| Summary: | Newsletter of the North Dakota School for the Deaf. 8 THE NORTH DAKOTA BANNER (Continued from page 6) April 7—Today is my birthday. I am ten years old. Mrs. Manlet and the boys spanked me hard. The girls and boys wished me a happy birthday. Mrs. Manlet bought a birthday cake for me. She will give it to me this afternoon. She will put ten candles on it. I will be pleased. My sisters will give me some birthday presents.—Robert Mautz. April 7—Last night after the meeting of our Christian Endeavor Society Mrs. Read came into our hall and we crowded around her. We told her the list of birds we saw since the 30th of March. I saw a blackbird on the 1st of April and a flicker yesterday. Many of us saw a hawk last Friday after school. Mrs. Read loves birds. That is why she put a bird chart each in the boys’ hall and the girls’ hall.—Clenora Halvorson. April 7—This morning, some time after we entered our school rooms, we saw a team hitched to a delivery wagon, running away from the city to our barn. George Wetzstein caught them and tied them to a post and left them until the owner came after them. Last Saturday afternoon I ordered a watch fob with a linotype matrix on it. It cost one dollar twenty-five cents. I’ll get it in ten days.— Frank Kovar. April 7—Recently Mona Johnson received a letter from Pauline Schnaible stating a cow kicked her while she was milking her. She fainted and lay unconscious for several hours until her father came home from town, and he was scared to see her and brought her home. She was in bed for three days. She is all right now. Last Saturday it rained hard all day and soon it changed to snow, but after a while it stopped snowing. Mr. Read did not allow us girls to go to town on account of the bad weather. We hope we can go to town next Saturday as we have not been to town for a long time.—Victorine Bour-assa. April 11—Mr. Long received a letter yesterday from Arthur Anderson, ’17. He is now working in the printing office in McVille, the sixth station on the “Aneta short cut” from Devils Lake. Mr. and Mrs. Christopher Anderson are proud parents of a little girl born on the 17th of Decenmber. Mrs. Anderson and the baby are in Willow City now but will go home to Austin, Minn., as soon as the weather gets warm. Mrs. Anderson was a Miss Annie Barrow, a former pupil of the Kentucky School. Arthur failed to say whether or not he would come to the reunion. I was surprised to hear that the Journal office has a new job press with feeding device attached to it. I want to visit the Journal office again some time.—Frank Kovar. April 7—Last Friday my sister, Bernice came to the school. She told Mrs. Read that she wanted me to go home with her. I changed my dress. We rode to town in the bus. We live in Devils Lake. I had a good time at home. I played with my brother. His name is Clayton. He is four years old.—Lorna Larson. April 7—Last Saturday morning Clenora and I went to the office to ask Mr. Read if we might iron. I had a chance to ask him if it was proper for us to have a party after the literary meeting on Good Friday. We have postponed it until April 25th. Last Saturday. I was glad to hear from my mother and she said that if they had good weather this week, my father would start with the spring work.—Bertha Ackerman. April 11—The girls of the sixth grade were delighted to receive a letter from their former teacher Miss Roberts in which she says she is teaching in New Orleans and that there has been a lovely winter without a flake of snow to speak of. She often longs to see all her former pupils here. Last evening Beda Erickson was handed a letter from her brother Hogan, but when she opened it, she found it contained only some stamps. He often sends her stamps without writing a single line, for which Beda says she will get even with him when she gets home. Look out, Hogan. The Devils Lake Journal made an announcement that two war tanks will arrive in this city for display the first of next week. We are in hopes that we can go and take a look at them.—Orra Kenyon. April 7-—Last week Mrs. Read hung a large sheet of cardboard in the hall between the girls’ study rooms for us to write down the names of the different birds, we have seen and also the dates on which we saw them first. Victorine and I saw a flicker yesterday. Last night after our Chrstain Endeavor Society meeting Mrs. Read came to see how many names were written, she said we, girls got ahead of the boys. She told me yesterday when she was at church, she met my cousin Mrs. Harriman, but she did not know her until she spoke my name. Mrs. Harriman said she was sorry she could not come up to see me as she did not . have the time. Yesterday it was my turn to teach the little girls at the juniors’ Christian Endeavor. Those who took part did very well and some of the girls and Miss Pearson told stories. Plans are being made to hold an Easter meeting in the chapel to which the little boys will be invited. Bertha Ackerman will have charge of the program on that day. Last Saturday I received a letter from my niece Violet and she said her school would not close until the first of July. She seemed to be disappointed oyer it as she was anxious to come and see our graduating exercises in June.—Orra Kenyon. Moving Time In Eskimo Land. A very interesting' and wholly unique experiment undertaken by the government in Alaska has turned out remarkable success. At Deering, on the bleak Arctic seaccast, was a village of Eskimos. It was not a happy village. For lack of timber (the region being treeless) its inhabitants were compelled to dwell in the semiunderground hovels of their ancestors. The killing off of the walrus and other game animals made the prob.em of food supply increasingly difficult. In a word, they were “up against it.” They craved a new home, and Uncle Sam decided to give them one. For this purpose he picked out an uninhabited tract on the banks of the Kobuk river—a piece of land 15 miles square, with plenty of timber on it and abounding in game and fish. It was set aside as a reservation by executive order, and thither the people of Deering migrated in the summer of 1915. Mark the change. The new village on the Kobuk, built under the direction of government teachers, is handsomely laid out in streets with neat single family houses and gardens. It has an electric lighting plant, which is run by an Eskimo engineer, to illuminate the little town, and most of the dwellings are wired for electricity. There is also a community sawmill. But most remarkable of all is the wireless station—the northernmost radio station on this continent. One of the teachers, named Replogle, rummaging in the shops of Seattle, managed to pick up a set of secondhand wireless instruments. It was incomplete, but he supplemented it with homemade contrivances and the army radio men in Nome cheerfully contributed a few essentials. The first message was sent through to Nome on the 27th day of last November. In the view of the notable success of this experiment, the government is contemplating the selection of other suitable tracts— there is lots of spare room in Alaska—to which undesirably situated Eskimo communities may be removed, and where they can get fish and make and conduct their own industrial and commercial enterprises. —Selected.
|
|---|