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i 9 3 2 MAT 22 SUNDAY, TEN SEVEN THE BIRMINGHAM NEWS THE BIRMINGHAM NEWS AGE-HERALD SUNDAY AGE-HERALD THE SCHOOL CHILDRENSlfWN PACK POPULAR IDEAS OF INDIA ARE EXPLODED TROUBLE A BRUIN Alabama Children Write To Editor About Schools Alabama Children Send In Letters About Schools BY JOE STARNES, JR. Edward Crawford had a studio in New York and was a painter. He loved nature and was longing for a glimpse of the country. One Summer he went to Maine. Edward built a camp in the forest, where nature was wild and undisturbed in its wondrous beauty.

One day he started out for a days outing, taking his painters outfit. In this forest he wandered about, searching out scenes and discovering new wonders and beauties in nature. Edward put his easel on a painted rock, overhanging a river. He sat down on his camp stool before his easel, wearing his blue calico blouse and painters hat. He was indeed happy and engrossed.

CORDOVA KIDDIES SEND IN LETTERS Cordova, Ala. Dear Miss Youngblood: I am in the second grade. Miss Annie Sue Swindle is my teacher. We have been reading about George Washington and I like to read about him. There are 51 pupils in our room.

OLIN GINRIGHT. Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl in the second grade. My teachers name is Miss Annie Sue Swindle. She is good to us. I have been reading some books about George Washington and the "Open Door." I have read five books.

I am kind to everybody in my room and they are kind to me. KATHLEEN ROGEIR. Dear Miss Youngblood: We are studying about Washington. There are 51 pupils in our room. We are studying about birds, too.

I am 8 years old and in the second grade. ELVIN PALMER. Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl in the second grade. My teachers name is Miss Annie Sue Swindle. She is good to us and reads stories to us.

IRENE BACHELOR. Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little boy in the second grade at school. My teacher's name is Miss Swindle and she is good to us. We have been reading stories about Washington and Lincoln. WARD MMILLAN.

Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl 8 years old and in the second grade. My teacher's name is Miss Swindle. We have been reading about Washington and Lincoln. I hope to see my letter on the Childrens Page. ANNIE SULAREN.

Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little boy in the second grade. I go to Indian Head Mill School. My teacher is Miss Swindle. I am in the Free and Treadwell reader. We have 51 pupils in our room.

Our teacher reads books and stories to us. HOLLIS HONEYCUTT. a Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl 7 years old. I have a little sister 4 years old. We have been reading about George Washington.

I learned poem about Washington. MARY ELIZABETH BEAIRD. Dear Miss Youngblood: We have been reading about Peter Pan and I made a Peter Pan harp that will blow. I am in the second Clanton. Ala.

Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl 8 years old and in the second grade. My teachers name is Miss Sessions and I love her very much. When I get grown I am going to be a school teacher. I hope to see my letter on the Childrens Page. HELEN EVANS PARRISH.

Birmingham, Ala. R. F. care Fowler's Store. Dear Miss Youngblood: We are studying about children in other lands.

We are writing some stories about children in Holland and Switzerland. I am 9 years old. I go to Hall -Kent School. My teacher is Mrs. Sussie H.

Copeland. She is a very sweet teacher. VERY CURRY. Birmingham, Ala. Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl 10 years old and I go to Robinson School.

I have very sweet teachers, and my home room teacher is Miss Carter. We would like for you to visit our school. We have a real nice school. We had a milk race with Cunningham School and we beat them. I read the Childrens Page every Sunday and enjoy it very much, especially the stories.

My best friend is Katherine Abercrombie and I like all the girls in my room. DOROTHY BLACKMAN. Anniston. Dear Miss Youngblood: I am sending you a story called "Bonnacle Bill, which I wrote myself, and I sure would like to see It in print. FRANK DAVSLEY.

Dear Frank: Enjoyed your "early English" story so much. Sorry space was too limited to print it. (Miss Youngblood.) Boyd. Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a boy 10 years of age and In the fourth grade. I go to Livingston Training School.

I like the school fine. Studies I like best are arithmetic, history and geography, I have a big pony and a little mule. I can ride my horse but can't ride my mule. I am going to ride him before long. MARVIN DOGGETT.

Editor I Receipt Of Letters From Lanett Group Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a boy in the fifth grade. My favorite study is geography. We have been studying poems and all seem to like them. We are now studying our own state, Alabama. My teacher is Miss Annie G.

Burke. MARVIN SMITH, a a a Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a boy 12 years old and in the fifth grade. I have just read some letters from other boys and girls. Our class has been studying poems and their authors. I hope to see my letter in the paper.

HUGH MOBLEY. a a Dear Miss Youngblood: I am in the fifth grade. My teach er is Miss Annie G. Burke. We have been studying poems in English; some of the poems were Old Ironsides, The Children's Hour, and the "Barefoot Boy." JOHN SAMPLES.

a a Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl in the fifth grade. My teacher Is Miss Burke. I like her very much. We are studying some beautiful poems in English. They are, 'The Childrens Hour Old Ironsides" and The Barefoot Boy." GLADYS THOMAS.

a a a Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a boy 10 years old and in the fifth grade. We are studying poems and their authors' in English. The poem I like best is "Barbara Frit chie" and the author is Whittier. In geography, we are studying "Little Journeys in Alabama. BUBBER GROOM, a a a Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a girl 12 years old and in the fifth grade.

I go to Lanett ScliooL My teachers name is Miss Annie Burke. I hope to see my letter in the paper. ELSIE MAE REESE. a a a Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl in the fifth grade. My favorite study is English.

My favorite poem is "The Children's Hour." The author is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. This is a very good and interesting poem and all children like it. HILDA MAE STUBBLEFIELD, a a a Dear Miss Youngblood: I am 10 years old. I rove my teacher. Her name is Miss Annie Burke.

I go to Lanett City School. In English we have been studying poems, one of which was The Barefoot Boy. by John Greenleaf Whittles. HOWARD ROBINSON. a a a Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl in the fifth grade.

The study that I like best is English. We have been studying poems; the Haleyville, Dear Mias oungblood I am a little girl 7 years old. I was promoted to the third grade. I have been on the honor roll every month but one. I like to read your page every Sunday.

LUNA VIRGINIA WHITE. Dear Miss Youngblood: I am writing you to tell you how much I enjoy reading the Children's Page. 1 have five teachers. Miss Kelly. Miss Eula.

Mias Ada, Mrs. Barber and Mr. Davis. I hope to see my letter on the Children's Page. EUNICE WHITE, ess Morris, Ala.

Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl 9 years old. I go to Mount Olive School and am in the third grade. I have a little sister; her name is Jessie NelL I have been reading the Children's Page every Sunday. My teacher's name is Miss Alline Jones. She is a good teacher and I like her.

I hope to see my letter on the Children's Page. GEORGIA MAE HIGGINBOTHAM. Guntersville, Ala. Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl 10 years old. I weigh 88 pounds.

My teacher's name Is Mr. Wodie King. I like him lots. I am in the fifth grade. My favorite study is English.

I will be proud to see my letter in the paper. JUANITA HUCKABY. Bessemer Ala. Dear Miss Youngblood: I am 8 years old and 1 go to school. My teacher's name is Miss Carnagle Mathew.

She is a good teacher. I go to Sunday School every Sunday. I am in the third grade. I enjoy reading the Children's Page every Sunday. ROSA LOUISE DUNN.

sea Dear Miss Youngblood: This is my first time to write to you. I am 12 years old and I go to Boyles School. My teacher's name is Miss Carlisle. I like her very much. My best friend was Josephine Adams, but she has moved away, and now Margaret McKenney is my best friend.

She has brown eyes and brown wavy hair. We are both in the fourth grade. I hope to see my letter in The Birmingham News. EULA MAE HUDSON, a a Dear Miss Youngblood: I have some cows and some goats. I have a little goat; his name is Bob, and he is very pretty, brown and black We milk our goats and make cheese and butter from the milk.

We have a horse and a man drives him. NORMAN, a a a Adamsville, Ala. Dear Miss Youngblood: In our English class at Graysville School we are planning a red letter day. I will be very much pleased If yon will send me a letter. Please send It before the last of this month and do not publish it.

JESSE JONES, as Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little boy 6 years old. My teacher's name is Miss Sanders: I like her very much. I hope to see my letter In The Birmingham News. BILL. WALDRUP.

a a Route 9. Box 213, Birmingham, Ala. Dear Miss Youngblood: This is my first time to write to yon. I am a little girl 11 years old and In the fifth grade. I go to Piackney City School.

My teacher's name is Mrs. Bertha N. Smith. I sure do love her. My playmates are Marv Ruth Black and Mildred Stan-ciL I read the Children's Page every Sunday and would be glad to see my letter on The Page.

I would be glad to answer any letters if the children would write to me. EDITH LYNN, a a a Route Box S4-A. Birmingham, Ala. Dear Miss Youngblood: I have been reading the Children's Page in the Sunday paper. I go to the grammar school at Piney Woods.

The name of the school is Concord. I am in the fifth grade and am 10 years old. My teacher is Mr. R. C.

Sharit. I like him very much. Our principal is Mr. Charles Patrick. I hope to see my letter on the Chll-dren's Page.

PAUL PARSONS. Friends Of Gandhi Discuss Battle He Is Waging BY GLADYS BAKER Special Correspondent The Birmingham News NEW YORK High up in a sky-scraper apartment building, seated in a charming yet unpretentious room whose windows overlook Riverside Drive and the broad silver ribbon of the Hudson, I faced a man who is today force for harmony and understanding in a chaotic world harassed by the selfish and apparently conflicting aims of nations. A man who has lived and traveled extensively on three continents, he is a recognized authority on the Orint, its art, philosophy and culture, and a power behind the scenes in India friend and unofficial counselor of maharajas, intimate of Mahatma Gandhi and Rabindranath Tagore, leader in the cause of education and betterment for the iliiter- ate, and non-partisan observer of the onward march of history -making vents. Of medium height, erect and trim of figure he wore a double breasted suit of dark blue, pin-striped material His finely moulded head, with its short white hair, parted on the side, his youthful skin, his keen, blue eyes, set well apart, and the bristling. white moustache that curled railitaristically at the corners combined to put me in mind of the phrase British Major; but the fullflowing, light blue Windsor tie belied the title, as did his genial charm of manner, the full light and twinkle of his eyes and the slight Celtic burr of vowels when he talked.

Words seemed to fly to his command, expressing easily and perfectly in a naturally modulate voice the thoughts that dwelt within his rich and cultured mind. The man was Dr. James H. Cousins, who for the last 16 years has lived in India and is now in this country on his second world tour in the interests of internationalism. Dis tinguished as a poet and the author of a score of volumes on literature, religion and philosophy.

Dr. Cousins is a connoisseur of art, is deeply interested in archaelogy, and has a ready knowledge of economics. Far less known to fame than if he had confined his work within a single field, he is one of those individuals of many faceted intelligence and versatile achievement who through their correlation of wide knowledge and experience attain a balance and well-rounded wisdom which make them invaluable though often unher aided contributors to the forward progress of the world. Pigeon-hoiing for the moment any reference to Dr. Cousins friend and Indias most famous citizen, Mahat ma Gandhi, I elected to query him about the country itself, long fabled as the land of mystery and in recent years the cynosure of world regard because of its seething political and social problems.

"To me, I said, and Im sure to countless others who have never set foot on its shores, India has always called to mind a nation of conflicting castes and cults, fantastic, weird religions. poverty, squalor and black magic. Just how nearly is it so in actuality DR. COUSINS smiled aqd twinkled. "India," he said, "is just a plain country of human beings exactly like ourselves.

They do not dress like us nor are their ways and manners precisely similar to ours, but racially they are much more homogeneous than are the people of these United States. Indias population is virtually three times as great as that of this country, and her people are not massed together in great metropolitan centers as they so largely are in other civilized lands; there are 700,000 villages to only a comparatively few cities. But each day her people go about their work as farmers, merchants, bankers, tradesmen, clerks as do the people here. The mystery and magic that have come to be associated with India are entirely in the minds of the people of the Occident, who feel the need of something of that kind and assume it in connection with another country with which fhey are not familiar. You may travel throughout India and never come in contact with any evidence of this mystery or magic, although occasionally you will encounter the fakirs, usually in the environs of the cities or in the hotels, seeking permission to do tricks that look like magic.

One of their favorite stunts is to have themselves buried rather carefully for six days, so that they may send messages from the dead. But the British government grants them only one day of burial. "On the whole. India is a place of human beings, all intent on the ordinary avocations of life, with no more friction or special privilege as the result of its castes and various reli ment: "If there is any one single person to whom the awakening among Indian women la due it la Margaret E. Cousins.

She has worked silently and steadily for nearly two decades for the women's cause. It Is persons like Mrs. C'ouslna who are among the builders of the bridge between the Bast and West." Shortly after she settled In India the Iriah feminist leader became organizer of the all-India womens deputation to the chief secretary of state which made the first demand for the enfranchisement of Indian women. In 126 she founded the first all-India women's conference which instituted a number of educational and social reforms. Having served for fivs years as police magistrate she opened the door to women und now hundreds of them are occupying a similar post.

As honorary secretary of the Womens Indian Association, with branches all over Urn country, und as acting editor of Its monthly magazine, her literary gifts and comprehensive knowledge of ezlstlng problems exerted far-reaching Influence. Ever looking to the betterment of conditions for women and children Mrs. Cousins put Into operation a number of child welfare centers. Her crowning achievement might bs said to be the organizing of the first all-Asian women's conference which was held with such brilliant results in IsUiore in January of last year. The Impetus given In rscent years to artistic and cultural India la largely attributed to this capable woman from serosa the aea.

A graduate in music of the Royal University of Ireland, she gave freely of her pianlatlc talent; took keen Interest In the science and art of Oriental music and brought about the Inclusion of music as a degree subject in several universities. An experienced and appeuling lecturer, Mrs. Cousins steps from auditorium platform to the floor and begins teaching arts and crafts (which she learned for this purpose) to her feminine audience. Sarojln! Naldu, noted poet and successor to Gandhi aa president of the India National Congress, Is one of her friends and coworkers, as is the wife of the inahutma. It was to protest the imprisonment of Gandhi, his wife, Mme.

Naldu and the 60,000 prison victims in India that Mrs. Cousins addressed a mans meeting of protest last week In New York. Her Impassioned speech matched in power and eloquence that of Rabbi Stephen 8. Wise. a IN TWO years Mrs.

Cousins be. lleves India will have It independence. This, she thinks, will be the direct result of Gandhi's nonviolence program. "Victory for In-dia, she declared, "will resound throughout the world with beneficial effect. It will prove the power and the influence of non-violence, piety, culture and self discipline which Mahatma Qandlil and his lenders embody and which are so needed in these troublous times.

"The non -cooperation movement has played large part, she went on, in the coming to age of Indian womanhood. The wives of Imprisoned leaders become, themselves, leaders and speakers. They collect funds for the movement and enaourage In all ways Its policy of homo manufacture. It Is quite possible, she prophesied, that one day the women of India will lead the women of the Esst in all public movements as they are the first to get their hqnds on the hflm of government. Asked how the male population of India, which for eo many centuries has held Rs women In seclusion, Is reacting to female participation In public affairs Mrs.

Cousins said: In India, the new India, a woman is not disqualified from any public office on account of her sex. There are no man-made legal barriers to her public activities under Hindu law. The principle seema to be that a woman may do what she can do. The Social Reform Conference, she added, as early os 117 passed the resolution that 'sax shall form no disqualification to women entering any position or profession for which she shows herself capable. There Is now practically unanimity between all sections of opinion In Indian political life that women should be given their responsible share In self-government.

Men are anxious that the women of the land shall keep pace with them and they welcome women to all their representative gatherings. Though Mra. Oouslns did not minimize the appalling lack of educational facilities In the country of her adoption, she is confident that the system which provides schooling for only 10 girls out of every 100 will be replaced by methods In keeping with the progress already made by women in other much needed reforms. Four persona prominently identified wth India are shown above. Up-par left is Mrs.

Margaret E. Cousins, feminist leader whose work for liberation of Indian women has gained her the title of Friend of India." Upper right is Dr. James H. Cousins, noted authority on India and culturo of the Orient. The lower photo shows two famous poets dis cussing India.

They are Dr. James Cousins and Rabindranath Tagore, photographed at the latter's home. Edward could get $2,000 for a pretty picture. He was soon absorbed in his work. He heard some leaves moving.

Edward thought it was the win. He wondered who or what it was. Edward heard a long low growl. He felt hot air on his neck. He knew that if he turned he would ruin his picture.

Edward turned around quickly and saw a big bear rushing upon him. The bear jumped at Edward. He dodged. The bear jumped again and again. Edward felt terrified.

He wondered what to do. Before he could think how to meet this situation the bear Jumped and had him down. The bruin was going to claw Edward. The bear did and it hurt Edward. Edward saw his knife lying on the ground nearby.

He tried to reach it, but he couldn't. Every time Edward grasped for the knife, the bear would scratch his arm. He thought that if he could get out the arm opposite the knife the bear would scratch at that arm and he could get the knife with the other hand. Edward felt as if the bear had caught on to his trick. Edward managed to roll a few inches, despite the bear's hold, nearer the dirk.

The artist was so nervous that he could not pick up the knife. He tried again but he could not. lie nearly gave up hope. He said, "I will try once more. This last attempt brought the knife closer to him.

Edward tried again and picked It up. That is what I did for trying," he said. Edward did not have enough strength to do much more. He knew that if he waited much longer, the bear would kill him. Edward tried to stick the knife Into the bear.

He could not as he did not have any strength. He put the knife slightly into the bear. This only made the bruin madder. Edward tried to push the knife deeper into the bear. He drove two inches deeper into the bruin's flesh.

The bear weakened and nearly fell over, but balanced itself. Edward put out all of his strength and courage to try to kill the Jbear. His exhausted effort put the knife to the fatal depth. The bear fell with a heavy thud. It began to growl with piteous yelps.

The lamentable groans ended in silence. Edward arose, but nearly fell back again, for he was weak from the battle. Then he heard some little voices. They came from the hillside. He walked up the hillside to where the voices came from.

He saw a cave. The three voices that he heard were faint, tender and low. Shall I have to encounter a herd of bears? thought the ambitious artist. Is there more trouble, or will they be baby cubs? Edward tremblingly saw the young baby cubs. They were too young to know how to walk.

The much-relieved artist viewed the cubs for awhile. Then he went back to his once Intensely interested painting. Edward, being too fatigued to finish his scene, carried his painter's outfit back to his camp. Edward prepared some food for the cubs. He carried it to their den.

The artist felt sorry for them, as he had killed Mother Bruin. The cubs would not eat. Edward and the cubs be came friendly after several days of visiting and feeding them. The next day the hopeful painter went back to his lovely scene. Sleep had vanished his fear and nervousness.

Eagerly he began his unfinished nature scene. This days work finished the picture, a scene from nature with a Mother Bruin in it. Also the artist depicted his inward feelings in the picture, but left a desire to do something else. Edward Crawford took the cubs to New York with him when he went back to his studio. He sold the bears to a zoo.

The unspoiled picture was put on display. How he wanted some money for it. Days came and went by and no one bought it- Still Edward longed to sell it, and at the same time had a desire to do something else. Six months later Edward Crawford won fame. Many books were being sold.

Books written by Edward Crawford. He had written the I story of his adventure with the I Mother Bruin. This story adver-i tised his picture so well that many came to see it. How happy he was i when he sold it for $2,000. Success I gave him new courage to paint other one I like best is the Barefoot Boy," by John Greenleaf Whittier.

I think all the children should like it. My teacher is Miss Annie Burke. She is very good to us. LA VERNE WHITWORTH. Dear Miss oYungblood: I am a little girl in the fifth grade.

My favorite study Is English. We have been studying poems; my favorite poem is the Childrens Hour." This is a very good and interesting poem and all children should like to read it. LILLIAN DEERING. Dear Miss Youngblood: I am 9 years old and in the fifth grade. My teachers name is Miss Annie G.

Burke. I like her very much. We are studying about Alabama in geography. Of all my studies, I like spelling and reading best. BETTY KNIGHT.

gions than you will encounter in a country of the Western world." I interposed an objection: "But I thought that the caste, system in India was very rigid, and that there was ill feeling between the various religious cults the Brahmins, Mohammedans, Hindus and Buddhists?" This time Dr. Cousins laughed, but pleasantly. There are practically no Buddhists in India itself, but in Burma and Ceylon, he replied, and there is no more animosity between the people of differing religions than there is here. In a country of the Hindus number 68 per cent, the Mohammedans 22 per cent, the Buddhists of Burma and Ceylon 3 per cent, the Untouchables" 3 per cent, the Christians 1, the Sikhs 1, and the other minor groups, such as Jainas and Farsees 2 per cent. The relationship between Hindus and Mohammedans might well be compared to that of the Protestants and Catholics in this country.

Although their religions differ, particularly in the matter of rituals, they have respect for each other as sincere and devout religionists. I remember, for instance, seeing a Mohammedan kneeling upon his carpet on the platform of a railway station In Calcutta, when 3l crowd of Hindus came rushing along to board the train. The Hindus parted in two streams as they rushed by, leaving him unmolested. They understood. The caste system, he went on, "is merely a Hindu institution and had its origin as an economic system somewhat similar to the guilds of England.

The Brahmins are the in telligentsia, the teachers; the Kshrattriya are the organizers and rulers; the Vasishya are the providers, the tillers of the soil, the merchants, and the Sudra are the serving class. These distinctions are social and in no sense religious, applying chiefly to food and marriage. But the caste system has steadily been losing force until today it is only a kind of Convention and is wearing away dven in respect to marriage. And these social conventions always fall away in a holy place or in the presence of a holy person. UT THE condition of the masses in India is deplorable, is it not? I asked.

"What remedy do you suggest? Conditions are very bad," he said. Twenty million are always on the verge of starvation, and many million more get only one meal a day. Only 12 per cent of the population are literate, although India shows the extraordinary paradox of the country that is largely illiterate and at the same time highly cultural. This is explained by the fact that teachers go about the country chanting Indian epics, with musical accompaniment, that impart to the people religious, ethical and moral ideas of sound value. Help for India, he continued, cannot come by criticism from the outside, in Katherine Mayos way, but must come from within the country.

Many of India's difficulties arise from the fact that her present economic life is affected more than it should be by external interests. Foreign merchants are interested in the products of India for themselves and, too frequently, at the expense of India. The present strain between 1 vincing other people to his way of thinking." "What is your opinion of Gandhi's greatness He hestltated a moment before replying, and then said with great sincerity, measuring hts words: "One of your best known clergymen has said Gandhi Is not only the greatest figure of our times but one of the few supremely great of all times, and that is my estimate of him as well." Is not Tagore equally great?" "Tagore is as great In his Ideas, but he has not seized upon a public movement to incarnate 'them in the life of humanity. I saw a newsreel recently, I said, In which a woman described as an eminent Indian lawyer declared that Gandhi is merely an opportunist, qrould like to be the dictator of India, and has a comparatively small following in that country. "That newsreel was made In this country," he replied.

The woman lawyer you refer to is Cornelia So-rabji. She Is not a particularly eminent woman lawyer In her country and she represents no interests but her own. Those statements are not so. Gandhi lives under the simplest possible conditions and has renounced every opportunity of material power and gain. Officially he represents the India Nationalist Congress, but he is the most revered man in India today, and the entire nation Is with him.

"Even though he be In Jail? Even though he be In Jail under an indeterminate sentence, charged with no offense, and without the benefit of trial. a a a JUST at this moment. Dr. Cousins' wife came Into the room. Of gentle, aristocratic demeanor, with soft brown eyes and silver hair, it was difficult to reconcile her with the Margaret E.

Cousins who twice had served sentences in London and Irish prisons on behalf of woman's suffrage; who served for five years as the first woman police magistrate of India; who for the last 16 years has been a moving figure In India's political and social vortex. I was soon to discover, however, that behind Mrs. Cousins' feminine exterior was a dynamo of efficiency, a crystal-clear intellect, a will to do and dare for causes she holds to be just, and a direction of energies which makes her Ilfs one of rich, vital and useful accomplishment. From these years of unceasing effort towards bringing about the liberation of her Oriental sisters, she communds a view of Indian womanhood such as few individuals of the Occidental world are privileged to know. Her work has called her over the length and breadth of a country as vast as the whole of Europe, minus Russia.

From Karachi to Man-delay she is beloved by Indian women of all ranks. An entire nation unites in paying her homage and respect. Upon her recent departure for America widely separated organizations presented her with the national emblem; children threw flowers as she passed and the press paid unanimous and glowing tribute. In The Baluchistan Gazette she is hailed as "friend of India, and an editorial carried the following com grade. My teacher is Miss Swindle.

ELISON WHITLOCK. Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl in the second grade. yteacher is Miss Swindle. We have been reading about George Washington and I have learned some poems about him. EARLTNE MARLOWE.

Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl and go to Indian Head Mills School. We have been reading the book, The Open Door." We have also been reading about George Washington. FRANCES WARE. a Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl In the second grade. We have 51 pupils in our room.

We have been making hatchets. We have good books to read. PAULINE DUFFY. Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl in the second grade. My teacher is Miss Swindle.

We have been reading about Peter Pan. I made a Peter Pan boat. OSSIE M. COORL. CARTES SCHOOL STUDENTS WRITE Crossville.

Dear Miss Youngblood: This is my first time to write to you. I am a little girl 10 years of age. I go to Carier School. My teachers name is Miss Gilbreath. My best friends are Helen Gilbreath and Annie Sue Brannan, Velma Crus; Laura Nix.

ALICE SPEtGIIT a a a Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little girl 9 years of age. This is my first time to write to you. My best friends are Alice, Estelle. Launa and Helen. My teacher's name is Mrs.

Gilbreath. I am In the third grade. I go to Carter School. ANNIE SUE BRANNAN. a a a Dear Miss Youngblood: I am a little boy 6 years old.

I go to school and am in the first grade. I like my teacher very much. I have a dog, his name is Tan. I like to play with him. My friends at school are Calvin Nix, Sammie Killgo, Warren Roden and N.

J. Nix. REUBEN BRANNON. JR. D' England and India in largely due to the fact that India la a cheap country and England Is a 'dear country.

That is Gandhis Idea, that the worlds problems are largely due to the enforced interdependence of nations, which means always a gradual impoverishment of "he poor" country at the expense of the 'dear' one. Let each country exploit Its own resources in its own way, he advises, and if there is a lack or a surplus let there be an exchange. It Is a mistaken Idea that Gandhi Is entirely against the use of machinery; he advocates the use of machinery in his own country to reduce the expenses of the poor for certain essentials that they can make for themselves. I should say that the first need of India Is liberty to organize and live her own life In her own way In friendly cooperation with the rest of the world, as part of the British community of nations; and, second, the development of the natural resources of India for the use of the people of India. "Now that you mention Gandhi, I said, "tell me something of the man.

How does he impress one on first acquaintance Gandhi is by no means prepossessing in appearance," Dr. Cousins replied. "He Is short and thin; he has large ears and a prominent gap in his front teeth made by an Englishman A dentist?" I cut In. "No, he smiled, "an Englishman who used his fist on the Mahatma in a moment of anger. happened in Africa, and Gandhi has kept the gap as a sort of memento.

But one soon forgets the mans appearance In the presence of an undeniable spiritual quality and in a realization of the force of his intellect. His strong brain is no myth. And he has an almost ruthless righteousness; he would like to make others equally righteous but not by compulsion." How would he accomplish that? I asked. By the logic of his mind by con EAR Girls and Boys: Let me tell you about an adorable little gift I received last week. It was a book of verses written and published by pupils of Fairview School.

To say that I enjoyed reading the poems, is putting it mildly and I am deeply appreciative of the honor of receiving a copy to keep for my very own. The booklet contains about 75 poems, dealing with all subjects, such as George Washington, the seasons. Dawn, Dixie, Foreign Folk, Lincoln, Lee, Jackson, wonders and other clever ideas. It Is very lovely in its blue binding with darker blue designs and gold lettering: well printed by the Printing Department of the Paul Hayne High School and last but by far not least interesting feature is the dedication which reads as follows: To Dr. C.

B. Glenn We make this dedication For the interest that he shows In our education. If any other schools have printed books of verse. I shall be most happy to review them and I herewith invite all the young writers to come to the Alabama Writers Conclave on Juvenile Day. Yours for good literature.

NOTICE The children's editor regrets exceedingly the necessity of Asking that no more pictures be sent in tor the present. It will take several months to use those already on hand and cooperation of readers Is requested. Editor Childrens Paget.