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THE BOYS OF—CAPE TOWN
BY E. B. BIGGAiit
dupe Town, es you know, is a town and hie eyes large and bright. He has
on the seacoast at the Gape of Good no shirt or necktie under his coat, and
Hope, and the Cape of Good Hope is is barefoot, He ,seemsshy and does
the southern end of Africa. It is hi not feel at home among the others. He,
a beautiful and quiet valley, where is a Kaffir, and.has not lived tong in
the sun shins brighter and clearer, the town;, that is why he is bashful.
than in Engeand, or even in most parte Perhaps he comes from the land of
of America. the Galikas, a tribe of negroes who
Just above the city there rises. a were' conquered by the white people of
mountain, which is more than 3,500the Cape, and many of them captured
feet right over the sea, and alrnost and brought down to Cape Town,
straight Up.arid down like a wall for where they were compelled to work as
• more than half its height.
They call it Table Mountain, be-
cause it is wide and broad and flat on
the top, It can be seen e long way at
sea --nearly a hundred miles—and
then'it looks like a great square block
servants for two or three years. Or
perhaps he is. a • Kaffir ell the way
from Zululand, the place 'where King
Cetywayo lived.
In the crowd, there is a dark brown.
lad; like an Indian, with stfaight, black
rising out of the ocean, ' hair and black, sioarp eyes, and thin-
Oftee when all the rest of the sky
is quite clear there will be white
clouds" hanging over this mountain.
They are a sign of the southeast
winds, that blow vett' hard there; and,
When people see them, they say "the
table -cloth is laid;on Table.Mountain."
At the foot of Cape Town there is a
large bay called Table Bay. Where the
town is built is called Table Valley; so
there you have three tables—Table
Mountain, Table Vsiaey and Table
Bay.
Now we will sit on one of these
tables and see what the boys do in
Cape Town. They are a strange lot
of boys. here. I suppose -you think, be-
cans it is Africa they are all negroes
--such • as you see in the pictures—
with hardly any clothes to wear. -
No; there are plenty of black boys,
be sure, but there are plenty of white
boys, too—as white as any boy in Am-
erica, and plenty of brown boys, Yet -ow
boys, olive boys, and nearly -red boys,
and boys of all shades of colors.
The fathers and mothers of these
boys come from all parts of the world;
not only from Bngland, Scotland, Ire-
land, Germany,, Sweden, -Russia,
France and those other countries, but
from Arabia, from India;:from China,
from the Malay Peninsula, ' from
Japan, from St. Helena—where Na-
ner nose than the rest. He has a small,:.
round cap, too, and is dressed nearly
like the boy in red. And who is he?
Well, his father is what they call a
"coolie"—that is,native of Hast In-
dia, who works as a laborer. He came
here fromanother country in Africa,
called Natal, where they work in the
sugar plantations.
Now there is another boy, standing
by this coolie boy, that might be his
brother, they look so much alike. But
yet this one comes from St, Helena, an
island • in the Atlantic Ocean, about
eight hundred miles northwest from
Cape Town, and not northeast, where
India is.
here is a funny litle fellow,
with face pale -yellow and body as thin
as a ghost. His hair is curly, but not
let black, like most of the others. His
nose seems flattened down on his face;
his .lips are very thick, and his mouth
very wide.
There is a queer kind of wrinkle
down his face; his cheek -bone sticks
out very much, and the skin of his
eye -lids seems to be folded somehow
over the corner of his twinkling eyes.
Perhaps you know by the picture -
books who this boy is. He is a Hotten-
tot. Some would say he is bushman
boy, but he is not. There are none of
these bush boys here' in this crowd,
poleon died -and, in fact, from almost but we could find them if we walked
every place, except from among the', about the tdwn.
poor Indians out West. And there are But I cannotbegin to describe each
some boys there whose fathers"andd boy in the crowd, there' are so many
mothers 'used to live in New York different kinds and colors and races.
and Boston. There seem to be mixtures of all
ATM such funny clothes some of those we have noticed. Perhaps one of.
these boys wear in Cape Town. There these lads may have a father --who is a
ie a white -plaster house, with a square 1 Malay, and a mother who is a Kaffir,
top and a fiat roof, and the boy sitting or negro. And so . they are mixed of
in the door is dressed•all in bright red. many races, and it is sad to think how
Why, he looks like some little boy in ignorant and howl dirty andidle most
a circus. His red cap is small and of them become. But that is the fault
round, with•no peak on it, and no trim- of their parents.
ming, except a black tassel on the top They live In poor houses, most of
His red coat comes down to the bottom 'them, and in some quarters of the
of hie red trousers, nearly, and looks town they sleep like the poor people in
likea nightgown trimmed with yellow London and New York, twenty and
cord. He gets up"and turns round to thirty in one room.
come out, and we see he is quite olive- This, of course, is a bad way to live,
colored. What country is he from? as the breath of so many people will
His grandfather and grandmother poison theairin a room and bring
were brought here as slaves about a
hundred years • ago from the Malay
country, in Asia, many hundred miles
away east. •
Why does, he wear that kind of
dress? Because bis people are Mo-
hammedans by religion, and he has
been with them to Mecca and Medina,
Arabia, where Mohammed lived.
',-Many Mohammedans in Cape Town
go to Mecca as pilgrims, and when
they come back they wear long gowns,
to show that they have been there.
They are then called a Hadjie.
How -proud this boy struts up the
street! You would think he had been all
round the world, and to Mecca, too.
We see him go among a crowd of boys
at the street corner, and such a crowd!
All sorts and sizes and colors. There
is a good-looking white boy, well dress-
ed, and fit to be your cousin, talking
and hob-nobbing with a boy as black
as cbarcoal, but well dressed, too.
Some white boys would not associate
with him, but this boy does, for the ca--
oredboy and his people have always;
Hied here, and he is well behaved, and
goes to schee and` to Sunday school
with white boys.
Another.-bo.ythis crowd',. is
among
nearly aslaaclhbut his skin- is very
smooth -looking, his features regular,
sickness; but they know no better.
Now do these boys ever have any.
fun? Do they ever play games? Yes,
plenty of ,them. They play two or
three Dutch games, and most of them
talk Dutch better than. English, be-
cause the people who first lived here
were Dutch.
They play a kind of baseball, but
pitch -and -toss is their great game am-
ong little boys. And at night they get
together in hundreds .:las the back
streets, and in the light of the moon,
which shines very brightly there, they
play some sort of a game in a ring,.
singing in Dutch The police' allow
them to do this, and only punish them
when they begin to gamble ,with cards
which the Malay boysare very apt
to do,
In the evening or the morning, many
of these boys go down to the shore of
Table Bay to bathe, which is very
healthy for them; but the best fun
they seem to have is with 'tho goats.
! There are plenty of goats of differ-
ent breeds here—big and little, white,
-black and.b7own. Many of the boys
have harness and carts, and make the
goats draw them or their little sisters
about town, Sometimes they use them
to catty groceries from the stores or
vegetables from the market.
THREE. PRINCES
The interesting photograph above shows, left to right, Prince Leopold
of Belgium, whose betrothal to .X'riucess Astrid of Sweden was ennouaoed
last week, H.R.H. the Prince of Wales and Prince Charles. . of Belgium,
brother • of Leopold.
I mean that the boys use them for
this purpose, but the men use donkeys
and carts as well as horses. Some of
these boya are very fond of goats;
especially when they own them, and
two or three colored boys may often be
seen leading the goats on the hillside
above the town .to pasture all the- day
long.
It is often a very pretty sight indeed
to see groups of Malay and colored
boys and girls, dressed in all sorts of
bright colors, such as orange, or yel-
low, or crimson, or pink, or green -the
boys bareheaded andthe girls with
orange or yellow silk handkerchiefs on
their heads—and to see them romping
about and playing pranks with the
animals,' as they wander over the
hillsides
Ex Kaiser Still "His Majesty." '
The ex -Raiser . of Germany is re-
ferred to in the new Berlin telephone
directory as "His Majesty." -
Canada's Sport Fish.
Canadian sport fleh have acquired a
-reputation throughout the world, and
wealthy sportsmen from many coun-
tries have visited our shores to teat
their skill against the savagery of
Canadian bass, salmon, trout, tuna,
maskinonge end other gamey epeoi-
mens. Quite recently shipments of.
land locked seamen were pent to Ires
land and trout eggs, to Japan to stook
the lakes and streams of estates in
'those countries,for the benefit of
thoee who -have not the time to Seek
these specimens in thele Canadian
haunte. One thing that can never be
exported or transplanted, however, is
the rugged and magnificent scenery
which forma such a woaderfiul beck-
ground
ackground for outdoor recreation in Can-
ada.
on't be a man of one idea. It
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makes you a pian of no ideas.
HOW TO FIND REAL LOVE
Ask Yourself These Questions Before' You Propose.
A yong man wants to know how he much over whether the girl loves you
as whether you love the girl.
The Acid Test.
can tell when he Is genuinely in love—
when he has a case of incurable heart
complaint and when he is_ merely af-
flicted with a passing fancy from
Which he will recover within 'a week
(writes a woman correspondent). He
-has asked the riddle of the ages that
nobody has been able to answer.
In both eases you have the same
thrills and palpitations, the same de-
lusions that make you see an ordinary,
commonplace girl as a perfect woman.
Love. or Loveit's?
When you arefirst smitten by this
malady there is no way to tellwhether
it is love or loveitis. Yet on a man's:
ability to diagnose his own case cor-
rectly depends -much aro, than life,
or death. His ,happiness • and that of I
the woman are et stake. In' marl.'
mon, it. is not so important for you to
pick out the ideal girl or even the girl
who is most euited to you as it is for
you to be head over heels in love with l
her, •
In .the days of courtship we are al-,
ways asking the other party: "Do you
love me?" If we were wiser we would
not waste our breath on that query.
Instead we should spend our tithe ask-
ing ourselves: "Do I really love this
man,' or .this woman?"
For if we love enough it does not
matter much who or what the beloved.
one is. If we love enough we never :
see the other's faults. But when, our
own love fails, -not all the charms, not
all the faecinatlons can raise one
single throb in our breast, When we
ourselves cease to -love the romance
is .over. Therefore, don't worry so
Rlai+f"T t EI LEIS By Gene Byrnes.
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Ths real acid test of love is not
absence but presence. It is easy
enough to be romantic and weave
haloes around a girl who Is far away;
but the question Is how does else af-
fect you when she Is at your side?
Have you the same interests and
the same tastes? Do you enjoy the
same things? . Are you two souls with
but a single thought, or do you find
yourself disagreeing over all sorts of
things?
If you are always arguing and quar-
relling, even though you always kiss
and make up, you have only the sur-
face attraction of opposites that is as
brittle as glass and that will not last
longer than the honeymoon. But if you
have a deep and abiding peace and joy
In each other's society, if you think
FROM THE FOUNTAIN -HEAD
Up in; the hills it had been•ralning
—long and • s'teadi'ly—and the 'thirsty
:earth: -dead aarailic in ,tile neater'with
grateful lip3 ,.So,mueit'had fallen, --that.
Gee earth could not make free of it
all; and undertleath• the ground trick-
ling streams had formed which ran
hither.anil yon among the roots and
rocks, seeking an outlet, Tlrry, little
rivulets they were, mere penroiilings
of water, without force enough to push
aside any'tleing but a few grains of
earth or a loose peble or two, lie they
seeped their way around in, the dark.
Finally one little .rivulet, finding an
easy downward passage, ran quickly
ahead, and all the ethers,, hurrying
atter, tumbled together with it
themegh the earth in a fullstream,
strong enough' to cut a channel for It-
self beneath the soil. On it went
through the soft earth till 11 came to
a great rock that stopped itspassage
and turned- it aebde toward the sur-
face, where it came welling u.p into the
eunshine, oloar and cool and spark-
ling—a spring, a woodland spring, a
fountain of pure water! How it
laughed and danced in the sunlight!
Aud then, pushed on ,by the tumbling
waters behind it, oveee�1owed and eau
lightly down the hillside, leaping, from
rook to rock—a mnuatain brook!
Other little brooks flour other little
tountaine met it on its way and poured -
their watersinto it. Fame grew along
its banks and epeokled:trout gleamed
1n its depths. The - hermit thrush
bathed In Its pools, and the shy fawn
drank at Its edge, And it sang to it-
self aai•t hurried along.
Nearing the foot of the mountain it
broadened its channel and spread out
its waters. It became a meadow
stream, singing its way over the
round, smooth stones of the pasture-
land, To hie pensive cows that stood
gratefully in its cool waves under the
willows it seemed to say, -
"Drink of me and be refreshed, I
am yours."
Ths blue forget-me-nots that border-
er it thanked 1t for its promise of
fide/ditty; the minowsaccepted its hos-
pitelity; countless insects acknow
ledged its offers of support and sus -
te' anoe; and even little Bettina, when
she washed'the berry stains from )ler
Sryrnis, heard" its 'pleasant •r&pplinge as
i invitations to comfort and• aseurances
of purity. Elaoh one, to whom the
I meadow' stream ministered aa, It flow-
ed . along heard lie • song In his awn
tongue, but only the etream itself
!knew the meaning that underlay its
singing waters. a, '
1 Now it was apart midsummer, and
the meadow' stream was low, For
many weeks no wain had fallen into it
from the cloudless sky overhead, and
the hot rays of the $un had drawn off
much of its water'. Still, there was
enough, and the meadpw stream still'
sang as it flowed. And, well it might!
• Eor had it forgotten its song, it would
have ceased to flow. Rain might have
fallen from tile' sky overhead in tor -
'rents; the fields around might beooree
pools of standing water; but •the
meadow stream would have ceased to
be,
Lower and lower grew the water day
by day. The'oows no longer came to
drink under ' the, willows. The mla:
nows sought the shallow pools that
were left ,ander the -stones.." The for-
get -me -hots• on ,the bank began to dry,
land in the whole ,brook there' was
scarcely water enough to wash the
berry stains from little Bettina's arms.
till the sky overhead was clear and
blue, and still the meadow stream re-
membered the meaning of its song.
Finally, one day, the waters in the
stream began to rise. The sky over-
head was still Mire and cloudless, but
fuller and fuller grew the meadow
brook. The forget -me -nota revived;
the playful minnows darted about
from bank to bank; the cattle stood
again knee deep under the willows•;
the meadow brook was. full. Farmer
Lovett stood beside the stream and
watched the rushing waters.
It was smgtug the old song—the
song that kept it alive, the song that
1t had always sling since the day when
the bubbling b l! fountainpoured its
u b
waters onto' the mountainside.
"I know," it sang, "I knew where I
came from—came from."
"It's been raining back 1n the hills;"
said Farmer Lovett.
The Steersman's Song.
Tee fore•shrouds bar the moonlit scud,
The port -reds laps the sea.— s•
Aloft all taut, where the wind 'clouds
skim,
.Mow.to the cutwater snug and trier,
And the man at the wheel sings
low; singe he: -
"0h sea -room and lee -roam
And is gale to run afore,
From the Golden Gate to Sunda Strait;
But my heart lies snug asbore."
Her hull rc:Qs high, her nose dips low,
The rollers flash aloe --
Wallow and dip and the uptossed
screw
Sande heart -heats quivering through
and through—
.and ilio man at tits wheel sings low;
sings ile:
"Oh sea -room and lee -room
And a gale- to run, afore--
Sou'east by Bii'pth and a bone in her
mrnth,
But my heart lies snug ashore."
The steersman's arms are brown and
hard,
And pricked in file fore -arms be
A ship, an anchor, a love -knot true,
A heart of red and an arrow of blue;
And the man at the wheel sings low;
sings he:
''Ole sea -room and lee -room
And a gale to run afore--'
The ship to her chart, but Jack to his
' heart, •
And my heart lies snug aekore."
--Front "The Poems of Robert Camey
alike and see eye to eye, then you may on Roger.'
be sure that your feeling is genuine
love.
Another test of love is to find out
how you react to the girl's converse—
tion. More love is killed by boredom
than anything else. Before marriage
you.. may be enthralled by having a
girl tell you over anti over again hew
wonderful and strong and brave elle
thinks you are, But that line of con
versetion stops at file altar, and if
she has not intelligence enough to
keep you entertained after Jove -mak-
ing is barred, she will lose you.
Unless you find that you ipve a girl's
mind and soul, and admire them just
as much as you do her physical attrac-
tions, distrust your affection for her.
It won't 'stand the strain of everyday
11 1 "Five seearate and distinct scents"
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What it Was -Costing Him.
"Know what this cigar scat me?"
"No; bet l know what 11'e costing
rte."
"Costing you? What?"
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Radio Saved Starving
Hunters.
The long arm of radio reached into
the nub-Arctio wastes of nucleon Bay
last winter and saved from starvation
and passible death hunters and trap-
pers of a lonely trading post ou Hud-
son Bay, it was revealed redently.
Word has just come back from lonely
Southampton Island, at the extreme
northern' end of Hudson Bay, that
"life and death messages" broadcast
country -wide from Wsstingbouse
Radio Statiaits were successful. An-
other post, hundreds of miles away,
picked up the call and meshed by dog
sled to the Hudson's Bay Company's
Post, on Southampton Island, the food
that enabled hunters and trappers to
live through the winter.
A brief telegram was received at
Westinghouse Radio. Stations which
Bald: "Messages 1,0 Southampton Is-
land broadcast last winter from West-
inghouse Radio Stations were re-
ceived and rescue made by rushing
food and supplies from Chesterfield
Inlet. Radio message was picked up
by Father Plgelo, of the Oblate Fath-
ers, located at Chesterfield Inlet"
The telegram was the last chapter
lit a drama that began when the "Bays-
ek1mo," supply ship of the Hudeon'e
Bay Company, was crushed in the ice
off ',Hudson Straits, July 23, 1925. The
sltilp was then en route to Southamp-
ton'Ieland.
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A Little Mixed.
Father believed in educating his lit-
tle
ittle son Freddie on modern lines, and
he invented a new way of teaching
him the alphabet. This is the dialogue
that took place at the that lesson:
Father—"1 for Freddie."
Freddie—"F for Freddie."
"M for me."
"141 for you."
"No; Y for you."
'Orb, no! F for rte. You said se."
The lesson hereupon ended abrupt-
ly, and father intends to adopt the
hackneyed but simpler "A for apple"
system next time!
Breaking the News.
"Dad, the barometer has fallen!"
"Very much?"
"About five feet," said the boy, with
ahuilty look:
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YOU ARE
IMPORTANT
To -be oonselons of one's own inipor
ance le reckoned a failing. So itis
when the sense of it etieks out all over
you "like quills upon. the :fretful porta
pine!"
• Still, it's a worse fault to regard
yourself 08 a person of no importance
—as a' cipher, a nonentity, perhaps
even' a cog upon the world's great
'wheel. That 1s humility gone mad, and
no one who has a wholesome desire
to be of service' to his, fellow -men can
afford that type of self -depreciation.
Ths shortest cut to unimportance ie'.
to think yourself futile, for "there 58
nothing either good or bad, but think-
ing makes it so." Better tilt at wind-
mills, like Don Quixote,,, than let your
weapons rust in disuse. 1t is betted -
to be up an doing•—anything, crime ex
cepted than standing with your
hands in your pockets watching other
people.
You may not have ten talents, but
such es you have aro year' own, to
make or to mar you; and there are n0
duplicates. So, if you omit the doing
of the workyou were born to do, it
will remain undone to all eternity.
A greatecholar once said he was
born with a moderate amount of brain
matter, but that he had made "the
most of the stuff." He declined to re-
gard himself as a "dad." He succeed-
ed ins being one of the iiveat of "live
wiresi"
It makes me tired to hear people
talking about the degeneracy of the
age, the shiftlessness of the working
man, the need for longer hours and
less pay -whilst they .themselves are
not pulling all their weight In their
own little boat.
Hamlet talked.like that; He said:—
The me is out of joint; 0 cursed
spite
That ever I was born to set 1t right.
Ho had at least the saving grace of
recognizing his responsibility. The
source of his failure was that ha spent
too much time soliloquizing, instead of
taking aff hie coat and getting on with
the job.ti
Nothing oan ultimately sterilize de-
termination and courage. Pluck knows
no handicap. Johnson was scrofu-
lous; Pope a cripple; Milton blind,
asap both a dwarf and a slave; Ste*.
ancon Si consumptive; Burns poverty' -
stricken; Beethoven deaf. Disadvant-
age
isadvantage seemed a positive advantage to
these men.
Andthe world has need of us all— •
"yoit in your small corner, 5 in mine,"
as the little childhood hymn said. Yes;
you are of importance. You are es-
sential to aontebody. The cynic will
toll you the world can get on }lith -
out you; but it can get on better with you, for, as Welt Whitman ainga:—
You are not thrown to the winds, you
gather certainly and safely
around yourself,
Yourself! yourself! yourself, for ever
and ever.
And if that does not constitute im.
portance, I should like to be told what
doesl
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Honolulu.
A long, golden afternoon. Amid
the soft sultriness you stroll to a group
of cocoanut palms seeking a touch of
coolness. Beneath the shadows of
the great tops swaying constantly in
the traded wind you flied languid re-
lief. Tho breeze iso tropic of course,
and never stings or stimulates. It is
a breath of exotic tenerness, but it
caresses you, and snakes you glad that
you are in Hawaii.
Just below you Iles the slender
beach, white, and almost dazzling bo-
neath the gorgeous light, of the sun,
Beyond, as far as the vision can range,
reaches the sapphire sea, touches
here and there with flashes of snowy
whiteness. Closer at hand the waves
are racing toward you, sometimes
Palling in a foam of music at your
fest.
You lift your eyes to the sky. It is
a mighty dream of blue, pansy blue—
stainless, its depths dancing with
countless volute of light. It is like an
ocean of blue fire, eo intense is its
sapphire beauty and brilliance.
Where the sky meets the sea, them
is a. mystery of dedlicate haze, shading
Qltnost to purple, touched here and
there,with gleamings of silver and
g0ogs of topaz.
The ane moves slowly downward,
There is an instaint of gllory, and then
darkness, In Hawaii there is no in.
terval of dusk and dainty witcheries
of half -lights. Night' Domes as the
swift fearing of a vast wing of velvety
softness. The sea with its symphonic
murmurs le roofed with the fretted
beauty of heaven and the; golden glory
of the Eleuthera Cross. The palms are
still swaying, whispering gently, while
the sea wind Is spicy with remote
equatorial perfumes. A light far out
rises and falls. 'Nearer at hand you
hear voices..
Motor Car Exports.
Canadian made automobiles . are
driven all over the world with each
success that over a million dollars
worth of new export business in Cana-
dian cars' is being obtained each year.
Countriee purchasing mare than 100
Canadian autos during the past year
ware; Australia, British East India,
United Kingdom,. Strait pettlements,
Butch '.est Indies and Nee' Zealand.Tlleven cats went to the '.alrary Is
bands.
Club; for women," says a headline,
But why not try persuasion first?