given to us; they were called "Blucher shoes."
On a Saturday afternoon we were called, received a pair each, and were told to wear them every Sunday to church at St. George's Cathedral, a distance of about three miles.
Never having had shoes on before, we began practising in our dormitory that evening. None of us could move a step after lacing up on our feet the unwieldy articles, and consequently we were objects of laughter to our pupils.
An idea struck me which I at once put into execution. Crawling to a corner of the room, I first knelt down, then holding on to the wall for support, I stood up, and still being supported by the wall, I stept round the room many times, the others following my example, till we were able to leave the wall, stand alone, or move about without support.
You can well imagine what a burden this was to us, and after losing sight of the college, we sat on the grass, took off the shoes, walked barefoot, and put them on only at the porch of the church. We did the same on returning to college. After some months' practise we were able to move better in them, but complained how they hurt our feet, and would rather be without them. But after some months we invested in the purchase of boots ourselves, and were always careful to buy those that made noise and creaked as we walked, to our great delight and the admiration of our pupils.—The Youth's Companion.
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Helen M. Winslow declares that it was her intention from childhood to become a writer, and that she early obtained a position on the staff of a city newspaper. During a period covering several years she had charge of twenty-eight columns a week, on three papers, all of which she filled without help from subordinates. She worked eight hours a day in a dark, dingy office, and six more in her "den" at home every night, going to theaters from twice to five times a week, and working all day Sunday to bring up the ends. She edited news-columns, fashion, health, dramatic, hotel, book-review, railroad, bicycle, fancy-work, kitchen, woman's club, society, palmistry and correspondence departments, and withal kept up an editorial column for eight years. Then she started a journal of her own. She worked like a slave for seven years more, wrote articles, editorials, read manuscripts and books, kept up an enormous correspondence, solicited most of her advertisements, and went to the printing-office every issue to attend personally to the details of "make-up" and proof-reading.
"But you have had your day," a younger woman said to her, "why grumble now?" "Because it was not the day I wanted, and I only meant to make it the stepping-stone to something better. I did not want to be a newspaper woman and nothing more; and now that I have leisure for something more, I find my mental faculties, instead of being sharpened for further use, dulled. I have done desultory work so long I can not take up anything more thorough. I have been a 'hack' too many years. I can not be a racehorse now." (Text)
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Hair-splitting—See Word-juggling.
Hand, Use of Right—See Tradition.
Handicap of Ill Health—See Body, Mastering
the.
HANDICAPS, OVERCOMING
Charles A. Spencer was a lens-maker, and
devoted years to the perfection of achromatic
lenses. He had devised a process so
delicate that he could adjust the curve of
the lens so as to increase the defining and
resolving power of the lens beyond all other
opticians. But a fire destroyed his shop
and nearly all of his tools, which had taken
years of toil and study to construct, together
with a large amount of finished and unfinished
work. He was badly crippled, and
had to begin all over again, and only with
the utmost toil and perseverance was he
able, little by little, to replace the necessary
tools and recover his former position.—James
T. White, "Character Lessons."
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HANDIWORK OF NATURE
The down upon the peach or plum is so
delicate and so thickly set that one can not
touch the fruit with a needle's point without
breaking the tender stalk; and yet the dew
of the night covers the whole surface of the
fruit and disappears in the morning, leaving
the gossamer growth more orderly and
beautiful than before. The dew covers
every leaf of the giant oak, and the mighty
tree drinks in the refreshing moisture to its
thirsty heart through millions of pores, and
the iron trunk which has withstood a thousand
storms is made stronger by the gentle
