they not our sons, and the men of our homeland's future?!! And if we do not care about them, why then do we bring them into life at all?? And why does a father not consider his economic ability to make his child happy before he multiplies their number, staggering under the burden of getting food for them and rearing them as he ought?

The child has a personality that must be respected, and he has claims upon us, duties that must be rendered to him — or else we are criminals, for setting them down in a life that is not theirs and forcing them to things that are not of their nature. You who are responsible: prepare for your children, and for the children of this nation who are laid upon your necks, playgrounds of their own and homes set apart for the healthy and the unhealthy among them! Make schooling compul-sory, so that the school, and not the street and the dirt, becomes the place where children spend the hours of the day! Broaden the minds of the common run of parents, so they see that what best serves the darlings of their hearts is to tend them and look after their affairs themselves, not to leave them to nature and to the roads! Clean nature does its work most excellently, but the moment man meddles in its course he corrupts it and turns its channel! And the child cast into the street is not a child — indeed, he is not even an animal, for the animal knows by instinct what is good for it and moves toward it, while the child knows nothing of that.

A little girl scarcely more than three years old put the scrap of paper left over from eating her chocolate into her pocket, saying that she would not throw it on the ground but into the box provided for the purpose as soon as she reached one. Here is a girl accus-tomed to cleanliness, the rules of health, and the love of others from her tenderest years. How far she is from most of our children, who see before them only people who throw onto the ground not merely scraps of chocolate paper, but pounds of dirt and filth; nor are our children the ones to blame, for they see the grown-ups

doing it and imitate them... Tell me, I beg you: can you assure me that you have once left your house and set out for some other place, and passed along your way without being caught, there in the street, by the spray of spittle — whether in the streetcar, or on the sidewalks and the road?!

I was walking once in one of London's crowded streets, lined on both sides with dwelling houses — and the sun in the British capital is a rare thing, even in summer. The weather was fine that day and the sun was shining, but apparently it did not enter one of the houses there, and the housewife was unwilling to deprive her child of its warmth and its rays, so beneficial to her infant's health; so she put him in his little carriage and stood it near the entrance door, quite certain that no harm of any kind would come to her son. Yet she feared one thing only: that passers-by might take a fancy to her child and give him something to eat. So she wrote out a large sheet and hung it above the carriage, on the wall of the fence surrounding the house: "Please do not feed him — thank you...!" And how lovely that nursing infant was, enjoying the light of the sun, all serenity, with gladness plain upon his face. Can the mothers of our children feel so secure about their lives?! A grown man can no longer feel secure about his own life in our streets these days — how much less our children?!

Beirut is no more crowded than any one of the European capitals, and yet there you see the many automobiles moving in perfect order and absolute calm, and there are no overseers, no scores of gendarmes scattered through the streets; the automatic lights play the part of the traffic policeman, and the well-mannered people, raised on order, respect the law and hold it sacred, and dare not break it even when no watchman stands by. And so the child can walk in the street and go to school while his family rests assured of his safety and his life. How many a time have whole col-umns of automobiles been halted to let a child, or a woman with her child, cross a crowded street.

Accustom your children to order, and practice it as they do, so that they may take you for a good example. It happened once in Switzerland that a bus stood still for some minutes — minutes that count as many, given how much they matter to those people — and the purpose of it was the request of a child who had reached the stop by his house before the ticket-taker had come round to him; so he called him, gave him what he owed, and then got off... How far are our children from this? And where are our men, who ride at the doorways of the tramcars and on their windows to dodge paying the five piasters and save them?!

So, sons of the homeland: take upon yourselves the task of preparing a well-mannered gener-ation, sound of body, complete in upbringing, and sound of mind. Respect children, and prepare for them the means of their small world, which must have an atmosphere of its own, different from yours, and a particular circle other than yours. The child belongs to his garden and his school, not to the street and to crime... The child belongs to a serene, quiet life, not to clamor and chaos... And if you yourselves did not enjoy a happy childhood, then prepare one for your children; you will rejoice in their happiness and take pride in them... Are they not your very hearts walking upon the earth?!

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Mr. Georgie — Club Extra Extra

The result of a distribution of secondary papers — Tatay — brought out Rodinak the Negro

To find, among the various brands the Régie carries, the cigarette that suits his taste and his desire

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