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not large enough for that luxury. Here,
however, one may find a school, the only
one within a radius of many miles. The
classes are held under the shade of the
palm and banana trees of the plaza,
where the little barefoot girls and boys
sit on benches, and read their lessons
aloud, their voices mingling with the
drowsy hum of bees, and the soft "lap,
lap" of the river. The school is divided
into two sections: the boy's and girl's
divisions, with a man and women respect-
ively for teachers. These teachers are
often very ignorant, and Ihave known
cases where the children have stopped
attending school because they have learn-
ed more rapidly than the teachers were
able to teach them. Only the better class
of Mexicans can attend these schools, for
the ordinary peon is bound to his or her
"finca" or plantation. Thus there are
hundreds of children growing up who do
not know what a book is.
The elder generation is an example
of the utter ignorance in which Mexico
is living and still will be living until the
right method to introduce education is
found. They look with wonder on the for-
eigners who travel through the country,
and are utterly ignorant of all save their
own small affairs, and are capable of lit-
tle more. I can remember hearing my fa-
ther, who was manager of a plantation
there, discuss the situation. The Mex-
ican's world is his master's law, his hut,
and his work--picking bananas, curing
rubber, or whatever it may be. He
knows nothing else,and does not wish to
know anything else. He listens with in-
credulous wonder to stories of the out-
side world and in most cases worships his
master as would a faithful dog. The
treachery of the Mexican is not inborn as
many would believe, but arises mainly
from his ignorance. The peon is a mix--
ture of the Spanish and Indian, but is hat-
ed by Spaniards and Indians alike, and
has been a subject of their tyranny for
centuries. The hatred which has develop-
ed through their subjection by foreign-
er's often none too thotful for their wel-
fare, finds an outlet only through treach-
ery, which ignorance aids.
Not knowing what it is to be educat-
ed, the Mexican has no desire to become
so. He is like a little child, and when giv-
en opportunities or honors, boasts over
his fellow men as a child does over a toy
wagon which his neighbors do not
possess. Since the Mexican's life fills
such a small sphere, small things mean
much to him. The possession of a pink
silk "rabosa" has often caused great dis-
aster to a plantation family. I shall
never forget just such an occurence
which upset the finca on which I lived.
I was a very little girl, but I remember
the following incident clearly.
Chrysanthia was the back bone of
the village women. Whenever you saw
her bright-colored dress flash'across the
lane between the houses, you knew accord-
ingly that trouble was coming. With dark
laughing eyes, a wealth of glossy hair,
and a merry laugh, she led the other
members of the village into mischief,
whether it was slyly stealing some goods
or food from the store, or purloining an
extra bit of "aqua dientefl the Mexican
liquor. As I remember this particular oc-
curence, it was on a beautiful drowsy aft-
ernoon with crickets chirping lazily, and a
gentle breeze making the day fairly cool.
Ihad been playing with my dolls, and
was startled to hear loud screams rending
the quiet of the afternoon. Father and
mother hurried to the door, where they
met Chrysanthia and Felicianna, sobbing
aloud and dripping wet. On demanding
the cause for disturbance, peicemeal
they told father the story. Felicianna
had been washing clothes in the stream,
and was not harming anyone, when Chr-
ysanthia had swooped upon her, clutch-
ing her by her long braid, and had fur-
iously dragged her through the water.
Here Chrysanthia in a flood of enraged
tears declared vehemently that Felicianna
had scoffed at her new pink silk rebosa.
Such is the state of the peonls mind.
The care of a plantation is tremendous,
because not only must the manager look
after the plantation. but also after the
petty troubles which often mount to
something critical. The problems are
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lndians kindled,only to die. Before. when-
ever clouds had appeared, the Red Horse
had come in the evening and command-
ed them to vanish. But now, clouds roll-
ed up unmolested by the Red Horse.
With rain on every side, with flowers
and grass appearing all around, vx i,h
green shrubs growing on thence parched
hills, the plains of the Swift Feet people
alone remained unchanged. No drop of
rain tuched the blistering sands, no
winter came to them, although on the
surrounding mountains the snow lay
thick. The plains have been, since then,
what they are now--a desert.
"Slowly the Swift Feet grew in
prosperity and size. Only occaisionally
did the Red Horse show himself in the
West to watch the desert. No longer
did his hoof beats make the earth trem-
ble. But the river did not return, and the
desert remained. And thus did Red
Horse remember and avenge the death
of Firebrand, boy chief of the Swift
Janet Goodwin 722.
I sat alone in the twilight,
When all was silent and still,
And watched the last faint rays of light
Slowly sink behind the hill.
I struck a choral on my guitar,
A melodious silv'ry strain,
Borne on the whispering kreeze afar,
1 heard it echo again.
And as I heard the silv'ry chord,
And while niy thoughts swept on,
It seemed a great rnan's deed and wcrl
Whose greatness goes on and on.
Lightly 1 touched the strings again,
And now a Llaintive wail
Rose to my li et'ning ears and then
Was swept softly down the vale.
"Too sad and longing," was my tk ought,
Sol tried the strings again,
This time the effort that I wrought
Proved not to be in vain.
It was a merry lilting tune
Poured forth in tones so mill,
Like a babbling joyous krook in June,
Or a happy laughing child.
I looked at the shining, twinkling stars,
Laughing in my delight,
And taking my beloved guitar,
Stole out into the night.
Constance Brett 'Z5.
what Glam mr En?
Every year, men go to that country
south of us, Mexico, to take to it that
factor which we have found so necessary
in our constructiong namely, Education.
Many times we have been reminded of
the lack of education and civilization in
that country through its nearness to our
borders and consequent effect on them,
and its many revolutions stirring up pol-
tical and commercial differences.
Mexico is not a disappointment to
the traveler, indeed, it is seldom repre-
sented to be as beautiful as it is or as
full of wonderful resources. It has been
held back by the many revolutions stir-
ring its people and by the upset condition
in which they live. Mexico is a country
which could be of great importance,
and will be, as soon as education has
prevailed. The fact that Mexico is un-
educated shows in every part---its gov-
ernment, its commerce, and its social
life. Where uneducated people are
found, revolutions and general unrest
are bound to occur, hence, the solution
seems to be to educate the people. Here,
however, a problem confronts us. The
Mexicans are not ready to be educated.
They must be prepared for education.
At the present time, their schools are al-
most pitiful in their inferiority, and often
the teachers do not know asmuch as the
pupils. In the cities, such as Vera Cruz
and Mexico City, the educational condi-
tions are better, but in an ordinary Mex-
ican village or town, they are poor in the
extreme. The little town of Salto de Aqua,
situated inland on the Tuleja river, is an
example of the orinary village in Southern
Mexico. Here, a few stucco buildings are
gathered about the jail, which is a low
rembling affair, also of stucco. The jail
is on one side of the main street, with a
small plaza beside it, and opposite it,
is the one store where everything is kept,
from sombreros to "cacao."
This is the extent of the business and
residence districts of Salto de Aqua. The
main street, which is, by the way, the
only street, is a mere path, straggling
from the dense woods behind the build-
ings to the water's edge. Some' towns
boast of a church, but Salto de Aqua is
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comical from one standpoint but from
the other, they are most serious. My
father believed that his men should be
free to a certain extent, that is, that
they should be allowed more privileges,
and more education, so he tried out his
theory by trusting the men with heavy
responsibilities. This, he found, worked
excellently. Then he decided to better
their conditions and allowed them to pur-
chase shoes. With this purchase, how-
ever, came trouble. Seeing themselves
clothed as the manager was clothed, they
immediately felt equal to, and better
than, the manager. They took matters
into their own hands and began to rule
in a high and mighty fashion. The re-
sult was a riot which forced my father
to use strenuous measures.
The Mexicans are not ready for
sudden elevation, and neither are their
children, nor will their grand-children
be much better fitted for it. Education
must come slowly to Mexico, and the
people must be taught to change their
viewpoint of life. They must be able to
look to the future, and come to the real-
ization of the importance of progress.
The Public Speaking class presented
the two plays "Spreading the News" and
"Alice-Sit-by-the-Fire'' as examples of
their work. The casts included:
Freda Bjorsen, Cecil. Ripley, Carl Mc-
Donald, Francis Furber, Lucille Keller,
Clemens McClasky, Phylis Brush, Wel-
ton Worthington, Alexia Devlin Gene-
vive Stover, Lorraine Davidson, Clemens
McClasky. Chester Groom, Francis
On February 26, the Music class gave
the Operetta "Polished Pebblesl' at the
Minor Theater. The main cast was sup-
ported by a chorus of twenty-four girls.
The cast was composed of the following:
Rosalie Lorraine Davidson
Mrs Oberion Elizabeth Messinger
Winnie Grace Aggeler
Uncle Bob Frank Davis
Minnie Phylis Brush
Martha Catherine Armstrong
Nick Carl McDonald
The Senior Play, "A Pair of Sixesf' will be given
2, 1922 at the Minor Theater. Following is the cast:
George B. Nettleton
T. Boggs Johns -
Krome - -
Sally Parker - . -
Thomas Vanderholt- -
Tony Toler - -
Mr. Applegate .
Mrs. George B. N ettleton
Miss Florence Cole.
Business Partner -
Business Partner -
on the night of Friday, June
- Harland McDonald.
- Cecil Ripey.
- Grace Davidson.
- Paul Worthington.
. Carl McDonald.
. Chester Groom.
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