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Title: When They Were Girls

Author: Rebecca Deming Moore

Editor: Helen Mildred Owen

Illustrator: Mabel Betsy Hill

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WHEN THEY WERE GIRLS

by

REBECCA DEMING MOORE

Illustrated by Mabel Betsy Hill

Edited by Helen Mildred Owen






F. A. Owen Publishing Company
Dansville, New York

Copyright, 1923
F. A. Owen Publishing Company




                                Contents

Jane Addams
  The Girl Who Became a Neighbor to the Needy

Louisa M. Alcott
  Whose Stories of Real Life Are a Delight to Girls and Boys

Susan B. Anthony
  Who Worked for Sixty Years to Secure Rights for Women

Clara Barton
  The Girl Who Unfurled the First American Red Cross Flag

Amy Marcy Cheney Beach
  The Girl Who Made Melodies

Cecilia Beaux
  Whose Paint Brush Has Brought Her Fame

Evangeline Booth
  The Girl Who Lived the Meaning of Her Name

Frances Hodgson Burnett
  The Girl Who Loved Stories and Wrote Them

Katharine Bement Davis
  The Girl Who Has Helped to Straighten Twisted Lives

Grace Hoadley Dodge
  The Girl Who Worked for Working Girls

Alice Cunningham Fletcher
  The Girl Who Befriended the Red Man

Louise Homer
  Who Believes that Hard Work Is the Secret of Her Success as a Singer

Harriet Goodhue Hosmer
  The Girl Who Loved Art More Than Ease

Julia Ward Howe
  Whose Battle Hymn Sang Itself into the Hearts of a Nation

Helen Keller
  The Deaf and Blind Girl Who Found Light and Happiness Through Knowledge

Maria Mitchell
  The Girl Who Studied the Stars

Alice Freeman Palmer
  The Girl Who Guided College Girls

Maud Powell
  The Girl Whose Violin Spread Afar the Message of Music

Ellen H. Richards
  A Scientist Who Helped Home-Makers

Elizabeth Cady Stanton
  The Girl Who Helped to Draft Woman’s Declaration of Independence

Harriet Beecher Stowe
  The Girl Whose Story of Slavery Aroused The Whole World

Kate Douglas Wiggin
  Who Put the Joy of Living into Her Books

Frances E. Willard
  The Girl Who Fought the Dragon, Drink

Ella Flagg Young
  Whose Slogan Was “Better Schools for Girls and Boys”




                         Editor’s Introduction

_When They Were Girls_ contains the stories of a group of American
women, each one of whom occupies a very important place in her
particular field. The stories of these women have been written many
times before. We feel, however, that in this book you possibly may find
that their stories have been written in a little different way. Our
desire has been to bring very closely to the attention of our many
readers some of the outstanding characteristics in the girlhoods of
these women, and to show the relationship between these qualities in
girlhood and the achievements of adult life.

To many people, doubtless to almost everyone, comes the desire to
produce results, to achieve, and to add one’s bit to the welfare of the
world. Sometimes one is apt to become impatient, and to feel that he is
not arriving at his goal. Under such circumstances it is helpful for us
to acquaint ourselves with the life story of someone whom we feel has
reached the goal for which we are striving. We may then learn that
success does not come overnight, but that years of careful, painstaking
work are often spent before the contribution that one has for the world
is completed.

It is so easy to admire someone who has attained success, and to wish
for that same success and recognition oneself. Often, however, we are
not willing to pay the price that he or she paid. To very few people
does success come easily. The small minority to whom it does seem to
come in that way can only remain successful through careful, painstaking
work.

The women whose stories are within this book have not obtained the
praise of the world easily. As girls, some of them were wealthy, some of
them were very poor; but they _all_ had obstacles to overcome. Each one
had her own way to make. No amount of money, nor an especially fine
environment, could ever be the means of making anyone successful.
Success comes not from without, but from within.

It is, of course, desirable to have every opportunity that will help to
develop one’s particular ability. The greater a person’s opportunity to
receive help from all available good sources, the better it is for him.
However, success depends upon oneself. No amount of encouragement, no
effort put forth by loving parents, no amount of money expended for
advantageous purposes, will ever accomplish great things unless the
person himself really desires to achieve.

No matter how small our part in the world may seem, it is possible for
us each to do our work in such a way that it will prove to be a
forerunner of greater things to come. We can take but one step at a
time, and by taking that step as best we know how we shall be led to
something higher. In reading the stories in this book you will see at
once that when these women were girls they had no idea of what they
would ultimately achieve. Nevertheless, they each took the steps that
seemed necessary to their progress, as each step presented itself. This
careful preparation, this conscientious work, has enabled these women to
give to the world their best, and has made it possible for us to profit
not only by their gifts but by their example, as well.

                                                    Helen Mildred Owen.
Rochester, New York,

November 28, 1923.




                          WHEN THEY WERE GIRLS




[Illustration]


                              Jane Addams—

              The Girl Who Became a Neighbor To the Needy


“Why do people live in such horrid little houses so close together,
Father?” asked seven-year-old Jane on a trip to the city.

At home in the village, when she was tired of playing in the big roomy
house, she could run across the green to the stream by her father’s
mill. Here, in the city, instead of wide green slopes and the low hum of
the sawmill were narrow, dirty alleys and the clatter of carts and
street cars.

When Mr. Addams explained that some people do not have money enough to
choose pleasant places for their homes, Jane declared: “When I grow up,
I shall have a large house, of course, but I shall not have it among
other fine houses, but right in the midst of horrid little houses like
these.”

Now, strangely enough, when she grew up, she did that very thing. She
went to live in a big house situated in the midst of poor Chicago
tenements. Later, this little girl, who was Jane Addams, became known
all over the world as the friend of the poor.

Jane Addams was born at Cedarville, Illinois, September 6, 1860. Little
Jane could not remember her mother, who died when she was a baby, but
she thought that no little girl ever had a father like hers. She was
proud of his imposing figure, and she loved him dearly. Though he was a
very busy man he always had time to answer her questions. She had a
great many to ask, too, for even as a small child she did a good deal of
thinking.

Jane’s father had been a state senator for sixteen years and could tell
her interesting stories about the history of the country. He talked to
her so often about Abraham Lincoln, who had been his friend, that Jane
felt almost as if she herself had known the great-hearted man.

One Sunday Jane appeared before her father dressed for Sunday school in
a beautiful new coat. It was a finer coat than any other little girl in
the village had. For this reason, Mr. Addams suggested that Jane wear
her old coat to save the feelings of the other little girls. Jane
consented to do so, although she was very much disappointed.

As they walked to Sunday school, Jane wondered how the good things of
life could be more evenly divided. Ever since she had first seen the
“horrid little houses” about a year before, her young mind had been busy
with this problem. Jane turned to her father and asked him how it could
be solved. He explained that even though everything cannot be divided
evenly, people should act and dress in such a way that those who are
less fortunate will not be made to feel so. He told her that in school
and church, at least, people should be able to feel that they belong to
one family.

Jane Addams attended the village school, and later, at seventeen years
of age, entered Rockford Seminary, at Rockford, Illinois. Soon after she
was graduated from this school it was declared a college, and she
received the degree of B. A.

She had intended after her graduation to study medicine and to help the
poor, but she was urged to go abroad because she was in poor health.
While in London and elsewhere, she was greatly distressed by the
wretched condition of the poor. Now she was more determined than ever to
go about the work of helping others.

Miss Addams believed that it is better to show people how to help
themselves than to give them gifts of money. “It is hard to help people
one does not know,” she reasoned, “and how can one really know people
without seeing them very often?” True to the decision she had made as a
child, she resolved to live among the poor and be a real neighbor to
them.

With the help of some friends, Miss Addams opened Hull-House, which is
located in a tenement section of Chicago. Here, she established a day
nursery where mothers who had to go out to work could leave their babies
in good care. A kindergarten was organized for the young children in the
neighborhood.

There are clubs for girls and boys, and also for men and women. Classes
in sewing, cooking, and millinery are conducted for the girls. “The
Young Heroes,” a boy’s club, to-day has for its own use a five-story
building equipped with recreation and study rooms. Printing,
photography, and many other trades can be learned there. Hull-House,
originally occupying one building, is now using thirteen buildings, each
fitted for some special service.

For more than thirty years Miss Addams and her fellow-workers have stood
ready to do any neighborly act, from bathing little babies to teaching
and entertaining lonely old women. At Hull-House a cordial welcome
always awaits everyone.

Besides her friendly aid to those who flock to Hull-House, Jane Addams
has been a good neighbor to people whom she has never seen. She helped
to have a law passed in Illinois to prevent children who are under
fourteen years of age from working in factories. Through her efforts
public baths have been provided in Chicago. Remembering the merry games
she played as a child on the river banks near her home, she has made
many a plea for more playgrounds for city girls and boys.

Miss Addams has been a member, often the chairman, of many important
committees that have been organized to plan ways for making the world a
better place in which to live. She has also found time to write books on
this subject.

Jane Addams might have given money to the poor and spent her time in
travel and amusement, but she preferred to give herself. Because she
loves people enough to learn what they really need and works _with_ them
as well as _for_ them, thousands bless her as a true friend and
neighbor.




[Illustration]


                           Louisa M. Alcott—

       Whose Stories of Real Life Are A Delight to Girls and Boys


When Louisa Alcott peeped into her journal on the morning of her tenth
birthday, she found a little note from her mother filled with loving
messages. It read: “I give you the pencil-case I promised, for I have
observed that you are fond of writing, and wish to encourage the habit.”
Louisa’s mother often wrote little messages in her daughter’s journal,
urging her to keep on trying to be good. Very often the notes encouraged
Louisa to go on writing. On both her fourteenth and fifteenth birthdays
her mother’s gift was a pen, with a poem and a loving letter.

As Louisa, at eight years of age, had written a little verse about a
robin, Mrs. Alcott hoped that her daughter would some day be a great
writer. It was a hope that was realized, for Louisa M. Alcott’s books
have become famous, delighting each succeeding generation.

_Little Women_, her first great success, is the story of the Alcott
family. It tells of their jolly times and their hard times at the
Orchard House at Concord, Massachusetts. The lively outspoken “Jo” of
the story, writing in the attic, is Louisa herself; the other “March”
girls are her own dear sisters, Anna, Elizabeth, and Abba May. “Marmee,”
of course, is the beloved mother, and Mr. March, the father.

Louisa May Alcott was born at Germantown, Pennsylvania, November 29,
1832, but most of her girlhood was spent in Boston and Concord,
Massachusetts. It was a happy life that she led even though the food was
plain and her clothes were generally “made over.” There was never enough
money to go around in the Alcott family, but there was no lack of love,
kindness, good conversation, and good reading.

Louisa and her sisters received their education chiefly from their
father, a man of rare intellect. Mr. Alcott was devoted to his children
and he took great pleasure in teaching them. In addition to these daily
lessons there often were long, hard tasks of sewing and ironing, but
there was plenty of time for play, too.

What fun they had! In the old barn at Concord with their playmates, the
children of Ralph Waldo Emerson and of Nathaniel Hawthorne, they acted
out their favorite fairy tales and also _The Pilgrim’s Progress_. Their
giant tumbled off the loft when Jack cut down the bean stalk, and there
was a real pumpkin for Cinderella’s coach.

Their mother’s birthday was always a great event. When that day arrived
Louisa would say to herself as soon as she awoke, “It’s Mother’s
birthday: I must be very good.” After breakfast the children always gave
their mother her presents. One year Louisa’s gift was a cross made of
moss with a bit of poetry attached. That day there were no lessons, and
everybody was very jolly and happy.

Two great joys of Louisa’s life were books and the outdoors. She enjoyed
a quiet corner with a good book. She also loved to run in the woods in
the early morning before the dew was off the grass. She liked to feel
the velvety moss under her feet and to look up into the green branches
overhead. Once, when she was a child, she paused in her running and
stood still listening to the rustle of the pines.

“It seemed as if I _felt_ God,” she wrote in her journal, “and I prayed
in my heart that I might keep that happy sense of nearness all my life.”

Louisa had a quick temper and found difficulty in managing it. At
fourteen years of age she wrote a poem about her struggles entitled, “My
Little Kingdom.” It began:

                “A little kingdom I possess,
                  Where thoughts and feelings dwell.
                And very hard I find the task
                  Of governing it well;
                For passion tempts and troubles me,
                  A wayward will misleads,
                And selfishness its shadow casts
                  On all my words and deeds.”

She kept on trying, however, and never let her little kingdom control
her.

As Louisa Alcott grew older she began to realize very keenly all the
cares that burdened the dear “Marmee” because of their lack of money.
None of Mr. Alcott’s ventures in teaching or lecturing had added much to
the family treasury.

Louisa was determined to help and she willingly did any kind of work
that would enable her to earn a little money for her dear ones.
Sometimes she taught school, sometimes she helped a relative with the
housework, and sometimes she took care of an invalid child. Often she
did fine needlework.

While her hands were busy with her daily tasks, her brain was active
planning stories. She wrote them late at night, and soon publishers
began to accept them and pay her small sums of money. For her first
story, written when she was sixteen years old, she was paid five
dollars.

Writing was a joy to Louisa Alcott and sewing a tiresome task. However,
she continued her sewing because at first the needle paid better than
the pen. It was a pleasure to her to earn enough money to buy a new
shawl for “Marmee,” a crimson ribbon for May’s bonnet, or a new carpet
for the whole family. Cheerfully she wore her old bonnet and her shabby
shoes.

During her spare moments, the young author continued to write happily in
her attic. To her delight the mail often brought her the news that her
stories had been accepted. This greatly encouraged her.

Then came the Civil War. Louisa realized that no matter how greatly she
desired to write, her first duty was to her country. Therefore, she went
to the Union Hotel Hospital at Georgetown, D. C., as a nurse. The
letters that she wrote home telling of her experiences were later
published as a book called _Hospital Sketches_.

By this time Miss Alcott’s work had become so well known that she was
asked to write a book for girls. She began to write _Little Women_ to
prove to the publisher that she could not write for girls. What she did
prove everybody knows. Young people and their elders as well, not only
in this country but also abroad, were soon laughing and crying over the
doings of the “March” girls. Miss Alcott had become famous.

_Little Men_ and other books followed rapidly and proved so popular that
Miss Alcott received many thousands of dollars from her writings. She
was happy because now she could fulfill her dream of giving her dear
mother some of the comforts that she had never had. It was but small
return, she felt, for all the help and encouragement that her mother had
given her.

Miss Alcott’s books have lived because they show people as they really
are. They tell, too, how jolly and happy life can be if people think
less about money and more about living unselfishly and enjoying the
outdoors and the simple and beautiful things of life. Louisa M. Alcott
could not help writing in this way, for it was the way in which she
herself lived.




[Illustration]


                           Susan B. Anthony—

         Who Worked for Sixty Years to Secure Rights for Women


Young Susan vigorously attacked, with her broom, the cobweb in the
corner of the schoolroom ceiling. It was a stubborn cobweb and Susan had
to step upon the teacher’s desk to reach it. No girl trained by so good
a housekeeper as Susan’s mother could be happy in the same room with a
cobweb.

“Deborah will be pleased to have the room clean,” thought Susan.
However, Deborah, her Quaker teacher, was not pleased. Susan’s heavy
shoes had broken the desk hinges, and the girl who had tried to do well
was severely scolded.

It was often very much like this in Susan B. Anthony’s later life. When
she tried her hardest to brush away the cobwebs that kept the world from
seeing that women did not have the same rights as men, she was jeered
and scorned. Nevertheless, she kept on wielding her broom, the broom she
used being her clever tongue. This little Quaker girl grew up to be an
interesting and eloquent lecturer, who never lost an opportunity to
speak a good word for her fellow-women.

Susan Brownell Anthony was born February 15, 1820, in Adams,
Massachusetts, in the midst of the Berkshire Hills. She was the second
of eight children. Every night, as a little girl, she used to watch the
sun go down behind “Old Greylock.” She came to love the great mountain,
and all her life she liked to think of its rugged strength.

Mrs. Anthony was a very busy woman. In addition to caring for her lively
little children she also cooked and washed for a number of factory
hands. However, she found time to read good books and to be interested
in all her children’s doings. Susan’s father was a Quaker, a man much
liked and respected.

At an early age little Susan learned to be a good cook and housekeeper,
like her mother. Once, when Mrs. Anthony was ill, twelve-year-old Susan
with the help of her two sisters, ten and fourteen years of age, did all
the household tasks, including packing the lunch boxes for the factory
hands. Susan was so anxious that everything should be done exactly right
that she and her sisters carried samples of the food to their mother for
her approval.

At three years of age Susan, who was very bright and quick, learned her
letters and also some words, while on a visit at her grandmother’s. When
she was a little older she attended a district school, and then a
private school conducted in the Anthony home. Later, she joined her
sister at a boarding school near Philadelphia, where she studied for a
year.

Susan began to teach in a district school when she was seventeen years
old. She was boarded in turn at the homes of her pupils, being paid in
addition only one dollar and a half a week. Susan was a very successful
teacher, and often she grew indignant to see that men who did not do
their work so well as she received four times as much pay. Equal pay for
equal work was one of the rights that she began to demand for her
fellow-women from that time on.

When Susan’s father failed in business, she saw his creditors take all
of her mother’s personal things. Susan was enraged with the injustice of
it and declared that there should be a law to make a wife’s belongings
her own.

In 1851 Miss Anthony made a trip to Seneca Falls, New York, to urge the
admission of girls to the People’s College then being founded. There she
met Miss Lucy Stone and had an opportunity to become well acquainted
with her and also with Mrs. Elizabeth Cady Stanton, whom she had met a
few months before.

Mrs. Stanton and Miss Stone believed that women should have a share in
making the laws of the land, and Miss Anthony soon became their most
ardent co-worker. Twenty-five years later, Miss Anthony drafted the
federal suffrage amendment. However, it was forty-five years from the
time that the amendment was drafted until it became a part of our
Constitution.

Susan B. Anthony was one of the greatest friends that women have ever
had. When she was born there were only three things that a girl who
wanted to earn her living could do: be a millhand, a servant, or a
teacher. Before the close of Miss Anthony’s life, a girl might fit
herself to be a doctor, a lawyer, a business woman, or, in fact, almost
anything that she chose.

When Miss Anthony was a young girl, the doors of nearly all colleges
were closed to women. The girl who dared to ask for as much education as
was given to her brother was considered a great oddity. However, Miss
Anthony lived to see girls admitted to college quite as a matter of
course.

Susan B. Anthony found a world where a married woman could not do what
she liked with the property that she owned. Neither could she do as she
wished with the money that she had earned or received as a gift. She
could not even take charge of her own children if anyone objected. Miss
Anthony left a world where women’s rights in all these matters were
considered and where in four states women could help to make the laws.
The Nineteenth Amendment, giving women the vote, came later.

Miss Anthony devoted all of her time to public speaking. She traveled
from coast to coast, always making the most of every opportunity to
speak in behalf of the various reforms to which she devoted over sixty
years of her life. Sometimes she pleaded for the freedom of the slaves,
sometimes for temperance, but _always_ for her favorite cause—rights
for women.

Susan B. Anthony kept on pleading for women, no matter how much people
laughed at her. Gradually, the world began to see some reason in what
she said. To-day, all women who cast their vote, control their property,
and send their daughters to college, can thank the determined Quaker
girl who had such a large share in giving women their rights.




[Illustration]


                             Clara Barton—

        The Girl Who Unfurled The First American Red Cross Flag.


The Barton family was made very happy on the Christmas of 1821 with the
gift of a baby girl. The four older sisters and brothers gave the baby a
royal welcome, though they little thought that this gift was also to be
a Christmas present to the whole world. This baby was Clara Barton,
called in Civil War times the “Angel of the Battlefield” and known by
all nations as the founder of the American Red Cross Society.

Baby Clara grew up to be the pet of the family, although no coddling was
allowed on the Barton farm in Oxford, Massachusetts. Each member of the
family wanted to teach her something, and Clara was equally eager to
learn.

Mrs. Barton taught her daughter to be level headed. Nothing could have
been worth more to the girl who was to be the first woman to carry
organized aid to the wounded on an American battlefield. Mrs. Barton
also taught Clara to sew, to cook, and to be an excellent housekeeper.

Clara was particularly grateful for this knowledge and had countless
opportunities to use it. Once a dying soldier whispered his wish for a
custard pie, crinkly around the edge, to remind him of home. With what
materials she could get together, Miss Barton made the pie and scalloped
the edge with her finger, just as her mother had taught her to do in the
farm kitchen.

It was Big Brother David who taught the little sister many things that
were to make her a very practical “Angel of the Battlefield.” At five
years of age, thanks to his training, she rode wild horses like a young
Mexican. This skill in managing any horse meant the saving of countless
lives when she had to gallop all night in a trooper’s saddle to reach
the wounded men. David taught her, also, to drive a nail straight, to
tie a knot that would hold, and to think and act quickly.

From her father Clara heard thrilling tales of his fighting in the
Revolutionary War under “Mad Anthony” Wayne. These stories doubtless
made a deep impression on the youthful listener. Little did she realize
that in the years to come she, too, would play an important part on many
battlefields.

Clara Barton attended a boarding school for a short time. However, she
received her education chiefly at home, being taught by her brother and
then by a tutor. Later she had an opportunity for more advanced study at
a near-by school.

The little farm girl was busy and happy from morning until night, for
she loved to do things. She went for the cows, helped with the milking
and churning, and had a hand in planting the potatoes. When the house
was being painted, she begged to help with that, too, and she learned
how to mix the paint as well as to put it on. Once she went into her
brother’s factory and learned how to weave cloth.

Her first experience as a nurse came at the age of eleven when Big
Brother David was injured by a fall. For two years this cheerful,
patient little nurse scarcely left his bedside.

When she was only fifteen years old, Clara Barton began to teach school.
She taught well, too, for she understood girls and boys. It seemed as if
she had found the work that she best liked to do. However, after
eighteen years of teaching, her health necessitated her giving up this
profession. Clara Barton did not know how to be idle, so she went to
Washington and secured a position in the Patent Office.

When the Civil War broke out many wounded soldiers were brought to
Washington. Clara Barton helped to care for these boys, some of whom
were her former pupils from Massachusetts. She also sent out appeals for
money and supplies.

As Miss Barton saw the wounded taken from the transports, she was
extremely sorry for them because they did not have proper care. She felt
that she must go to nurse the soldiers who were close to the
battlefields. This was entirely against army regulations, but Miss
Barton was very persistent. She was finally allowed to take her store of
bandages and other supplies to the front, where they were most needed.

People used to ask Miss Barton if she had not always been brave. The
woman who walked coolly through Fredericksburg when every street was a
firing line answered, telling of her childhood: “I was a shrinking
little bundle of fears—fears of thunder, fears of strange faces, fears
of my strange self.” It was when the shy girl forgot herself in working
for others that she forgot her fears.

Bravery and willingness to help others, however, would have been of
little use to Clara Barton had she not been level headed. The ability to
see what should be done next and to do it quickly and well were of equal
value. It seemed as if Clara Barton worked magic, but her magic was only
a mixture of common sense and a great pity for the suffering.

Once at Antietam, when there seemed to be nothing to feed to the wounded
men, she noticed that the medicine had been packed in fine meal. Quickly
she borrowed several big kettles from the farm where they were
quartered, and she soon was serving the men with steaming gruel.

At another time, at nightfall, one of the doctors complained about the
mismanagement that left him with a thousand wounded men to care for and
only an inch of candle for a light. Miss Barton had fortunately brought
along several boxes of lanterns, which she gave him. Her remarkable
forethought meant the saving of many a life that night.

After the Civil War Clara Barton did not give up her work of mercy. For
four years she helped to trace missing soldiers.

While in Europe, during the Franco-Prussian War, she saw the wonderful
work that the Red Cross societies abroad were doing. She was deeply
impressed with the value of such an organization and immediately decided
that, upon her return to the United States, she would do all that she
could to interest her country in the Red Cross.

Miss Barton worked for years to persuade the United States to found an
American Red Cross Society. “We shall never have another war,” people
objected. However, Miss Barton pointed out that in time of great floods,
fires, earthquakes, and other disasters lives could be saved by
organized aid. At last she was successful, for in 1882 the American Red
Cross Society came into being. Clara Barton was its president for many
years.

The Red Cross banner was first unfurled for service in this country at
Miss Barton’s home at Dansville, New York, where she established a local
chapter to aid the forest-fire sufferers in Michigan. Ever since that
time the Red Cross has continued to give its efficient aid wherever
needed. It had an exceptional opportunity during the World War to prove
its worth. Our country has cause for deep gratitude to Clara Barton.

Clara Barton risked her life on sixteen battlefields of the Civil War to
care for the wounded. She founded the organization that has brought
relief to thousands of people in war and disaster. She did great deeds,
but they were possible only because she had learned to do the little
things of life well.




[Illustration]


                        Amy Marcy Cheney Beach—

                       The Girl Who Made Melodies


“See, the conquering hero comes” rang out in the studio, clear and true
as a bell. The photographer thrust his head out from under the big black
hood of the camera and stared in amazement at the tiny sitter. The
two-year-old child was singing the very air that he had been practicing
for the first peace jubilee, and she was singing it absolutely
correctly. Others were eventually to be astonished at the musical
ability of this little girl, who grew up to be America’s foremost woman
composer.

Amy Marcy Cheney was born in the little town of Henniker, New Hampshire,
September 5, 1867. From the time that she was a year old, her talent
amazed even her musical mother. She learned dozens of airs and sang
them, keeping the pitch perfectly. She would listen delightedly for
hours to violin music.

At the age of four Amy was finally allowed to play on the piano. Often
when her aunt was seated at the instrument, little Amy would stand on a
hassock and play with her, making up an accompaniment as she went along.

Just as other little girls plan how to arrange their playhouses or how
to make new dresses for their dolls, this little girl used to think out
tunes. Once, when she was visiting at a house where there was no piano,
she composed a little piece of music. She remembered it and three months
later was able to play it correctly on the piano at home. She had
composed three other little pieces before she was seven years old.

Long before Amy knew the names of musical notes, she knew their meaning
and could read them. It amused her to transpose from one key to another,
and she never found it difficult.

When she was six years old Amy thought that she should have regular
music lessons, so she begged her mother, who was an excellent pianist,
to teach her. You may be sure that little Amy Cheney never had to be
urged to practice. At seven years of age she played several times in
public. Before long she was playing difficult music from Chopin, Bach,
and other composers.

When Amy was eight years old her family moved to Boston. The prominent
musicians of this city before whom she played agreed that she was ready
to go to Europe to study music. However, Mr. and Mrs. Cheney did not
want their little girl to be trained only in music. They knew that she
would be happier and healthier if she were to go to school with children
of her own age. They also realized that she should have plenty of time
to romp and play outdoors with other children.

Amy was therefore sent to a private school, conducted by Mr. W. L.
Whittemore, where she rapidly mastered the regular studies. She was
greatly helped in her piano work by her good ear and accurate memory.
She was able to play a whole Beethoven sonata without notes after she
had heard one of her fellow-pupils practice it.

While Amy was quite young her quick ear and good memory gave her an
opportunity to be of real service to the world. Professor Sill, a
scientist who made birds his special study, asked her to record the
songs of the California larks.

Out into the fields they went together and waited, motionless, for the
birds to appear. Then just as soon as one of the little feathered
creatures trilled out his melody, Amy wrote it down in notes. The song
thus caught was kept for all time. She continued this practice of
recording songs so that she finally had a volume filled with bird
melodies.

Amy Cheney studied under Ernst Perabo, Carl Baerman, and Junius W. Hill.
She also studied many musical subjects independently. She did not always
want to be helped over the problems that confronted her, preferring to
work them out alone. Translating books on music and memorizing and
rewriting difficult music were some of the hard tasks that this earnest,
thorough young student set for herself.

At sixteen years of age this young pianist made her first professional
appearance before the public at a recital in Boston, and was greatly
praised. The next year she played with the Boston Symphony Orchestra and
with the Theodore Thomas Orchestra. During that year a beautiful song
which she had composed, entitled _With Violets_, was published. It was
considered by musical critics to be faultless in form.

The following year Amy Cheney became the wife of Dr. H. H. A. Beach, of
Boston. She did not, however, give up her musical career. In fact, all
of her most important pieces of music were written after her marriage.

Mrs. Beach has composed music for the orchestra, piano, and violin, and
has also written cantatas and many songs. One of her most famous and
successful pieces of music is her _Jubilate_ cantata, written for the
dedication of the Woman’s Building at the World’s Columbian Exposition,
held in Chicago in 1893. At this Exposition Maud Powell, the famous
violinist, and Mrs. Beach played one of Mrs. Beach’s compositions
written for the violin and piano.

The music for a poem called _Dark Is the Night_ is thought by many
people to be her best song. Other favorites are: _Across the World_,
_Scottish Cradle Song_, and _Fairy Lullaby_. Mrs. Beach’s songs are
always enjoyed by those who appreciate the best music.

Success did not spoil the young girl whose marked musical ability had
attracted attention ever since her babyhood. Not content with what had
come easily to her, Amy Marcy Cheney Beach kept on working to develop
her talent. Her love of music and enthusiasm for it were not alone
responsible for placing her foremost among the women composers of
America. It was her desire for knowledge, leading her to studiously
apply herself to her work, that enabled her to create music which has
brought pleasure to thousands of people.




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                             Cecilia Beaux—

                 Whose Paint Brush Has Brought Her Fame


Cecilia’s gray eyes grew thoughtful as she considered the drawing that
she was copying. She held it at arm’s length, scrutinizing it
critically.

“Ah, this is much more fun than practicing scales,” she reflected.

When the family examined these drawings, they said, “Cecilia would never
be a success at music, but she draws very well.”

This little girl was Cecilia Beaux, whose portraits have won many
medals. She was born in Philadelphia in 1863. Her father came from
Provence, France, where the people have ever been famed for their
enjoyment of beauty. Her mother was of New England descent and had
inherited from her ancestors the ability to do things and to do them
conscientiously and well.

From each parent the little girl received a golden gift: from her
father, his joy in the beautiful; from her mother, the love of doing
things. Her good use of these two gifts has made Cecilia Beaux a famous
artist.

Cecilia was taught at home until she was twelve years old. Then she
attended a private school for a short time. Because of the skill that
she had shown in copying drawings her aunt and uncle, with whom she
spent a great deal of time, proposed a training in art for her.

This young girl had a few lessons in drawing from a Philadelphia artist,
Mrs. Thomas Janvier. She also had an opportunity to have her work in
painting criticized by Mr. William Sartain. Her gray eyes shone with
happiness as she applied her colors and listened eagerly to every word
from this distinguished teacher. Cecilia Beaux was practically
self-taught. These few lessons constituted her only instruction in art
until she went abroad some years later.

Instead of sitting and dreaming of the great pictures that she might
paint some day, Cecilia Beaux looked for an opportunity to use her brush
or pencil to aid her financially. A scientific society needed some one
upon whom they could depend to make accurate drawings of fossils. This
kind of work necessitated very careful attention to detail. The drawings
were to be made into plates to illustrate scientific books. They would
have been useless if they had not been exactly correct.

Some young artists, eager to do what they would call big things, would
have been impatient with such slow, tedious work. Cecilia Beaux did not
despise it. She did it to the very best of her ability, just because she
believed in doing things well. Little did she dream that this training
in careful and exact drawing was to be of great help to her when she
began to paint portraits.

Another way in which she earned money was by giving lessons in painting
and drawing. She also found that she could increase her income by
painting portraits on china plates, taking her subjects from
photographs. She did these very well, too, being careful to make correct
likenesses.

Then Cecilia Beaux began to make crayon portraits from photographs.
These attracted attention and she soon received many orders for
portraits.

One success followed another, but although Cecilia Beaux received much
praise for her work, she was not content with what she had accomplished.
She felt that she needed still more training and that to have it she
must go to Paris.

Accordingly, Miss Beaux went to Europe and began to broaden her talent
by studying with several great French masters. One of them, Robert
Fleury, used to summon her before the class to praise her work publicly.
So modest was this American girl that she thought he could not be in
earnest. Her fellow-students, also, used to discuss her excellent work.

The many friends that she made in Paris begged her to stay in that
beautiful city and paint there, but she was too thoroughly American to
spend her life in a foreign land. So, after a few years, she returned to
her own country.

A great many of Miss Beaux’s best-known pictures are of women and
children, but she has painted men with great success, too. In fact, she
was chosen to paint portraits of Clemenceau, Admiral Beatty, and other
great war leaders. Her portraits of women and children are really little
pictures of everyday home life. She has caught the children as they have
paused in their play for a moment.

“Ernesta,” one of Miss Beaux’s well-known portraits, hangs in the
Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. Among her other important
paintings are “The Last Days of Infancy,” “The Dancing Lesson,” “Sita
and Sarita,” and “The New England Woman.”

Cecilia Beaux has won medals and prizes at many exhibitions of art.
People are glad to pay large sums of money for her pictures, and it is
considered an honor to be painted by her. She has steadily achieved
success because she has never scorned nor slighted small tasks. She has
done them conscientiously and well, making them a preparation for
greater things to come.




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                           Evangeline Booth—

               The Girl Who Lived The Meaning of Her Name


Many a passerby on the crowded London street paused to glance at the
earnest, thoughtful face of a slender, golden-haired flower girl and to
buy a nosegay from her basket. When her stock was sold this girl, as
fair and fragile as one of her own flowers, picked her way through the
throng. She presently disappeared into one of the dirty alleyways, where
only the poorest of Londoners lived.

Children ran to meet her and rough men touched their caps as she passed.
The sick woman whose wretched room she entered fell asleep peacefully
after receiving a bowl of soup from her hands and a cheery word.

For weeks this sweet-faced young girl, who sold flowers or worked at
making matches, had been winning the hearts of the poor, discouraged
people of this district. She tended their babies and prayed with the
lonely old women. These people felt that they had found a friend who was
sorry for them and who was always ready to give them aid. They called
her the “White Angel.”

One day she told these people that she was a Salvation Army lassie. The
Army was hated in this district because it was trying to close the
saloons; only a few months earlier its preachers had been stoned in the
streets. The “White Angel,” herself, had been warned by the police that
it would be dangerous for her to speak in this part of London. Yet so
beloved and respected had she become that she felt perfectly safe.
Because of her good work, the people in this poverty-stricken and wicked
district were soon attending the meetings of the Army.

The girl who dared to go into the very worst part of London to live the
life of its poor people that she might better know how to help them was
Evangeline Booth. In later years she became the Commander-in-chief of
the Salvation Army in the United States.

Evangeline Booth’s father, William Booth, had been apprenticed as a boy
to a pawnbroker. He was so touched by the poverty and wickedness around
him that he put his whole soul into helping others to lead better lives.
The Mission, that he established in London after many struggles, became
in time the Salvation Army. For years, William Booth, General of the
Army, toiled against odds of every kind.

The thinking world now has respect and admiration for the splendid work
that the Salvation Army carries on. In those days, however, the street
preachers of the Army were as likely to be showered with stones and
bricks as to be sneered and ridiculed. The rougher people disliked the
Army because it was fighting drink and wickedness. Other people could
not see that the drum and tambourine and simple prayers might help to
turn a man’s heart to God as readily as could organ music and learned
sermons.

It was into the home of the founder of this once despised organization,
at Hackney, a suburb of London, that a seventh child, Evangeline Booth,
was born, December 1865. There was a loving welcome for the little girl,
though she had come into a home where both mother and father believed
that their family must be second to the work that they were doing for
the world.

Little Evangeline and her sisters heard so much of their father’s work
that even their favorite game was playing prayer meeting with their
battered dolls. She and the others had very few toys, because their
parents thought that the money should be spent for the poor.

It was a very busy home in which Eva, as her father preferred to call
her, grew up. The bell was always ringing. Messengers were coming and
going. In one room her father’s deep voice might be heard planning his
work. In another room her mother was busy writing for the Cause. The
younger children murmured their lessons in a third room, and in a
fourth, one of the older girls practiced on the piano.

The General would often stop in the midst of his work for little chats
with his children. He would take Eva, for whom he always had a specially
deep love and tenderness, upon his knee and ask her about her puppies or
kittens. Once when Eva felt very sad over the death of her pet dog, her
father took her to the city and spent the whole day telling her stories
and comforting her.

At an early age Eva learned that she should pick up her books and toys
for, above everything else except sin, her father hated disorder.
Orderliness was a useful habit to be acquired by one who was later to
have charge of the affairs of a great organization.

Though Eva’s mother was often too busy to spend much time with her, she
heard her daughter’s prayers and urged her to study so that she could
help the weak, the poor, the ignorant, and the wicked. Mrs. Booth often
reminded Eva to carry out in her life the meaning of her beautiful name,
Evangeline, “bringing glad tidings.”

Evangeline Booth began her work of “bringing glad tidings” when she was
very young. She had inherited her father’s gift of eloquence as well as
his fearlessness and love of work. At fifteen years of age she spoke
very beautifully at a meeting near London. When she was seventeen years
old she was made an officer in the Army and began the work in the slums
which won her the title of “White Angel.”

After ably filling various positions in the Salvation Army in Great
Britain, Evangeline Booth was made Commander of the Army in Canada. At
the time of the Gold Rush in 1898, she sent Salvation Army workers to
the Klondike. In 1904 she was made Commander-in-chief of the Salvation
Army in the United States. Besides her duties as Commander she has
composed words and music for the Army’s songs and has written articles
for the Army publications and other magazines.

In addition to its religious work the Salvation Army maintains homes,
hospitals, clinics, and day nurseries; it finds employment for men and
women out of work; and it sends mothers and children on summer outings.
Every Christmas and Thanksgiving pennies dropped into the big red
Salvation Army kettles provide dinners for thousands of the poor. In a
single year the Army in the United States made 175,698 children happy
with Christmas toys.

During the World War the pies and doughnuts served by the Salvation Army
lassies cheered thousands of lonely soldiers, and many a mother has the
Salvation Army to thank for her boy’s last message.

Evangeline Booth was for almost twenty years Commander-in-chief of this
great organization in the United States. She believes, as her father did
before her, that the first step in influencing a man to lead a better
life is to make him feel that you really care whether he sinks or swims.
Her courageous, selfless life shows that she _does_ care.




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                        Frances Hodgson Burnett—

               The Girl Who Loved Stories And Wrote Them


From under the sitting-room table came strange whispers, but Mrs.
Hodgson was not at all surprised. Beneath the long overhanging cover she
could see a chubby, curly-headed little girl seated on the floor talking
in low earnest tones to her wax doll, braced against the table leg.

Frances, the little girl under the table, would have described the scene
very differently. What she saw was not an ordinary center table, but an
Indian wigwam; not a speechless doll, but a squaw to whom she, as the
chief, was telling tales of the war-trail and the happy hunting grounds.

“Frances is pretending again,” said Mrs. Hodgson to herself as she went
out of the room, a bit puzzled at this little daughter’s way of playing.

The chubby little girl and her doll had many an adventure together. They
took mad gallops on coal-black steeds that seemed to ordinary eyes
nothing but the arms of the nursery sofa. As survivors from a sinking
ship they drifted on a raft that Frances’ two sisters would have called
the green arm chair. These experiences seemed very real to this little
girl.

Something within little Frances’ curly head helped her to transform the
sitting-room cupboard into a temple in Central America and the stiff
doll into Mary Queen of Scots. It was the gift of imagination. How
surprised her family would have been at that time had they known that
this gift was one day to make her a famous storywriter.

In the smoky factory town of Manchester, England, Frances Eliza Hodgson
was born, November 24, 1849. When she was about four years old, her
sweet, gentle mother was left a widow.

Like other English children of families in comfortable circumstances,
the Hodgson girls had a governess at home, before they entered a near-by
private school. The lessons which interested Frances the most were those
that contained stories, such as certain parts of history. She could
never satisfy her great appetite for stories, though she read
continually.

There were not so many good books for children then as nowadays.
Frances’ relatives seemed to think that the birthday and Christmas gift
books were quite enough for a little girl. Frances, however, did not
agree with them. When she made a new acquaintance at school, she was
sure to ask her, first of all, what books she had to lend. Sometimes
when she went to visit a little friend, she forgot her manners entirely
and buried herself in a new book, so eager was she to read.

One gloomy rainy day, Frances wandered through the house looking for
something to read. She glanced at the tall secretary and wished that its
books looked more interesting. However, she decided that she might at
least try one. Accordingly, she pulled out a fat volume. It had short
lines, which, to Frances, meant conversation and a story. She opened
another book and found more stories. Delightedly, she continued to
examine the books.

Frances was so excited and happy that she forgot to go to tea. She had
discovered that there were stories enough to last her for months! It was
in this way that Frances Hodgson discovered Shakespeare’s plays, Scott’s
and Dickens’ novels, and many other interesting books.

Not content with reading stories, Frances was always telling or writing
them. On the afternoons at school when the girls were allowed to talk
quietly over their crocheting and fancy work, Frances would tell stories
in low tones to the group of girls near her. They were delighted with
her tales and continually begged her to tell more.

At home she often wrote stories on slates or in old account books. For
fear of being teased she rarely showed the stories to anyone except her
mother. Mrs. Hodgson always had an encouraging word for her little
daughter’s tales and verses. This gave Frances an added incentive to
continue writing.

Just at the close of the Civil War a great change came into the life of
the little storywriter. Mrs. Hodgson decided to leave England and move
to America. The family fortunes were impaired, and an uncle had promised
to find work for the boys in the United States.

Romantic Frances was delighted with the change. Her first American home
was in a tiny settlement in the forests of Tennessee. Everything was so
new and strange that she seemed actually to be living in a story. The
next home on the top of a hill, with mountains in the distance, was even
better. How she loved the bright sunshine, the flowers, the birds, and
her bower, a cozy retreat in the woods!

The boys had not as yet been able to add very much to the family
fortunes. Frances and her sisters did not mind worn-out frocks and
scanty meals, but they were troubled to see their dear little mother so
worried. The girls decided that something had to be done immediately.

“How wonderful it would be,” thought Frances, “if an editor would buy
one of my stories!”

She was only fifteen years old, and she did not know how to send a story
to an editor. She had read in a magazine that contributors must write
very clearly on foolscap paper, and enclose stamps.

Not having sufficient money with which to buy stamps and paper, Frances
and her sisters earned the money by selling wild grapes.

At last the story was sent, but it was done secretly, for Frances was
afraid that her brothers would tease her. What a happy day it was when,
on its second trip, the story, together with another, brought a check
for thirty-five dollars! She had found a way to help.

Frances Hodgson went on writing and selling her stories. Soon her books
became famous. When she married Dr. S. M. Burnett, she was able to help
him complete his education by her writing. Their son, Vivian, is also a
writer. He has been a journalist and is the author of several books.

Mrs. Burnett has written many novels for grown people as well as stories
that children love. _Little Lord Fauntleroy_, the tale of a lovable
little American boy who won the heart of his crusty old English
grandfather, is the best known of her books for children. Among her
other well-known books are _Editha’s Burglar_, _Sara Crewe_, _The Cozy
Lion_, _The Secret Garden_, and _Land of the Blue Flower_.

Mrs. Burnett does not preach in her delightful stories for children. One
can, however, easily see in her stories the lessons in thoughtfulness
and courtesy she had learned from her mother. Frances Hodgson Burnett’s
great gift of imagination, together with her desire to write, enabled
her to give us stories that have brought pleasure to many people.




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                        Katharine Bement Davis—

          The Girl Who Has Helped To Straighten Twisted Lives


The villain had received his just deserts, but he, or rather she, was
smiling with satisfaction. Her play, for Katharine was the author as
well as a principal actor, had been a great success. Nobody had
forgotten a line, and, in addition, the scenery had added a realistic
setting. Who would ever have dreamed that the deep forest and bold
cliffs were only boughs cut from the shrubbery, and boxes covered with
mother’s old gray shawl?

The back parlor of the Davis home was crowded with a friendly audience
of girls and boys and a few mothers and fathers. This attendance was
very gratifying to Katharine, for it assured her that the receipts would
be large. With them she intended to provide a bountiful Thanksgiving
dinner for a good woman who was having difficulty in supporting her
crippled grandson.

Little did this merry eleven-year-old girl think that the work of
helping others, begun in such a small way that night, was the work that
she was to choose for her own later on. When she grew up she became a
sociologist. This is simply a long word for a person who thinks,
studies, plans, and works to help people lead happier, healthier, and
better lives.

Katharine Bement Davis was born in Buffalo, New York, January 15, 1860.
Within a short time the family moved to Dunkirk, New York. In the happy
childhood days spent in this town on Lake Erie, there was no hint of the
sorrow of life which Katharine was to cheer in later years.

Besides four younger sisters and brothers for playmates, Kitty, as she
was called, had no end of school chums. They were always welcome at her
home, for the Davis house was a sort of center of good times for the
neighborhood. In the winter the children acted plays in the house; in
the summer time they played Indian in the backyard, or built houses of
kindling wood.

Kitty was usually chief builder, because she loved to watch something
grow under her hands. Making things was always such a joy to her that
years later, when she had charge of the Bedford Reformatory, she taught
her girls how to do all sorts of useful tasks. They even laid the
concrete walks between the buildings.

This little Lake Erie girl had as great an appetite for finding out how
other people did things as for doing them herself. Once when a friend of
the family took her for a drive, she inquired the name and use of every
part of the carriage. By the time they reached home, her companion felt
as if he had been put through a severe examination; but Katharine knew
all about the carriage. This habit of going to the very bottom of things
was to be of great use to a woman who was to have hard problems to
settle in her public life.

Kitty Davis was very fond of reading. Her sisters and brothers often
found her deeply absorbed in a book. Some of Scott’s and Dickens’ novels
were among the book friends that she made at eleven and twelve years of
age.

Little Katharine Davis liked to create with her mind as well as with her
hands. When she was eleven years old, she had thought out tunes for a
number of hymns. She enjoyed her music lessons, especially the part
which showed her how music is made. The grown-up Katharine Davis
realized that music helps people to forget their troubles and to think
better thoughts. For this reason, she made sure that her girls at the
reformatory should not only hear good music but should sing it
themselves in their own glee club.

In the Davis family lived Grandmother Bement, a woman who had always had
a hand in any new movement to make the world better. Katharine and the
other children loved to hear her tell about the escape of slaves by
means of the underground railroad, the fight against drink, and the
struggle for rights for women. It was not strange that the granddaughter
of such a woman should have a desire to be of service to the world.

The years flew on until Katharine Davis was ready for college. Business
reverses had come to Mr. Davis, and he told his daughter that he could
not pay her expenses.

“Never mind,” answered Katharine, “I will earn them myself.”

She kept her word. Studying by herself while she was teaching science in
the Dunkirk High School, Katharine Davis completed two years of college
work. She then entered Vassar College as a junior. She successfully
passed the many special examinations that it was necessary for her to
take. Upon the completion of two years’ work at college Katharine Davis
was graduated with honors.

For a number of years, Miss Davis spent her time, first, in teaching;
then, in settlement work; and later, in further study. After three years
of graduate work, the degree of Doctor of Philosophy, with honors, was
conferred upon her by the University of Chicago. Thus she was ably
prepared to enter the field of social service.

When it was announced that a new reformatory for women was to be opened
at Bedford, New York, Dr. Davis was immediately interested. She thought
that there she might be able to carry out her ideas for helping girls
who had not had a pleasant home and wise parents like her own.

Dr. Davis received the appointment as superintendent of this
reformatory, and set about getting acquainted with her girls. She
believed that many of these lives that had been started in the wrong way
might turn out happily, if some one took the trouble to study them.

Dr. Davis endeavored really to know the girls at Bedford. She was
vitally interested in their welfare and did everything that she could to
help them. She spent many successful years as superintendent of this
reformatory.

Dr. Davis’ ability to grasp a situation and meet it was clearly
demonstrated at the time of the Messina earthquake. She was in Sicily
when the disaster occurred, and immediately set about to aid the
sufferers. Her work of rehabilitating the earthquake victims was so
important that it won for her a Red Cross Medal, presented by President
Taft.

When Dr. Davis took charge of all the prisons in the city of New York,
as Commissioner of Correction, she had another opportunity for
continuing her wonderful work. Katharine Bement Davis has served on a
number of commissions formed for the purpose of social betterment. Many
persons who desire to learn the best ways of working for humanity go to
her for advice. Because of the little girl who carried into later life
her joy of working and her habit of investigating things, many twisted
lives have been straightened.




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                          Grace Hoadley Dodge—

                 The Girl Who Worked For Working Girls


A group of prominent men and women were sitting in the drawing room of a
beautiful home in New York City, talking earnestly. Close by them sat a
young girl, the eldest daughter of the house. She shyly added only an
occasional word to the conversation, but she gave very careful attention
to everything that her elders said.

One member of this group was Dwight L. Moody, the famous preacher. The
girl listened to him with particular interest, and was deeply impressed
by all he had to say.

There were often such gatherings in this home. No matter with what
subject the conversation started, sooner or later came the question of
how to help men and women lead the best kind of lives. It was not
strange, then, that one day this young girl went to her mother and said,
“I have found out what there is for me to do. I am going to help
people.”

That is exactly what Grace Dodge did. She helped people. Perhaps you
will be surprised to learn that she helped each one of you girls and
boys.

Every girl who has learned in a cooking class how to bake a wholesome
loaf of bread; every boy who brings home from school a well-finished
footstool for his mother, has Grace Dodge to thank. Every one of your
older sisters who enjoys a swim or a game of basketball at the Y. W. C.
A. has her to thank too. Of course, there are others to thank as well,
for every good work needs many helpers.

When Grace Dodge was young, girls and boys in the public schools were
not taught how to work with their hands; and girls who were earning
their own living had no pleasant clubs. Grace Dodge believed strongly in
these things, and worked so earnestly all her life for them that other
people became interested too, and gladly cooperated with her in her
beloved work.

Grace Hoadley Dodge was born in New York City, May 21, 1855. The Dodge
family divided their time between their city home and their beautiful
country house at Riverdale on the banks of the Hudson. Here Grace had
many a fine gallop through the country with her brothers. Aside from
these lively rides, which she greatly enjoyed, she lived quietly.

Even as a child, Grace thought very little about her own pleasure or
herself. She liked to talk with the workmen who kept the beautiful lawns
and gardens in order, and to make friends with their children. Although
there were nurses and governesses in the family, the younger sisters and
brothers always preferred to go to sister Grace when they wanted to be
comforted; and they did not go in vain.

When Grace went shopping in the city with her mother, she used to think
that it was very hard for girls to have to stand behind the counter all
day. “I am ashamed to have so much while these girls have so little,”
she would many times say to herself, wondering what she could do about
it.

Grace Dodge attended a private school at Farmington, Connecticut. After
her school days were over, she began to do the work that had always
interested her. One of the reasons that she accomplished so much was
that, whenever she saw a need for anything, she set about to fill it.
Furthermore, she kept persistently at the work until it was done.

Miss Dodge soon discovered that many of the girls in whom she was
interested had to work long hours in factories. She began to find that
they did not know much about cooking, or sewing, or taking proper care
of their health. It was a great pity, she thought, that these girls,
many of whom would soon be having homes of their own, should know so
little about the important work of home-making.

Miss Dodge began to gather a group of these girls about her every week,
and talked to them. She told them in a friendly, simple way how to
choose their clothes, how to keep well and strong, and how to use their
money wisely. She told them, too, how to live the right kind of lives
and of the help that God would give them. Often she talked to them about
the homes that they might make some day.

The girls were eager to tell her about themselves. Each one felt that
she could consider Miss Dodge as her personal friend. “The Irene Club,”
as this group was named after a beloved member, grew until it had to be
divided. Still the girls continued to come. In this way clubs for
working girls were started. These clubs have proved to be so successful
that they have never stopped growing.

At that time, there were no places where girls who were busy all day
could learn home-making. Miss Dodge, therefore, together with several
other young women, organized classes for these girls in various
household subjects. Miss Dodge and her associates soon discovered that
there were very few teachers who had been trained to teach in this
particular field. They later found that there was a lack of highly
trained teachers in practically all of the departments of teaching.

Miss Dodge began to think that there should be a school to train
teachers in the various branches of learning. It was not Grace Dodge’s
way to stop merely with thinking. She began to work for this school,
and, largely because of her efforts, Teachers College of Columbia
University rose on Morningside Heights in New York City.

Every year this college sends out thousands of men and women prepared to
teach all the school subjects. The wonderful work that Teachers College
is accomplishing is due, in a large measure, to the inspiration and
guidance that Grace Dodge gave to the college throughout her life.

In many other ways Grace Dodge carried on her work of helpfulness. She
was the first woman to serve on the Board of Education of New York City.
Because of her pity for women and children who were unprotected and
bewildered in travel, she organized the Travelers’ Aid Society. So firm
was her belief in what the Young Women’s Christian Association does for
girls that she worked to make it a strong organization. She was the
president of its national board for eight years.

Miss Dodge often called herself “a working girl whose wages were paid in
advance.” Her money meant to her merely a means for doing good.

Grace Hoadley Dodge was unselfish and determined to fill the need that
she saw. Through her efforts, school girls and boys now have many
opportunities to use hand and brain together. It was because of her
great interest in others that she brought joy into the life of many a
wage-earning girl and helped to fit her for her work of home-making.




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                       Alice Cunningham Fletcher—

                  The Girl Who Befriended The Red Man


Once upon a time there lived a little girl named Alice, who loved to sit
upon the shore and listen to the song of the waves. She also liked to
climb a high hill and look far off at the blue sky and the green slopes.

At home she had plenty of good books to read, and she loved them too.
They told her delightful stories about things that had happened long
ago. Sometimes she did not quite understand all that they said, as she
read them curled up by the fire, but later, when she wandered in the
woods, their meaning became clearer.

It was the same way when she played on the piano at home. The music set
her to dreaming, and called forth puzzling thoughts. Outdoors she seemed
to understand better what the music had to tell her.

This little girl was Alice Cunningham Fletcher. She was born in Boston,
Massachusetts, in 1845. As she grew older, the thought came to her that
if she felt so happy out in the open, how must the Indians feel who had
lived a free out-of-door life for generations.

Gradually she began to think that these people, whom the world called
savages, must have learned something about how to live happily. Alice
Fletcher resolved that, if ever there came a time when it was possible,
she would go to the home of the Indians and try to discover their
secrets.

Meanwhile she studied all that books and museums could teach her of the
story of the Red Men. At last, there did come a day when she decided to
go and live among them. It meant leaving behind her, beloved libraries,
fine concerts, beautiful pictures, and even a comfortable bed and easy
chair. Miss Fletcher felt, however, that there was something that meant
more than comfort to her. It was the doing of a definite piece of work
that she believed would be useful to the world.

Therefore, she left the friends with whom she could talk of books,
pictures, and music, and went to live among the Dakota and Omaha
Indians. From the door of her rude wigwam of buffalo skins, she could
watch the little Indian children at play and see the everyday life of
the older members of the tribe.

Most people think of the American Indian as a reserved, stern sort of
person who never laughs or jokes. What Miss Fletcher saw from her wigwam
gave her an entirely different opinion. She saw the Indians enjoy fun,
and take a wide-awake interest in everything that went on around them.
She decided that the sternness of the Indian was only a kind of mask
that he wore before strangers.

Soon the New England woman ceased to be a stranger to her Indian
neighbors. The love that they both had for the sky, the wind, the
streams, and the forest helped to make them understand one another. It
was not long before these children of Nature realized that Miss Fletcher
had come to them as a friend; and that she was really interested in
them. So they dropped their mask of reserve and let her know them as
they really were.

Miss Fletcher, always a lover of music, became greatly interested in the
music of the Indians. She found, however, that it was very difficult to
study. An Indian does not sing just to be heard, but to express some
feeling. His singing is a kind of prayer. It was only stray bits of such
music that she was able to overhear and write down.

Then Miss Fletcher had a severe illness which turned out to be a
blessing, in one respect. When her Indian friends discovered that she
really wanted to hear their music, they gathered about her bed and sang
for her. To please her, they even were willing to sing into a
phonograph, which was to them a strange machine. Thus their songs were
preserved for all time. Miss Fletcher has written a book entitled
_Indian Story and Song from North America_. This book has already
suggested themes for a number of American musical compositions.

Presently a chance to prove that she was really a friend of the Indians
came to Alice Fletcher. Some greedy white men were trying to get the
good land away from the Red Men, giving them poorer land in return.
Sometimes the Indians were so enraged with their treatment that they
would rise in revolt. The situation kept growing worse and worse. Miss
Fletcher realized that it would be no better unless each Indian secured
from the government the right to hold a portion of the tribal land for
himself.

She set out for Washington to try to persuade Congress that the Indians
must hold their land just as the white man holds his. A book which had
just appeared, written by Helen Hunt Jackson, called _A Century of
Dishonor_, helped a little to make people realize the wrongs done to the
Indians. However, the congressmen were much more interested in the
affairs of their own people than in the Indians. Miss Fletcher,
therefore, had to plead their cause continually until the Indian Land
Act was finally passed.

The President asked Miss Fletcher to undertake the difficult task of
allotting the tracts of land to the Omaha Indians. He knew that they
trusted her and would be content with her judgment. Later she did the
same work for other tribes of Indians to the satisfaction of everybody.

The Girl and Boy Scouts and the Campfire Girls have interested Miss
Fletcher very much, because she believes that the outdoors can bring
health and happiness to girls and boys. She has made a collection of
Indian games for these organizations. Also, Miss Fletcher has written
books and articles about the Indians. Her writings are a great help to
those who are making a special study of the different people of the
world.

Alice Cunningham Fletcher gave up luxury and even comfort to learn about
the Indians. The work of her mind has been of great value to learned
people in their study of races; and the work of her heart will never be
forgotten by the simple folk whose wrongs she helped to right.




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                             Louise Homer—

  Who Believes That Hard Work Is The Secret of Her Success as a Singer


Louise paid no attention to the calls of the children. What were a few
hours’ lost play compared with the treat in store for her! To-night
after the regular prayer meeting, a song service was to be held to study
hymns. Louise had begged so hard to be allowed to attend that her father
had consented, provided that her lessons were thoroughly prepared in the
afternoon.

These midweek song services were held at the Minneapolis church of which
her father was pastor. There, Louise Beatty sang for the first time
outside her own home. Little did this girl realize that her rich, deep
voice would later make her famous throughout the world.

Louise Dilworth Beatty was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, in 1872,
into a family where playing and singing were as much a part of the daily
program as eating or sleeping. Every one of the eight Beatty children
loved music. They were always singing in duets, trios, quartets, or
choruses.

Gathered around the fire on winter evenings, the family formed an
impromptu orchestra. One sister played the piano; a brother, the bones;
Mr. Beatty, the flute; and Louise, the future great opera singer, the
triangle.

Music had always delighted Louise, in particular. At school, the
seven-year-old girl was stirred day after day by the thrilling notes of
the music which the teacher played as the pupils marched out for recess.

When Louise was fourteen years old, she made her first appearance in
public as a soloist. The church in the little Pennsylvania town where
the family was then living was to give the cantata, _Ruth and Naomi_.
Mrs. Beatty was rather amused when Louise was asked to take the part of
Ruth, for she had never sung alone; but Louise herself was delighted.
The rehearsals were a joy.

On the night set for the cantata, just as the singers were assembling,
the disturbing news came that the man who was to sing the part of Boaz
had missed his train. What was to be done! “I will sing his part too,”
offered Louise. She carried the basso-profundo part, in addition to her
own, with such success that everyone told her mother that Louise’s voice
was wonderful, and that it should be cultivated.

Soon after this Louise began to take singing lessons, but the thought of
becoming an opera singer did not occur to her. She kept busy with her
high-school work, and later on studied music in Philadelphia. She also
sang in a church there.

Then one day Louise Beatty took the most important step in her life. She
decided to go to Boston to study music seriously. She felt that she must
know more about music itself, if she were to become a real singer. She
was advised to study harmony and composition with Sidney Homer, well
known as a writer of music. She began her lessons with Mr. Homer, and,
in addition, studied singing with William L. Whitney.

In 1895 Louise Beatty and Sidney Homer were married. Mr. Homer believed
that his wife’s voice was unusual, and that it was especially suited for
opera. He wanted her to go abroad to train herself to be an opera
singer. Accordingly, they went to Paris, where Madame Homer studied very
hard for two years. She was able to do a tremendous amount of work
without injuring her health, because she lived quietly and ate good home
food at regular hours.

Then came the reward of the long hours spent in singing with her
teachers, in practicing, and in studying languages and dramatics. Madame
Homer was ready to sing in opera. In America, she appeared for the first
time in San Francisco in the opera _Aida_, and a few weeks later in New
York in the same part. She was a success at once.

For many years Louise Homer has delighted American audiences with her
beautiful contralto voice. To keep her voice in good condition, and to
learn the many parts that she has sung has not been an easy task. Every
day during the season she practices and studies. Madame Homer believes
that a great name, once made, can only be kept by thorough work.

While Madame Homer has never slighted any part of the work of her
profession, neither has she neglected the work of home-making. She has
always found time to be an intelligent and affectionate mother to her
children and to preside over a real home. Remembering her own happy
childhood, she has been determined that her children should have as much
love and care and good training as her own mother gave her.

Louise, the eldest daughter, has a good mezzo voice and has sung in
recitals, sometimes with her mother. Sidney, the second child, has also
inherited musical ability.

Madame Homer and her husband have always been intensely interested in
each other’s work. The wife loves to sing the songs her husband
composes, and he in turn takes delight in dedicating them to her. Louise
Homer possessed a remarkable voice, but her own painstaking and constant
work has brought it to perfection.




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                        Harriet Goodhue Hosmer—

                 The Girl Who Loved Art More Than Ease


Bats, birds, toads, snakes, and beetles filled the room. Some were
stuffed and mounted, and the others were either dissected or preserved
in alcohol. This room was neither a museum nor a boy’s den. It was owned
by a little girl known as “Happy Hatty,” and she, herself, had collected
and prepared every one of its strange ornaments.

At the time that Harriet Hosmer was young, dissecting animals was not
considered a proper amusement for a girl. The neighbors thought that
Harriet would have been much better employed in sewing a fine seam.

Harriet’s father, an eminent physician, had his own ideas about bringing
up his little girl. Dr. Hosmer wanted her to live in the fresh air and
sunshine so that she would be strong and healthy. The more Harriet
ranged the woods in search of specimens, the better her father was
pleased.

Dr. Hosmer gave his little girl a boat, so that she could row on the
Charles River, which flowed past her home. He had a Venetian gondola
made for her, too, with velvet cushions and a silver prow. In fact, he
thought that no gift was too rich for his little girl, so long as it
would keep her in the open air.

Harriet enjoyed out-of-door life. She grew tall and strong. Her muscles
became firm from much rowing. She could walk miles without being tired,
and was a fearless rider. Thus, unknowingly, did this little girl, who
later became a distinguished sculptor, lay a strong foundation for her
life work.

Harriet Goodhue Hosmer was born in Watertown, Massachusetts, on October
9, 1830. Even as a child she liked to play with clay and mold it into
shapes. In one corner of the garden there was a clay-pit. Here the
little girl used to go, when she grew tired of books, to fashion dogs
and horses from the wet clay.

Harriet went to school in Watertown, and later attended a private school
at Lenox, Massachusetts. After three years at Lenox, Harriet returned
home. She then began to study drawing and modeling in Boston. Often she
walked both to and from her lessons, a distance of fourteen miles. By
this time, Harriet Hosmer realized that nothing made her happier than to
turn formless bits of clay into beautiful objects. She felt that she
would like to go still further in her work; she wanted to see some of
her ideas take shape in marble.

Harriet knew that a sculptor cannot fashion life-like figures of people
or animals without understanding the position and shape of the bony
frame under the flesh. The decorations of her museum-like room, all
those specimens that she had dissected or mounted as a child, had given
her a fair start in the study of anatomy. She also studied this subject
with her father. However, she realized that, if she were to be a real
sculptor, she must know more about anatomy. She consequently looked
about for a school where she might study.

The Boston Medical School would not accept this eager young student
because she was a girl, but Harriet Hosmer was not a person to be
daunted by one refusal. She was finally admitted to the St. Louis
Medical College where she had a very thorough course in anatomy. After
she had completed this course, she returned home and began to work
seriously in a studio which her father had fitted up for her in his
garden.

A beautiful girl representing Hesper, the evening star, was the subject
that Harriet Hosmer chose for her first original statue. From a solid
block of marble she had a workman knock off the corners. As he was not
accustomed to working for sculptors she did not allow him to go within
several inches of the part that she was to cut. All the rest of this
difficult work she did with her own small hands.

For eight or ten hours a day she chipped away at the block with chisel
and a leaden mallet weighing four pounds and a half. Muscles made strong
and flexible by much rowing and other exercises enabled her to keep up
this hard work day after day. The block of marble was finally turned
into the head of a lovely maiden, her hair entwined with poppies and a
star on her forehead.

Beautiful as was this head of Hesper, Harriet Hosmer felt that she must
study more. She was very desirous of entering the studio of John Gibson,
a noted English sculptor who was then residing in Rome. Now Mr. Gibson,
hearing that Miss Hosmer was young and rich, feared that she might be
easily discouraged before real difficulties. However, as soon as he saw
the daguerreotypes of her “Hesper,” the great sculptor said to her
father, “Whatever I can teach her, she shall learn.”

At the very beginning of her work with Mr. Gibson, Harriet Hosmer showed
him that she was not the sort of girl who gives up easily. The iron rod
in a clay copy of the Venus de Milo which she had modeled in order that
her teacher might have an idea of her work snapped, and the figure fell
to pieces. However, without stopping to complain, she started at once to
make another model.

Harriet Hosmer continued to work steadily with John Gibson. Then one day
a message came from her father stating that he had lost his fortune and
could no longer send her money. Miss Hosmer sold her fine saddle horse,
and took an inexpensive room for herself. Now she was actually to work
for her living.

Miss Hosmer became an important figure in the art and literary circles
in Rome. She numbered among her friends the Brownings, Hawthorne, the
Thackerays, and many other interesting people.

In the years that followed, many a beautiful statue emerged from
unshaped marble through the transforming touch of Harriet Hosmer’s
hands. Her statue “Puck” shows a merry little elf, sitting cross-legged
on a toadstool, his left hand resting upon a lizard, his right, clasping
a beetle. Some of her other important statues are “Œnone,” “Beatrice
Cenci,” “Sleeping Faun,” and a statue of Thomas H. Benton. “Zenobia in
Chains,” which is in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, is the most famous
of all. This is a colossal statue, representing the beautiful Queen of
Palmyra taken prisoner by the Roman Emperor Aurelian.

Harriet Goodhue Hosmer so loved to watch beauty grow under her fingers
that she was willing to give up the care-free, easy life that she might
have had as the child of a rich man. Because she developed her talent
through hard, serious work, she won for herself a high place among the
sculptors of America.




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                            Julia Ward Howe—

       Whose Battle Hymn Sang Itself Into the Hearts of a Nation


In the days when New York was not the big city that it is now, there was
a fashionable section called the Bowling Green. The people who lived
there often used to see a great yellow coach roll by. Within, three
little girls sat stiffly against the bright blue cushions. These
children were dressed in blue coats and yellow satin bonnets to match
the chariot and its lining. They were the three little Ward children,
one of them, Julia, to be known later throughout the land as Julia Ward
Howe. She is the author of the famous patriotic hymn which you sing so
often at school, the “Battle Hymn of the Republic.”

Julia Ward, the eldest of the three little girls, was born in New York
City, May 27, 1819. Although her father was a rich man and loved his
children very dearly, they did not have many of the pleasures which most
children to-day enjoy as a matter of course.

The Ward girls had very little chance to romp and play outdoors and get
acquainted with the birds and flowers. To be sure, they went to Newport,
Rhode Island, in the summer, but poor little Julia had to wear a thick
green worsted veil to protect her delicate skin. It was not until she
had children of her own that she realized how much she had missed in her
youth. She was glad that her children could live close to Nature.

Julia was, however, a happy child in spite of her rather sober life. She
was alone much of the time, for her lively brothers were away at school
and the two younger sisters played by themselves; but she was never
lonely. She read a great deal: Shakespeare, Byron, and as much other
poetry as she could find. She enjoyed her music and other lessons.

Julia was particularly fond of study. At first she had lessons at home,
but at the age of nine she was sent to a private school nearby. Here
this little girl studied a difficult book, Paley’s _Moral Philosophy_,
with girls of sixteen and eighteen years of age.

Once, at this time, she heard a class reciting an Italian lesson. The
musical sound of the language delighted her, and she listened whenever
she had the chance. She secured a grammar, and studied it by herself.
Then, one day, she handed the surprised teacher a letter, written
correctly in Italian, asking permission to join the class.

Julia loved to make up poetry, and when she was in her thirteenth year,
she copied a number of her poems into a brown blank book as a present
for her father. One of them was a poem written about her mother, whom
she had lost when she was only six years old. Still another was in
French; and in the four stanzas there was only one mistake.

The study of languages was always a delight to her. She spoke and wrote
French and German very well. Later in life she studied Spanish, and at
the age of fifty she did not feel that she was too old to begin the
study of Greek.

At twenty-four years of age Julia Ward married Dr. Samuel Gridley Howe.
He was a noble-hearted man whom everyone knew as the first person to
teach language to a blind deaf mute, namely, Laura Bridgman.

A happy, busy time began for these two people, who believed that life
should be lived for others. Dr. Howe was engaged with his work for the
blind and for the freeing of the slaves. Mrs. Howe went on with her
studies, and wrote poems, plays, and essays. She helped her husband with
his antislavery work, and together they edited a newspaper called the
_Commonwealth_.

Yet no matter how crowded these days were, there was always a time in
the afternoon that was set aside for the children. The mother played and
sang to the little folks, and there were merry romps, as the father,
wrapped in a big fur coat, played bear and growled fiercely. Both mother
and father often read aloud to their children.

When the Civil War broke out, Julia Ward Howe longed to help her country
and soon a special way came. One day, she was driving back into
Washington with friends, after having witnessed a review of some troops.
Their carriage was delayed by the returning soldiers. To pass away the
time, Mrs. Howe and her companions began to sing war songs. Among them,
they sang,

“John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave.”

“Why do you not write some good words for that stirring tune?” someone
asked Mrs. Howe.

“I have often wished to do so!” she answered.

The next morning Mrs. Howe awoke before dawn, and found the words of a
song shaping themselves in her mind. As soon as the poem was complete,
she rose and, in the early morning light, wrote it down on a sheet of
paper. This poem was the famous “Battle Hymn of the Republic,” which
soon sang itself into the hearts of the nation.

Mrs. Howe’s writings have been numerous. In addition to her books of
poetry she also wrote much in behalf of social reforms. She lectured far
and wide, and loved to talk to school children. Because she wanted women
to learn how to help themselves, she founded, or helped to found, many
clubs and organizations for them. She wanted them to have the vote too.

Mrs. Howe’s children have followed in their mother’s footsteps and
written books themselves. One of her daughters, Laura E. Richards, has
written delightful stories for children. Her book, _Two Noble Lives_,
tells very beautifully the life stories of her remarkable mother and
father. Maud Howe Elliott and Florence Howe Hall are also the authors of
many books. The son, Henry Marion Howe, has written books on scientific
subjects.

Our country honors Julia Ward Howe as the author of one of its greatest
songs, which will ever continue to stir our patriotism. Because as a
girl she made the best use of her talents, she was enabled to fill a
long life with great service.




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                             Helen Keller—

The Deaf and Blind Girl Who Found Light and Happiness Through Knowledge


In a beautiful southern garden where birds sang gaily and roses,
honeysuckle, and jessamine shed their fragrance, little Helen lay face
downward on the ground. She hid her hot cheeks in the cool leaves and
grass. The tears flowed fast. Why, why would no one understand what she
wanted? Sometimes it seemed as if she could not bear the world of
darkness and silence in which she lived. This little girl could not talk
like other children. Neither could she see the yellow rose petals, nor
hear the songs of the birds.

On June 27, 1880, Helen Keller was born in the little Alabama town of
Tuscumbia. For nineteen months she was just like any other happy,
healthy baby girl. Then a severe illness took away her sight and
hearing, and, because she was unable to hear her baby words, she soon
forgot how to talk.

One day when Helen was nearly seven years old, a new doll was put into
her arms. Then, in her hand a lady made the letters _d-o-l-l_ in the
deaf alphabet. Helen did not know that things had names, but she was
amused with this new game and imitated the letters for her mother.
Helen’s new friend and teacher was Miss Anne Sullivan. She had come from
the Perkins Institution for the Blind, in Boston, to teach this little
girl.

When the finger game had been going on for a month, Miss Sullivan
spelled the word, _w-a-t-e-r_, into Helen’s hand, letting her feel the
water from the pump. A light broke over Helen’s face. For the first time
she understood that everything had a name. She touched the pump and the
trellis, and asked for their names. In a few hours she had learned
thirty new words. That night Helen went to bed very happy, looking
forward, for the first time in her life, to another day.

A new, joyous life now began for this little girl whose mind had been in
the dark. She soon realized that every word that she would learn would
provide her with a new and pleasant thought. Miss Sullivan gave Helen
slips of cardboard on which words were printed in raised letters. She
never tired of playing the game of arranging these words in sentences.

Down by the river Helen built dams of pebbles and dug lakes and bays and
was taught how the world is made. In the woods her teacher put a violet
or dogwood blossom in her hand and explained about growing things. She
learned to know the crickets and katydids by holding them in her hand.
Helen played all these games, not realizing that she was learning
lessons.

When Helen was eight years old, Miss Sullivan took her to Boston to the
Perkins Institution for the Blind. The child was delighted to find there
little girls and boys who could talk to her in the language of the hand.
She enjoyed, too, the books in the library printed in raised type, and
began to read in earnest. It was at this time that she climbed Bunker
Hill Monument, counting every step. She had another lesson in history at
Plymouth Rock.

It was difficult, of course, for Helen to talk with people who did not
know the deaf alphabet. Miss Sullivan had to spell out the conversation
into her hand. When Helen heard of a deaf girl who had been taught to
speak, she was determined to learn too.

It was the hardest task that she had undertaken, for she could not hear
the sound of her own voice nor see the lips of others. She would feel
the position of her teacher’s tongue and lips when making a sound, and
then imitate the motions. Constant practice and the great desire to
achieve always spurred her efforts. It was slow, tedious work, but Helen
persevered.

She _did_ succeed in learning to speak. It was a very happy day when
Helen actually spoke to her parents and to her little sister Mildred.

At ten years of age Helen had put her whole heart and will into learning
to speak. Six years later, after having studied lip-reading, French and
German, and other difficult subjects, she determined to undertake what
seemed like another impossibility. She made up her mind to go to
college!

Many of the books that she needed were not printed in raised type. She
could not hear lectures nor take notes. Such were a few of the
difficulties that this young girl had to face. Nevertheless, Helen was
not to be discouraged. She entered the Cambridge School for Young Ladies
and bravely began her preparation for Radcliffe College.

Miss Sullivan went to Helen’s classes with her and spelled into her hand
all that the teachers said. Helen wrote her compositions on the
typewriter. She used it, too, in answering successfully the examination
questions.

Helen was urged to take special work at college, but she preferred to
follow the regular course. Once more this blind and deaf girl conquered
all the difficulties, and in 1904 was graduated from Radcliffe College.
She had completed the same course as had the young women at Radcliffe
College and the young men at Harvard University who could see and hear.

As Helen Keller grew older, she realized that knowledge, besides giving
pleasure, enables one to be of more help in the world. After her
graduation she was eager to be of service. Naturally, she thought of the
blind first. Miss Keller was made a member of the Massachusetts
Commission for the Blind and served on several boards for the blind and
deaf. She has always urged that the blind be given the kind of education
that will fit them to support themselves.

Miss Keller has written many magazine articles and several books. When
she was only twelve years old she wrote a short account of her life for
the _Youth’s Companion_. Her _The Story of My Life_ was published before
her graduation from college.

Instead of being a burden, this blind and deaf girl early became a
happy, useful citizen. She has succeeded because she was determined to
know more, no matter how much hard work it cost her. Helen Keller says
that the worst darkness is ignorance. Her life motto has been:
“Knowledge is love and light and vision.”




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                            Maria Mitchell—

                     The Girl Who Studied the Stars


It was an eventful day in the Mitchell home. The parlor window had been
taken out and the telescope mounted in front of it. Twelve-year-old
Maria, at her father’s side, counted the seconds while he observed a
total eclipse of the sun.

Not every twelve-year-old girl could be trusted to use the chronometer,
an instrument which measures the time even more accurately than a watch.
Maria, however, had been helping her father in his study of the stars
ever since she could count. Before many years this little girl beside
the telescope became America’s best-known woman astronomer.

On the little three-cornered island of Nantucket, off the coast of
Massachusetts, Maria Mitchell was born, August 1, 1818. With its broad
sandy beaches, its wide moors, and ocean breezes, the island was a
delightful spot in which to grow up.

The Mitchell home was a pleasant place, filled with the laughter and fun
of a large family of children. Due to the mother’s careful planning, the
wheels of the household machinery ran very smoothly. No one would have
guessed, by seeing the cheerful, comfortable home, how far Mrs. Mitchell
had to stretch a tiny income.

Work and play were happily mingled. Little Maria, with her sisters,
learned to cook and sew. Maria was always ready to do her share of the
household work. If she swept a room, she did it thoroughly. When she
arranged the furniture it might not be done artistically, but every
piece was straight. She could not bear to have things crooked. This
exactness about little things was one of the qualities that made it
possible for this girl to become a great astronomer.

There were always good books in the Mitchell home. They were read over
and over, and were very carefully handled. One textbook, an algebra, was
used by eight children, in succession, each child adding his name inside
the cover.

Mr. Mitchell, who was a Quaker, enjoyed quoting to his children from the
Bible and from the poets. He was particularly fond of references to his
beloved stars. He often said that an astronomer could not fail to
believe in God. One of the earliest poems that Maria learned was about
the heavens, beginning, “The spacious firmament on high.” She used to
like to say it over to herself when, in later years she was frightened
or troubled.

The most unusual object in Maria’s home was her father’s telescope. On
pleasant evenings it was set up in the back yard. Ever since boyhood Mr.
Mitchell had been interested in the stars and had made astronomy his
special study. Every clear evening he observed the heavens. Maria was
always glad to help him. Soon she took as keen a delight in watching the
sky as he.

The chronometers of all the whale ships which sailed into Nantucket were
brought to Mr. Mitchell to be “rated,” as it was called. Maria used to
help her father with this; and at a very early age learned how to use a
measuring instrument called the sextant.

There was no school at this time where Maria Mitchell could be taught
astronomy. Even Harvard University had no better telescope than her
father’s. Maria, however, had an excellent teacher in him. Many
scientists sought out Mr. Mitchell in remote Nantucket, and Maria had
the benefit of their conversation.

The years of Maria Mitchell’s girlhood passed quietly but happily. She
went to two schools that her father taught, and then to a private school
where she did very good work in mathematics. At sixteen years of age she
began to teach. She gave up teaching, however, to become librarian of
the Nantucket Athenæum, a position that she held for nearly twenty
years.

The library was open only afternoons and Saturday evenings. In the
afternoons there were few visitors, so Miss Mitchell had plenty of time
for reading and study. She went on with her studies in higher
mathematics and worked out difficult astronomical problems. Whenever
visitors came in and chatted, as they liked to do with this bright,
interesting young woman, her book was dropped for knitting. Maria
Mitchell never wasted a moment.

Every clear evening was spent on the housetop observing the heavens. No
matter how many guests there were in the parlor, Miss Mitchell would
slip out and, lantern in hand, mount to the roof where the telescope was
now kept.

On October 1, 1847, there was a party at the Mitchell home. Maria, as
usual, ran up to the telescope. Presently she hurried back and told her
father that she had seen a new comet. Mr. Mitchell was convinced that
she was right and he wrote to Harvard University, announcing the
discovery. Maria Mitchell received for this discovery a gold medal
offered sixteen years before, by the King of Denmark, to the first
discoverer of a telescopic comet. This won world-wide distinction for
Miss Mitchell.

The next year another great honor came to the Nantucket girl. She was
elected to the American Academy of Arts and Sciences. She was the first
woman to be admitted to this important scientific society.

Soon after this Miss Mitchell was asked to put her knowledge of
astronomy to use on a work for navigators called the _American Nautical
Almanac_. She was to watch the course of the planet Venus, and to make
the tables which mariners need to guide them. For nineteen years she
kept up this important work.

It was quite natural that a woman who had watched ships pass her island
home ever since childhood should long to travel. Miss Mitchell was
especially eager to meet the great scientists of Europe. At last the
happy time came for a European trip. Everywhere she was cordially
received, and astronomers not only opened their observatories to her,
but welcomed her in their homes.

Shortly after Vassar College was opened, Maria Mitchell was asked to
become its professor of astronomy and director of the observatory.
Accepting this position meant giving up to a great extent her own
studies and the hopes of making more discoveries in the heavens.
However, Miss Mitchell was very anxious that women should have a chance
for higher education. Therefore, she put her own ambitions aside and
threw herself into the work of teaching.

Hundreds who knew her at Vassar will say that she chose wisely. She was
honored as a remarkable teacher and loved as a friend and adviser.

Miss Mitchell was a prominent member of many important organizations.
Several colleges conferred degrees upon her.

In 1905 Maria Mitchell was elected to the Hall of Fame. This hall, which
is situated on the grounds of New York University, was built to
commemorate the achievements of distinguished citizens of the United
States.

Maria Mitchell lives in the memory of scientists as a great astronomer.
She lives in the hearts of her students as one who taught the beauty of
thorough and accurate work, and of lives free from pretense and sham.




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                         Alice Freeman Palmer—

                   The Girl Who Guided College Girls


Mr. Freeman lifted his five-year-old daughter to the platform to speak
her piece. Little Alice had been allowed to go comfortably to sleep
during the earlier part of the village entertainment. However, as soon
as she was on her feet, all traces of drowsiness disappeared. She loved
the bit of poetry that she had taught herself. With rosy cheeks and
sparkling eyes, she declaimed it so enthusiastically that the whole
roomful of people burst into delighted clapping.

Seeing smiling faces all about her, Alice smiled, too, and put her
little hands together and clapped as vigorously as anyone. She did not
realize that it was she herself who had given the audience pleasure.
Because these friends and neighbors were happy, she was happy with them.

When she grew up, Alice Freeman could still forget herself and enter
into the moods of others. She seemed to know exactly how the other
person felt. That was one of the reasons why, when she became the
president of Wellesley College, she was able to help the students make
the very best of their lives.

This first public appearance of Alice Elvira Freeman was in the country
village of Colesville, New York, where she was born, February 21, 1855.
Her father was a young farmer, high-minded and hard working. Her mother
was a farmer’s daughter and had been a school teacher. Both parents were
very deeply religious.

Mrs. Freeman was so busy cooking and churning and washing that
five-year-old Alice helped her all that she could. She washed dishes,
gathered eggs from the barn, and looked after the three younger
children.

Two years later there was even more need of Alice’s help. Mr. Freeman
had decided to become a doctor, and his young wife had bravely
undertaken to carry on the farm alone while he was studying. The two
little sisters and the brother depended on Alice to fasten their buttons
and to amuse them. Thus from a very early age Alice Freeman had to think
for others as well as for herself. Such training was of great value to
her when she had to care for a large family of Wellesley College girls.

When Alice’s father began to practice medicine in the village of
Windsor, New York, Alice loved to drive with him and hold the horse
during his visits to patients. She was interested in hearing about his
cases and she enjoyed the shady roads and wayside flowers. Throughout
her whole life, she rejoiced that she had been a country child.

At ten years of age Alice Freeman became an eager pupil at the Windsor
Academy. One of her teachers, who had taken a great interest in her
throughout her course, inspired Alice to go to college.

When Alice talked the matter over with her father, he said that he could
not afford to send her to college. He felt that, as there was only money
enough for one college education in the family, the boy must have it.
Alice begged very hard to go. She promised to send her brother through
college, and to give to her sisters whatever education they desired. Dr.
Freeman at length consented to her entering the University of Michigan.
As for her promise, she kept it to the letter.

At the University Alice was confronted with her next big problem. She
failed to pass her entrance examinations! The President had already
talked with the earnest, intelligent seventeen-year-old girl. He
realized that her school, though a good one, had not prepared her for
college. Therefore he asked the examiners to allow her to enter on a six
weeks’ trial. At the end of that time, there was no doubt of Alice
Freeman’s ability to lead her classmates.

This frail girl made up all the studies required for entrance, did
excellent work in her classes, and took an active part in the college
clubs. She went to church twice on Sunday and attended a midweek
service. She taught a Sunday-school class and put new life into the
Christian Association. She was never too busy to be friendly, cheerful,
and joyous.

Alice Freeman received her Bachelor’s degree after four years of college
work. Three years later, after having taught successfully in the middle
west, she was asked to become the head of the history department at
Wellesley College. In 1881, when she was only twenty-six years old, Miss
Freeman was made its president.

As college president Miss Freeman led a very busy life. The college was
young and needed to be guided carefully. She worked so lovingly and
enthusiastically for it that more students applied than could be
admitted. Wealthy people gave money for scholarships, and many new
schools were started to prepare students for college.

Miss Freeman was a real mother to the large family of Wellesley College
girls. They were free to go to her with all their problems, and they
never went in vain. She had a way of seeing the best thing in a girl and
of making her feel that she must bring the whole up to this level.

After six years of this devoted service to Wellesley College, Alice
Freeman was married to George Herbert Palmer, then Professor of
Philosophy at Harvard University. Happy years followed for them. Mrs.
Palmer was as successful a home-maker as she had been a college
president. She was a delightful hostess to the many interesting guests
that were welcomed at their home.

Mrs. Palmer still found plenty of work to do for others. She was a
trustee of Wellesley College, a member of the Massachusetts State Board
of Education, and the president of the International Institute for Girls
in Spain. She always could find time for any cause which was to make the
world wiser and better.

From all over the country Mrs. Palmer’s advice was sought on whatever
had to do with education. Many colleges and universities conferred
degrees upon her. In 1920 her name was greatly honored by being selected
for the Hall of Fame.

Alice Freeman Palmer, college president and great educator, never lost
the child Alice’s gift of sympathy. She cared very deeply what people
did with their lives. That was why she could inspire them to be of real
service.




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                              Maud Powell—

         The Girl Whose Violin Spread Afar The Message of Music


The sweet strains of one of Mozart’s violin sonatas filled the room. One
of the players was a bright-eyed little girl. The other, it was easy to
guess from the proud and tender look that she gave her little companion,
was the child’s mother. Both mother and daughter loved these hours
together with their violins.

Music meant much to this mother. She enjoyed composing as well as
playing. She was very happy to know that music gave pleasure to her
little daughter also. The hope was in this mother’s heart that some day
little Maud would be a great musician. It was a hope that was realized,
for, in later years, Maud Powell became known as the foremost American
violinist.

Maud Powell was born in Peru, Illinois, August 22, 1868. When she was
two years old, the family moved to Aurora, Illinois, where, for several
years, her father was head of the public schools. From the time that
little Maud was a baby she loved music. When she was only four years
old, she was taught to play simple pieces on the piano.

At an early age she showed such fondness for the violin that Mr. and
Mrs. Powell decided to have her study in Chicago with Mr. William Lewis.
Twice every week little Maud had to travel on the train, forty miles
each way, to take her lessons. She had to go alone, too, because money
could not be spared to pay the fare of a companion. The little musician
enjoyed these lessons very much. After she grew up she did not forget
this teacher, and often said that he had given her a splendid foundation
for her work.

Before she was ten years old, the little violinist played in public as a
soloist with the Chicago Ladies Vocal Quartet. By the time that she was
twelve years old, it was quite evident that Maud Powell had real talent
for the violin. Then, her parents decided that their little girl must be
given the best possible musical education. They fully realized that this
would be very expensive, and would necessitate a long absence from home.

One day Maud said good-by to her dear father and all her young friends,
and sailed away to Germany with her mother to study music. Mr. Powell
missed his little girl and her mother very much, but he was proud when
he received letters telling of his daughter’s success. The good news
helped him to work harder so as to be able to send them the necessary
money.

After studying at Leipzig, the little American girl passed a brilliant
examination, and was chosen to play at a public concert. Later, Mrs.
Powell was anxious to have her daughter study with a distinguished
French teacher, Charles Dancla, at the Paris Conservatory. Maud learned
that there were only a few new pupils to be admitted and that she would
be one of eighty applicants. The examinations were made especially
severe for foreigners, but Maud Powell was the first to be admitted.

This Frenchman delighted in teaching the eager young American girl. He
took great pains with her, and was always just and fair. After having
had but three lessons on a selection on which a class of eighty-four was
to be examined, Maud Powell passed above everyone else. One of the
pupils had been studying this selection for six months. It was not only
Maud Powell’s greater talent but also her general knowledge of music
that made it possible for her to grasp new work readily.

The lonely father at home was cheered by messages of his young
daughter’s success and popularity in London, where she was playing in
drawing-rooms and at concerts. Joachim, a distinguished German
violinist, was so impressed by Maud Powell’s playing that he wanted her
to join his class in Berlin. He said that she was more than a mere
talented child; that she would, with training, make a great artist. She
passed the examinations for his class, without the usual six months’
preparation, and worked hard with him for a year.

Then came the longed-for return to America and the reuniting of the
family. Maud Powell was eager to show her father that his sacrifices had
not been in vain. Many people thought that the violin was an instrument
for a man only. Nevertheless, at the age of seventeen, this young girl
made her debut as a violin soloist at a concert of the New York
Philharmonic Society, conducted by Theodore Thomas. From that time on
the fame of Maud Powell’s violin grew. It was heard throughout the
United States and in many foreign lands.

Miss Powell did not play merely for a livelihood or for fame. Music had
meant so much to her that she felt that she must bring it into the lives
of others. She was especially eager to give the inspiration of her music
to people who had few opportunities of hearing great artists. That was
why she gave recitals in hundreds of small towns, and was always glad to
play for schools and colleges.

Miss Powell never slighted her programs even though she was playing in
the smallest place. She gave her best, thinking that some one in her
audience might not have another opportunity to hear good music.

In fact, Miss Powell never gave anything but her best at any concert.
She would memorize a long selection perfectly even if she knew it were
to be played only once. She took great pains to have her programs
varied, and delighted in introducing American compositions to her
audiences.

In 1904 Miss Powell married H. Godfrey Turner. He assisted her greatly
by attending to the business arrangements for her concerts.

Great praise and appreciation came to Maud Powell for the marvelous
music that she brought forth from her violin. However, the road from
gifted childhood to finished artist was a long, hard one. She pushed
aside every obstacle by her tireless work. The long hours of practicing
and the years of homelessness and loneliness were endured for the sake
of her beloved music. Maud Powell will always be remembered, not only
because she played the violin remarkably, but because she carried the
message of music to out-of-the-way parts of the world.




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                           Ellen H. Richards—

                   A Scientist Who Helped Home-Makers


“A half pound of saleratus, please,” demanded a customer. “I never can
cook with soda.” “Give me baking soda,” another woman insisted. “I
cannot use saleratus.”

The bright-eyed young girl behind the counter of the country store
supplied them both from the same package, rather amused that they should
not know that baking soda and saleratus are as alike as two peas in a
pod.

“I should like to know more about the nature of the things that I am
selling,” thought Ellen Swallow. Little did she dream that her future
years were to be spent in making life easier and happier for women by
enabling them to learn about these very things.

On December 3, 1842, Ellen Henrietta Swallow was born near the village
of Dunstable, Massachusetts. She was an out-of-door girl and loved to
follow her father and uncles about the farm. She drove the cows to
pasture, rode horseback, and often pitched hay. She made a little flower
garden too, and tended it carefully.

Little Ellen was also quick and skillful at indoor tasks. Her mother,
who had a deft hand at any kind of housework, taught her to sew and
cook. Ellen’s doll’s bed had sheets and pillowcases daintily hemstitched
by her own hand. At the country fair, one year, two prizes fell to
thirteen-year-old Ellen Swallow, one for a beautifully embroidered
handkerchief and another for the best loaf of bread.

Ellen’s mother and father were well educated, and had been teachers.
They taught Ellen at home until she was ready for the academy.

Mr. Swallow gave up farming and opened a country store in the village of
Westford, Massachusetts, so that Ellen could attend the academy there.
Ellen enjoyed her studies and mastered them thoroughly. She was such a
fine Latin student that later she was able to earn money for her college
expenses by teaching that subject.

Ellen Swallow was as active and energetic out of school as in school.
She was a capable little business woman. She waited on customers in her
father’s store and kept his accounts. She even made trips to Boston to
buy goods for the store. This early training was very helpful when in
later years she had to handle large sums of money for many philanthropic
and educational purposes.

At home Ellen was often the housekeeper for weeks at a time, during her
frail mother’s illnesses. She not only cooked and washed, but she
cleaned house, papered rooms, and laid carpets, as well. What she
learned of managing a house in her school-girl days was a very valuable
addition to what science taught her later about good home-making. Ellen
Swallow was very quick and capable. In addition to her school, home, and
store duties, she had time for reading and for working in her precious
flower garden.

After her academy days Ellen Swallow’s hours were filled by teaching a
country school, helping in the store and at home, and caring for sick
friends and neighbors; but she was not satisfied. She felt a great
longing to learn and to do more.

There was no college in New England at that time which admitted women.
Ellen Swallow therefore decided to enter Vassar College, at
Poughkeepsie, New York, which had only recently been founded.

College days were very happy ones for this active-minded young woman.
She wrote home to her mother glowing accounts of her new life and told
her all about her school work and the books that she was reading.
Science was her favorite study. One of her teachers was Maria Mitchell,
who took a great interest in the young girl.

After graduating from Vassar College, Ellen Swallow was eager to go on
with the study of chemistry that she had begun there. After some
difficulty she gained admittance to the Massachusetts Institute of
Technology, as its first woman student. In fact, she was the first woman
to enter any strictly scientific school in the United States. One of the
teachers thought that this young woman looked rather frail to be taking
such difficult work. The President answered, “Did you notice her eyes?
They are steadfast and they are courageous. She will not fail.”

Not only did she _not_ fail in her studies, but she also supported
herself. She did tutoring, took charge of an office for a friend, and
temporarily ran the boarding house where she lived.

It was feared about this time that the water near many towns and cities
in Massachusetts was becoming unfit for drinking. The newly organized
State Board of Health decided to have samples of the water examined to
see whether it contained impurities.

Miss Swallow had proved herself to be so accurate and dependable that
the chemist chosen to analyze the water handed over most of the work to
her. Often she had to work far into the night when many samples came in
at a time. She analyzed forty thousand samples of water. This careful
work meant the prevention of much disease. For ten years she was
assistant chemist for the State Board of Health, and then chemist for
ten years.

When Ellen Swallow was married to Professor Robert Hallowell Richards,
head of the department of mining engineering in the Massachusetts
Institute of Technology, she did not give up her public work. Yet she
maintained a real home in which she carried out her ideas about building
and furnishing, cleanliness and fresh air, and labor-saving devices.
Many guests were welcomed to this busy woman’s home and all found it a
place of restfulness and peace.

Mrs. Richards’ great desire was that girls should have the same
opportunity to receive a scientific training as had boys. Largely
through her efforts a Woman’s Laboratory was opened in connection with
the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. This Laboratory was
established for the purpose of giving scientific training to women.

Mrs. Richards gave generously to the Laboratory, teaching without
salary, and contributing to its support as well. Soon after women were
admitted to the Institute on the same footing as men, Mrs. Richards was
made Instructor in Sanitary Chemistry in the Institute, a position which
she held for the rest of her life.

Mrs. Richards might have spent her time in scientific research. However,
she preferred instead to put her knowledge of science to practical use.
She tested wall papers and fabrics to see if they contained arsenic, and
staple groceries to detect impurities. She studied oils to discover how
the danger from explosives could be lessened.

Mrs. Richards wrote many helpful books about home-making. She organized
a society of people interested in promoting right living in the home,
the school, and the community. The name of this organization is American
Home Economics Association. Because of her influence home economics is
now taught in schools throughout the land.

To Ellen H. Richards, sanitary chemist, the facts of science were never
just facts, but the means of making people healthier and happier.




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                        Elizabeth Cady Stanton—

    The Girl Who Helped to Draft Woman’s Declaration of Independence


“What a pity it is she’s a girl!”

Four-year-old Elizabeth heard this remark over and over again from the
visitors who had come to see her baby sister. She thought that she ought
to feel sorry for the baby, too. When she was a little older, Elizabeth
Cady realized what a pity it was that girls and women could not have the
same privileges and advantages as had boys and men.

Elizabeth Cady was born at Johnstown, New York, November 12, 1815. When
this little girl grew up, she called the first Woman’s Rights Convention
and worked all her life to gain more privileges for women. As a child
she felt the disadvantages of being a girl in the early days of the
1800’s.

When her only brother, a fine promising college graduate, died,
eleven-year-old Elizabeth realized that her father loved his son far
more than all of his five daughters. Longing to comfort him Elizabeth
climbed on his knee.

“Oh, my daughter, would that you were a boy!” was all that he could say.

From that moment Elizabeth resolved to equal boys. To be learned and
courageous she decided was the way to accomplish her purpose. Before
breakfast the next morning she went to her dear friend and pastor and
asked him to teach her Greek. She insisted on beginning that very
minute. To prove herself courageous she learned to drive a horse, and to
leap a fence and ditch on horseback.

Within a short time she began to study Greek, Latin, and mathematics
with a class of boys at the village academy. She did so well that she
won the second prize, a Greek testament. Joyfully Elizabeth rushed home
expecting to hear her father say, “Now, you are equal to a boy.”
However, his kisses and praise failed to take away the sting of his
remark, “Ah, you should have been a boy!” Elizabeth’s father was a
distinguished lawyer and judge. His office adjoined the house, and there
his little daughter spent much of her time talking with his students and
listening to his clients.

Often his clients were widows who wept and complained that the property
which they had brought into the family had been willed to their sons.
Elizabeth could not understand why her father, who was wise and kind,
could not help these poor women. Then Judge Cady would take down from
the shelves a big volume and show her the law.

The students, seeing how interested she was in the laws about women,
amused themselves by reading to her the most unfair laws that they could
find. They often teased her, too, in order to hear her bright remarks.

Little Elizabeth was so distressed by the unfairness of the law in
regard to women that she made up her mind to cut them all out of her
father’s law books. She refrained from doing this upon learning that it
would not help the situation.

Much to her disgust Elizabeth Cady could not go to college, as did her
boy classmates, for at that time girls were not admitted. However, she
entered the Willard Seminary for girls in Troy, New York, where she
studied for some time. Later she went on with her studies at home, never
losing her interest in laws for women.

In her twenty-fifth year Elizabeth Cady married Henry B. Stanton, a
lecturer on antislavery, who later became a lawyer. After several happy
years in Johnstown and Boston, the young couple settled in Seneca Falls,
New York. By this time the champion of woman’s rights began to know by
experience something of a woman’s home problems. She had a big house to
manage with very little help, and her lively girls and boys needed
constant care.

In her round of everyday duties, however, Mrs. Stanton did not forget
the wrongs to women. She, together with Lucretia Mott and some others,
called a big meeting, the first Woman’s Rights Convention, at Seneca
Falls in 1848, to talk over this question.

At this meeting Mrs. Stanton and her coworkers presented a Declaration
of Sentiments based upon the Declaration of Independence. They also
presented eleven resolutions, one of which demanded the vote for women.
Mrs. Stanton was entirely responsible for this resolution and placed
great emphasis upon it. She believed that through the ballot for women
all other rights for women could be secured.

The newspapers made a great deal of fun of all the reforms discussed at
the convention, particularly the proposal that women should vote. In
those days most people were quite ready to admit that a woman could
manage her home capably and be bright and entertaining in company.
However, they thought it very unwomanly that she should dream of helping
to make laws to secure better schools or cleaner streets.

Mrs. Stanton was surprised and distressed to have her very serious
purpose treated so lightly, but ridicule did not prevent her from
upholding woman’s rights whenever she had an opportunity.

Three years after this she met Susan B. Anthony, the woman who was to be
her lifelong friend and fellow-worker. Except for their lectures in the
cause of temperance and antislavery, Mrs. Stanton and Miss Anthony gave
their whole lives to gaining more freedom for their fellow-women.

The two friends were very different in characteristics, but they were of
one mind on the question of woman’s rights. Miss Anthony had not at
first thought it necessary for women to have the vote, but she was soon
won over to her friend’s opinion. Year after year these two earnest
workers endeavored to arouse the country to do something for women.
Never a jealous thought as to which one should have the glory for
anything accomplished marred this fifty years of friendship.

Mrs. Stanton and Miss Anthony lectured in big cities and all sorts of
little out-of-the way places. Together with their friend Mrs. Gage, they
wrote a very complete history of what had been done to gain the vote for
women.

Of Mrs. Stanton’s children, a daughter, Mrs. Harriot Stanton Blatch, has
followed directly in her mother’s footsteps as a public speaker for the
cause of women. She has also written several books about woman’s place
in the work of the world. Theodore Stanton, one of the sons, also writes
in behalf of women.

Throughout a long lifetime Elizabeth Cady Stanton courageously and
steadfastly pleaded the cause of women. She lived to see them enjoying
better property rights and educational privileges, and in four states
helping to make the laws. Eighteen years after her death the Nineteenth
Amendment gave the vote to women throughout the United States.




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                         Harriet Beecher Stowe—

        The Girl Whose Story of Slavery Aroused the Whole World


It was the night of the annual exhibition of the Litchfield Academy.
Twelve-year-old Harriet Beecher waited eagerly for a certain part of the
program. Presently she heard read before all the learned people
assembled the familiar words of her own composition, one of the three
chosen for this great occasion.

As Harriet listened to the sentences that she had composed with so much
care, she watched the face of her father who sat on the platform. It
brightened. She knew that he was interested.

At the close of the entertainment she heard him ask, “Who wrote that
composition?”

Her teacher replied, “Your daughter, sir.”

It was the proudest moment of Harriet’s life. When this little academy
student became a woman she wrote a book which set the whole world to
thinking of the evil of slavery. It was _Uncle Tom’s Cabin_.

Harriet Beecher was born at Litchfield, Connecticut, June 14, 1811. Her
father had only a country parson’s meagre salary to provide for the
wants of eleven children. What a father he was—grave and serious enough
in the pulpit, but full of fun and enthusiasm at home. It was mere play
for Harriet and the boys to pile wood, when their father superintended.

Harriet was very rich in sisters and brothers. She loved them all
dearly, especially the merry, energetic big sister, Catherine, and the
chubby little boy two years younger than she, Henry Ward Beecher, who
grew up to be a famous minister.

Little Harriet had only a sweet memory of her mother who had died when
she was a small child. Wherever she went, she was told of her mother’s
beautiful life. It made her very happy to know that she had a mother
whom everyone loved.

There were no expensive toys in the Beecher family, but Harriet was well
content without them. She played with her glass-eyed wooden doll and a
set of cups and saucers made by her own hands out of codfish bones. In
the woodpile she found treasures in the moss and lichens on the logs.
From them she fashioned little pictures using the moss for green fields,
sprigs of spruce for the trees, and bits of glass for lakes and rivers.

Some of Harriet’s happiest hours were spent curled up in a corner of her
father’s study, surrounded by her favorite books. It was a peaceful,
restful place, she thought. She liked to glance up at her dear father as
he was writing or thinking over his sermons. She enjoyed looking at the
friendly faces of the books on the shelves. Very few of them, however,
were books that she could understand.

One day while rummaging in a barrel of old sermons in the attic, Harriet
came upon a copy of the _Arabian Nights_. How she and her brothers pored
over its pages! Another precious treasure discovered in a barrel was
Shakespeare’s play, _The Tempest_.

Harriet’s delight in stories was satisfied in another way. Every fall it
was the custom to make enough apple sauce to last for the winter. It
took a whole barrelful for the big Beecher family. All the little
fingers were pressed into service to peel or quarter apples. Mr. Beecher
would then ask who could tell the best story. As the apples bubbled and
hissed in the big brass kettle, story after story went around. Mr.
Beecher, himself, recited scenes from Sir Walter Scott’s novels, which
were then new.

In the unheated, barnlike meetinghouse where Mr. Beecher preached,
Harriet also spent many happy hours, although she was cold and cramped
from sitting through the long sermons. Usually she did not understand
her father’s big words, but one day he spoke so earnestly and simply
about God’s love that Harriet never forgot it.

When Harriet grew up, she married Calvin Ellis Stowe. He was a professor
in the Lane Theological Seminary, in Cincinnati, Ohio, of which her
father had become the president.

In Ohio, adjacent to the slave state of Kentucky, everybody was thinking
and talking about slavery. The Fugitive Slave Law, whereby runaway
slaves must be returned to their masters, was causing heated
discussions. Mrs. Stowe and her husband believed this to be a very
unjust law and they helped a colored girl, the “Eliza” of _Uncle Tom’s
Cabin_, to escape from her pursuers. Mrs. Stowe opened a school for
colored children in her house, and raised money to buy the freedom of a
slave boy.

Ever since the days of her school compositions Mrs. Stowe had enjoyed
writing, and some of her stories had found their way into the papers.
When Professor Stowe went to Bowdoin College, in Brunswick, Maine, to
teach, his wife tried to do a little writing to add to his small salary.
However, the work of looking after a large house and her family of small
children left her little time for writing stories. Sometimes with her
paper on the corner of the kitchen table and her ink on the teakettle,
she managed to write a story, superintend the making of pastry, and
watch the baby at the same time.

One day Mrs. Stowe received a letter from a relative urging her to write
something that would stir the country against the evil of slavery. She
earnestly declared that she would.

Soon thereafter the plot for her story, _Uncle Tom’s Cabin_, flashed
across her mind. She wrote a chapter as quickly as possible and sent it
to the _National Era_, an antislavery paper. Chapter after chapter
followed, written rapidly as the scenes of the story presented
themselves to her. When it was completed it was published as a book. In
a few days ten thousand copies were sold; in a year, three hundred
thousand copies.

Mrs. Stowe wrote many other books, though none of them attained the
prominence of _Uncle Tom’s Cabin_. This book is considered to have been
one of the most influential and widely read novels in literature.

From distinguished people all over the world came letters of
congratulation to Mrs. Stowe. What she had written just because she felt
that she must, with no thought of money or fame, brought her both.
Harriet Beecher Stowe was further honored by being elected to the Hall
of Fame in 1910.

Harriet Beecher Stowe’s gift of expression, which she had been
cultivating for many years under all sorts of difficulties, made it
possible for her to draw a picture of slavery that aroused the whole
world.




[Illustration]


                          Kate Douglas Wiggin—

                Who Put the Joy of Living Into Her Books


Although Katie Smith loved all the books on the black walnut
bookshelves, the ones that she took down most often were some fat
volumes by Charles Dickens. So much did she enjoy these stories that she
named her yellow dog “Pip” after a character in one of them; and across
her sled in big scarlet letters were painted the words “The Artful
Dodger.”

One day Katie’s mother read in the paper that Mr. Charles Dickens had
come to America. When Katie heard that he was going to give a reading
from his books in Portland, Maine, only sixteen miles away, she was very
much excited. How she longed to see and hear the wonderful man who had
created so many delightful characters!

Katie and her mother had planned to go to Charlestown, Massachusetts,
for a visit, stopping overnight in Portland. Now Katie’s mother decided
that they would leave home so as to be in Portland on the night of the
reading. But alas! a grown-up cousin, instead of little Katie, was taken
to hear Mr. Dickens.

Katie bore her disappointment as best she could, and the next day after
the reading she received her reward. Who should be riding on the very
same train with Katie and her mother, but the great Charles Dickens
himself! While Katie’s mother was talking with an acquaintance, the
little girl slipped into the empty seat beside her favorite author.

“Where did you come from?” inquired Mr. Dickens in a surprised tone of
voice.

“I came from Hollis, Maine,” stammered Katie Smith.

Presently the little girl and the famous author were chatting away like
old friends. Mr. Dickens chuckled when he heard about the naming of
Katie’s dog and her sled, and his eyes grew moist when she spoke of the
characters that made her cry.

This nine-year-old admirer of Dickens had not the slightest idea that
one day she would be an author herself. Years later, however, when she
was known as Kate Douglas Wiggin, she wrote a delightful story about
another little State-of-Maine girl, entitled _Rebecca of Sunnybrook
Farm_. She also wrote many other enjoyable books.

Kate Douglas Smith was not a State-of-Maine girl by birth. She was born
in Philadelphia, September 28, 1859. When she was six years old her
family moved to the village of Hollis, Maine.

Little Katie Smith loved the world in which she lived and especially her
own little corner of it on the banks of the Saco River. What fun she had
with her little sister Nora and her playmate Annie. Nora is better known
to us as Nora Archibald Smith, the author of many charming stories for
children. These little girls gathered velvety pussy willows, hunted for
arbutus in the early spring, and picked wild strawberries and
raspberries in the summer.

How amusing Katie found the froggery, a nice quiet pool where lived her
favorite frogs! She knew them all by name and twice a week she arranged
them very gently in a row on a strip of board for a singing lesson. In
the winter she enjoyed coasting and snowballing. She also liked to be in
the house where she could play with her orphanage of paper dolls and
read her beloved books.

To little Katie Smith, work was almost as amusing as play. It was fun,
she thought, to cut up rhubarb for sauce, to make milk toast for supper,
to water the plants, to iron the handkerchiefs, and to go for the milk.
Just to be alive, to run along the river bank, to help about the house,
was enough for this joyous child. No dreams of authorship had come to
her, though she was filling her mind with the pictures which she was
later to give to the world in her books.

Katie Smith was taught at home and also attended a district school.
Later she went to a boarding school in Maine, after which she attended
Abbot Academy in Andover, Massachusetts, from which she was graduated.

When Kate Smith was seventeen years old she followed her family to Santa
Barbara, California, where they had gone several years before. As there
was very little money in the family treasury, the elder daughter of the
house felt that she must begin to help at once. A girl’s story which she
had written merely to amuse herself she decided to send to a magazine
editor. What was Kate’s delight to receive in payment for the story a
check for one hundred and fifty dollars, which came just in time to pay
some taxes!

The proud young author, however, did not think of writing for a living.
She decided that she did not yet know enough to write. She realized that
she must live a little longer and learn more. In the meantime she
decided to find some useful work to do. Years later, after she had
become a successful author, she said that this decision was the most
sensible act of her life.

Kate Smith soon found the work that she sought. Kindergartens were still
very new in America. Miss Smith studied the system and organized a free
kindergarten in San Francisco, the first one to be established west of
the Rockies. This young woman was very successful in bringing happiness
into the lives of the little children who flocked to her kindergarten.

It was for the purpose of raising money for kindergartens that the young
teacher wrote two stories, _The Story of Patsy_, and _The Birds’
Christmas Carol_. She had them printed and sold at twenty-five cents a
copy. Miss Smith thought that the only reason they sold well was because
so many friends were anxious to help the good cause of free
kindergartens. Little did she realize that these books would later bring
her fame.

In 1880 Kate Douglas Smith married Samuel Bradley Wiggin, who was a
California lawyer. It was not until several years later that Mrs. Wiggin
thought of sending a paper-covered copy of _The Birds’ Christmas Carol_
to a publisher. This charming story of the Ruggles family was accepted
at once and more stories requested. From that time on Mrs. Wiggin
devoted herself to writing.

Girls and boys of to-day all over the world love her Rebecca, Carol,
Patsy, and Timothy just as the little girl of Hollis, Maine, loved the
children in Dickens’ stories. Kate Douglas Wiggin wrote often for
children because she loved them and never forgot what it is like to be a
child. She has also written many very entertaining books for older
people.

“Rebecca” is not, as some people have thought, small Katie Smith
herself. However, the district school where Rebecca wrote her famous
composition was the one that the author attended.

In Kate Douglas Wiggin’s books are many pictures of the life that she
lived as a child. She put herself into her books, but not as a
character. In her stories you will find something of her own quick wit,
her cheerfulness, her satisfaction in doing and helping, and her joy of
living.




[Illustration]


                          Frances E. Willard—

                 The Girl Who Fought The Dragon, Drink


Frances called her brother Oliver’s attention to the new law that she
had written the previous night for “Fort City.” It read: “We will have
no saloons or billiard halls, and then we will not need any jails.”

This little girl’s favorite game was to plan a play city, a place where
everyone could live happily. She took a special delight in making laws
for the health and pleasure of the citizens of her city.

Planning the city was only play, but in this game as well as in all
others Frances Willard showed her remarkable ability as an organizer.
Little did she realize that years later this ability would make her a
valuable leader of the Temperance Cause.

Frances Elizabeth Willard was born at Churchville, New York, September
28, 1839. When she was but a tiny child, her parents moved to Oberlin,
Ohio, in order that they might study at the university. After a few
years of happy student life, Mr. Willard was obliged to give up his
books and his dream of becoming a minister for a life outdoors in the
West.

What an adventure the journey was for the three little Willards! There
were no fine Pullman trains in which they could travel, for there were
no railroads in that section of the country in those days. Three clumsy
prairie schooners carried them to their new home. Frances and her little
sister Mary rode in the third, perched comfortably enough among the
cushions on the top of their father’s old-fashioned desk. For three
weeks they traveled over the prairies, stopping only to cook their
meals, gypsy-fashion, and to rest on Sundays.

“Forest Home” was the name given to the pretty rustic cottage that Mr.
Willard built among the oaks and hickory groves, by the banks of the
Rock River, near Janesville, Wisconsin. It was a delightful place in
which to spend a happy childhood. To be sure, the Willards’ only callers
at first were the chipmunks and birds, but there were no dull days.
Every minute was filled. Frances did her share of the household tasks
and far more than her share in planning the family games.

Although the lively Frances was the leader in all the fun, there was one
sport in which she was not allowed to join. This was horseback riding.
Confiding to her brother that she _must_ ride something, she tried the
cow. Her father laughed when he saw her on her clumsy steed, and allowed
her to have a horse after that. This simple way of disposing of
difficulties served her well all her life.

Active and full of fun as Frances Willard was, she liked to be quiet and
thoughtful too. A black oak in the garden bore the sign:

                        The Eagle’s Nest—Beware!

High up in the leafy branches Frances would sit for hours, making up
bits of verse or editing the “Fort City” newspaper.

On Sunday afternoons the children would wander with their mother in the
orchard while she talked to them about the beauty that God had created.
They realized that God was very near.

Frances was quite young when she first heard from her parents of the
unhappiness that drink brings. With the other children she signed a
pledge written in the big family Bible, and ending:

                 “So here we pledge perpetual hate
                 To all that can intoxicate.”

For some years Mrs. Willard took charge of the children’s lessons, but
later a young woman from the East came to teach them and some of their
little neighbors. No child was ever more hungry for knowledge than
little Frances Willard. She often declared that she wanted to learn
everything.

There came a day when Frances was very happy and excited. A little
schoolhouse had been built in the woods about a mile away. It was so
small and brown and plain that she called it “a sort of big ground-nut,”
but it was a real schoolhouse, with a Yale graduate for a teacher.

Later on Frances and Mary went away to college. They attended Milwaukee
Female College, and then Northwestern Female College at Evanston,
Illinois, from which they were graduated. At these two schools
energetic, high-spirited Frances was a leader, both in and out of the
classroom.

Frances Willard was the same earnest, hungry-minded, determined girl
when she became a teacher that she had been as a student. She began to
teach in her own “brown-nut” schoolhouse during her first college
vacation. After her graduation from college she spent a number of years
in the teaching profession. During this time she was at the head of
several important schools. She concluded her teaching career as Dean of
the Woman’s College in Northwestern University.

About this time many people were becoming alarmed at the amount of
drunkenness throughout the United States. They were distressed by the
misery caused by drink. In the small towns in the Middle West, women
often marched through the streets singing, praying, and begging saloon
keepers to give up their business.

In Chicago a band of women, marching to the City Council to ask to have
the Sunday closing law enforced, were rudely treated by the mob. Frances
Willard had never forgotten the pledge that she had signed in the family
Bible. The insults to these women aroused her fighting spirit. She felt
that she must help.

One day the mail brought her two letters. One letter offered her the
principalship of a prominent school in New York City, which would pay
her a large salary. The other letter asked her to become president of
the Chicago branch of the Woman’s Christian Temperance Union. Because of
the meager funds of this organization no salary was offered her.
Although she had no means besides her earnings, Miss Willard chose the
latter position. Later, discovering that she had no private income, this
organization provided a sufficient salary for her.

Frances Willard felt sure that she should devote her life to the cause
of Temperance. The Woman’s Christian Temperance Union needed a leader
badly, so with all the energy with which she had planned her play city,
Miss Willard developed this organization.

From that time on, Frances Willard gave her whole life to the Cause. She
pleaded eloquently for Temperance in every large city in the United
States and in many small ones. She became the president of the National
Woman’s Christian Temperance Union, and later of the World’s Woman’s
Christian Temperance Union, which was organized through her efforts.

In the National Capitol there is a hall where each state may place the
statue of two of its most beloved leaders. Illinois erected there the
first statue to a woman—a marble figure of Frances E. Willard. In the
year 1910 Frances E. Willard’s name was selected for the Hall of Fame.

To-day, we have that for which Miss Willard dreamed and worked: a nation
in which the sale of intoxicating drinks is prohibited by law. The
passing of this milestone on the road to Temperance has greatly
benefited the world. To Frances E. Willard, who contributed so much to
the success of this movement, humanity is indebted.




[Illustration]


                           Ella Flagg Young—

          Whose Slogan Was “Better Schools for Girls and Boys”


“What does that mean, Ella?” The boy lifted his eyes from his weeding as
he put the question to his sister. Ella, seated on a chair between the
garden rows, rested her open book on her knees a moment and sat
thinking. Then, choosing her words carefully, she explained what she had
just read aloud.

“Oh, I see now,” the boy exclaimed. “Go on.”

Ella resumed the reading.

Ella Flagg was in poor health as a little girl, so her mother chose
gardening as the best means of keeping her outdoors. Ella found that
while her fingers were busy pulling weeds, down one long row and up
another, her active little mind was eager to be busy too.

She and her brother decided to combine reading and gardening. The plan
worked well for these two children, as it relieved the weeding hours of
monotony. Ella then made the discovery that whatever she tried to
explain she must first understand very clearly herself. It was in this
way that Ella Flagg Young, who became a famous educator, did her first
teaching.

For the first thirteen years of her life Ella Flagg lived in Buffalo,
New York, where she was born January 15, 1845. On account of ill health
she was not allowed to go to school with her sister and brother. Her
mother and father believed that there would be plenty of time for
regular lessons when her body had grown stronger.

She was eight or nine years of age before she learned to read and then
she taught herself. One morning Ella’s mother was reading in a newspaper
an account of a fire. Ella was so much interested that she took the
paper and tried to read the article. She remembered the exact beginning,
but she did not know any of the other words. With some help, however,
she was finally able to read the entire article.

Even though this little girl did not have regular lessons, there was
much to be learned in a home such as hers. Mrs. Flagg was an energetic,
capable woman. She was skillful in managing household affairs and much
in demand among her friends and neighbors, when there was sickness or
trouble in their homes.

From her mother, Ella learned how to settle household problems for
herself. Because of this training she was able always to look squarely
in the face the big problems that confronted her, when she was at the
head of the Chicago school system.

Little Ella could learn a great deal, too, merely from hearing her
mother and father talk, for they were thoughtful, intelligent people.
Mr. Flagg had had to leave school when he was only ten years old to be
apprenticed to the sheet-metal trade. However, by reading and study he
had educated himself.

Sometimes Ella used to go to her father’s shop and sit for hours
watching him at work at his forge. She asked questions about all the
processes that he followed so that she really understood what he was
doing. From these pleasant hours in the shop came her love of handwork
and her interest in having it taught in the public schools.

When Ella began to go to school her father took a great interest in the
way in which she studied. He had always done his own thinking and he did
not want his daughter to depend on other people for hers.

Once Ella discussed with her father a drawing in her textbook of an
hydraulic press that she was studying. She realized that he was
displeased with what she said so she immediately decided to study the
drawing more thoroughly. Soon she discovered that an important part had
been left out. In the examination on the press the next day the papers
of all the other students, who had blindly followed the book, were
marked zero, while Ella’s received a perfect mark.

Ella Flagg graduated from a Chicago high school and also from the
Chicago Normal School. This ambitious girl began to teach when she was
seventeen years of age. She first taught in a primary grade for six
weeks and then in a higher grade where some of the pupils were larger
and older than she. In a year she was made head assistant of the school
and in two years principal of the practice school, where she helped to
train the normal-school students.

Ella Flagg married William Young in 1868. However, she did not give up
her work. She climbed steadily up the ladder of the teaching profession.
Even though she had become very successful she felt that she needed more
education. Consequently she studied at the University of Chicago from
which she received the degree of Ph. D.

Mrs. Young became assistant superintendent of the Chicago schools, then
professor of education in the University of Chicago. Later she was made
principal of the Chicago Normal School, and finally superintendent of
schools in Chicago.

As soon as Mrs. Young became superintendent of the Chicago schools she
began to work for the children. She ordered the windows to be opened,
top and bottom, in the schoolrooms to do away with the foul air produced
by a poor system of ventilation. She organized fresh-air classes for
pupils who needed an extra amount of oxygen.

She asked the teachers to help her improve the course of study.
Handwork, in which the hours at her father’s shop had given her an
interest, she introduced into every grade. A new study, which she called
“Chicago” brought the children into closer relation with their own city,
teaching them its geography, history, and government.

The fame of Mrs. Young’s work in education spread beyond her own city.
The National Education Association, which had never had a woman in
office, made her its president. Mrs. Young wrote many books about
education.

When Mrs. Young was asked how she managed to accomplish so much, she
always said that it was through systematic work. The first year that she
began to teach, she planned to devote three evenings a week to study,
three to seeing her friends, and Sunday evening to church.

For a long lifetime Ella Flagg Young worked to solve the problem of
educating the girls and boys of Chicago and the nation. The clear and
independent thinking that she had cultivated as a girl helped to give
her a place as one of the great educators of our day.

[The end of _When They Were Girls_, by Mabel Betsy Hill.]





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