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The more substantial illustrations, without captions, have\nbeen briefly described.\n\nItalics are represented thus _italic_, and bold thus =bold=.\n\n\n\n\n                          The Story Tellers\u2019\n                               Magazine\n\n                 Volume 1       =July=       Number 2\n\n                  [Illustration: Knight on horseback]\n\n                       King Arthur Series Begins\n                  The Storytellers\u2019 Company, New York\n\n\n\n\n                 =Speed= is essential in a typewriter\n                 =Accuracy= is a requirement of speed\n               =Stability= insures continued efficiency\n\n                                  The\n                               UNDERWOOD\n                                and the\n                               Underwood\n                                 alone\n                       possesses these features\n\n        Here is the proof\u2014the International Typewriter Records\n\n  Year         Winner             Net words        Machine used\n  1912    Florence E. 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MOTT 365 OCEAN AVENUE, BROOKLYN, NEW YORK\n\n\n\n\n                      The Storytellers\u2019 Magazine\n\n                       Richard T. Wyche, Editor\n\n\n                               Contents\n\n\n                                                                    PAGE\n\n  The Storytellers\u2019 Bequest to all Boys and Girls                     59\n\n  King Arthur\u2019s Tomb, Innsbruck                    _Frontispiece_\n\n  The Story of King Arthur\u2014In Twelve Numbers. First Number:\n  Merlin and His Prophecies                                           61\n\n  Beethoven\u2019s Moonlight Sonata                                        72\n\n  A Rose from Homer\u2019s Grave                                           77\n\n  The Image in Story Telling                  _Percival Chubb_        79\n\n  Endymion                                _Frederick A. Child_        82\n\n  The Story of St. Christopher                   _R. T. Wyche_        85\n\n  The Story of England\u2019s First Poet      _George Philip Krapp_        90\n\n  The Uncle Remus\u2019 Stories                   _Josephine Leach_        94\n  Their Evolution and Place in the Curriculum.\n\n  The Three Goats                             _Jessica Childs_        97\n\n  Story Telling in Washington, D.\u202fC.        _Marietta Stockard_       99\n\n  Story Telling for Camp Fire Girls          _Ellen Kate Gross_      101\n\n  The Play Spirit in America                     _R. T. Wyche_       103\n\n  What The Leagues Are Doing                                         106\n\n  From the Editor\u2019s Study                                            107\n\n  From the Book Shelf                                                112\n\n  Directory of Story Tellers\u2019 Leagues                                115\n\n  The Business Manager\u2019s Story                                       119\n\n\n                  =Published Monthly= [Except August]\n\n                   27 West 23d St., New York, N.\u202fY.\n\n                                  BY\n\n                       THE STORYTELLERS\u2019 COMPANY\n\n R. T. WYCHE, _Pres._                      E. C. DE VILLAVERDE, _Secty._\n                        H. D. NEWSON, _Treas._\n\n                          27 West 23d Street\n\n=Subscr. $1.00 per year=      Copyright 1913, by    =10 cents the copy=\n                       The Storytellers\u2019 Company\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: Angel holding sword\n\n  \u201c_TONGUES in trees, books in the running brooks,\n  Sermons in stones, and good in every thing._\u201d]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: Angel]\n\n            The Storytellers\u2019 Bequest to all Boys and Girls\n\n\n\u00b6 _To all girls and boys, but only for the time of their childhood,\nthe flowers of the field, the blossoms of the wood, with the right to\nplay among them freely, according to the custom of children, warning\nthem at the same time against thistles and thorns. We give to them the\nbanks of the brooks and the golden sands beneath the waters thereof,\nand the odors of the willows that dip therein and the white clouds that\nfloat over the giant trees, and we leave to the children the long, long\ndays to be merry in a thousand ways and the night and the moon, and the\ntrain of the milky way to wonder at._\n\n\u00b6 _We give to all boys all idle fields and commons, where ball may be\nplayed, all pleasant waters where one may swim, all snowclad hills\nwhere one may coast, and all streams and ponds where one may fish, or\nwhere, when grim winter comes, they may skate, to have and to hold the\nsame for the period of their boyhood. And to all boys, all boisterous\ninspiring sports of rivalry and the disdain of weakness, and undaunted\nconfidence in their own strength. We give the powers to make lasting\nfriendships and of possessing companions, and to them exclusively we\ngive all merry songs and brave choruses to sing with lusty voices._\n\n\u00b6 _And to all girls the yellow fields and green meadows with the clover\nblossoms and butterflies thereof, the woods with their appurtenances,\nthe squirrels and birds and echoes and strange noises, and all distant\nplaces which may be visited, together with the adventures there to be\nfound._\n\n\u00b6 _And to all children wheresoever they may be, each his own place at\nthe fireside at night with all the pictures that may be seen in the\nburning wood, to enjoy without hindrance, and without any encumbrance\nof care, and to them also we give memory, and to them the volumes\nof the poems of Burns and Shakespeare and of other poets and their\nimaginary world, with whatever they may need, such as the red roses\nby the wall, the bloom of the hawthorn, the sweet strains of music,\nand the stars of the sky, to enjoy freely and fully without tithe or\ndiminution until the happiness of old age crown them with snow._\n\n                                          By Williston Fish (_Adapted_)\n\n\n[Illustration: King Arthur\u2019s Tomb, Innsbruck\n\n    \u201c_That Arthur who with lance in rest,\n    From spur to plume a star of tournament,\n    Shot thro\u2019 the lists of Camelot, and charged\n    Before the eyes of ladies and of Kings._\u201d\n\n    \u2014Tennyson.]\n\n\n\n\n                           The Storytellers\u2019\n                               Magazine\n\n\n                VOLUME 1      JULY, 1913      NUMBER 2\n\n                \u201c_Heaven lies about us in our infancy_\u201d\n\n\n\n\n    \u201c_In tholde dayes of the King Arthur,\n    Of which the Britons speke great honour\n    All was this land fulfilled of faery._\u201d\n                     \u2014_The Canterbury Tales._\n\n                       The Story of King Arthur\n\n                         (_In Twelve Numbers_)\n\n                          By Winona C. Martin\n\n After the last story is told (the Passing of Arthur), and the children\n standing with Sir Bevidere upon the highest crag of the jutting rock,\n see the warrior King pass with the three tall queens in the dusky\n barge beyond the limits of the world, they too, wonder gazing on the\n splendor of his Passing. Though defeated in the last weird battle\n in the west, yet he was victorious in his ideals, for he became the\n spiritual King of his race.\n\n \u201cFrom the great deep to the great deep he goes.\u201d The children hear but\n do not quite understand\u2014it is the better for that because something\n of the mystery of life and death is awakened in the child. In that it\n serves its highest purpose. It helps the child to realize that there\n are things in life that eye have not seen nor ear heard, and let it\n not be forgotten that while we use these great stories for formal\n work, the formal is always the result of the creative.\n\n \u201cThe letter killeth; the spirit giveth life.\u201d Thus it is that child\n and teacher leave the low plains of the \u201clesson hearer\u201d and hand in\n hand walk the upland pastures of the soul.\u2014ED.\n\n\n                     I. Merlin and His Prophecies\n\nOnce, in those dim, far off times when history fades away and is lost\nin the mists of tradition, there sat upon the throne of Britain a man\nnamed Vortigern. Like many another king of his day\u2014and of later days\nfor that matter, he had no right whatever to the crown, for he had\ngained it by the betrayal of a trust, and, some believed, by a still\ndarker crime. Constantine, his overlord, who had reigned in Britain\nbefore him, had, at his death, committed to this Vortigern, his chief\nminister, the care of his three sons, Constans, the heir, and his\ntwo brothers Pendragon and Uther. Soon after the King\u2019s death little\nConstans had mysteriously disappeared. Then the true friends of the two\nremaining princes, fearing for their lives, had fled with them across\nthe sea and found refuge for them at the court of France.\n\nAll this, however, was now many years ago; and so long had Vortigern\u2019s\nright to rule been unquestioned that he had almost forgotten his crime.\n\nIn the early days of his reign he had indeed fought valiantly against\nthe only enemies that the Britons had at that time greatly to fear.\nThese were the tall, fair-haired, blue-eyed Saxons who came from beyond\nthe seas led by Hengest and Horsa. But as the years had passed, he and\nhis warriors had given themselves up more and more to lives of luxury\nand idleness, so that at last they had been obliged to make a shameful\npeace with the enemy, and the Saxons were now gradually becoming\nmasters of the land.\n\nIt so happened, therefore, that on the day when our story opens, King\nVortigern had gathered his court about him in his capital city of\nLondon, there to hold a high festival, and in feasting and carousing to\nforget the disgrace of their surrender and the ills of the country.\n\nSuddenly, up to the castle gate, through the great portal, along the\nwide corridors, and into the very banquet-hall itself, never stopping\nto dismount, rode a breathless messenger.\n\n\u201cTo arms! Sir King, to arms!\u201d he cried, waiting for no ceremony.\n\u201cPendragon and Uther have this day set sail from the coast of France\nwith a mighty army, and they have sworn by a great oath to take your\nlife as you took the life of their brother Constans!\u201d\n\nThen the King remembered, and his face went ashen grey. He turned to\none after another of the men who should have been his mighty warriors,\nand, reading in their flabby cheeks and lustreless eyes the story of\ntheir slothful living, knew that his cause was well-nigh lost before\nthe fighting began.\n\n\u201cSummon my messengers!\u201d he was able to say at last, and when these were\nbrought before him:\n\n\u201cRide! into every corner of my kingdom, ride! And call together the\nmost skillful artificers, craftsmen and mechanics, for I have a great\nwork for them to do.\u201d\n\nWithin a week the messengers on their fleet horses had scoured the\nland, so that there stood before the King a hundred of the best workmen\nthat Britain could produce.\n\n\u201cNow hear my command,\u201d said he. \u201cOn the plain that lies furthest west\nin my kingdom build me a tower whose walls shall be so firm as to\nwithstand all assault of catapult and battering-ram; and have it ready\nfor my retreat within a hundred days, or your lives, to the last man,\nshall be forfeited.\u201d\n\nThe workmen left the presence of the King with fear in their hearts;\nbut to such good purpose did they labor that within a few days there\nbegan to be visible upon the plain the jagged outlines of the walls\nthat were to enclose that mighty tower. Then the weary workmen, for the\nfirst time feeling assured that they could accomplish their task within\nthe hundred days, lay down for the night and were soon fast asleep.\n\nWith the first pale glimmer of dawn, however, they arose ready to\nreturn to their labors with renewed energy. But what a sight met their\neyes! The tower lay in ruins! The walls had fallen during the night!\n\nThen with the strength of terror they fell upon their task once more.\nWhen the second morning came they turned their gaze half in hope and\nhalf in dread toward the scene of their labors, only to have their\nworst fears confirmed. Once again there lay before them but a heap of\nruins!\n\n\u201cWe must use larger stones,\u201d said one.\n\n\u201cWe have no time to talk,\u201d put in a second. \u201cIf our lives are to be\nspared we must work as we never worked before.\u201d\n\nSo all through the long hours of the day they toiled in silence and in\ndread until the damage of the night had been repaired, only to find\nwhen morning came that, for the third time, their tower had crumbled to\nthe ground.\n\n\u201cThis is enchantment!\u201d they then cried in despair. \u201cWe cannot build\nthe tower. Let us go and throw ourselves before the King to plead for\nmercy!\u201d\n\nBut when Vortigern, with his guilty conscience, heard that word\n\u201cenchantment,\u201d a greater dread fell upon his heart.\n\n\u201cLead out these useless artificers,\u201d he thundered, \u201cand summon my wise\nmen.\u201d\n\nAnd presently the great doors of the throne-room were thrown open and,\none by one, in solemn procession, trailing their black robes, the\nastrologers, the wizards and the magicians of the realm filed in, until\nthey stood in a silent semi-circle before the King.\n\nAt last Vortigern raised his eyes.\n\n\u201cTell me,\u201d he said gloomily, \u201ctell me, O my Wise Men, as you hold in\nyour possession all the secrets of this world, and of other worlds\nunknown to ordinary mortals, tell me, I adjure you, why my tower of\nrefuge will not stand.\u201d\n\nHe ceased, and a deep silence fell upon the room. Wizard turned to\nastrologer, and astrologer to magician, for each knew in his heart that\nhe could give no answer to the question of the King.\n\nAt last the oldest man present stepped forward and bowing low, began to\nspeak in deep and solemn tones:\n\n\u201cYour Majesty,\u201d said he, \u201cgive us we pray you until tomorrow at\nhigh noon. This night shall the wizards work their spells and the\nastrologers consult the stars in their courses. Then shall we be able\nto tell you why your tower will not stand.\u201d\n\n\u201cLet it be so,\u201d replied the King, \u201cbut also let it be well understood\nthat if at high noon tomorrow you are still unable to answer, your\nlives shall pay the penalty, even as the lives of my workmen shall pay\nthe penalty if they do not raise my tower within the hundred days. Fail\nme not, my Wise Men!\u201d\n\nThat night, far down in the deepest dungeons of the castle, the\nwizards gathered together about a steaming cauldron, vainly chanted\ntheir incantations and worked their magic spells, while on the highest\nbattlements, the black-robed astrologers watched the stars from evening\nuntil morning; but when the day-star itself faded from their sight in\nthe paling blue of dawn, they were no wiser than at the beginning of\ntheir vigil.\n\n\u201cWhat shall we do?\u201d they cried to one another in consternation when the\ntwo companies of watchers had met to report their failures.\n\n\u201cHush! Speak low!\u201d whispered the Sage. \u201cWe must pretend. It is the only\nway to save ourselves. I have a plan.\u201d\n\nAnd as they gathered about him he continued:\n\n[Illustration: \u201c_He had fought valiantly against the enemies_\u201d]\n\n\u201cYou all know the prophecy\u2014that a child who never had mortal parents\nshall soon appear among us, and that he shall be able to read more\nin the stars than the wisest of our astrologers, that he shall be a\ngreater magician than the greatest of us, and that through him we shall\nlose our power and pass away?\u201d\n\n\u201cAh! yes, we have heard,\u201d they answered, shaking their white heads\nmournfully.\n\n\u201cThat child,\u201d continued the Sage, \u201cis living somewhere in Britain at\nthis very moment, and his name is Merlin. Let us tell the King that his\ntower, to make it stand, needs but the blood of this child sprinkled\nupon its foundations. So shall we by the same act save our lives and\nrid ourselves of one who otherwise will surely work us harm.\u201d\n\nThen the Wise Men bowed their heads and answered:\n\n\u201cYou have spoken the words of wisdom.\u201d\n\nSo at high noon that day, when they were once more gathered about the\nthrone, they gave their answer:\n\n\u201cSeek, your Majesty,\u201d said they, \u201ca child named Merlin who never had\nmortal parents. Sprinkle his blood upon the foundations of your tower.\nThen will it stand until the end of time.\u201d\n\nThereupon the King summoned his messengers and gave the order:\n\n\u201cRide! into every town, village and hamlet of my kingdom, ride!\nAnd seek this child until you find him; but know that if he is not\nbrought to me within ten days, your lives shall be forfeited, and not\nyours alone, but also the lives of my Wise Men for giving me useless\nknowledge, and the lives of my workmen for doing useless work! Ride!\u201d\n\nThen out from old London Town, north and south and east and west, up\nhill and down dale, over mountains and across rivers, rode the King\u2019s\nmessengers on their strange quest. One day, two days, three, four, five\nand six days, seven days, eight days; and when the ninth day came two\nof them found themselves far from home, riding through the street of a\ntiny hamlet.\n\n\u201cWhat is the use of seeking further?\u201d said one. \u201cFor my part I do not\nbelieve, for all the Wise Men say, that there ever was or ever could be\nsuch a child.\u201d\n\n\u201cI fear you are right,\u201d replied his companion, \u201cwe may as well give up\nthe search and flee for our lives.\u201d\n\nAs he spoke the last words, however, the men were obliged to draw rein\nlest their horses should trample upon a crowd of children who were\nquarreling in the narrow street. One urchin had just given another a\nsharp blow across the face, whereupon his victim was proceeding to\nvent his rage in words that immediately arrested the attention of the\nmessengers.\n\n[Illustration: \u201c_Wizard turned to astrologer_\u201d]\n\n\u201cHow dare _you_ strike _me_?\u201d he was screaming at the top of his shrill\nlittle voice. \u201cYou who came nobody knows from where, and who never had\na father or a mother!\u201d\n\nIn an instant one of the men had slipped from his horse. Then, having\nseized both boys, he drew them aside that he might question them. Very\nsoon boys and men found themselves the centre of an interested group\nof villagers each one of whom seemed more anxious than his neighbor to\ngive all the information that he happened to possess on the subject.\n\n\u201cYes, his name is Merlin,\u201d said one, \u201cand he was cast upon our shores\nby the waves of the sea.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot at all!\u201d interrupted another. \u201cHe was brought to our village in\nthe night by evil spirits.\u201d\n\nAnd so it went, but the anxious messengers soon cut short their\neloquence.\n\n\u201cIf your name is Merlin,\u201d said they to the lad, \u201cand you do not know\nwho your father and mother are, you must come with us. It is the\ncommand of the King.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am quite willing,\u201d replied the boy with unexpected meekness.\n\n\u201cPerhaps he would not be so willing,\u201d whispered one under his breath to\nhis companion, \u201cif he knew why he is wanted.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hear what you say,\u201d Merlin broke in, \u201cand what is more, I know\nwhat you mean; but just the same, I am willing to go with you to King\nVortigern. In fact I struck the boy knowing what he would say and what\nyou would do; so you see I am not afraid.\u201d\n\nOn the tenth day after the departure of his couriers, the King sat\nalone in his audience chamber. Suddenly the great doors were swung\nwide, and a boy wearing the simple dress of a tiller of the soil\nappeared before him.\n\n\u201cYour Majesty,\u201d said he, \u201cI am Merlin, the child who never had father\nor mother. You sent for me because your Wise Men have said that my\nblood is needed to make your strong tower stand. They have told you an\nuntruth because they know nothing about the tower, and also because\nthey are my enemies. I ask only that you call them together so that I\ncan prove to you that what I say is so.\u201d\n\nThen, at the astonished King\u2019s command, the great bell of the castle\nwas tolled, and presently the black-robed astrologers, wizards and\nmagicians filed once again into the royal presence.\n\n\u201cYou may question my Wise Men now,\u201d said the King to Merlin, \u201cand save\nyourself if you can.\u201d\n\n\u201cTell us, then, O Prophets of King Vortigern,\u201d cried the boy, \u201cwhat\nlies under the plain where the King has tried to build his tower.\u201d\n\nThen the Wise Ones drew apart that they might take counsel together,\nand presently the Sage stepped before the King and said:\n\n\u201cYour Majesty, we are now ready to give our answer. We who have the\npower to look deep into the bowels of the earth know well that beneath\nthe plain where you have sought to build your tower, should you dig\nnever so deep, you would find nothing but the good, brown soil of your\nMajesty\u2019s kingdom.\u201d\n\nAt this Merlin smiled and shook his dark curls.\n\n\u201cYou tell us, then,\u201d said the King.\n\n\u201cLet your workmen dig,\u201d replied the boy, \u201cand beneath the plain they\nwill find a deep pool.\u201d\n\nAnd when the workmen had dug, they found, just as Merlin had\nprophesied\u2014a deep, dark pool beneath the plain.\n\nThen cried the King:\n\n\u201cMy Wise Men have been put to shame by this mere lad. His life shall be\nspared; but they, for their deceit, shall be driven in disgrace from my\nkingdom.\u201d\n\nBut Merlin interposed, saying:\n\n\u201cNot yet, Sir King, I pray you. Let us have another test that you may\nfeel perfectly sure. Ask your Wise Men what lies under the pool that\nlay under the plain where you sought to build your tower.\u201d\n\nAgain the Wise Ones talked together; and again because they knew not\nwhat else to say, they gave the same answer:\n\n\u201cSir King, you will find good, brown earth beneath the pool that lay\nbeneath the plain where Your Majesty sought to build his tower.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, Sir King,\u201d said Merlin. \u201cBeneath the pool you will find two great\nstones. Let your workmen drain the pool and see.\u201d\n\nAnd when the pool was drained, there lay two immense boulders, just as\nMerlin had said.\n\n\u201cTruly this is a marvelous child,\u201d exclaimed Vortigern. \u201cAway with\nmy false prophets! From this time forth I will have no Wise Man but\nMerlin!\u201d\n\n\u201cStay, Your Majesty,\u201d said Merlin. \u201cLet there be one more test, then\nno question can ever arise in your mind. Ask your Wise Men what lies\nbeneath the stones that lay beneath the pool that lay beneath the plain\nwhere you sought to build your tower.\u201d\n\nBut this time the Wise Ones were wise enough to hold their peace.\n\n\u201cVery well,\u201d said Merlin, \u201cthen I will tell you. Beneath the stones you\nwill find two great dragons, one red, the other white. During the day\nthese monsters sleep, but at night they awaken and fight; and it was\nbecause of their terrible underground battles that your tower could not\nbe made to stand. The night following the raising of the stones they\nwill fight for the last time; for the red dragon will kill the white\none, and after that, O Mighty King, you may build your tower in peace.\u201d\n\nThen the Wise Ones trembled, and silently they followed the King and\nMerlin across the plain to watch the fatal raising of the stones.\n\nWhen at last the mighty boulders had yielded to the combined strength\nof all the workmen, there, before the eyes of the crowds that had\ngathered, lay the two dragons\u2014fast asleep.\n\n\u201cNow send the people away,\u201d said Merlin to the King, \u201cbut you and I\nmust stay here and watch, for at midnight the dragons will fight their\nlast battle.\u201d\n\nAnd when the crowds had dispersed, and the Wise Men slunk away one by\none, Vortigern and the boy Merlin sat alone together on the brink of\nthe pool as the evening shadows fell.\n\nThe air grew chill. Presently the moon arose, shedding its weird light\nupon the strange scene; and still the dragons slept on. Toward midnight\nMerlin leaned forward, and, lightly touching the King\u2019s arm, whispered:\n\n\u201cSee! They are about to awaken. Make no noise!\u201d\n\nThen slowly, and still drowsily, the great white dragon stirred and\nopened his hideous eyes, while along his whole scaly body there ran a\nshudder. This seemed to arouse the red monster from his dreams, for\nbefore King Vortigern could draw breath, the two terrible creatures\nhad risen on their bat-like wings far above his head, and, with fire\nstreaming from their nostrils, were gnashing upon each other with their\nfangs, and striking at each other with their ugly claws.\n\nFor an hour or more the awful battle continued, sometimes far above\ntheir heads, and sometimes perilously near them on the earth; and\nit seemed to the King that neither would ever be able to gain an\nadvantage\u2014so well were they matched. After a while, however, the white\nbeast began to show signs of weakening; and at last with a mighty\ncrash, he fell to the ground\u2014dead. Then the red dragon spread his\nwings, and with a strange hissing sound vanished into the shadows of\nthe night, never to be seen again by mortal eyes.\n\n\u201cTell me,\u201d said the King when he could find sufficient voice to speak.\n\u201cTell me, O wonderful boy that you are, what do these strange things\nmean?\u201d\n\n\u201cI will tell you, O mighty King, without fear or favor,\u201d replied\nMerlin, \u201calthough I know full well that what I have to say will not\nbe at all to your liking. You may build your tower now, for there is\nnothing to hinder you; and you may shut yourself up within its strong\nwalls. Nevertheless, Pendragon and Uther, the sons of King Constantine\nwhose trust you betrayed, and the brothers of the young heir Constans\nwhom you so cruelly murdered, have to-day landed on your shores with a\nmighty army. Forty days and forty nights shall the siege continue, and\nat the end of that time your tower shall be destroyed with every living\nsoul within its walls.\n\n\u201cThen shall reign in Britain first Pendragon and afterwards Uther; and\nall the days of their lives they shall war against the Saxon whom you,\nSir King, have brought to this land. The White Dragon stands for the\nSaxon, and the Red Dragon for the Briton. Long and deadly shall be the\nstrife between them, but in the fulness of time there shall be born to\nUther a son whose name shall be called ARTHUR. He shall be the greatest\nking that these Islands are destined ever to know. He and his wonderful\nknights shall make war on the Saxon and drive him from the land. So\nshall the mischief of your reign be repaired\u2014for a season.\u201d\n\nThen the King, still clinging to the shadow of his former hope,\nhastened the building of his tower, and shut himself within its mighty\nwalls. Nevertheless, within forty days after the beginning of the\nsiege, having been driven back time and again, Pendragon and Uther,\ncounselled by Merlin, threw burning brands over the ramparts, so that\nthe tower took fire and burned with a mighty conflagration until all\nwithin had perished.\n\nThus was Merlin\u2019s prophecy concerning Vortigern fulfilled; and as for\nhis other prophecies\u2014that is another story.\n\n (_Number Two\u2014\u201cHow Arthur Won His Kingdom\u201d\u2014will appear in the next\n issue_)\n\n                        GLOSSARY FOR BEGINNERS\n\n 1. _Adjure_, to charge or entreat solemnly. 2. _Artificer_, one who\n works or constructs with skill. 3. _Astrologer_, one who reads the\n supposed destinies of men in the stars. 4. _Battering-ram_, a long\n beam, usually with a heavy head, used in making breaches in walls.\n 5. _Boulder_, a stone or rock. 6. _Catapult_, a military engine used\n for throwing spears. 7. _Cauldron_, a large kettle or boiler. 8.\n _Hamlet_, a small village. 9. _Incantations_, the saying or singing of\n magical words for enchantment. 10. _Over-lord_, a king or chief who\n held authority over other lords. 11. _Quest_, a search. 12. _Realm_,\n a kingdom. 13. _Sage_, a wise man. 14. _Vigil_, a night watch. 15.\n _Wizard_, one having the power of magic; a male witch.\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: _Beethoven_\n Reproduced by permission Braun et Cie.]\n\n                              Beethoven\u2019s\n                               Moonlight\n                               Sonata[A]\n\n    _And the night shall be filled with music\n      And the cares that infest the day,\n    Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,\n      And as silently steal away._\n                              \u2014_Longfellow._\n\n\nIt happened at Bonn. One moonlight winter\u2019s evening I called upon\nBeethoven, for I wanted him to take a walk and afterward sup with me.\nIn passing through some dark, narrow street he paused suddenly. \u201cHush!\u201d\nhe said\u2014\u201cWhat sound is that? It is from my Sonata in F!\u201d he said\neagerly. \u201cHark! how well it is played!\u201d\n\nIt was a little, mean dwelling, and we paused outside and listened. The\nplayer went on; but in the midst of the _finale_ there was a sudden\nbreak, then the voice of sobbing. \u201cI cannot play any more. It is so\nbeautiful, it is utterly beyond my power to do it justice. Oh, what\nwould I not give to go to the concert at Cologne!\u201d\n\n\u201cAh, my sister,\u201d said her companion, \u201cwhy create regrets when there is\nno remedy? We can scarcely pay our rent.\u201d\n\n  [A] The text of the Beethoven Moonlight Sonata is reprinted from the\n  Aldine Fourth Reader, through the courtesy of the publishers, Newson &\n  Co., New York.\n\n\u201cYou are right; and yet I wish for once in my life to hear some really\ngood music. But it is of no use.\u201d\n\nBeethoven looked at me. \u201cLet us go in,\u201d he said.\n\n\u201cGo in!\u201d I exclaimed. \u201cWhat can we go in for?\u201d\n\n\u201cI will play for her,\u201d he said, in an excited tone. \u201cHere is\nfeeling\u2014genius\u2014understanding. I will play to her, and she will\nunderstand it.\u201d And, before I could prevent him, his hand was upon the\ndoor.\n\nA pale young man was sitting by the table, making shoes; and near him,\nleaning sorrowfully upon an old-fashioned harpsichord, sat a young\ngirl, with a profusion of light hair falling about her face. Both were\ncleanly but very poorly dressed, and both started and turned toward us\nas we entered.\n\n\u201cPardon me,\u201d said Beethoven, \u201cbut I heard music, and was tempted to\nenter. I am a musician.\u201d\n\nThe girl blushed and the young man looked grave\u2014somewhat annoyed.\n\n\u201cI\u2014I also overheard something of what you said,\u201d continued my friend.\n\u201cYou wish to hear\u2014that is, you would like\u2014that is\u2014shall I play for you?\u201d\n\nThere was something so odd in the whole affair, and something so comic\nand pleasant in the manner of the speaker, that the spell was broken in\na moment, and all smiled involuntarily.\n\n\u201cThank you!\u201d said the shoemaker, \u201cbut our harpsichord is so wretched,\nand we have no music.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo music!\u201d echoed my friend. \u201cHow, then, does the Fraulein\u2014\u201d\n\nHe paused and colored up, for the girl looked full at him, and he saw\nthat she was blind.\n\n\u201cI\u2014I entreat your pardon!\u201d he stammered. \u201cBut I had not perceived\nbefore. Then you play by ear?\u201d\n\n\u201cEntirely.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd where do you hear the music, since you frequent no concerts?\u201d\n\n\u201cI used to hear a lady practising near us. During the summer evenings\nher windows were generally open, and I walked to and fro outside to\nlisten to her.\u201d\n\nShe seemed shy; so Beethoven said no more, but seated himself quietly\nbefore the piano, and began to play. He had no sooner struck the first\nchord than I knew what would follow\u2014how grand he would be that night.\nAnd I was not mistaken. Never, during all the years I knew him, did I\nhear him play as he then played to that blind girl and her brother. He\nwas inspired; and from the instant when his fingers began to wander\nalong the keys the very tone of the instrument began to grow sweeter\nand more equal.\n\nThe brother and sister were silent with wonder and rapture. The former\nlaid aside his work; the latter, with her head bent slightly forward,\nand her hands pressed tightly over her breast, crouched down near the\nend of the harpsichord, as if fearful lest even the beating of her\nheart would break the flow of those magical, sweet sounds. It was as if\nwe were all bound in a strange dream, and only feared to wake.\n\nSuddenly the flame of the single candle wavered, sank, flickered, and\nwent out. Beethoven paused, and I threw open the shutters, admitting a\nflood of brilliant moonshine. The room was almost as light as before,\nand the illumination fell strongest upon the piano and player. But the\nchain of his ideas seemed to have been broken by the accident. His head\ndropped upon his breast; his hands rested upon his knees; he seemed\nabsorbed in meditation. It was thus for some time.\n\nAt length the young shoemaker rose, and approached him eagerly, yet\nreverently. \u201cWonderful man!\u201d he said, in a low tone, \u201cwho and what are\nyou?\u201d\n\nThe composer smiled, as only he could smile, benevolently, indulgently,\nkingly. \u201cListen!\u201d he said, and he played the opening bars of the Sonata\nin F.\n\n[Music Score: Six bars of the Sonata]\n\n[Illustration: _The Moonlight Sonata_]\n\nA cry of delight and recognition burst from them both, and exclaiming,\n\u201cThen you are Beethoven!\u201d they covered his hand with tears and kisses.\n\nHe rose to go, but we held him back with entreaties.\n\n\u201cPlay to us once more\u2014only once more!\u201d\n\nHe suffered himself to be led back to the instrument. The moon shone\nbrightly in through the window and lit up his glorious, rugged, and\nmassive figure. \u201cI will improvise a sonata to the moonlight!\u201d he said,\nlooking up thoughtfully to the sky and stars. Then his hands dropped on\nthe keys, and he began playing a sad and infinitely lovely movement,\nwhich crept gently over the instrument like the calm flow of moonlight\nover the dark earth.\n\nThis was followed by a wild, elfin passage in triple time\u2014a sort\nof grotesque interlude, like the dance of sprites upon the sward.\nThen came a swift _agitato finale_\u2014a breathless, hurrying, trembling\nmovement, descriptive of flight and uncertainty, and vague, impulsive,\nterror, which carried us away on its rustling wings, and left us all in\nemotion and wonder.\n\n\u201cFarewell to you!\u201d said Beethoven, pushing back his chair and turning\ntoward the door\u2014\u201cfarewell to you!\u201d\n\n\u201cYou will come again?\u201d asked they, in one breath.\n\n[Illustration: Woman surrounded by fairies]\n\nHe paused, and looked compassionately, almost tenderly, at the face of\nthe blind girl. \u201cYes, yes,\u201d he said hurriedly; \u201cI will come again, and\ngive the Fraulein some lessons. Farewell! I will soon come again!\u201d They\nfollowed us in silence more eloquent than words, and stood at their\ndoor till we were out of sight and hearing.\n\n\u201cLet us make haste back,\u201d said Beethoven, \u201cthat I may write out that\nsonata while I can yet remember it.\u201d\n\nWe did so, and he sat over it till long past day-dawn. And this was\nthe origin of that Moonlight Sonata with which we are all so fondly\nacquainted.\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: Man reading]\n\n                       A Rose from Homer\u2019s Grave\n\n\nThe nightingale\u2019s love for the rose pervades all the songs of the East;\nin those silent starlit nights the winged songster invariably brings a\nserenade to his scented flower.\n\nNot far from Smyrna, under the stately plantain trees where the\nmerchant drives his laden camels, which tread heavily on hallowed\nground, and carry their long necks proudly, I saw a blooming hedge of\nroses. Wild doves fluttered from branch to branch of the tall trees,\nand where the sunbeams caught their wings they shone like mother of\npearl. There was one flower on the rose hedge more beautiful than all\nthe rest, and to this one the nightingale poured out all the yearning\nof its love. But the rose was silent, not a single dewdrop lay like a\ntear of compassion upon its petals, while it bent its head towards a\nheap of stones.\n\n\u201cHere rests the greatest singer the world has ever known!\u201d said the\nrose. \u201cI will scent his grave and strew my petals over it when the\nstorms tear them off. The singer of the Iliad returned to earth here,\nthis earth whence I sprang!\u2014I, a rose from Homer\u2019s grave, am too\nsacred to bloom for a mere nightingale!\u201d\n\nAnd the nightingale sang till from very grief his heart broke.\n\nThe camel driver came with his laden camels, and his black slaves;\nhis little boy found the dead bird, and buried the little songster in\nHomer\u2019s grave. The rose trembled in the wind. Night came; the rose\nfolded her petals tightly and dreamt that it was a beautiful sunny\nday, and that a crowd of strange Frankish men came on a pilgrimage to\nHomer\u2019s grave.\n\nAmong the strangers was a singer from the North, from the home of mists\nand northern lights. He broke off the rose and pressed it in a book,\nand so carried it away with him to another part of the world, to his\ndistant Fatherland. And the rose withered away from grief lying tightly\npressed in the narrow book, till he opened it in his home and said\n\u201cHere is a rose from Homer\u2019s grave!\u201d\n\nNow this is what the flower dreamt, and it woke up shivering in the\nwind; a dewdrop fell from its petals upon the singer\u2019s grave. The sun\nrose and the day was very hot, the rose bloomed in greater beauty than\never in the warmth of Asia.\n\nFootsteps were heard and the strange Franks whom the rose saw in its\ndream came up. Among the strangers was a poet from the North, he broke\noff the rose and pressed a kiss upon its dewy freshness, and carried it\nwith him to the home of mists and northern lights. The relics of the\nrose rest now like a mummy between the leaves of his Iliad, and as in\nits dream it hears him say when he opens the book,\n\n\u201cHere is a rose from Homer\u2019s grave!\u201d\n\n\n    THE SECRET WOULDST THOU KNOW\n    TO TOUCH THE HEART OR FIRE THE BLOOD AT WILL?\n    LET THINE OWN EYES O\u2019ERFLOW;\n    LET THY LIPS QUIVER WITH THE PASSIONATE THRILL;\n    SEIZE THE GREAT THOUGHT, ERE YET ITS POWER BE PAST,\n    AND BIND, IN WORDS, THE FLEET EMOTIONS FAST.\n\n    SO SHALT THOU FRAME A LAY\n    THAT HAPLY MAY ENDURE FROM AGE TO AGE,\n    AND THEY WHO READ SHALL SAY:\n    \u201cWHAT WITCHERY HANGS UPON THIS POET\u2019S PAGE!\n    WHAT ART IS HIS THE WRITTEN SPELLS TO FIND\n    THAT SWAY FROM MOOD TO MOOD THE WILLING MIND!\u201d\n                             WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.\n\n\n\n\n                      The Image in Story Telling\n\n                           By Percival Chubb\n\n\nUndoubtedly the element of fundamental importance in story telling, as\nin all forms of art, is structure; \u201cthe bones,\u201d as a Japanese phrase\nhas it; the bones of the limbs, properly joined together to form the\nwell-knit skeleton of the living body of a work of art. \u201cLet there be\nform!\u201d is the first fiat of the artist. That form is literally the\n\u201cembodiment\u201d of the soul of intention which animates the creative\nprocess of the artist\u2019s mind. Such is the meaning of Spencer\u2019s, \u201cthe\nsoul is form, and doth the body make.\u201d\n\nIt is not, however, about form or the joinery of the story-teller\u2019s\ncraft that I would speak; but of what comes next in importance,\u2014the\nclothing of the skeleton in a beautiful texture of bodily substance.\nThat substance must be of imagination all compact. The language of\nwhich it is made must employ the image, must evoke imagery. Language,\nit has been said, is fossil poetry; and that is because in the first\nplace the essential of poetry is the image; and, secondly, because\nlanguage seizes upon the graphic qualities of things. So saving\na quality is imagination, that the use of appropriate and vivid\nimagery will sometimes atone in a story teller for lack of structural\nsoundness. This is true, for instance, of some Irish story tellers and\nstories. The joinery is often poor; for the architecture of form is not\nthe Celt\u2019s strong point. The skillful management of development and\nclimax is frequently wanting in his work. He does not know just when\nto stop; he loves to talk on, and embroider, and gossip. And yet the\nwinning charm of the genuine Celtic story is irresistible. It holds\nus by the charm of style; and the power of its style lies to a large\nextent in felicity of imagery, and what we must call by the larger\nphrase, imaginative power.\n\nThis view was again borne in upon the writer in reading recently a\npassage from one of the letters of the great French painter, Millet.\nIndeed, it is for the sake of using Millet\u2019s delightful illustration\nto enforce once more the truth of a not unfamiliar principle that this\nbrief article is written.\n\nMillet\u2019s illustration is taken from Theocritus. It is worth noting,\nin passing, what a wonderful instinct for greatness Millet had. He\nnurtured himself upon the great masters; took to them naturally from\nthe first. This was true of the literature as well as the art which\nhe came across. The peasant lad felt the distinction and power of\nthe poetry of Virgil even while he learned to construe the difficult\nlines there on the farm in Normandy, with the aid of the priest who\ninstructed him. Later on he took as naturally to Theocritus as to\nVirgil. He was always a pupil of the great spirits.\n\nIn the letter I quote from, he begins by expressing his enthusiasm for\nthe Sicilian poet. He seizes upon the copy of the Idylls sent to him,\nand does not leave it till he has \u201cdevoured the contents.\u201d But he adds,\n\u201cIt is when I take it word for word that I am most delighted.\u201d He finds\nthings in the original which are lacking in the translation; and he\ngives this one striking example:\n\n \u201cIn the first idyl, on the vase upon which all kinds of things are\n sculptured, among others is a vine, full of ripe grapes, which a\n little fellow guards, sitting on a wall. But on both sides are two\n foxes; one surveys the rows, devouring the ripe grapes. Does not\n \u2018surveys the rows\u2019 show you the layout of a grape-vine? Does it not\n make it real? And can\u2019t you see the fox trotting up and down, going\n from one row to another? It is a picture, an image! You are there. But\n in the translation this living image is so attenuated that it would\n hardly strike you. \u2018Two foxes; one gets into the vineyard and devours\n the grapes.\u2019 O translator, it is not enough to understand Greek: you\n must also know a vineyard to be struck by the accuracy of your poet\u2019s\n image, that it may spur you to the exertion of rendering it well! And\n so on with everything. But I come back to that: _I can\u2019t see the fox\n trotting\u2014in the translator\u2019s vineyard_.\n\nCould there be a more convincing plea for the enlivening image\nthan that? The image, in other words, is the condition of sight,\nvisualization, realization. The story teller, on looking over a written\ndraft of the story he is going to tell, can ask no more important\nquestion than this: \u201cWhere can I substitute for any weak abstract word\none that arouses an image?\u201d It is not enough to think in images one\u2019s\nself, to have an image, one must be able to convey it by the use of an\nimage-evoking word.\n\nAnother very good instance which I have frequently cited to students in\ntalking about story telling is the expression employed in Shakespeare\u2019s\n\u201cHamlet\u201d when it is said,\n\n    \u201cThe cock that is the trumpet to the morn\n    Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding _throat_\n    Awake the god of day.\u201d ...\n\nConsider how the effect would have been weakened if, instead of the\nconcrete, image-evoking word \u201cthroat,\u201d Shakespeare had used the word\nwhich most of us would have employed, namely, the word \u201cvoice.\u201d\nThat word merely suggests a sound; \u201cthroat\u201d flashes the visible\nimage of that \u201cbird of dawning.\u201d We _see_. Not only do we hear that\n\u201cshrill-sounding\u201d trumpeter, but we see that straining throat. We are\nthere with the bird.\n\nMany other examples might be cited, but these must suffice to bring\nhome once more, with fresh emphasis perchance the truth that, after\nstructural form, after securing sequence, coherence, climax, unity,\nthe most important factor in story telling is the apt and adequate\nemployment of the image. Imagery is the magic of the story-teller\u2019s\nart.\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: Full moon through clouds]\n\n                               Endymion\n\n                       By Frederick A. Child[B]\n\n\nEndymion is the name of a man who fell in love with the Moon, the\nbeautiful, bright shining Moon whom the waves obey, and which sends her\nlight silver down upon the earth to ripple across the tranquil waters\nand to shine upon the towers of sleeping cities, to creep peacefully\ninto the bed-chambers of its inhabitants and kiss the tangled, golden\nringlets of dreaming children. Now Endymion\u2019s friends thought he was\nvery foolish to fall in love with any one so far beyond his reach.\nEspecially was this true of the Earth, who was, in fact, in love with\nEndymion. And altho Earth put forth her gayest and sweetest smelling\nflowers to attract Endymion, Endymion would not even take the trouble\nto look upon poor Earth, but always kept his eyes directed toward the\nshining Moon.\n\n  [B] Retold from Lyly\u2019s \u201cEndymion.\u201d\n\nAt last poor Earth could stand it no longer, so she went to an old\nenchantress named Dipsas and asked her whether she could weave a charm\nthat would bring Endymion\u2019s thoughts back to Earth. Dipsas said that\nsuch was not her power, but she could bewitch Endymion so that a long\nsleep would fall upon him and therefore he couldn\u2019t love the Moon any\nmore. So one night when Endymion was out gazing longingly upon the Moon\nand sighing and calling for her to look down upon him and at least\nsmile upon him, the enchantress Dipsas stole up behind him and waving a\nfan of hemlock above his head, put him in a sound sleep.\n\n[Illustration: _The Spirit of the Moon_]\n\nAnd there upon the bank he slept for twenty years, and finally even the\nMoon began to miss him and inquired where he was, and when she found\nthat Endymion had been thrown into a long sleep she became interested\nin his welfare and perhaps sighed a little for his love, but try as she\nwould she could find no one who could break the spell. Finally she sent\nEumenides, a close friend of Endymion, to seek over the world for a\nremedy.\n\nIn his travels about the earth to find a remedy Eumenides met with an\nold man sitting beside a fountain, and he told the old man what he\nsought.\n\n\u201cOh,\u201d said the old man, \u201cyou need travel no farther, for he who can\nclearly see the bottom of this fountain has found remedy for anything.\u201d\n\nAnd so Eumenides looked and saw the bottom of the fountain clearly\nand read as follows: \u201cWhen the bright, round Moon shall come and kiss\nEndymion, he shall rise from his sleep.\u201d\n\nEumenides hastened back and told the Moon what he had read at the\nbottom of the fountain.\n\nNow the Moon was much surprised when she heard of the remedy for\nEndymion\u2019s long sleep, but finally she consented to kiss him,\nand\u2014wonder upon wonders!\u2014the sleeper of twenty years awoke. And so\ndelighted was Endymion for the awakening that he immediately lost\nall traces of his twenty years\u2019 sleep and stood before them a young\nman again. And so delighted was the Moon with this young man who had\nundergone so much because of his love for her that she said he might\ncontinue to worship her forever and ever.\n\nAnd the writer of this story meant to represent by the Moon the Queen\nof England, Queen Elizabeth, whom all Englishmen loved and honored\nand some day when you study English history you will see what brave\ndeeds these Englishmen performed for their Queen, the shining Moon, so\nbright, and beautiful, but so beyond their reach.\n\n\n\u201cGIVE ME LEAVE TO ENJOY MYSELF; THAT PLACE THAT DOES CONTAIN MY BOOKS,\nTHE BEST COMPANIONS, IS TO ME A GLORIOUS COURT, WHERE HOURLY I CONVERSE\nWITH THE OLD SAGES AND PHILOSOPHERS; AND, SOMETIMES, FOR VARIETY, I\nCONFER WITH KINGS AND EMPERORS, AND WEIGH THEIR COUNSELS; CALLING THEIR\nVICTORIES, IF UNJUSTLY GOT, INTO A STRICT ACCOUNT, AND, IN MY FANCY,\nDEFACE THEIR ILL-PLACED STATUES.\u201d\u2014_Beaumont and Fletcher._\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: _St. Christopher, Memling_\n_Royal Museum, Dresden_\nReproduced by permission Braun et Cie.]\n\n                    The Story of Saint Christopher\n\n                        As told by R. T. Wyche\n\n\n       _The meaning and value of the story of Saint Christopher_\n\n The story of Saint Christopher is a story of the misunderstood boy.\n Many a child is misunderstood by parent and teacher, and, like St.\n Francis of Assisi, is driven from home and yet makes a great success\n in life.\n\n The story is an epitome of a man\u2019s life. Christopher in his boyhood\n had strength\u2014he worshiped strength\u2014he could not find normal means of\n recreation, so he did evil. His hero, the German Emperor, represents\n the interest of the child from eight to twelve years, with splendid\n physical health, with moral and religious nature undeveloped.\n Christopher followed the normal impulse in serving the German Emperor.\n The adolescent boy in high-school period, is represented, in a way, by\n the second hero that Christopher served, a devil, a mischief-maker,\n but as the boy grows out of that he catches a glimpse of the moral\n hero just as Christopher did when he heard of the man of Galilee.\u2014ED.\n\n\nOnce on a time, a long time ago, beyond the seas, there lived a boy\nnamed Christopher. As he grew up he was unusually strong and giant\nlike. He drove the cattle to field and lived in the mountains and on\nthe plains. Being alone much of his time he had little opportunity for\nplay or sport with other children, and when he came home his parents\ndid not play with him or entertain him, and so he sought recreation\nwhere he could find it in other places. He was full of energy and his\nparents frequently scolded him, which drove him off to himself in bad\nmoods. On one occasion he tied the cows\u2019 tails together, just to hear\nthem bellow. On another occasion he set fire to a forest, all in sport,\nbecause he had no one to join him in better things. His stepmother\nscolded him and punished him so that he would frequently go away alone\nor join bad companions in mischief. Finally, one day, quarreling with a\nman, he killed him because of his greater strength.\n\nFearing to return home, he wandered in strange lands, sometimes working\nfor his living, and sometimes living on what was given him. Wherever\nhe went people admired his broad shoulders and manly form, for he was\ngiantlike in size.\n\nOne day he heard of the Emperor of Germany, who was king and the\nmightiest man in all the world. As Christopher admired and worshiped\nstrength, he wanted to see and to serve the Emperor. At last after long\njourneys he came and stood before the German Emperor and offered his\nservices. The Emperor was at that time waging wars for his kingdom,\nand when he saw Christopher, giantlike and strong, he admired him\nand readily accepted his services, taking him along as a bodyguard.\nChristopher was delighted and threw his whole strength into the service\nof the Emperor and did many wonderful deeds.\n\nSo strong was Christopher that frequently he would bear on his\nshoulders great logs, place them across gullies and ravines and build\na bridge for the army to pass over. The Emperor frequently talked with\nhim and encouraged him, all of which immensely pleased Christopher, for\nhe thought, \u201cI have at last found him who is most worthy of worship and\nservice.\u201d\n\nBut on one occasion as the Emperor was riding near a forest,\nChristopher noticed that the Emperor made the sign of the cross and\nturned aside from the dark forest and went in another direction.\nChristopher said to the Emperor: \u201cWhy did you turn back from the\nforest?\u201d The Emperor said: \u201cThe devil lives in that forest and I fear\nhim.\u201d \u201cWhat,\u201d said Christopher, \u201cafraid? I thought that you were afraid\nof nothing!\u201d But the Emperor said: \u201cThis demon of darkness is very\nstrong and I fear him.\u201d Then Christopher said: \u201cIf you are afraid I\nwish to leave your service and join myself to the devil, because I do\nnot want to serve any but the strongest.\u201d Whereupon the Emperor paid\nChristopher his wages and reluctantly parted with him.\n\nChristopher turned his face toward the dark forest, plunged into\nits depths, and finally found a black altar, whereon the devil had\nsacrificed the bodies of people. Hard by he found the devil and\noffered his services to him. Right gladly the devil took him into his\nfellowship, and straightway took him on trips of deviltry and mischief.\nBut one day they came along by a hill in an Eastern land. On the top\nof the hill there stood three crosses. The devil turned aside as if in\nfear. Christopher was quick to notice this and he said to the devil:\n\n\u201cWhy are you afraid?\u201d\n\nThen the devil said: \u201cOn that middle cross was crucified a man who is\ngreater than I, and I fear him.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat,\u201d Christopher said, \u201cyou afraid? Why, then, I am done with you; I\nwant to serve him who is not afraid.\u201d\n\nAnd so he parted from the devil and as he went away the devil laughed\nand mocked him. Christopher wandered a long time, inquiring here and\nthere for the man who had died upon the cross. Finally, one day he\nfound a priest, who lived in a cave that opened upon a beautiful river.\nTired, footsore and weary, he sat down at the invitation of the priest,\nwho brought him refreshing water from the spring and gave him food.\nAfter he had rested a moment, he said to the priest: \u201cCan you tell me\nabout the man who died on the cross?\u201d for Christopher had never heard\nof this man until the devil had told him. \u201cYes,\u201d said the priest,\n\u201cright gladly will I tell you the story of his life.\u201d\n\nThen the priest told Christopher how the man of Galilee had lived, and\ntoiled, and suffered to make the world better; how he was crucified,\ndied, and rose again. The story was a new and beautiful one to\nChristopher, the wonder of it! The priest told him that though this\nman was dead, his spirit was still in the world to make the world\nbetter. Then Christopher said to the priest: \u201cHe is the one that I wish\nto serve. How can I serve him?\u201d Then the priest said: \u201cYou see this\nriver?\u2014there is no bridge for the people to cross; it is wide and at\ntimes dangerous. If you would serve him, help those who try to cross\nthe river. You are tall, with broad shoulders and mighty strength. Day\nafter day people as they travel through this land come to this river\nbut cannot cross\u2014you can help them across, and in that way you will\nserve him who, though dead, still lives.\u201d\n\nThat pleased Christopher so that he built a house of logs and boughs\nby the river\u2019s side, and when people came to the river he would wade\nthrough the water, take them on his shoulders and bear them across.\nYears passed by; Christopher grew grey in the service of humanity and\nhis Master. Those who saw him day after day admired him and looked for\nhim and he became a friend of all the country, loved by all.\n\nOne dark night when Christopher lay upon his bed, he heard some one\ncalling, like the voice of a child: \u201cOh! Christopher, kind, good\nChristopher, come help me across!\u201d Christopher arose from his bed and\nseizing his great staff, waded through the water until he reached the\nother side of the river, but there he found no one; all was silent,\nsave the ripple and murmur of the waves along the river\u2019s margin.\n\u201cStrange,\u201d he said, \u201cI thought I heard some one calling.\u201d\n\nAfter looking all around, he said: \u201cI must have been mistaken,\u201d and\nwaded back through the water to the other side of the river and lay\ndown upon his couch again. But soon thereafter he heard the same\nvoice calling: \u201cOh! Christopher, kind, good Christopher, come help me\nacross!\u201d \u201cStrange,\u201d said Christopher to himself, \u201csome one must be\nthere,\u201d and seizing his staff he again crossed the river.\n\nBut no one could he find, all was silent. Above his head the stars\nshone, and he said to himself: \u201cStrange it is I cannot find him who\ncalled me.\u201d\n\nHe went across the river and laid down upon his bed again. He had not\nbeen lying there long before he heard the voice calling him a third\ntime: \u201cOh! Christopher, kind, good Christopher, come help me across!\u201d\nChristopher sat upon his bed\u2014he was troubled. \u201cStrange,\u201d he said, \u201csome\none calls me and yet I cannot find him.\u201d But again seizing his staff\nhe said: \u201cI will make one more trip.\u201d When he reached the other side\nof the river, there he saw a little boy, and he said: \u201cMy little man,\nwhere were you,\u2014twice I crossed the river to find you?\u201d The little boy\nsaid: \u201cI was here.\u201d And then Christopher bent low and took the little\nman upon his shoulders and waded through the water, but the boy grew\nheavier until he seemed as heavy as a man. When Christopher reached\nthe other side and put him down and turned to look to see why, what\nseemed to be a little child should be so heavy\u2014lo! he was more than\na child; a young man in appearance, with a shining face, and he said\nto Christopher: \u201cI am he whom you serve; bury your staff and after a\ncertain number of days buds will appear thereon.\u201d Then he disappeared,\nvanishing as a mist, or as a shadow, though Christopher saw not. He\nwent and lay down upon his couch and slept in great peace of mind and\nbody.\n\nYears passed. Christopher was still beloved by all the people and\nfaithful to his work, but his days were numbered. Though somewhat\nfeeble, he still bore the people on his shoulders across the river.\nOne dark stormy night, when the wind roared through the treetops and\nthe rain fell, Christopher, lying upon his bed, heard a voice call. He\ntried to rise and answer; he did go in response to the voice, but it\nwas his spirit only that went, the last call had come to him.\n\nThe next morning the storm was gone and the sky was blue. People came\nto cross the river and called as usual to Christopher, but there was no\nresponse. They thought perhaps he was asleep and went to the cottage.\nThere they found him-\u2014 asleep, but it was the long sleep. And a smile\nwas on his face. Because of his service to the people they afterwards\ncalled him Saint Christopher.\n\n\n    SOULS THAT HAVE TOIL\u2019D AND WROUGHT AND THOUGHT WITH ME\u2014\n    THAT EVER WITH A FROLIC WELCOME TOOK\n    THE THUNDER AND THE SUNSHINE, AND OPPOSED\n    FREE HEARTS, FREE FOREHEADS\u2014YOU AND I ARE OLD;\n    OLD AGE HATH YET HIS HONOR AND HIS TOIL,\n    DEATH CLOSES ALL: BUT SOMETHING ERE THE END,\n    SOME WORK OF NOBLE NOTE MAY YET BE DONE,\n    NOT UNBECOMING MEN THAT STROVE WITH GODS.\n    THE LIGHTS BEGIN TO TWINKLE FROM THE ROCKS:\n    THE LONG DAY WANES: THE SLOW MOON CLIMBS: THE DEEP\n    MOANS ROUND WITH MANY VOICES.\n                                              TENNYSON.\n\n\n\n\n                 The Story of England\u2019s First Poet[C]\n\n                        By George Philip Krapp\n\n\nOn the northern coast of England in the town of Whitby (White-town) was\nbuilt a monastery many centuries ago by a woman whose name was Hild;\nand when the monastery was completed she became the abbess. In this\nmonastery ruled over by the Abbess Hild, there were not only monks and\nnuns, but also a number of servants and helpers who had not devoted\nthemselves to the religious life. Among these was a poor herdsman whose\nname was Cadmon. He could neither read nor write, and his work in the\nmonastery consisted in taking care of the cows and other cattle which\nwere needed to supply the monastery table with milk and butter.\n\n  [C] Reprinted by permission from \u201cIn Oldest England\u201d by George Philip\n  Krapp. Copyright, 1912, by Longmans, Green & Co.\n\nNow it was a common custom for Cadmon and his friends to entertain\nthemselves, when the day\u2019s work was done, by sitting around the fire\ntelling stories and singing songs. Among other amusements they had one\nespecially which is known as \u201cpassing the harp.\u201d According to this\ncustom, the harp was passed along from one person to another, and\nas it came each man\u2019s turn, he took the harp and sang a song to its\naccompaniment. Most people in those days knew many stories which they\ncould recite in this way, but unfortunately for Cadmon, this was an\naccomplishment which he could never learn. Consequently when he saw the\nharp approaching him, he would get up and leave the circle, ashamed to\nconfess that he could not sing a song as the others had done.\n\nIt happened that one night Cadmon left the group of his friends in this\nway, as he had often done before, and went into the stable where he was\nto pass the night watching the cattle. After a time he fell asleep. As\nhe lay sleeping, he heard a voice calling to him, which said: \u201cCadmon,\nsing for me.\u201d Then Cadmon answered the voice, saying: \u201cI cannot sing;\nand it is for that reason that I have left the company of my friends\nand have come hither.\u201d \u201cNevertheless, I say you must sing for me,\u201d the\nvoice continued. \u201cWhat shall I sing?\u201d asked Cadmon. \u201cSing for me,\u201d the\nvoice answered, \u201cthe story of how all things were created.\u201d And then\nCadmon, greatly to his own astonishment, found that he was able to\nsing, and he began to sing the praises of God the Creator in verses\nwhich he had never heard before.\n\nThe next morning, when Cadmon awoke from the sleep in which he had had\nthis dream or vision, the strangest part of it was that he remembered\nperfectly what he had sung in his sleep during the night, and better\nstill, he was able to add other verses to these. He told what had\nhappened to him to his master, and his master went directly to Abbess\nHild and repeated the story to her. Hild immediately called Cadmon to\nher, and, sending for several learned monks, she bade them recite a\npassage of Scripture in English to Cadmon, and then she asked Cadmon\nto turn what he had heard into verse. The next morning Cadmon came\nback and recited to her in perfect and melodious verse all that he had\nbeen told by the learned monks. Then Hild immediately perceived that\nthis poor cowherd in her monastery was possessed of a very precious\ngift. She gave orders that he should be accepted as a monk into her\nmonastery, and that the other monks should teach him all the story of\nthe Bible. This was so done, and being unable to read, Cadmon learned\nall the stories of the Bible by having them told to him, and then he\nturned them into poetical form. The monks were glad to write down the\npoems as Cadmon recited them, and thus together they put into verse the\nwhole story of the creation of the world, of the fall of man, of the\nchildren of Israel and the Exodus out of Egypt into the Promised Land,\nand many other stories contained in the Bible.\n\n[Illustration:\n  \u201cThe Singing      Royal Museum\n  Angels\u201d           Berlin\n  Van Eyck\n\u201c_It was a common custom for Cadmon and his friends to sing songs._\u201d]\n\nFor many years Cadmon continued to live in the monastery at Whitby,\nmaking noble use of this poet\u2019s gift that had been granted to him.\nAnd it was here at Whitby that he finally died. He had been unwell\nfor several weeks before his death, but it was not supposed that his\nsickness was serious. One night, however, the night on which he died,\nhe asked his nurse to take him to the infirmary, which was the part\nof the monastery where those brothers who were dangerously sick and\non the point of death were usually cared for together. The man was\nsurprised that Cadmon should want to be taken to the infirmary, but\nhe did as he was asked to do. Cadmon seemed to be bright and happy,\nand talked cheerfully with the other sick people in the infirmary.\nWhen it was about midnight, he asked if the Eucharist was there in the\ninfirmary. \u201cWhy do you ask that?\u201d his friends said. \u201cYou are not so\nnear to death that you need ask for the Eucharist.\u201d But Cadmon asked\nfor the Eucharist again, and when he had it in his hand he inquired\nwhether they were all kindly disposed and at peace with him. When they\nsaid they were, then Cadmon continued: \u201cAnd I, too, am at peace with\nall men.\u201d Having made his last communion, he asked if the time was near\nwhen the brothers of the monastery should arise and say the prayers\nknown as nocturns. \u201cIt is almost time,\u201d they answered. \u201cLet us then\nwait for it,\u201d he said; and blessing himself with the sign of the cross,\nhe lay back upon his pillow, and so falling asleep, as peacefully and\nas gently as he had lived, he passed to his final rest.\n\nThis is the simple story of the blameless life of the first English\npoet whose name has come down to us. Other poets there must have been\nbefore Cadmon, poets who sang the stories of the bloody combats of\nEnglish heroes before the days of Augustine and Aidan. From the very\nearliest times the English have had their bards or minstrels, whose\ntask it was to keep alive the fame of the nation\u2019s great men. But not\neven the names of any of these earlier heathen poets are known to us,\nand but a few fragments of their songs have survived to our day. These\nsongs were of the kind which Cadmon could not sing, but which his\ncompanions, at their feasts and banquets, all sang so freely to the\naccompaniment of the harp. This heathen minstrelsy is now all lost and\nsilent, while down through the ages the clear voice of Cadmon is heard,\nsinging the old story of the Creation of the World and of the ways of\nGod to man. From Cadmon to Milton it is a thousand years, but the poor\ncowherd who became the chief ornament of Hild\u2019s ancient monastery on\nthe cliff above Whitby sang his songs in the same spirit as the author\nof \u201cParadise Lost.\u201d\n\n\n\n\n                       The \u201cUncle Remus\u201d Stories\n\n              Their Evolution and Place in the Curriculum\n\n                          By Josephine Leach\n\n\n                               Part One\n\nThe fame of the \u201cUncle Remus\u201d stories, according to Joel Chandler\nHarris, himself, was an accident. But it is quite possible, that the\nfame has not been quite as much of an accident as his modesty declares\nit to be.\n\nMr. Harris was the son of a very poor woman in Georgia. She had very\nlittle to give her children, and very early Joel Chandler was put out\nto work. When, but a mere lad, he went to work as printer boy on the\nplantation of Mr. Joseph A. Turner. Mr. Turner was a well educated and\ncultured gentleman, who spent his leisure hours in publishing (on his\nown plantation) a small paper, voicing the sentiment of the times.\n\nMr. Turner became very much interested in the Harris boy. He recognized\nthe lad\u2019s ability, for very frequently he found unsigned paragraphs,\nquite good in quality, in his paper, which had been composed by the\nprinter boy Harris, who inserted them as he set up the type. Mr. Turner\ngave the boy free access to his very large and splendid library. When\nJoel Chandler was not seated, during leisure hours, in the chimney\ncorner of a cabin in the negro quarters, listening to negro folk-lore,\nhe was delving deep into the best literature of all ages. He lived so\ncompletely with the great masters in the library, that it is said, that\nthis quite largely influenced his charming literary style in years to\ncome.\n\nHere on the plantation, in the negro cabins, he came, through the\nstories, to feel the emotions of the negro. No one has ever been so\ncapable of putting himself in another\u2019s place as has Joel Chandler\nHarris. He became possessed of all the curious knowledge of the negro,\nhe learned of dogs and horses, he knew the path of the red stream in\nthe swamp, and the way of the wild folk in the woods. In fact, one\nwriter has gone so far as to say, that had Joel Chandler Harris not\nspent these boyhood days in the plantation home of Joseph A. Turner,\nthere would have been no \u201cUncle Remus\u201d with all that he now means to\nliterature.\n\nIn 1876, Mr. Harris was invited to take a place on the paper called\n\u201cThe Constitution,\u201d published at Atlanta, Georgia. Samuel Small was\nthen writing humorous sketches for this paper. Small suddenly resigned.\nHis sketches had been very popular, and the editor immediately looked\naround for some one who could continue the work. Mr. Harris was given\nthe place. He went about his new task with much foreboding. He was\nsteeped in the quaint stories of the plantation, but would the people\naccept these? He resolved to make the attempt, and then came the Uncle\nRemus stories for their first appearance.\n\nThe stories grew in popularity, and for the same reason that made\n\u00c6sop\u2019s fables an imperishable classic, these stories have taken their\npermanent place in literature. They were the simple stories that had\nbeen linked with the thoughts and emotions since earliest time, and\nhave now, for the first time, been put in artistic form, by one who\nhad so entered into the life of the negro, that he was able to express\nthe negro\u2019s emotions in the negro\u2019s way. In quoting from an article\non Joel Chandler Harris in \u201cThe Bookman,\u201d Volume 27, the author says,\n\u201cWhen Mr. Harris chose for his subject, the plantation negro, he had a\ncharacter of much subtility to deal with. His subject is a creature of\nextremes, carelessly happy one day, deeply despondent the next, which\ncharacteristic has sprung from his very helplessness; with a never\nfailing sense of humor, which acts as a continual balance wheel. He is\na being, whose mystical side has been highly developed, and one to whom\nthe \u201ccreeturs\u201d have become brothers and sisters, being endowed by him,\nwith human virtues and vices.\u201d\n\n\u201cUncle Remus\u201d gave to literature and the world a new type of negro,\nthat of a good kind-hearted, sympathetic old man, who was willing to\nspend hours in telling stories to a little boy. So little is said of\nUncle Remus himself. He is merely the teller of the stories and yet one\nfeels him to be just such an old man, for his character is interpreted\nby the stories he tells. Indeed, some one once asked the author, \u201cMr.\nHarris, really, don\u2019t you suppose that Uncle Remus would steal chickens\nif he had a chance?\u201d and Mr. Harris replied, \u201cIf I follow Uncle Remus\nall day, you surely can\u2019t expect me to know what he does all night.\u201d\n\nJoel Chandler Harris in writing his \u201cUncle Remus\u201d stories, did not\nlabor to place them in logical sequence. He cared little about their\nvalue to students of comparative folk-lore, and had little notion of\ntheir evolution when he wrote them. The series cannot be placed into\none great cycle that follows a hero through a number of incidents and\nat last brings him to the end, victorious. Mr. Harris told them for the\npure enjoyment, and he was much surprised to find such a demand for a\nthing that was all pleasure and no work to him. He loved the simple\ntales because they were so near to nature\u2019s heart, because they were\nfull of primitive wonder, quaint flashes of humor, homely philosophy,\nand simple goodness.\n\nThe stories, however, readily group themselves into four classes.\n\n  I. Those that account for Certain Animal Traits, or Characteristics.\n  II. Stories with Brer Rabbit as a Hero.\n  III. Those stories told to the little Boy for their Ethical Value.\n  IV. Stories that attempt to Account for some Natural Phenomena.\n\nUnder the first group, Stories that account for certain animal\ncharacteristics, I have placed the following:\n\n  Why the Hawk Catches Chickens.\n  Miss Partridge has a Fit.\n  Why Brer Possum has no Hair on his Tail.\n  Why Brer Fox\u2019s Legs are Black.\n  Why Mr. Possum Loves Peace.\n  Why Brother Bull Growls and Complains.\n  How Mr. Rabbit Lost His Fine Bushy Tail.\n  Mr. Terrapin Shows His Strength.\n  Brer Buzzard Teaches Brer Terrapin to Fly.\n\nThe stories that show the shrewdness of Brer Rabbit, might be taken as\na small cycle which has Brer Rabbit as a hero.\n\nThe following are examples:\n\n  The Wonderful Tar Baby Story.\n  Old Mr. Rabbit, He\u2019s a good Fisherman.\n  Brer Rabbit and de\u2019 skeeters.\n  Brer Fox Says Grace.\n  Brer Rabbit Has Fun at the Ferry.\n  Why Brer Wolf didn\u2019t eat the little Rabbits.\n  Brer Fox \u201cSmells Smoke.\u201d\n  Brer Rabbit Frightens Brer Tiger.\n  Brer Rabbit Conquers Mr. Lion.\n  Heyo House.\n  Sis Cow Falls a Victim to Mr. Rabbit.\n  How Mr. Rabbit Saved his Meat.\n  The Sad Fate of Mr. Fox.\n  Brer Rabbit Nibbles up de Butter.\n\nThe third group of stories that were told to the little boy for their\nethical value, presents quite a modern idea of the purpose of a good\nstory; namely, that in order to teach, a moral must be tacked on. When\nUncle Remus found the little boy in mischief, he straightway told him\na story with a homely moral. As for example the story of \u201cBrother Bear\nand the Honey Orchard.\u201d Uncle Remus caught the little boy eating a\ngreat piece of cake, while his little brother stood by, crying for\nsome. \u2019Tis then that he relates of the selfishment of Brer B\u2019ar with\nhis own conclusion, that \u201cto his membrence stingy folks nevah come to\nno good \u2019een.\u201d\n\nThe following stories were told with this idea in mind:\n\n  Brother Bear and the Honey Orchard.\n  The Man and the Wild Cattle.\n  Brer Rabbit\u2019s Money Mint.\n  Brother Billy Goat\u2019s Dinner.\n  The King that talked Biggity.\n  According to how the Drap Falls.\n\nUnder the fourth heading I have grouped such stories as:\n\n  The Story of the Deluge and how it came about.\n  Where the Hurricane Comes from.\n  The Creation.\n  Why the Negro is Black.\n\nNo one can doubt but that these simple stories were first told when the\nhuman race was very young. The things that are at present accomplished\nby science were then met by magic. Whether or not we believe that the\nchild in his development passes through much the same experience as the\nrace has in its development, there are certain things that are evident:\nthe child makes human and holds conversation with everything in his\nbackyard world. The same voices speak to him that spoke to his cave\ndwelling ancestors. To him the wind is a person of might and power,\nthat moans when in anguish and sighs when weary.\n\n\n                   (_To be concluded in next issue_)\n\n\n\n\n                            The Three Goats\n\n                           By Jessica Childs\n\n This story, contributed by Miss Jessica Childs of the Pittsburgh (Pa.)\n Training School for Teachers, is a translation from the Norse Folk\n Lore. It is very popular, Miss Childs finds, with children in the\n first school year.\n\n\nNow you shall hear!\n\nThere was once a Boy who had three Goats. All day they leaped and\npranced and skipped and climbed up on the rocky hill, but at night the\nBoy drove them home. One night, when he went to meet them, the frisky\nthings leaped into a turnip field and he could not get them out. Then\nthe Boy sat down on the hillside and cried.\n\nAs he sat there a Hare came along. \u201cWhy do you cry?\u201d asked the Hare.\n\n\u201cI cry because I can\u2019t get the Goats out of the field,\u201d answered the\nBoy.\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll do it,\u201d said the Hare. So he tried, but the Goats would not come.\nThen the Hare, too, sat down and cried.\n\nAlong came a Fox.\n\n\u201cWhy do you cry?\u201d asked the Fox.\n\n\u201cI am crying because the Boy cries,\u201d said the Hare; \u201cand the Boy is\ncrying because he cannot get the Goats out of the turnip field.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll do it,\u201d said the Fox. So the Fox tried, but the Goats would not\ncome. Then the Fox also sat down and cried.\n\nSoon after, a Wolf came along. \u201cWhy do you cry,\u201d asked the Wolf. \u201cI\nam crying because the Hare cries,\u201d said the Fox; \u201cand the Hare cries\nbecause the Boy cries; and the Boy cries because he can\u2019t get the Goats\nout of the turnip field.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll do it,\u201d said the Wolf. He tried, but the Goats would not leave\nthe field. So he sat down beside the others and began to cry too.\n\nAfter a while, a Bee flew over the hill and saw them all sitting there\ncrying. \u201cWhy do you cry?\u201d said the Bee to the Wolf.\n\n\u201cI am crying because the Fox cries, and the Fox cries because the Hare\ncries; and the Hare cries because the Boy cries; and the Boy cries\nbecause he can\u2019t get the Goats out of the turnip field.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll do it,\u201d said the Bee.\n\nThen the big animals and the Boy all stopped crying a moment to laugh\nat the tiny Bee. He to do it, indeed, when they could not! But the tiny\nBee flew away into the turnip field and lit upon the ear of one of the\nGoats and said,\n\n\u201cBuz-z-z-z-z!\u201d And out ran the Goats every one!\n\n\n \u201c_The child makes human and holds conversation with everything in his\n backyard world._\n\n \u201d_The same voices speak to him that spoke to his cave-dwelling\n ancestors._\n\n \u201c_To him the wind is a person of might and power, that moans when in\n anguish and sighs when weary._\u201dJOSEPHINE LEACH.\n\n\n\n\n                  Story Telling in Washington, D. C.\n\n                         By Marietta Stockard\n\n\nTo the Kindergarten perhaps more than to any other department of\neducation, must be conceded the credit for having recognized the power\nof the story in the life of the child. The best Kindergarten training\nschools would no more omit a well organized course in story telling\nthan they would a course in psychology or child study, so it is with no\nclaim of something new or different that I respond to the invitation\nof the STORYTELLERS\u2019 MAGAZINE to tell of the work as it is done in the\nWashington Normal School.\n\nWe are fortunate in having a Principal who has been willing to allow\na full two years\u2019 course in stories. This makes possible a broader\nliterary basis, better developed principles of selection, more of\nadaptation and practical story telling than could be accomplished in a\nshorter time. It also makes possible a more leisurely, more psychologic\napproach to the subject, and therefore launches us upon the actual\nstory telling with much of the beginner\u2019s painful self-consciousness\neliminated.\n\nMy first question to a new class is, \u201cWhat have you read and really\nenjoyed during your past summer?\u201d Next, \u201cWhat are your favorite books?\u201d\nThrough a careful study of the students\u2019 responses to these questions\nI gain a knowledge of the literary background and taste of each\nindividual of whom I shall strive to make a successful story teller.\n\nDiscussion of these books which the students know and like leads us\ninto the field of basic principles of selection in literature. Brief\nstudies of a few typical short stories, analysis of purpose, structure,\nand style follow.\n\nRealizing that the two absolute essentials in a successful story\nteller are, on the one hand, a sympathetic knowledge of the best in\nliterature, and on the other, real understanding of the child, we read\ntogether as much of the best literature about children as time permits.\n\nOur first approach to the story for the child is through a discussion\nof favorite fairy tales, remembered from the student\u2019s own childhood.\nComparison shows that there are many common favorites, further study\nreveals these same stories as favorites of generations of children.\n\nRe-telling and enjoying these we gradually search out the secret of\ntheir universal appeal and come to formulate a standard embodying the\nessential characteristics which all stories for children should contain.\n\nThis knowledge of type stories is further developed by a brief study\nof Norse Myths and Folk Tales. No other literature gives quite so well\nthe fundamental characteristics of action, simplicity and embodiment\nof ideals as does the Norse. The student who has read Mabie\u2019s Norse\nMyths, Dasent\u2019s Popular Tales from the Norse, Stories from Bjornstern\nand Selma Lagerl\u00f6f, absorbs the essential characteristics of the best\nstory and can scarcely help telling a story with vigor, simplicity,\ndirectness and imaginative appeal.\n\nSympathetic attitude toward child and story and basis for selection of\nstories in the light of fundamental principles of literature having\nbeen developed, we next formulate the requisites of a good story teller\nand methods of story telling. This is done through story telling in\nclass under criticism and a study of such books as: Voice and Spiritual\nEducation, by Corson; How to Tell Stories to Children, by Sara Cone\nBryant; Stories and Story Telling, by Porter St. John. We study,\nre-tell, adapt, and collect in a manuscript story book such stories as\nare particularly suitable for use in the kindergarten.\n\nThe demand for story tellers in the schools, in playground and library\nwork, in social centers and Sunday schools, led to the establishing\nof a course in story telling and children\u2019s literature at George\nWashington University. This course is credited both in the teacher\u2019s\ndepartment and in the English department of the University.\n\nThe work consists of lectures, required readings and reports. The\nhistory of the story, its relation to literature, its relation to the\nchild, the story as a moral force, methods of story telling, including\nadaptation, preparation, and presentation are a few of the topics\ndiscussed. Studies of groups of animal stories, folk and fairy tales,\nhero tales, Bible stories, Christmas and Thanksgiving stories, spring\nstories and humorous stories constitute the content of the course.\n\nEvery student of children\u2019s stories not only gains a deeper\nappreciation of the best in literature and an added sympathy with and\nunderstanding of the child, but also discovers an inexhaustible source\nof usefulness and joy.\n\n\n\n\n                   Story Telling for Camp Fire Girls\n\n                          By Ellen Kate Gross\n\n _Chief Guardian, Children\u2019s Playground Association of Baltimore, Md._\n\n\nApropos to our conversation at the Richmond Congress in regard to\nstories for Camp Fire Girls, the following plea is submitted to your\neditorial board with the hope that your splendid magazine will help us\nin one phase of our work.\n\nIn furthering the development of the Camp Fire Girls, there arises the\nnecessity for a supply of Indian folk tales well told and embodying the\nout-of-door spirit of the Indian and his ideals. Moreover the various\npoints of the law of the Camp Fire can best be exemplified through\nstories which develop the ideal held up. This law is to\n\n  \u201cSeek beauty\n  Give service\n  Pursue knowledge\n  Hold on to health\n  Glorify work\n  Be happy\u201d\n\nThe following suggestive list may illustrate how this method can be\ncarried out,\u2014the thought and meaning of each precept being developed\nthrough one of the stories named.\n\n\n_SEEK BEAUTY_\n\n  Hawthorne, \u201cThe Great Stone Face.\u201d\n  Kingsley, \u201cWater Babies\u201d\u2014in parts.\n\n\n_GIVE SERVICE_\n\n  Robert Louis Stevenson, \u201cPrince Otto.\u201d\n  Stockton, \u201cOld Pypes and the Dryad,\u201d in Fanciful Tales.\n  Biographies and Autobiographies.\n      Example \u201cFlorence Nightingale.\u201d\n              \u201cLucretia Mott.\u201d\n  \u201cThe Little Hero of Haarlem\u201d\n  Emile Poulsson, \u201cNahum Prince,\u201d in \u201cIn the Child\u2019s World.\u201d\n\n_BE TRUSTWORTHY_\n\n  \u201cRuth and Esther,\u201d told in Hamilton Mabie\u2019s \u201cStories Every Child\n     Should Know.\u201d\n\n\n_GLORIFY WORK_\n\n  19th Psalm.\n  Lives of Burbank, Edison and other Inventors.\n  \u201cThe Basket Weaver.\u201d\n  \u201cBeowulf,\u201d in Hamilton Mabie\u2019s \u201cLegends Every Child Should Know.\u201d\n  \u201cThe Message to Garcia,\u201d by Elbert Hubbard.\n\n\n_BE HAPPY_\n\n  \u201cKing Midas.\u201d\n  \u201cUgly Duckling.\u201d\n  \u201cPine Tree that changed its Leaves.\u201d\n  King Arthur tales.\n\nIf some of these stories or similar ones, and also some Indian legends\ncould be published in your magazine from time to time, it would be a\ngreat help to those who are working with Camp Fire Girls.\n\n\n                               \u201cWohelo\u201d\n\n\u201cWohelo,\u201d the musical cry of the Camp Fire Girls was sounded by more\nthan nine hundred of them at the first Grand Council held in the 69th\nRegiment Armory, New York City, recently.\n\nClad in the picturesque attire of the American Indian, they sat in\na big circle around three lighted candles, representing their three\nfoundation principles, and groups of lights representing real camp\nfires, a Camp Fire ceremonial which is performed to the music of \u201cBurn,\nFire; Burn!\u201d\n\nUnder the supervision of the guardian Hiltini, who is Mrs. Luther\nH. Gulick, three other guardians, Mrs. Bradley, Mrs. Weber and Miss\nMcCarthy, representing respectively WORK, HEALTH, LOVE, lighted the\ncamp fire by the Indian expedient of rubbing two sticks together.\n\nThe call of the Camp Fire Girls, \u201cWohelo,\u201d is formed by the first\nsyllables of the three foundation words of their organization: WORK,\nHEALTH, LOVE.\n\n\n\n\n                      The Play Spirit in America\n\n\nThose who have lost the play spirit are beginning to die. These were\nthe words of Dr. Cabot of the Massachusetts General Hospital of Boston\nat the recent Congress of the Playground and Recreation Association\nof America, held at Richmond, Va. True recreation is re-creation\u2014to\nbe made anew from day to day, mind and body. The old saying that all\nwork and no play makes Jack a dull boy is true of adults as well as\nchildren. It is more important that adults emphasize recreation for\nthemselves than for the child. It is so much easier for grown people to\nforget to play.\n\nThe serious person is only half awake. Seriousness often excludes humor\nand thus shuts out the play spirit in life. The serious person is not\nalways thoroughly in earnest. He who excludes humor and play cannot be\nin earnest because he does not use all the resources at his command.\nYoung people are always earnest; play and humor are part of their\nprogram.\n\nThe calculating business man sitting in his close office or the hard\ntaskmaster sitting at a teacher\u2019s desk may be making a living and yet\nnot living but prematurely dying. Compare such a one with a group of\nyoung people who shout and laugh in joyous play or work outside and ask\nyourself which is preferable, which is life? The business man once had\nthe play spirit but he has lost it, and with it life and its joy. When\nhe went to school years ago he was not taught to live but to calculate;\nnot to think but to imitate and accumulate a living, not a life. He has\nbeen true to his teaching. He might be rescued even now if he could be\nmade to see the necessity for play and feel the rejuvenating effect of\nrhythmic games. He must get rid of the idea that it is undignified for\na grown man or woman to play, to join hands in a circle, to shout and\nlaugh and sing and play games on the green.\n\nThe American people must be taught recreation, not only in public\nplaygrounds but the necessity of using home, lawn and yard for play for\nchild and adult as well. We must get rid of the idea that people are\nmade for parks and substitute the idea, parks are made for people.\n\nA one-time city superintendent of schools in a large city and for a\nnumber of years a college president recently spent a year on his farm\nand says that as a result his whole feeling and view toward life has\nbeen changed by the year of recreation. To have normal feelings is more\nimportant than abnormal knowledge. Knowledge is sometimes weakness\nrather than power.\n\nA child without a playground is the father of a man without a job, says\none of our playground officials, and we might add that a man without\nplay will soon be a man without a job and without health. It is high\ntime that school faculties realize their sin in failing themselves to\nplay. Enthusiastic teachers often study and teach all the winter, then\ngo to a summer school and pile on more of the same kind of work. We\nrecognize the evil of this, yet few are brave enough to stop in the\nmidst of work and play and teach play. Summer schools should send their\nstudents back home rejuvenated, with renewed health and enthusiasm\nand with a new feeling for life rather than book-burdened, tired and\nnervous.\n\nWe have in America a wealth of folk-games, folk-dances, folk-songs,\nfolk-stories brought hither by the various races of Europe, that would\ngive us wholesome recreation,\u2014a folk-culture, yet we stand idly by and\nlet an ignorant commercial schemer run a dance hall and give our young\npeople dissipation instead of recreation. Churches and homes make a\ngreat mistake when they say \u201cDon\u2019t do this\u201d or that and stop there. We\nmust be positive and say \u201cDo this, these are the games to play, these\nare the songs to sing, these are the stories to tell, come and join\nus.\u201d If good people do not give us good recreation, bad people will\ngive us bad recreation and make us pay for it. A machine can add a\ncolumn of figures for us, another person can spell a word for us, but\nno one else can recreate or have health, personality and enthusiasm for\nus.\n\n                                                               R. T. W.\n\n\n\n\n                              Invocation\n\n                        Rev. Jenkin Lloyd Jones\n\n\n Father, make us glad that we are here, glad in the dear fellowships of\n the past, glad in the strong ties that bind us to our tasks, glad of\n the tasks. O Thou Burden Giver, lift us above the selfishness of the\n ease-seeker.\n\n \u00b6 Father, we come to listen to Thy commissions. Grant us power to go\n into the dark places of human lives, the sad places of human hearts,\n and in Thy name speak the word that may bring strength, peace,\n consolation. Father, help us to realize the opportunities that await\n us; gird us anew for the high and holy warfare wherein the weapons are\n the instruments of love, the counters of kindness. Help us to forget\n the things that hurt, to rise above all discouragements, to dwell with\n Thee in deathless places; to rejoice with Thee in the boundless realms\n where the petty lines of caste, class and sect, of race and prejudice,\n do not obtain, but where Thy children, conscious of Thy Fatherhood,\n rejoice in the largeness of the love that includes all races, all\n climes, and all ages.\n\n \u00b6 Father, take our hands and touch them with usefulness. Take our feet\n that they may be shod with willingness. Take our hearts that they may\n glow with kindness. Take our minds and tutor them in the way of truth.\n Take our voices and tune them to the universal harmonies, that in\n finite time we may sound some notes of thy never-ending song. Amen\n\n\n\n\n                      What the Leagues are Doing\n\n\nThe closing meeting of the Knickerbocker Story Tellers\u2019 League of New\nYork City, for the season 1913, was held on Saturday evening, May 17th.\n\nThe recent work of the League has been directed along the lines of the\nEnglish, Spanish and American Schools of Art. At a previous meeting\nthe stories of the Florentine, Flemish and Dutch Schools were told and\nno actual reading was done throughout the entire evening. Mrs. Estelle\nDavis Burt, the President, handled the topic Dutch Art.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nThe last meeting of the Atlanta Story Tellers\u2019 League is reported by\nMr. George B. Hinman as the most interesting of the year.\n\nMrs. Goodman gave a very charming and illuminating account of her visit\nwith Mr. R. T. Wyche to the Knickerbocker Story Tellers\u2019 League in New\nYork, and Mrs. Stevens told a most interesting original story, which\nheld her audience spellbound throughout. Miss Ray Klein, who is one of\nthe friends of the League, told a beautiful fairy story. The attendance\nwas large and appreciative.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nThe Story Tellers\u2019 League of Little Rock, Arkansas, held its closing\nmeeting at the public library in May, when the following officers\nwere elected: Miss Eliza Hockins, president; Miss Grace Boyce,\nvice-president; Miss Johnnie Bledsoe, secretary and treasurer. The\nprogram was excellent. Miss Marguerite English told of \u201cThe Hall of\nHeroes\u201d; Mrs. L. W. Cherry told an Egyptian legend, adding to the\nbeautiful story by touches of personal experience in Egypt; Mrs. W. B.\nRawlings told the story of a Syrian mother; Miss Abbie Whitcomb gave\nthe story of a Parisian boy hero in her usual expressive way.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nA conference was held May 27, 1913, at the Sinton Hotel from three to\nfive, with Dr. Richard Wyche, President of the National Story Tellers\u2019\nLeague of New York, who has started a magazine for the benefit of story\ntellers, entitled \u201cThe Storytellers\u2019 Magazine.\u201d Dr. Lester Riley, Miss\nPearl Carpenter, Miss Alice Adele Folger, Miss Annie Laws, Miss Marie\nDickore, Miss Josephine Simrall and others of the Cincinnati branch of\nthe National Story Tellers\u2019 League were present.\u2014_Cincinnati Commercial\nTribune._\n\n\n\n\n                        From the Editor\u2019s Study\n\n\nThe revival of interest in story telling on the part of educators today\nis due perhaps more to scientific men than any other group. The old\nconception of the child was that he was born in depravity and therefore\nhis natural impulses were bad, and he should be repressed. Methods of\nsuppression resulted; the child had no rights. If the things he was\ncompelled to study were meaningless and obnoxious to him, well and\ngood. The things he was interested in were ignored.\n\nBut with the coming of the biologist, geologist, and psychologist,\nwe have seen a world of growth and change, reaching back into the\nimmeasurable past, and man in this order, not fallen and depraved, but\nnatural and normal with his face to the morning, ever moving upward\nand onward. The students of history, primitive art and folk-literature\nhave traced for us the path-way along which the soul of the race, ever\ngrowing into self-realization gave expression to its beliefs, its\nhopes, its prayers and its religion, in myth, fairy story, folk-lore\nand folk epic. As one who travels through low land and forest yet ever\nclimbing reaches an upland peak and looking back sees path, forest,\nfield and rim of sea all in the perspective of beauty, so we today\nlooking back have an infinitely larger and deeper view of life and its\nmeaning. It is this view that has changed our attitude toward the child\nand will result in our setting him, \u201cthe last serf of civilization\nfree.\u201d\n\nThis new valuation of the child, respect for his rights and a better\nunderstanding of his needs has brought story telling to the front\nagain. It is true that the race and the individual of all races have\nhad stories told them more or less by troubadour and rhapsodist\u2014the old\nstory tellers, chief among them Homer, but not until modern times have\neducators so seriously studied this story as a means of education.\nFor many centuries literature lived orally and was handed down by the\nstory tellers; but when printing was invented the teacher began to\nbusy himself with grammar for young and old alike, until language form\nbecame an end instead of a means.\n\nMan in his development did not invent letters and language with the\nhope that he might have something to say, but he had so much to say\nhe was compelled to invent language in order to express himself. So\nwith the child, we must feed the springs of imagination and emotion\nif we would give him something to express. As a tree puts forth leaf\nand blossom in obedience to the laws of life within, so will the child\ngive back in vital expression the things that nurture his inner life.\nExpression is life, suppression is death. It is the recognition of this\ntruth that has given us the pedagogical basis for the story, whether it\nbe re-telling, dramatization or illustration of the story; modelling\ninto clay, carving into wood or motiving in life.\n\nMan becomes like that which he admires, therefore, stories of noble\ndeed and great heroes are used in school and Sunday-school for\ncharacter building in place of memorizing abstract statements.\n\nYoung people will read books from which interesting stories have been\ntold them, therefore many of the public libraries have a story teller\nfor the children\u2019s room, who by story telling, directs the reading\nof the children for a whole community. Story telling is a means\nof recreation and pure pleasure, therefore the public playgrounds\nthroughout the land have their story tellers for the young people.\nParents who tell in their homes the right kind of stories make an\natmosphere in which a soul can grow and bind their off-spring to them\nwith spiritual ties, the most lasting of all.\n\nStory telling is an alluring subject for study, a means of delightful\nsocial intercourse and reinforcement for life, therefore many have\norganized themselves into the National Story Tellers\u2019 League and its\nlocal branches.\n\nIt is to deal with this work of story telling in all of its aspects\nthat the STORYTELLERS\u2019 MAGAZINE is founded. It is our purpose to point\nout as far as we can the vital principles that underlie the whole\nmovement.\n\nThe question of what stories to tell is supremely important. We cannot\ntell or read one-hundredth part of the good stories. In order to answer\nthis question, we propose to re-tell in the pages of the magazine some\nof the best stories recognized by educators the world over; and by\narticles from specialists, point out the stories most worth while from\nthe standpoint of literature. It is true we shall deal as do the oral\nstory tellers with much of the old literature but with a creative touch\nthat will give it the breath of life, making it a living literature and\na new expression of American life and art.\n\nWe propose to answer the question of what stories to tell by a study\nof the child and his needs in the various periods of his development.\nStories that contribute most to the making of ideal womanhood and\nmanhood, in the last analysis, are the stories to emphasize.\n\nThe ancient story teller who by fireside or in royal court told stories\nof their nation heroes like King Arthur, Siegfried or Ulysses had quite\na simple and direct use for the story compared to the situation today.\nWith the complexity of modern life the use of the story becomes far\nmore rich and varied. We expect through short articles from authorities\nin this work to point out all legitimate uses of the story.\n\nMany a one has a gift for story telling but knows not how to use it. We\nshall have an occasional article by those who have made a success of\nstory telling and can speak from experience.\n\nWhen we think of the many educational institutions and individual\nworkers taking up this work of story telling, and when we see the many\nyoung men and women who could, if they but knew how, become evangels\nof the fine art of story telling, and when we hear the voices of the\ngreat multitudes of children in neglected country districts as well as\ncities, saying \u201ctell us a story\u201d surely there is an opportunity and a\ncall to service for THE STORYTELLERS\u2019 MAGAZINE.\n\nAmerican thought is in a creative period. Old forms in education, art,\nreligion and government are assuming new forms to fit new conditions.\nThe story telling movement is one with this growing life. Let us make\nit a true expression of the Nation\u2019s best life. We are still young;\nmuch lies ahead of us. In the spirit of the great heroes of the old\nstory books let us spread every sail, make for the mid-seas and\ndiscover lands not laid down in any chart.\n\n\nIn this issue of THE STORYTELLERS\u2019 MAGAZINE will be found the initial\nnumber of Miss Martin\u2019s admirable King Arthur Series, composed of\ntwelve stories, as follows:\n\n  1. Merlin and His Prophecies.\n  2. How Arthur Won His Kingdom.\n  3. How Arthur won His Sword \u201cExcalibur,\u201d his Bride and his Round\n      Table.\n  4. The Adventures of Gareth\u2014the Kitchen Knave.\n  5. The Adventures of Geraint.\n  6. The Adventures of Tristram, the Forest Knight.\n  7. The Adventures of Launcelot of the Lake.\n  8. The Dolorous Stroke.\n  9. The Coming of Galahad.\n  10. The Quest of the Sangreal.\n  11. The Achieving of the Sangreal.\n  12. The Passing of Arthur.\n\nAt least one story will appear in each succeeding issue of the Magazine\nuntil the series is finished, and should space permit, possibly two\nstories will appear in some of the numbers.\n\n\n                         The Immortal Stories\n\n\nThey were told long before anybody had learned how to write them out,\nthough most of the fairy tales which the children feed on now are of\nthe second crop, to be sure.\n\nDr. Greville MacDonald, writing in the _Contemporary Review_ of \u201cThe\nFairy Tale in Education,\u201d insists as strongly as Ruskin did upon the\nvital importance of the fairy story in the right kind of ministering\nto children. He regrets the tendency among the science worshipers to\nregard the fairy tale as a weed of superstition, to be pulled up and\ncast out with all such worn out beliefs. And he goes on:\n\n\u201cThe fairy tale is a wild flower. It is native to that pasture of\naboriginal, uncultivated innocence wherein, among the roots of grass\nand flowers, the elemental passions dwell....\n\n\u201cNot the least important of these elemental passions is the individual\nsense of unity with the world beyond. It is dominant in all unspoiled\npeasant folk, and dormant when not dominant in all children. It takes\nconcrete form in folk-lore, folk-song and folk-dance. It throve\nfearlessly in the thirteenth century painters, in the Gothic masons and\nglass stainers of the great cathedrals. It is, indeed, the elemental\ngift in whose atmosphere and inspiration the true art grows. Hence\ncomes the child\u2019s fellow feeling with all simple life\u2014his clutching at\nthe flower, his delight in kitten, bird or butterfly. These are fellow\ncreatures all, allies in \u201ceffort and expectation and desire.\u201d\n\nDr. MacDonald is not worried by the protest that fairy tales sometimes\nhave \u201cbad morals.\u201d He finds much popular confusion between the words\n\u201cmeaning\u201d and \u201cmoral\u201d in such complaints. What we do actually and\nrightly dislike, he thinks, is a moral label.\n\nThis is why the short sighted, the unco guid, or those whose \u201cheads are\nfilled with science\u201d (to paraphrase a great writer), stupidly object\nto the fairy tale; they always want to append a copy book moral. The\nbad figures in fairy tales often play tricks successfully upon the good\nones, but the child is not thereby deceived. His unerring instinct,\nunwarped by any sophistry of man\u2019s education, pierces all the shams,\nand he loves the good and turns away, just as surely, from the bad.\nThe spiritual sense of what is deeply true is integral in the child\u2019s\nimagination, and must be held sacred.\u2014_N. Y. Evening Sun._\n\n\n\n\n                          From the Book Shelf\n\n\n \u201cIN OLDEST ENGLAND,\u201d by G. P. Krapp. Price, 75 cents. Longmans, Green\n & Co., New York.\n\nDr. Krapp, a professor of literature in Columbia University, has given\nus an interesting and valuable book, for both youth and adult. He\nrelates in an interesting way the story of England\u2019s history, from the\nbeginning up to the Norman conquest, using facts, ancient manuscripts,\npictures and early literature to tell the story. He makes an appeal to\nthe imagination, to re-create those far-off days, that we may fully\nrealize how our ancestors lived a thousand years ago.\n\nThe measure of a people\u2019s civilization, he says, is not in the amount\nof machinery they possess, but in the thoughts and affections which go\nto make up character. We cannot give a better idea of the book than the\nstory of England\u2019s first poet, which we give on another page of the\nMagazine.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n \u201cTALES OF THE ENCHANTED ISLES OF THE ATLANTIC.\u201d By Thomas Wentworth\n Higginson. Price, $1.50. The Macmillan Company, New York.\n\n\u201cBancroft, the historian, made it a matter of pride that the beginning\nof American annals was bare and literal,\u201d says the author, and he goes\non to prove, through two hundred and fifty-nine interesting pages, that\nBancroft was mistaken. To Europeans, undiscovered America lay beyond\nthe great unknown sea of awe, danger and vanishing isles. The islands\nwithin sight of European shores, Irish, Breton, Welsh and Spanish, had\nthe glamour of enchantment cast about them. They were the gateways to a\nsea of mystery. The Canary Isles were discovered before the Christian\nera and then lost sight of for thirteen centuries. A continent called\nAtlantis, thought to have been submerged in the Atlantic, had long\nhaunted the imagination of people in Europe and Africa. Solon, the\nlaw-giver and poet, wrote a letter in which he said that when a student\nin Egypt, he was told that the island of Atlantis, was sunk thousands\nof years ago. This letter was read and studied by both Socrates and\nPlato. From these traditions, taught by Greek and Egyptian, and\nbelieved by the inhabitants of Western Europe, who ever looked out upon\nthe Atlantic, grew the interesting tales which the author gives, such\nas \u201cIsland of Youth,\u201d \u201cSwan Children of Lir,\u201d \u201cCastle of Active Door,\u201d\nand \u201cIsland of Seven Cities.\u201d King Arthur visited one of the Islands,\nand wrestled with Half-Man, which meant Habit, and when he fought his\nlast battle in the West, and sailed away, it was to Avalon, one of the\nenchanted isles.\n\nThese traditions were great psychic forces, that lured men on until\nthey discovered a new world, more marvelous than Atlantis. A fine book\nfor the story tellers and one bearing directly on American history.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n \u201cINDIAN SKETCHES, P\u00c8RE MARQUETTE AND THE LAST OF THE POTTAWATOMIE\n CHIEFS.\u201d By Cornelia Steketee Hulst. Price, 60 cents. Longmans, Green\n & Co., New York.\n\nMrs. Hulst combines historical data and literary art in such proportion\nas to make a most readable book, an Indian epic, beginning where the\nSong of Hiawatha left off, and bringing the Indian down to modern\ntimes. The story of the white man\u2019s injustice and greed toward the\nIndian should be told our children. Our histories have omitted the\naccounts of the exile and banishment of tribes to the Far West.\n\u201cTo frankly confess a fault indicates a higher plane of honor and\nsincerity,\u201d says the author. We have wronged our brothers, the Redmen,\nthe first Americans. Let us as far as we can right the wrong. The book\nis a voice from the present speaking to the future. No one can read the\nbook without feeling its appeal to fair play and eternal justice and\nright.\n\nThe Indian\u2019s religion of the Great Spirit, his folk-games and\nfolk-stories,\u2014a true folk-culture that came out of the countless ages\nof American geography and history may yet be made over into the culture\nof modern America for our good. The author has set us thinking.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n \u201cWILLIE WYLD,\u201d three volumes, Natural History Stories: \u201cVOYAGE TO\n THE ISLAND OF ZANZIBAR,\u201d \u201cHUNTING BIG GAME IN AFRICA,\u201c \u201dLOST IN THE\n JUNGLES OF AFRICA.\u201d By William James Morrison, with an introduction by\n Dr. P. P. Claxton, United States Commissioner of Education. Price, 60\n cents a vol. Publishing House M. E. Church South, Nashville, Tenn.\n\nThe wide circulation these books have had prove the author\u2019s position\nthat a story need not be a fairy story to hold a child\u2019s attention, but\nthat Natural History has a marvelous story of its own to tell. While\nthe books are instructive, yet the narrative holds the attention to the\nend. The plot is original and so is the method. Dr. Claxton says in\nhis Introduction, \u201cAll people like stories of adventure, boys and girls\nmost of all. Our ancestors told them about their camp fires, at night,\nin the long winter and on the meadows and in the openings of the great\nforests in the long twilights of the summer.\n\n\u201cDr. Morrison has become known among modern story tellers for his\nrealistic stories of adventure in which are interwoven valuable\ninformation of strange lands, peoples and animals. The stories in\n\u2018Willie Wyld\u2019 were first told by Dr. Morrison to the children of\nNashville, in the Children\u2019s Reading Room of the Public Library of\nthat city, and have been written down as told, hence their freshness,\nsimplicity and realism. I have just read them at a sitting without\nskipping a sentence, and I am sure many another child will want to do\nthe same.\u201d A helpful set of books for boys and girls.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n THE ALDINE SERIES OF READERS: The Primer, 32 cents; 1st Reader, 36\n cents; 2d Reader, 42 cents; 3d Reader, 48 cents; 4th Reader, 65 cents;\n 5th Reader, 75 cents; 4th, 5th, 6th and 7th Grade Readers, 48 cents\n each.\n\n LEARNING TO READ. A Teachers\u2019 Manual, 60 cents. By Frank E. Spaulding,\n Superintendent of Schools, Newton, Mass., and Catherine T. Bryce,\n Supervisor of Primary Schools, Newton, Mass. Newson & Company, New\n York.\n\nThese Readers are based on the Aldine Method of Teaching Reading, as\nexplained in \u201cLearning to Read,\u201d\u2014A Manual for Teachers. Attractive\nas they undoubtedly are, with Miss Webb\u2019s delightful illustrations\nand the excellent general arrangement of the material, they are far\nmore important in the means employed to attract and hold the child\u2019s\nattention; in the way in which they arouse the child\u2019s interest and\nstimulate and direct the child\u2019s thought. The Aldine Method in reading\nis in reality the Story Telling method of teaching the child to read.\n\nThus, learning to read by the Aldine Method, or the story-telling\nmethod, appeals to the child as real pleasure; he enters upon the\nundertaking with the enthusiasm of his play and his recreation. It is\nan enthusiasm which does not easily tire.\n\nAny teacher who is interested in the art of story telling as a means of\ninstruction for young children will surely be interested in the Aldine\nReaders.\n\n\n\n\n                        Story Tellers\u2019 Leagues\n\n\nTHE STORYTELLERS\u2019 MAGAZINE publishes for the convenience of those\ninterested in the story telling movement a finding list of Story\nTellers\u2019 Leagues throughout the United States. Correspondence is\ninvited in order to supply omissions caused by lack of information so\nthat the MAGAZINE may be made as complete as possible.\n\nLeagues marked with a * publish Year Books.\n\n\n                  The National Story Tellers\u2019 League\n\n          HOME OFFICE: 27 West Twenty-third Street, New York\n\n\nOfficers\n\n  Richard T. Wyche, President\n  27 West 23d St., N.\u202fY.\n\n  James H. Van Sickle, Vice President\n  Superintendent of Schools, Springfield, Mass.\n\n  R. M. Hodge, Secretary\n  552 West 113th St., N.\u202fY.\n\n  W. H. Keister, Treasurer\n  Superintendent of Schools, Harrisonburg, Va.\n\n\n  ALABAMA\n\n  BIRMINGHAM\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Care J. H. Phillips, Supt. Birmingham Public Schools\n\n  MONTEVALLO\n\n  *ALABAMA GIRLS\u2019 TECHNICAL INSTITUTE\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Myrtle Brooke, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Alabama Girls\u2019 Technical Institute, Montevallo, Ala.\n\n  TUSCUMBIA\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Rayner Tillman, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Care Public Schools, Tuscumbia, Ala.\n\n  ARKANSAS\n\n  LITTLE ROCK\n\n  *STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Grace Boyce, _President_\n  Miss Dora Hooper, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Care Superintendent City Schools, Little Rock, Ark.\n\n  COLORADO\n\n  DENVER\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Edwina Fallis, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P.\u202fO. Address\u2014637 Franklin St., Denver, Col.\n\n  CONNECTICUT\n\n  HARTFORD\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Prof. E. P. St. John, _President_\n  Miss Ethel H. Wooster, _Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Hartford School Religious Pedagogy, Hartford, Conn.\n\n  GEORGIA\n\n  ATHENS\n\n  \u201cROUND TABLE\u201d\n  Prof. D. L. Earnest, _President_\n  Miss Janie Tharpe, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014State Normal, Athens, Ga.\n\n  ATLANTA\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Mr. George B. Hinman, _Hon. President_\n  Mrs. Charles Goodman, _President_\n  Mrs. Meta Barker, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u201424 Park Lane, Ansley Park, Atlanta, Ga.\n\n  \u201cJUST-SO\u201d STORY TELLERS\u2019 CLUB\n  Mr. Walter McElrath, _President_\n  Miss Meta Barker, _Secretary and Treasurer_\n  P. O. Address\u201468 East Avenue, Atlanta, Ga.\n\n  DALTON\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Mr. T. S. Lucas, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Supt. City Schools, Dalton, Ga.\n\n  ILLINOIS\n\n  BLOOMINGTON\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Frances E. Foote, _Hon. President_\n  Mrs. C. B. Hanson, _President_\n  Mrs. Perry B. Johnson, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014402 West Chestnut St., Bloomington, Ill.\n\n  CARBONDALE\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Fadra R. Holmes, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014State Normal School, Carbondale, Ill.\n\n  CHICAGO\n\n  *STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE. (Chicago Branch Natl. S.\u202fT.\u202fL.)\n  Miss Alice O\u2019Grady, _President_\n  Miss Grace Hemingway, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014444 N. Oak Park Ave., Oak Park, Ill.\n\n  DECATUR\n\n  STORY CLUB\n  Miss Flora B. Smith, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014657 W. Main St., Decatur, Ill.\n\n  NORMAL\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE, Normal University\n  Frances E. Foote, _President_\n  Miss Ada Kreider, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Normal University, Normal, Ill.\n\n  SPRINGFIELD\n\n  SANGAMON COUNTY STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Emma Grant, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address, Care of Superintendent Schools, Springfield, Ill.\n\n  IOWA\n\n  DES MOINES\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Jeanette Ezekiels, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Kindergarten Dept., Drake University, Des Moines, Ia.\n\n  KANSAS\n\n  KANSAS CITY\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Mary L. Dougherty, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014540 Oakland Ave., Kansas City, Kan.\n\n  TOPEKA\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Linna E. Bresette, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014506 Polk St., Topeka, Kan.\n\n  KENTUCKY\n\n  COVINGTON\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Lily Southgate, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014High School, Covington, Ky.\n\n  FORT THOMAS\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _President_\n  Miss Bessie J. White, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Southgate Ave., Fort Thomas, Ky.\n\n\n  LOUISVILLE\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Nannie Lee Frayser, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014University School, Louisville, Ky.\n\n  NEWPORT\n\n  CAMPBELL COUNTY STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _President_\n  Miss Florence Savage, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u201436 Home Ave., Newport, Ky.\n\n  LOUISIANA\n\n  NEW ORLEANS\n\n  *STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Eleanor Payne, _President_\n  Miss Ida Barnett, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u20141631 Octavia St., New Orleans, La.\n\n  SHREVEPORT\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Pearl Fortson, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014High School, Shreveport, La.\n\n  MASSACHUSETTS\n\n  WORCESTER\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 CLUB\n  Miss Edna Collamore, _President_\n  Miss Mary Woodward, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u201440 Merrick St., Worcester, Mass.\n\n  MICHIGAN\n\n  ADRIAN\n\n  *STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Nellie Stow, _President_\n  Miss Fanny Rich, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Care Public Library, Adrian, Mich.\n\n  CALUMET\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Mrs. Robert Wetzel, _President_\n  Miss Ella Josey, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Care C. & H. Library, Calumet, Mich.\n\n  DETROIT\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Mary Conover, _President_\n  Miss Alice M. Alexander, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Children\u2019s Room, Public Library, Detroit, Mich.\n\n  MISSOURI\n\n  ST. JOSEPH\n\n  *ST. JOSEPH STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Martina Martin, _President_\n  Miss Georgiana Behne, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014209 North 18th Street, St. Joseph, Mo.\n\n  MISSISSIPPI\n\n  BLUE MOUNTAIN\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Jennie Hardy, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Blue Mountain College, Blue Mountain, Miss.\n\n  COLUMBUS\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n\n  Miss Rosa B. Knox, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Normal Institute, Columbus, Miss.\n\n  MONTANA\n\n  BOZEMAN\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Mrs. R. J. Cunninghan, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Bozeman, Mont.\n\n  DILLON\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Florence Mayer, _President_\n  Miss Susie Karas, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014State Normal, Dillon, Mont.\n\n  HELENA\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Mr. J. W. Curtis, _President_\n  Miss Lucile Dyas, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Care City Schools, Helena, Mont.\n\n  NEBRASKA\n\n  OMAHA\n\n  *STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Mrs. C. W. Axtell, _President_\n  Miss Emma Rosicky, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u20141015 William St., Omaha, Neb.\n\n  *WYCHE STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Ida M. Crowell, _President_\n  Miss Mary Krebs, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u20141332 S. 25th Ave., Omaha, Neb.\n\n\n  LINCOLN\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE, Nebraska State Teachers\u2019 Association\n  Miss Margaret Cleland, _President_\n  P. O. Address\u20142491 Q Street, Lincoln, Neb.\n\n  NEW YORK\n\n  NEW YORK CITY\n\n  KNICKERBOCKER STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Mrs. E. D. Burt, _President_\n  Mrs. Anna P. Ball, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014500 West 121st Street, New York.\n\n  INFORMAL FIRESIDE STORY TELLING CIRCLE\n  Miss L. A. Palmer, _President_\n  Miss Charlotte Cornish, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014235 East 18th St., New York\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE, Y.W.C.A. Training School\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014113 East 34th Street, New York.\n\n  SYRACUSE\n\n  STORY TELLER\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Maude C. Stewart, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Care Willard School, Syracuse, N.\u202fY.\n\n  NORTH CAROLINA\n\n  WILSON\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Daphne Carraway, _President_\n  Miss Florence Mayerberg, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014208 North Pine Street, Wilson, N.\u202fC.\n\n  OHIO\n\n  CINCINNATI\n\n  *STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Pearl Carpenter, _President_\n  Miss L. O\u2019Neill, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u20142371 Fairview Ave., Cincinnati, O.\n\n  OXFORD\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Annie Logan, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Miami University, Oxford, O.\n\n  PIQUA\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Jessie H. Masden, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Schmidlapp Free Public Library, Piqua, O.\n\n  OKLAHOMA\n\n  PONCA CITY\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Lenna Mead, _President_\n  Miss Roberta McCullough, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Ponca City, Okla.\n\n  PENNSYLVANIA\n\n  PHILADELPHIA\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Prof. F. A. Child, _President_\n  Miss Helen D. Mills, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Box 38, College Hall, University of Pennsylvania,\n    Philadelphia, Pa.\n\n  NORTH EAST\n\n  NORTH EAST STORY TELLERS\u2019 CLUB\n  Miss Laura Selkregg, _President_\n  Miss Almeda Wells, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014140 W. Main St., North East, Pa.\n\n  SOUTH CAROLINA\n\n  TIMMONSVILLE\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Annie W. Shuler, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Box 247, Timmonsville, S.\u202fC.\n\n  TENNESSEE\n\n  HARRIMAN\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Inez A. Ayers, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Public Library, Harriman, Tenn.\n\n  NASHVILLE\n\n  *STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Elizabeth Oehmig, _President_\n  Miss Cornelia Barksdale, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u20141207 Ordway Place, Nashville, Tenn.\n\n\n  TEXAS\n\n  SAN ANTONIO\n\n  MARK TWAIN STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014High School, San Antonio, Tex.\n\n  WACO\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE OF BAYLOR UNIVERSITY SUMMER SCHOOL\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014Care Prof. W. W. Pelham, Waco, Tex.\n\n  VIRGINIA\n\n  HARRISONBURG\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Prof. C. J. Heatwole, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014State Normal School, Harrisonburg, Va.\n\n  RICHMOND\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Miss Lucy Coleman, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Secretary_\n  P. 0. Address\u201413 North 5th Street, Richmond, Va.\n\n  WEST VIRGINIA\n\n  GLENVILLE\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Mr. Blaine Engle, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014State Normal School, Glenville, W. Va.\n\n  HINTON\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Mr. R. L. Cole, _President_\n  \u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014High School, Hinton, W. Va.\n\n  MORGANTOWN\n\n  BEOWULF STORY TELLERS\u2019 CLUB\n  Mr. J. A. McRae, _President_\n  Miss Marian Tapp, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014West Virginia University, Morgantown, W. Va.\n\n  WHITE SULPHUR SPRINGS\n\n  STORY TELLERS\u2019 LEAGUE\n  Mr. H. C. Bailey, _President_\n  Miss Bettie Dunbar, _Cor. Secretary_\n  P. O. Address\u2014White Sulphur Springs, W. Va.\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: Mother and child]\n\n                       The School of Mothercraft\n\n                        OFFERS BRIEF COURSES IN\n\nStory Telling, Nursery Play and Handwork; Methods of Teaching Nature\nStudy; Practical Child Study.\n\nClasses for Mothers, Mothers\u2019 Assistants, Sunday School Workers, Social\nWorkers. Reference Library.\n\n  _For further particulars, write the Director_,\n\n  Summer Address:      MARY L. READ\n  59 West 96th St., New York City\n\n\n\n\n                       Business Manager\u2019s Story\n\n\nWell, we came, we are seen, we are conquered\u2014by the many kind things\nour readers are saying about us.\n\nOf course, we understand our friends and well wishers are apt to\nemphasize our good points and minimize our failings. The most\nconscientious critics are perhaps silent over our shortcomings out of\nsympathy and good nature.\n\nWe hope not, however. Constructive ideas from friendly critics is the\nmost encouraging form of appreciation. The best service any one can\nrender the Magazine is to show how it can be made better.\n\nTHE STORYTELLERS\u2019 letter bag since the publication of the first\nnumber of the Magazine has been running over with comment of the most\nencouraging nature, and, as we venture to hope the public at large will\nshare in some degree our pleasure over the cordial recognition of our\nefforts which it indicates, we give below a few of the many comments\nreceived:\n\n AMHERST, N. H. Miss Rebecca Spaulding writes:\n\n \u201cPerhaps you will be interested in knowing that at the news-stand\n where I stopped to buy the magazine the first day it was out the\n newsboy himself was devouring it.\u201d\n\n \u201cIs it a good Magazine?\u201d I asked.\n\n \u201cIt\u2019s better\u2019n the novels,\u201d he answered with a bright smile, and was\n soon lost in its pages again.\n\n \u201cIsn\u2019t that a good advertisement in itself.\u201d\n\nSAINT LOUIS, MO. Percival Chubb, President of the Ethical Society\nwrites:\n\n \u201cCongratulations on your first number. It promises very well and I\n hope you will be receiving assistance all over the country which will\n enable you to make a notable thing of your new venture.\u201d\n\nILLINOIS NORMAL UNIVERSITY. Miss Frances E. Foote writes:\n\n \u201cHurrah for the Storytellers\u2019 Magazine! I\u2019m delighted with this\n initial number.\u201d\n\nYONKERS, N. Y. 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Column II gives the price upon\nreceipt of which the book named will be sent post-paid together with\nThe Storytellers\u2019 Magazine for one year. Remittances may safely be made\nby Money or Express Order or by draft on New York. All communications\nshould be sent to The Storytellers\u2019 Magazine, 27 West 23d Street,\nNew York, giving the name of the book wanted; the date at which the\nsubscription to The Storytellers\u2019 Magazine should begin, and the name\nand full post-office address of the sender.\n\n\n                           I. Story Telling\n\n                                         Column I        Column II\n                                          Price            Price\n                                      at which Book      of Book and\n                                       will be sent    THE STORYTELLERS\u2019\n                                         post-paid       MAGAZINE for\n                                                            one year\n                                                   Book and\n                                                 STORYTELLERS\u2019\n  BRYANT, Sara Cone.\u2014How to Tell Stories           MAGAZINE\n        to Children,                         1.00   Combined   $1.65\n     Stories to Tell Children.               1.00               1.65\n  HOUGHTON, Louise.\u2014Telling Bible Stories   1.25        \u201d       1.85\n  KEYES.\u2014Stories and Story-Telling.         1.25        \u201d       1.85\n  LYMAN, Edna.\u2014Story-Telling: What to\n        Tell and How to Tell It             0.75        \u201d       1.55\n  PARTRIDGE, E. N. & G. P.\u2014Story-Telling\n        in School and Home.                 1.25        \u201d       1.75\n  WYCHE, R. T.\u2014Some Great Stories and\n        How to Tell Them.                   1.00                1.55\n\n\nII. Bible Stories\n\n  BUNYAN.\u2014Pilgrim\u2019s Progress.               1.00        \u201d       1.65\n  CHISHOLM.\u2014Stories from The Old Testament. 0.50        \u201d       1.30\n  CHURCH.\u2014Story of the Last Days of\n           Jerusalem.                       1.25        \u201d       1.85\n  HODGES.\u2014Saints and Heroes.                1.35        \u201d       1.95\n  KELMAN.\u2014Stories from the Life of Christ.  0.50        \u201d       1.30\n  PENDLETON.\u2014In Assyrian Tents.             0.75        \u201d       1.55\n  SHEPARD.\u2014Young Folks Josephus.            1.25        \u201d       1.85\n  SIVITER.\u2014Nehe, Story of Nehemiah.         1.50        \u201d       2.10\n  TOLSTOI.\u2014Where Love Is\u2014There is God Also. 0.35        \u201d       1.25\n\n\nIII. Epics, Romances and Classic Tales\n\n  ARNOLD.\u2014Sohrab and Rustem.                0.25        \u201d       1.15\n  BALDWIN.\u2014Story of Roland.                 1.50        \u201d       2.10\n  BALDWIN.\u2014Story of Siegfried.              1.50        \u201d       2.10\n  CARPENTER.\u2014Hellenic Tales.                0.60        \u201d       1.45\n  CHURCH.\u2014Odyssey for Boys and Girls.       1.50        \u201d       2.10\n  CHURCH.\u2014Stories of Charlemagne.           1.75        \u201d       2.25\n  CHURCH.\u2014Stories of Homer.                 1.25        \u201d       1.85\n  CRAWFORD.\u2014Tr. the Kalevala, the National\n        Epic of Finland.                    3.00        \u201d       3.50\n  DARTON.\u2014Tales of the Canterbury Pilgrims. 1.50        \u201d       2.10\n  DARTON.\u2014Wonder-book of Old Romance.       1.50        \u201d       2.10\n  DAVIDSON.\u2014A Knight Errant\u2014Story of\n        Amadis of Gaul.                     1.75        \u201d       2.25\n  HAVELL.\u2014Stories from Don Quixote.         1.50        \u201d       2.10\n  HIGGINSON.\u2014Tales of the Enchanted\n        Islands of the Atlantic             1.50        \u201d       2.10\n  HOLBROOK.\u2014Northland Heroes.               0.35        \u201d       1.25\n  HULL.\u2014The Boy\u2019s Cuchulain-Irish Hero\n        Legends.                            1.50        \u201d       2.10\n  IRVING.\u2014Tales from the Alhambra.          0.60        \u201d       1.40\n  LANG, A.\u2014Book of Romance.                 1.60        \u201d       2.15\n  LANG, Andrew.\u2014\u201dTales of Troy and\n        Greece.\u201d                            1.00        \u201d       1.65\n  LANG, L. B.\u2014Red Book of Heroes.           1.60        \u201d       2.15\n  LANIER.\u2014The Boy\u2019s King Arthur.            2.00        \u201d       2.45\n  MABIE.\u2014Heroes Every Child Should\n        Know.                               0.50        \u201d       1.30\n  MACLEOD.\u2014Book of King Arthur, etc.\n        (Inexpensive edition.)              1.00        \u201d       1.65\n  MACLEOD.\u2014Book of King Arthur and His\n        Noble Knights.                      1.50        \u201d       2.10\n  MACLEOD.\u2014Stories from the Faerie Queene   1.50        \u201d       2.10\n  MCSPADDEN.\u2014Stories from Wagner.           0.50        \u201d       1.30\n  MCSPADDEN.\u2014Stories from Chaucer.          0.50        \u201d       1.30\n  MARSHALL.\u2014Stories of Beowulf.             0.50        \u201d       1.30\n  MARSHALL.\u2014Stories of Childe Roland.       0.50        \u201d       1.30\n  MARSHALL.\u2014Story of William Tell.          0.50        \u201d       1.30\n  MORRIS.\u2014Story of Sigurd the Volsung.      2.00        \u201d       2.45\n  PALMER.\u2014Tr. Odyssey of Homer.             1.00        \u201d       1.65\n  PYLE.\u2014Story of King Arthur and his Knights. 2.00      \u201d       2.45\n  PYLE.\u2014Story of Launcelot and his Companions.2.00      \u201d       2.45\n  PYLE.\u2014Some Merry Adventures of Robin\n          Hood. (Condensed)                 0.50        \u201d       1.30\n  PYLE.\u2014Merry Adventures of Robin Hood      3.00        \u201d       3.30\n  RAGOZIN.\u2014Frithj and Roland.               1.25        \u201d       1.85\n  RAGOZIN.\u2014Siegfried and Beowulf.           1.25        \u201d       1.85\n  ROYDE-SMITH.\u2014Una and the Red Cross Knight.2.50        \u201d       2.85\n  TEGNER.\u2014Frithiof\u2019s Saga.                  1.25        \u201d       1.85\n  TINKER.\u2014Beowulf. Tr. by Tinker.           1.00        \u201d       1.65\n  WILMOT-BUXTON.\u2014Stories of Persian Heroes. 1.50        \u201d       2.10\n  WILSON.\u2014The Story of the Cid.             1.25        \u201d       1.85\n\n\nIV. Fables, Myths, Heroes and Folk Lore\n\n  \u00c6SOP\u2019S FABLES.\u2014Ed. by Joseph Jacobs.        1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  ANDERSEN.\u2014Wonder Stories.                   1.00       \u201d      1.65\n  AUSTIN.\u2014The Basket Woman\u2014Ute Indian Tales.  1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  BALDWIN.\u2014Story of the Golden Age.           1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  BALDWIN.\u2014Wonder-book of Horses.             0.75       \u201d      1.60\n  BLUMENTHAL.\u2014Folk Tales from the Russians    0.60       \u201d      1.45\n  BRADISH.\u2014Old Norse Stories.                 0.45       \u201d      1.28\n  BROWN.\u2014In the Days of Giants.               1.10       \u201d      1.85\n  BRYCE.\u2014Fables from Afar.                    0.45       \u201d      1.28\n          Short Stories for Little Folks.     0.35       \u201d      1.20\n  BRYCE.\u2014That\u2019s Why Stories.                  0.45       \u201d      1.28\n  DASENT.\u2014Popular Tales from the Norse.       2.50       \u201d      2.85\n  GRIFFIS.\u2014The Fire-Fly\u2019s Lovers, Japanese\n          Folk Tales.                         1.00       \u201d      1.65\n  GRIMM.\u2014Household Stories. Tr. by Crane.     1.00       \u201d      1.70\n  HAWTHORNE.\u2014Wonderbook and Tanglewood Tales. 1.00       \u201d      1.70\n  HARRIS.\u2014Uncle Remus and His Friends.        1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  HARRIS.\u2014Uncle Remus, His Songs and Sayings. 2.00       \u201d      2.45\n  KINGSLEY.\u2014Heroes of Greek Fairy Tales.      1.00       \u201d      1.65\n  KUPFER.\u2014Legends of Greece and Rome.         0.75       \u201d      1.60\n  LAGERL\u00d6F.\u2014Swedish Folk Tales.               1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  LANG, Andrew.\u2014True Story Book.              2.00       \u201d      2.45\n  MABIE.\u2014Norse Stories Retold from The Eddas. 1.25       \u201d      1.75\n  PEABODY.\u2014Old Greek Folk Stories.            0.25       \u201d      1.15\n  RAMASWAMI, Raju.\u2014Indian Fables.             1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  ROULET-NIXON.\u2014Japanese Folk Stories\n          and Fairy Tales.                    0.40       \u201d      1.25\n  SCUDDER.\u2014Children\u2019s Book.                   2.50       \u201d      2.85\n  STORR.\u2014Half-a-Hundred Hero Tales.           1.35       \u201d      1.95\n  WIGGIN & SMITH.\u2014Tales of Laughter.          1.35       \u201d      1.95\n  WIGGIN & SMITH.\u2014Tales of Wonder.            1.50       \u201d      1.95\n  ZITKALA-SA.\u2014Old Indian Legends.             0.60       \u201d      1.40\n\n\nV. Fairy Tales\u2014Old and New\n\n  ANDERSEN.\u2014Fairy Tales. Tr. by Mrs. Lucas.   2.50       \u201d      2.85\n  ANDERSEN.\u2014Fairy Tales. Vol. I.              0.40       \u201d      1.25\n    Vol. II.                                  0.40       \u201d      1.25\n  ANDERSEN.\u2014Stories and Tales.                0.30       \u201d      1.20\n  ASBJORNSEN.\u2014Fairy Tales from the Far\n          North (Burt).                       1.00       \u201d      1.65\n  BALDWIN.\u2014Fairy Stories and Fables.          0.35       \u201d      1.25\n  BAIN.\u2014Russian Fairy Tales.                  0.00       \u201d      1.65\n  BAIN.\u2014Cossack Fairy Tales and Folk Tales.   0.00       \u201d      1.65\n  CARY.\u2014Fairy Legends of the French\n          Provinces.                          0.60       \u201d      1.45\n  CHISHOLM.\u2014In Fairy Land.                    3.00       \u201d      3.30\n  COMPTON.\u2014American Indian Fairy Tales.       1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  CRAIK.\u2014The Fairy Book.                      0.50       \u201d      1.30\n  DOLE.\u2014Russian Fairy Book.                   2.00       \u201d      2.45\n  GRIMM.\u2014Fairy Tales. Tr. by Mrs. Lucas.\n          Ill. by Arthur Rackham.             1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  JACOBS.\u2014Celtic Fairy Tales.                 1.00       \u201d      1.65\n  JACOBS.\u2014More Celtic Fairy Tales.            1.25       \u201d      1.85\n  JACOBS.\u2014English Fairy Tales.                1.00       \u201d      1.65\n  JACOBS.\u2014More English Fairy Tales.           1.25       \u201d      1.85\n  JACOBS.\u2014Indian Fairy Tales.                 1.00       \u201d      1.65\n  LANG, Andrew.\u2014Blue True Story Book.         2.00       \u201d      2.45\n  LANG, Andrew.\u2014Crimson Fairy Book.           1.60       \u201d      2.15\n  MACDONNELL.\u2014Italian Fairy Book.             1.35       \u201d      1.90\n  OZAKI.\u2014Japanese Fairy Book.                 1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  RHYS.\u2014Fairy Gold.                           0.70       \u201d      1.55\n  WILLISTON.\u2014Japanese Fairy Tales.            0.75       \u201d      1.55\n\n\nVI. History, Biography, Travel and Adventure\n\n  ABBOTT.\u2014Daniel Boone.                       1.25       \u201d      1.85\n          Christopher Carson, Known as Kit\n            Carson.                           1.25       \u201d      1.85\n  ABBOTT.\u2014David Crockett.                     1.25       \u201d      1.85\n  AMBROSI.\u2014When I was a Girl in Italy.        0.75       \u201d      1.55\n  BARNES.\u2014Yankee Ships and Yankee Sailors.    0.50       \u201d      1.30\n  BOLTON.\u2014Lives of Poor Boys Who Became\n            Famous.                           1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  BOYESEN.\u2014Boyhood in Norway.                 1.25       \u201d      1.85\n  BROOKS.\u2014Story of Marco Polo.                1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  BROOKS.\u2014True Story of Christopher Columbus. 1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  BUTTERWORTH.\u2014Zigzag Journeys around\n          the World. Per vol.                 1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  CARPENTER.\u2014Asia.                            0.60       \u201d      1.45\n  CARPENTER.\u2014South America.                   0.60       \u201d      1.45\n  CHURCH.\u2014Stories of the East from Herodotus. 1.25       \u201d      1.85\n  CUSTER (Mrs).\u2014Boy General. Story of\n          the Life of Major-General George\n          A. Custer.                          0.50       \u201d      1.40\n  DANA.\u2014Two Years Before the Mast\n          (University).                       1.00       \u201d      1.65\n  DU CHAILLU.\u2014Country of the Dwarfs.          1.25       \u201d      1.85\n          Lost in the Jungle.                 1.25       \u201d      1.85\n          My Apingi Kingdom.                  1.25       \u201d      1.85\n          Stories of the Gorilla Country.     1.25       \u201d      1.85\n          Wild Life Under The Equator.        1.25       \u201d      1.85\n  DUTTON.\u2014Little Stories of Germany.          0.40       \u201d      1.25\n  GARLAND.\u2014Boy Life on the Prairie.           1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  GIBSON.\u2014In Eastern Wonder-Lands.            1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  GOLDING.\u2014Story of David Livingston.         0.50       \u201d      1.30\n  HAWTHORNE.\u2014Biographical Stories.            0.25       \u201d      1.15\n  JENKS.\u2014Boy\u2019s Book of Explorations.          2.00       \u201d      2.45\n  JOHNSTON AND SPENCER.\u2014Ireland\u2019s Story       1.40       \u201d      2.05\n  KINGSLEY.\u2014Westward Ho!                      0.60       \u201d      1.45\n  KNOX.\u2014Boy Travellers in Great Britain\n          and Ireland.                        2.00       \u201d      2.45\n  MABIE.\u2014Heroines Every Child Should Know.    0.50       \u201d      1.30\n  MCMANUS.\u2014Our Little Hindu Cousin.           0.60       \u201d      1.40\n  MACGREGOR.\u2014Story of France.                 2.50       \u201d      2.85\n  PARKMAN.\u2014Oregon Trail.                      0.40       \u201d      1.25\n  ROOSEVELT AND LODGE.\u2014Hero Tales\n          from American History.              1.50       \u201d      2.10\n  ROOSEVELT.\u2014Ranch Life and the Hunting\n               Trail.                         2.50       \u201d      2.85\n  SCHWATKA.\u2014Children of the Cold.             1.25       \u201d      1.85\n  STARR.\u2014American Indians.                    0.45       \u201d      1.30\n  TAPPAN.\u2014Story of the Greek People.          1.50       \u201d      2.00\n           Story of the Roman People.         1.50       \u201d      2.00\n  VAN BERGEN.\u2014Story of Russia.                0.65       \u201d      1.50\n  WHITE.\u2014The Magic Forest.                    0.50       \u201d      1.30\n  YOUNGE.\u2014Book of Golden Deeds.               1.00       \u201d      1.55\n\n\n\n\n                         STORIES FOR CHILDREN\n\n\n=TWO LITTLE RUNAWAYS= (_Just Published_)\n\n Adapted and revised by MELVIN HIX and WALTER L. 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By\nteaching the child to listen well, the teacher is preparing him to read\nwell.\n\nStory tellers use the Aldine Method, because learning to read in\nthis way appeals to the child as a real pleasure; he enters upon the\nundertaking with the enthusiasm of his play and recreation.\n\n=Do YOU use the ALDINE METHOD OF READING?=\n\nIf not the publishers will welcome an opportunity to tell you all about\nit.\n\n\n  NEWSON & COMPANY, Publishers\n  Boston      NEW YORK      Chicago","title":"The Story Tellers' Magazine, Vol. I, No. 2, July 1913","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":22780}