"When We Pass a School Teacher We Should Life Our Hats,"
Says the Editor Frott Ocx OWN Cosnesroxpext San Francisco, April 24.
The American home is to blame for the faults of the jazz-mad young. people of to-day, declared Mr. William Allen White (a noted Kansas editor), and he has drawn a hornet's net about his ears. Speuking of the "flaming youth"—that modern synonym denoting male and female over five years old and maybe under 21—Mr. White declares that America has got in its children What it has bred, for the home environment has made the children what they are, This is a much discussed topic in the United States at the present time, for no matter where one goes there are to be found children amd young persons evidently going head-Jong to the devil. The home has failed, says White. It is now for the school to teke its place, so that "when we pass a sch goes the saviour of all the waste of this generation in the home."
An episode comes (o my mind as I write, which will show how great ix the respect ps to the old-type Chinese schoolmaster writer with a patriarchal old soul, who for many years he had been the principal schoolmaster in the city. To be taken as a scholar at hix scheat was proof that your antecedents were sound. Cheo Sion-seng_ was a highly cultured man, a scholar of some renown, and on many an evening I have sat listening to his philosophy, or taken a stroll with him down' through "Main Stree One summer evening, ax we moved sedately and with rear dignity down the street, being revardei somewhat with of awe by the po place, Cheo Sion-song saw a m of about 45 years of age the worse for drink, vociferously holding forth at the entrance to a tea shop. He sent for him promptly, and several of the townsfolk willingly did his bidding.
A Peculiar Conversation "Your whole face is reddened with the spring wind." said Cheo, the man addressed hanging his head, and hiccoughing out nae excuse for his bad bebay pupil, is how disgrace brought upon u home, an morrow come to school—and T sill thrash you!"
The inc bri sted pupil, bloodshot of eye and et ug to the maudlin stay, had enough sense at this point in the conversation to drop on his, knees, sind there and then sive his schoolmaster the keto, after which we passed slowly on through crowd, who' were invited to wit-the ceremony of cha: next day. And hat that hour the 45: pupil" turned up merry and bright, perfectly agreeable to receiving a thrashing at the hands of his old schoolmaster. Not a word was said by the old Cheo. Taking a thin bamboo, he laid on s dozen or so swift strokes across the bare back of the now sobered penitent, and Brought blood in the process. But astivement as a Chinese pupil should, bowed low cher, muttered some thanks sss in still wish.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.