MOOSEHEART MAGAZINE
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A Mother Would Say
By HENRIETTA VAN NOY
to be a printer, and they make lots of money!”
“Wonder what our French boy’ll grow up to be,” broke in another boy. “I bet there isn’t a place in France like Mooseheart, where a fellow can learn anything he wants to. And he can learn what he doesn’t want to do, too; I sure don’t want to be a farmer. I’m goin’ to be a sign painter. You’ll see W. B. on sign boards all over the country. I’m just a natural born artist. That’s what James Whitcomb Riley used to do,—paint signs. Maybe I’ll turn out to be a poet, too,” he finished chestily.
“Oh, your little French orphan will be jealous of you, Willie. Better leave the poetry to him,” commented Percy.
“Yeah,—and if we ’dopted a girl, it’d be Percy that could take care of the poetry, writin’ silly stuff to her,” retorted the sign painter, wickedly.
“Aw, give us a rest,” broke in another, “we’re going to have to own two orphans to keep everybody satisfied; a girl for Percy to write to, and a boy to watch Willie paint signs on every pasture fence. I suppose when he lands in America the first thing he’ll see will be the art work of W. B.”
“He’ll see me first!” spoke up little Johnny. “I’m going to be a newspaper reporter, and I’ll be right down to the pier to meet him. I’ll write him up and,” turning excitedly to the ambitious printer, “you’ll get to read the story down in the press room.”
“I’ll take his picture,” chimed in another young aspirant. “I’m going to be a photographer. I’ll get him just as he comes down the gang plank.”
“Yeah, if he doesn’t freeze or starve to death this winter! If he does, you won’t get him. Ten years from now can take care of itself; it’s up to us to take care of him, now.” And a call to supper ended the discussion.
Here is gratifying proof that the great institution of Mooseheart is a glorious success. Its children are normal, happy little creatures, generous, impulsive, and sure of sympathy in every worthy undertaking. In too many homes the kindly impulses of children are smothered and crushed out. Hard working parents see only the material needs of their own children, and fail to understand that this desire to sacrifice and share their bit with others gives the child greater happiness and spiritual uplift than the satisfying of every want could bring._ Every little act of loving sacrifice is a flowering of that sweet spirit we find so charming in childhood. At Mooseheart, that spirit thrives and blooms. Only selfish motives are repressed.
The Moose fathers and mothers who make this great home possible, and who desire to foster a worthy spirit of generosity and sacrifice in the children of this home, will be delighted to see the fruits of their desires so clearly shown. It is much to minister to the physical needs of helpless children; how infinitely greater is the accomplishment of satisfying their spiritual needs, as well.
In its superintendent, Mr. Adams, Mooseheart has the services of one of the most capable men the teaching profession has ever produced. Where we find one man of broad understanding and unfailing sympathy devoting his life to the problems of childhood, we find hundreds who are narrow, bigoted and severe, to be feared rather than to be loved. Mr. Adams is loved by every child at Mooseheart. The need for diplomats to serve at the courts of various countries may be done away with when secret treaties are no more, but diplomats will always be demanded for positions such as this that Mr. Adams fills. That he does fill it successfully proves his skill. Mooseheart prospers!
French, then we could all write to him.”
“You guys don’t suppose one little kid could write to all of you, do you?” remonstrated another. “If he was to write you each a letter once a year he’d have a harder time of it than Percy writin’ love letters to his French girl every day.”
“Wish I was rich,” spoke up one child eagerly, “I’d have one all my own! I’d buy him everything, a pony and a real train of cars that would run and a set of tools and everything to build him a little house, and he could play he lived in it, and have candy in every cupboard, and just eat pie and cake and bananas and cookies and everything, all the time!”
“Say, boy, you’d take on the whole French nation, wouldn’t you? With big ideas like that, you never will be rich. You’ll never hold onto your dollars long enough to have five at a time.”
“Bet I’ve ,got more money in the bank right now than you have,” the little fellow retorted.
“Oh, that’s all right, sonny, but that’s because they’re holding you steady here at Mooseheart. If they turned you loose, your money wouldn’t last long.”
“When they do turn me loose, I’ll know how to make money, so I’ll always have some to spend. I’m going
another money, a third an extra dress.
Over in one of the boys’ dormitories the question was being discussed.
“We don’t want any girl,” asserted a little chap, “we want a boy. Then we can send him a lot of things a fellow likes. And, anyway, a girl couldn’t wear trousers; if we had a boy we might send him some of our clothes. Say, Fellows, wouldn’t we take good care of him, though?” “And when we grow up maybe some of us will go over there and see him. Guess I’ll go over there to live.” “Maybe when he was grown up he’d come over here to live, and you wouldn’t find him over there,” suggested an older boy.
“Maybe it won’t be a boy we get,” said another. “I’d rather have a girl. I could write to her, for I’m studying■ French now. You little duffers couldn’t write French if you had to.” “Aw, he wants a girl so he can go over there and marry her,” called out one of the little fellows who wanted a boy. “I know, I know. Percy’s struck on the girls!” And he raced out of the door, pursued by Percy.
“I s’pose Percy figures on doing the letter writing while we other guys dig up the money,” muttered a boy who wasn’t taking lessons in French. “I bet if we get a boy, he could learn English as fast as Percy learns
Ernest M. Oswalt Goes to Japan, China and Siberia
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establish the business end of such a gigantic undertaking and cabled Brother Oswalt on November 20th, to come to Tokio as soon as his Mooseheart work could be arranged.
The matter of mechanical production and arranging mailing systems for publication work, as well as obtaining advertising for publications has for years been a specialty with Brother Oswalt. Now after several years of eifort in perfecting successful plans in this work to be called upon by such a man of such prominence in the journalistic field, as Dean Walter Williams speaks _ most highly
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look upon it that Mr. Williams would notr send for Brother Oswalt to come to Japan . (more than-8,000 miles away), unless he felt our Manager could perform a service. We therefore, have further right to feel that our printing department at Mooseheart has been in good hands.
Brother Oswalt will stop at Honolulu, Hawaii, for a few days and visit the Loyal Order of ;Moose Lodge there. His work with Mr. Williams will take him to China and Siberia, then in returning to America he will visit our big Lodge in Manila, ®n the Phil-lipine Islands.
We will miss him at Mooseheart, but will look forward to his return. The Lodges, District Supervisors, and members who have in the past been good patrons of the Press will be served just the same as they have been in the past and his work in the Magazine department will go on the same. The Mooseheart Press equipment is capable of handling thousands of dollars worth of printing annually and should be patronized liberally by all members of the Loyal Order of Moose.
We wish him well, we know he will perform his duty in the Orient as capably as he has with the Mooseheart Press in the past.
ERNEST M. OSWALT Manager of the Mooseheart Press
r HEN the Pacific Mail Steamship headed for Japan pulls away from its moorings in San Francisco Bay January 11th, 1919, the Manager of our Press at Mooseheart, Ernest M. Oswalt and his wife will be aboard.
He has been called to Japan because of his ability in magazine work and his knowledge of the printing business. It is surely a compliment to the Order that our Business Manager should be called. He goes to Japan as manager of the Mooseheart Press to help in establishing in Tokio the business operations of the “Trans-Pacific,” a monthly international magazine of finance and economics. The publication is expected to be of significant value in the days of reconstruction through promotion o f acquaintanceship and better business relations between the United States and other countries bordering on the Pacific ocean.
The magazine has the endorsement and support of many Government officials ; as well as J. P. Morgan, Judge E. H.
Gary and Jacob Schi.T of New York, and other leaders of American commerce, as well as the leading statesmen and financiers of Japan and China.
Brother Oswalt has been connected with the Order as Manager of the Press and Mooseheart Magazine since June, 1914, and has built up for Mooseheart an extremely efficient organization, which enables the Governors to give him a four months leave to help out in this work in Japan, which will materially help American industry. •
Dean Walter Williams, former Professor of Journalism of the University of Missouri, is in Japan at this time as Managing Editor. Just prior to sailing he came to Mooseheart and was made a member ^ of opr Order during the September session of the Supreme Council.
Upon_ Brother Williams arrival in Japan he realize^ his need for an expert to help
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UNDREDS of dollars’ worth of Thrift Stamps were bought by the children of Mooseheart. They responded patriotically and generously to every war appeal, and were intensely proud of the soldiers training in their midst. They yielded uncomplainingly to every rule that helped toward food conservation, ’though it meant going without pie and cake and puddings. They made many little sacrifices to save their pennies, and those sacrifices were enormous in their eyes. When a fellow is looking right into a showcase heaped with delicious candies, and he’s got a nickel in his pocket, and his fingers are on that nickel, how on earth is he going to let the nickel drop back into a corner of his pocket? Gee, his pocket might get a hole in it, and the nickel lose out! But they conquered over candy and their savings grew.
The war is over, and what can they devote their energies and attention to now? In what way can they serve? They would adopt a war orphan, a little French or Belgian child to be their very own! With the generous impulsiveness of childhood, they wish to share their blessings. These children, themselves fatherless, but blest with plenty, would adopt an orphan!
The terrible war is over, and our beloved homeland smiles out upon us, untouched by the ravages of war. Our hearts are torn with grief for those whose lives secured to us this peace; yet we rejoice over victory—a victory that has come in time for America to turn her vast energies, freed from the work of destruction, toward restoration and rebuilding. The children of Mooseheart, living in comfortable houses, warmly dressed and well fed, think of the helpless, homeless children in those devastated countries, and their hearts go out to them in eager sympathy. _ They would help, they would sacrifice something of their own comforts for those who are in need.
“And here I was fussing the other day because I couldn’t have a new dress right away,” said one of the older girls to a group of little folks gathered about her. “When I think about it, I’m very glod to have a dress, at all, aren’t you?” With shining eyes they nodded in agreement.
“Why,” said one tiny tot, smoothing her apron, “I’d rather have a doll or a kitty, anyway, than a new dress.”
When the older girl explained that the little children over there couldn’t even have a kitty, for there was not enough milk for the babies, their wonder grew. They had all the pure, fresh milk they could drink, and could not understand it all.
“Those little children have no homes, no warm clothes, and hardly a crust of bread to eat. Maybe their papa and mama and all their relatives are dead. Maybe they don’t know their own names. If you hadn’t had anything to eat for a long time, which would you rather have, a dolly, or some bread and butter? And if you had no shoes and stockings, you’d rather have them than a story book, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” responded a little girl, hesitatingly, “but I’d rather mostest have ’em all!”
“Well, you can see what they need first: Clothes and food and warm homes; after that they want dolls and story books and toys. Do you know how we can help them to have food?”
“Could we gend them some?”
“No; it is so far away, the cake you sent them would all be dry. But we can send money to buy food.”
The more they learned, the more eager they grew to help. Each thought of something she wanted to give out of her store of possessions—one a doll,