Wonderful! Once again!
    Now we are talking just like men.
    Let's pretend we are--never mind--
    Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
    This is the way of the Monkey-kind.

  Then join our leaping lines that scumfish through the pines,
    That rocket by where light and high the wild grape swings.
  By the rubbish in our wake, by the noble noise we make,
    Be sure, be sure, we're going to do some splendid things.


C: The site of an abandoned zinc mine, where a few of the Bethlehem
boys go to swim.


D: Popular Science Monthly, October, 1910.


E: Science as young people study it has two chief aspects, or in other
words, it may be roughly divided into two parts, namely, the study of
_the things which come upon us,_ as it were, and the study of _the
things which we deliberately devise._ The things that come upon us
include weather phenomena and every aspect and phase of the natural
world, the things we cannot escape; and the things we devise relate
chiefly to the serious work of the world, the things we laboriously
build and the things we deliberately and patiently seek.


F: See discussion on Bacon's New Engine on page 52 {6}


G: Opens the mind, that is, for those things which are conformable to
or consistent with the ideas. The history of science presents many
cases where accepted ideas have closed the mind to contrary evidences
for many generations. Let young men beware!


H: See Page 71 {7}


J: A volcanic mass of rugged spurs radiating from a great central
core; points and ridges rising, beautifully red, from immense fields
of snow. D. and the writer call it Mt. McDonald, but having made no
survey, the purely sentimental report which we could send to the map
makers in Washington would not suffice as a record there.


K: The crater of Specimen Mountain is worn away on one side by water,
and the crater now forms the head of a ragged gulch. Near the head of
this gulch is a <DW72> of loose stone, as steep as loose stone can lie,
which has a vertical height of 1500 or 2000 feet.


L: Among the Greeks an idiot was a man who thought only of
his private affairs, a privately minded man.





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