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this, do you say? Why, their mothers
did it so that they might not look
beautiful to the thrice accursed,
beastly Turks. Well, every man in
that part of the Balkans is born, not
with a silver spoon, that you say here,
in his mouth but almost born with a
knife in his teeth and the first thing
they give him to play w-ith is not a
rattle, or a little woolly dog or a
bear of the Teddy, such as you give to
children here in America but they give
him the knife, the dagger, the revol-
ver that shoots the bullet that kills.
My father, he too. was not what you
call a nice man of the Sunday School.
He have had quarrels with his en-
emies, they have shoot at him and he
have to shoot at them and there is
blood between the men of Bulgaria
and soldiers of Turkey and the men of
my country in the wild mountain re-
gion of northern Greece, and my father
had two daughters, a little younger as
me and he loved them, just so well
as you here in America love your
daughters and his heart grew cold
and sick when saw what might hap-
pen with them. Why, you ask if
there is no law in Grece? Well,
Greece, she have a king then George,
the Dane, but there is not much law
in Greece. When I camed away from
it the Turks really ruled the North of
Greece and if they did not the Bul-
garians did and there was no safety
for a female woman of good looks in
that part of my country and so my
father he sell his goats, he sell his
sheep, he sell everything he could sell,
he got but little for it, and finally he
sell the land on which our house
stood, the land where we had grown
up and played among the rocks and
hills and valleys of that mountain
land where the air, if it is cold, is
pure and sweet, so different from the
air of that great city of New York to
which we earned; the land where my
mother and my other brother andmy
grandparents are buried in the little
open space under the cliffs with the
trees drooping over them. We went
down the mountain road to Salonica

and there on board a great ship we
crossed the Atlantic Ocean to this
country. I did read in the books of
our village seminary where my father
he send me to school, I did rea.d the
story of America and your great
George Washing'ton, so brave, so
strong, so noble, so like the fcx, who
agains such odds did make this coun-
try first the home of the free. And
when our ship came up through the
narrow way that they call the Am-
brose Channel and I saw, from the
fore deck down below of the ship, on
the port side, that great figure that
you call the statue of Liberty, lighting
up the world, and on the starboard
side I saw your beautiful flag of the
Stars and Stripes streaming free in
the morning air over the green field,
where the soldiers drilled at the
Island of the Governor, my heart it
thrilled, as it thrills now always, when
I see that flag so beautiful."

In Newr York City Mountains.

"We landed at the Castle Garden
and the inspectors there in their uni-
forms look us all over and pry open
my eyes with their thumbs and fin-
gers and the eyes of my father and
my sisters to see if we have no dis-
ease of the eyes. My father he show
them that he have the money required
ere you can come into this land, then
we come on shore and go to a place
where there are some more Greeks
from our part of the country and from
elsewhere in Greece. It is down in
the below part of the city. Oh, so
different there from the wild counry
from which we had came. True,
some of the houses are like mountains
high, but there is no free air. There is
dust, there is dirt, there is swarms of
people crowded thick together in the
great tenement houses and it seemed
I would die of the suffocation. My
father he have a little money, a few
hundred dollars and, with my two sis-
ters, on the advice of the priest of
our Greek Church in that city he
opened a little restaurant, where he
gived people things to eat of the kind
they are accustomed to in our own
land and there he is still with my two
sisters. But I could not bear it and
when a young Greek came down from
your city and told me of its silver river
and its beautiful open parks and its
place you call Mountain Park where
you can look out on the green fields
and from the mountain top of Mt.
Tom see something not so wild but
just as beautiful as in my own native
mountains. I said, I will go to this
city on the Connecticut. I find a
place to work in the shoe-shine par-
lors of George Kordus and I began at
once to learn the English and now I
speak it perfect, almost, not quite, and
I will take out my papers and I will
become a citizen of this United States,
where everybody has a chance if he
will work and keep sober. I drink no
wine, I drink no beer, I chew not the
tobacco, I smoke not the cigarette of
which you buy twenty for the five
cent piece, but I learn to read and
to write with you and then I learn to
keep the books and I will become a

man of business here in .\merica. I
will never go back to the country of
Greece unless it be that she go to
war with the cursed Mohammedans,
the Turks, then I go back. I fight,
I die for my native land but I fear
that time will come never at all."
Alexander the Great was away oft in
that respect. The time came and came
very soon.

The Begirming of Conquest.

Alexander the Great, son of Philip
of Macedon, began conquest at fifteen
as a captain in his father's army. Our
Ale.xander the Great didn't begin quite
so early as that, he was eighteen or
nineteen when he made his first ven-
ture in the conquest of the world. He
had saved a little money and took a
little room in one of the wooden ten
footers, which adorn High Street, af-
ter you get cut of the big block sec-
tion of the street and there he started
a shoe-shine parlor of his own, with
an apparatus for cleaning hats, and
for ten cents he would make your hat
smell of gasoline for a week or he
would fix over a straw hat for a quar-
ter, first carefully spoiling the hat
band, so you would have to pay him
twenty-five cents extra for a new one.
He was a good business man, Ale.xan-
der Leloudas, surnamed the Great, by
the boys of our business school. At
first his business was small but he
added cigarettes and pure cabbage
leaf cigars of the three for five cents,
two for a nickel, and nickel variety;
shoe strings, shoe polish and all the
accessories that go with the outfit of
a Greek Shoe Shine Parlor. Business
gradually increased and soon Alexan-
der was employing two or three more
young Greeks as assistants. And then,
down on Main Street, in another ten
footer, he opened a second shoe-shine
parlor. These parlors were adorned
with the same masterpieces of pic-
torial art that are always to be found
in Greek Shoe Shine Parlors and
pretty soon he had a third at the low-
er end of High Street in still another
ten footer. They were not imposing
places, just about big enough to get
in and turn around comfortably and
get a shine if your feet were not too
large but he was making money, so
he told me. He divided his energies
between the three places and was
likely to skip in at any minute, thus
keeping his helpers on the lookout
and quite alert. All his spare time
and late at night and during Sundays,
when the shoe shine parlors were not
opened he gave to reading and he be-
came quite an authority on United
States history and could tell you of
all our triimiphs in war, both on land
and sea. He was on the high tide of
prosperity, so he told me confidential-
1}-. "Why," said he "last week, I put
in the Bank of Holyoke more as $22
and every week, I put $10, $12, $15
and sometime $20 and now I have
more as $400 in the bank and soon I
will open two more of the shoe-shine
parlors, but I like not the shoes to
shine. When I make enough of
money I will buy of land on the river

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Ijaiik and grow the toljacco and the
onion, and row in a boat and fish in
the river and hnnt on the mountain.
That indeed will be full of joy and I
will bring my father and my sisters
from the dust of the city. But now I
have the money to get and the Shoe-
Shine is the way most quick."

In Battle Array.

He was all ambition, and then, all
of a sudden, out of a clear sky, as it
were, Greece declared war on Turkey
and the battle cry rang out to come
and fight the Turk and all the king's
horses and all the king's men" could
not have held Alexander the Great
from going to war. He sold his three
shoe shine parlors and got about $200
apiece for them. He bought Iiimself
a regular arsenal of revolvers, and
knives and a Greek uniform and fully
equipped for battle sailed for Salon-
ica, with a lot of otlier warlike Greeks
on a Mediterranean steamship. He
voluneered at once under the flag of
Greece and prepared to fight and
bleed and die "to free her from the
dominion of the thrice accursed
Turks. He came back to .\merica
six or eight months later and he look-
ed as if he had been drawn through a
knot-hole. Not a big smooth knot-hole
but a small, ragged, jagged, knot-hole.
His face was thin and haggard. His
head bore a long white groove where
a Turkish bullet had grazed his skull
and made it unnecessarj- for him ever
to use a comb again to part his hair.
His clothes were ragged and tattered
and he was thin and gaunt but his
eyes sparkled when he saw me again
and his face lit up with the same wide
cheerful smile of old when I said,
"Well, Alexander, you didn't do much
to those cursed Mohammedans, did
you?" "No!" said he, "It was very
bad! very bad indeed! The king he
was not much good. The officrs they
were far worse than the king, and the
soldiers were far worse than the ofifi-
cers, and we had nothing to fight
•with. No guns that was any good:
no swords that was sharp; no revol-
vers, that would go oflf when you
wanted them to shoot; no powder to
put in the cannon; no shot to put on
top of the powder; no cannon to put
powder and shot in; no horses; no
mules; no nothing to eat, and the
Turks they had everything and they
fight, as if the devil he be with them."
They did, that was the history of
that brief inglorious war in which
the Turks trampled over the disor-
ganized, undisciplined, poorly equip-
ped Greeks and they would have
crushed them back into their ancient
slavery if the great powers of Europe
had not intervened between the un-
speakable Turk and his victim and
given Greece a chance to rally for the
splendid battle she fought a dozen
years later in the liig Balkan war of

The Second Campaign of Alexander
the Great.

\ oung Leloudas was somewhat
subdued and chastened for a little
period of time, but only for a few

days. He had still some money left
in the bank, the remainder of his sav-
ings of the proceeds of the sale of his
small chain of Shoe-Shine Parlors.
He made a visit to his pcopie in New
\ ork and there he got a new idea. It
was about 1900 and the first Window
Cleaning Company had been started
in lower New York and was doing a
flourishing business.

Leloudas was fired instantly. The
idea appealed to him and he came
back here and organized the first
"Window and General Office and
House Cleaning Company" known in
Western Massachusetts — an impos-
ing title, that. He gathered together
a band of youn.g Greeks, Poles, Ital-
ians and others, who were not above
doing the dirty work that must be
done if we are to have clean windows
and floors and ceilings and wood work
of every description. He went at the
task of canvasing for jobs himself. He
had plenty of confidence and in the
three years that followed he organ-
ized a campaign that swept his serried
host of cleaning invaders over this
and four neighboring cities. Of course,
he had opposition after a while, but he
had learned how to fight in boyhood,
before he ever came to this countrv
and his experience in the Greek and
Turkish war, while not glorious, had
still added to his fighting qualities, for
he had learned how to take defeat and
when he didn't get a contract to keep
a bi.g building clean, he could still
keep up his courage and go for the
ne.xt best thing, and his bank account
.grew rapidly.

The Conquest of Alexander.

But Alexander Leloudas. who had
escaped the bullets of the Turks, got
a wound in this second campaign from
which he never recovered. It was
one of those small arrows shot from
the bow oi that wicked little sniper
Dan Cupid who has no regard for in-
ternational law, and it struck Alex-
ander square in the heart.

He encountered in one of his office
cleaning forays a young w^oman of
very pleasing personal appearance, an
.\nierican of Irish parentage. Tall
with dark hair of the Irish colleen
and beautiful, rosy cheeks, fair com-
plexi'on and the shining blue-gray
eyes, which are so characteristic of
many a beautiful girl of that nation-
ality. She had been a student of our
day school, and school experience
furnished a interesting topic of con-
versation. Margaret, we will call her,
because that wasn't her name, had not
been noted for special excellence of
scholarship and she had been obliged
to take a cheap position, where her
principal duties were to answer the
telephone, keep a record of the not
over plentiful cash, take a few letters
every day and pound them out on the
typewriter w'ithout much regard to
the English of the dictator, who did
not himself know enough to notice
any but the most glaring errors of

A Transaction in Hearts.

By this time the young Greek had
a large and flourishing business. Its

i<ookkceping was not very compli-
cated and the letters he had to write
were confined to an occasional order
for brushes, soap and polish, but one
day on making him a call I found
Margaret installed at a brand new-
roll top desk with a brand new hun-
dred dollar typewriter for her use.
^ Margaret was a good Catholic.
George, while nominally of the Greek
church was not at all strict in church
observances of any kind and they had
no difficulty in getting the consent of
the church to the marriage which
took place a year later, when the bank
account of .Alexander the Great was
well U]) in four figures.

The Final Campaign of Alexandei
the Great.
Tragic were the causes which le<i
to this final campaign. It is said that
the ancient Greek was driven to tht
frenzy of drink which caused his
death at ,13 because, in an insane fit
of drunken passion he had killed his
own best loved friend. My modern
Greek didn't have any fits of insane
passion but he was devotedly attached
to the men who worked for him and
by whose eft'orts he made his modest
fortune, for Leloudas by this time was
worth more than $20,000. There was
nothing of the padrone or slave
driver about Leloudas, he was a good
master to his men and paid them fair
wages. He sent two young Italians
down to a garage late one night. The
owner wanted it thoroughly cleaned
up and they were to mop the floor,
clean the windows, etc. It was quite
A bi.g garage and gasoline was sold
in large quantities. Somebody care-
lessly left a couple of large pails filled
with .gasoline standing near the big
100 gallon tank. The two young fel-
lows came in and started alone at the
work l)v the electric light. First, with
brushes, they soaped and scrubbed
the floor, then they wanted some wa-
ter to wash oft' suds and they, saw the
two pails of gasoline standing there;
it looked like w-ater, they didn't notice
the smell because there was a strong
smell of gasoline about the place any-
way and so they sloshed it gayly over
the floor and then it occurred to one
of the couple that a smoke was de-
sirable. He had the makings of a
cigarette which he defly rolled,
scratcheda match and — that was the
end nf him — for the entire front of
the garage was blow-n out in a terrific
explosion which sent him mangled
and dying through the shattered glass
into the gutter, while the other vouth,
a blazing torch, rushed frantically out
of the rear door of the building and
hurled himself headlong into a nearby
water tank, thus saving his life,
though leaving him scorched and
burned bevond recognition. Alexan-
der did all that could be done. He
bou.ght flowers: he gave the dead a
decent burial; he paid the other fel-
low-'s hospital bills and the tears ran
freely dow-n his face as he told this
story of the tragedy. It was no fault
of his. The carelessness of the gar-
age owner hiinself relieved him from
blame but just as he was beginning

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to recover from the effects of this
tragedy another of his employees
leaned back a little too much while
washing windows on the fifth floor of
a great dry goods house, lost his bal-
ance, and descended five floors to the
pavement, without using the elevator
and narrowly missing the startled pas-
sersby who leaped aside just in sea-
son to save their own lives and insure
his death. It was the last straw_ that
broke the camel's back and within 30
days Leloudas sold his business for
what he could get and was again
ready to enter on a new campaign.

Back To the Soil Again.

"I will have no more of the busi-
ness of the city," said he, "I do not
like it. It is too small; it is narrow;
it is too much always for the money
and the men that I must have to work
with me know but little. Good fel-
lows they are . Good men some of
them will come to be but the most of
them spend their money for the beer,
for the whiskey, for the cigarette and
they know nothing and they wish to
know nothing. My father — he too, is
tired of the great New York and my
sisters they are now grown up young
women of the city — it is bad for them.
I will buy of the land of river valley.
I will raise tobacco from which you
make the cigar wrapper, so fine, so
like silk and I will plant the onion,
which is so nice when pickled into
vinegar ,and I will live among the
hills where the air is good and where
I hear the hum of the bee and the
singing of the bird and see flowers in
the field and the fruit on the tree and
the grape on the vine, as it was in the
old mountain land from which I came.
I am a good American. There is to
be war in the Balkans again but I
will not go— not this time — I am mar-
ried, I have family of my own andl
am American all the time, but I will
send the money to help fight the ac-
cursed Turk." And that is just what
Alexander did. He bought for about
$lfl,000, a run-down farm by the river
near the Vermont line. It had lieen a
tobacco farm but had been allowed to
decay and was in a poor state of cul-
tivation. I went up there a few weeks
ago on one of the occasional decent
days we have had this spring of 1916.
It was a glorious day and a glorious
view from the veranda of the bunga-
low of Alexander the Great who was
not sighing for more worlds to con-
quer. His wife, a beautiful woman,
was by his side and three healthy
children sported with a couple of dogs
on the lawn which overlooked the
growing tobacco plants and acres of
onions stretched down toward the riv-
er. And on a tall flagstaff firmly stayed
fluttered in the crisp breeze the thir-
teen brilliant crimson and white
stripes, the deep blue field and the
forty-eight silver stars of the flag
which, said Alexander the Great,
"makes my heart to thrill through and
through whenever I see it gleaming
in the sunlight and streaming in the
wind of this all so good America."
It made my leathery old heart thrill

By Mable Kalde, 9th grade, Lincoln High School, Los Angeles, Calif., Mrs. Anna M.
)use. Teacher of Penmanship. Mrs. Grouse is an exceptionally fine penman as well as
ult-getting teacher.


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a bit, too, as my eyes caught its
gleam. Good metal this from an-
cient Greece.

From Isaac Pitman and Sons, we
learn tliat during 1916 and 1917 the
Isaac Pitman system of Shorthand
will be taught exclusively in Columbia
University, bespeaking popularity at
headquarters of publication.

At Berkeley, Calif., July 17th, the
California Penmanship Supervisors'
Association was organized with the
following ofiicers: President, A. Kent,
Stockton; Vice President, W. E.
Moore, Oakland; Secretary, Leta May
Severance, Long Beach. The associa-
tion was formed for the betterment of
writing in California on the part of
both teachers and pupils. We extend
our congratulations and best wishes.

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By F. W. Martin. Engrosser, Boston.


All detached vowels and consoiiaiils. as well as all "DISJOINTED
PREFIXES" and "DISJOINTED AFFIXES," are the crutches of an
invalid, rheumatic phonography — the superstructure of a weak, imperfect
foundation. The publication of such an incompetent, fragmentary system
of memory training should be suppressed as being a crime against the
stenographic efficiency of those who are betrayed into bearing the
drudgery which its long and ever increasing list of shreds and patches
so glaringly imposes.

From now on, pupils should refuse to jeopardize their time and
money by trying to learn such a phonography, and it is the manifest duty
of all teachers who are now handling such a system to immediately place
themselves in opposition to a further dissemination of such egregious
stenographic blunders, and to write us for a free descriptive circular of
"HALL'S PERFECTED SHORTHAND," a modern, light-line, connec-
tive-vowel phonography of the coming centuries.



The Remington Typewriter Com-
pany during the early summer an-
nounced the policy that all employees
w-ho were members of military organ-
izations called to active service would
receive full pay or have it paid to
their families as they may elect. This
liberal policy bespeaks a prosperity
and patriotism quite commendable.

Mr. O. J. Hanson, who during the
past year has been teaching; in the
Concordia College, Moorhead, Minn.,
has accepted a similar position in
Aaker's Business College, Fargo, N.
Dak., which school has an enrollment
of some three hundred and twenty-
five students. We compliment Mr.
Hanson as well as the school.

Mr. \V. H. Redmond, last year with
the Central State Normal School, Mt.
Pleasant, Mich., is now in the com-
mercial department of one of the
High Schools of Toledo, O.

Mr. L. D. Root, who has been
supervisor of writing in Elyria and
Oberlin, Ohio, is now head of the pen-
manship work in the Parkersburg, W.
Va., Schools. Mr. Root is one of the
finest fellows in our profession and
goes to a fine system of schools.

Mr. C. E. Birch, principal of The
Indian School at Lawrence, Kans., is
instructing in a series of institutes
which started at Haskel in June, then
transferred to Santa Fe, N. Mex. ;
then Riverside. Calif.; next Salem,
Oregon: and finally Rapid City, S.
Dak. Two weeks were spent at a
place where he addressed an average
of two hundred teachers. His special
subjects were arithmetic, penmanship
and English. Mr. Birch, as many of
our readers will recall, is the author
of the series of communications which
appeared in these columns a couple
of years ago under the title of Letters
of a Schoolmaster, and which are now
published in book form.

Mr. W. E. Lockhart. head business
teacher at Haskell Institute, Law-
rence, Kans., also taught in the insti-
tutes held at Haskell. Tomah, Wis.,
and at Rapid City, S. D.

Mr. John S. Griffith, who recently
completed the combined commercial
course in Idaho Technical Institute

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