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Starting point is 00:00:00 Really Sowed Stories by Elizabeth Gordon The boy named Billy. There was once a boy named Billy who spent a summer in the woods with somebody. Somebody had expected to have a wonderful time telling him stories, but it turned out that the boy named Billy did not care for made-up stories. He would listen if they were sufficiently exciting, but even stories of wolves and bears and tigers were not very much worthwhile unless they were really so.

Starting point is 00:00:32 He wanted to know about the beginning of things, and what certain days meant and who started customs and ever and ever so many things that you'd never suppose a small boy would be interested in. So I've been wondering if there are not many boys like Billy who also like to know about things that are really so. And so I've written down a good many of the things somebody and the boy named Billy talked about.

Starting point is 00:00:59 after the lights were out and the fireflies came during that wonderful summer in the Northwoods. Your very own, Elizabeth Gordon. End of Section 1. Section 2 of Really So Stories. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visitlibrovox.org. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon.

Starting point is 00:01:29 How the New Year Knows when to come The boy named Billy had begged to be allowed to stay up to greet the new year. He had something he wanted to ask him if he could only see him, but he presently got so sleepy that his eyes

Starting point is 00:01:45 wouldn't stay open, and so off he went to bed and to sleep. But all at once, there was a great tooting of whistles and ringing of bells, and a skyrocket went whizz right past his window. The boy named Bill.

Starting point is 00:01:59 said up straight in bed. Oh, said he, rubbing his eyes, the new year has come, and I didn't even see him. Happy New Year, Billy, said a jolly little voice. The boy named Billy rubbed his eyes to make sure. Yes, he really did believe that there was a roly-poly little person sitting on the edge of the clock shelf, swinging his bare pink feet and smiling happily. Why, gasped Billy, who are you? Whom did you expect? asked the little fellow. I'm Father Time's youngest year, to be sure. Haven't got my license or my number yet. I'm waiting until this racket stops. Were you looking for me for any special reason? What I want to know, said the boy named Billy, is how does the world know where one year ends and a new one begins?

Starting point is 00:02:53 That's some question, youngster, said the jolly new year, laughing merrily, and it took the funny old world some time to settle it. You see, the earth cannot be divided evenly into months and days because the time actually required for the Earth's journey around the sun is 365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes, and 46 seconds. You call that the solar year because the word solar means concerning the sun. The old Romans tried to have the new year come on March 1st, but they had no real system and were always in trouble.

Starting point is 00:03:30 So Julius Caesar, the king, told the world that it was most important to have a calendar that could be depended upon to take care of all the time, because there wasn't any too much anyhow. So with the help of some very wise men, he took the 12 new moons of the year and built a calendar around them. This was called the Julian calendar, and every fourth year figured this way was made a least. year and was given an extra day, making it 366 days long. But putting in a whole day every four years was too much, and after this calendar had been used, over 1,500 years, it was found that the calendar year was about 10 days behind the solar year, which wouldn't do at all.

Starting point is 00:04:17 So, Pope Gregory the 13th directed that 10 days be dropped from the calendar that year, and that the day after October 4, 1582, should be October 15th. Then he arranged the calendar so the new year would begin January 1st, and the calendar year and the solar year kept together. The Gregorian, or New Style Calendar, as this one was called, is the one we are using today. New Year's Day has been celebrated in various ways since the dawn of civilization, and if today we could travel around the world

Starting point is 00:04:53 on a magic carpet, what a wonderfully interesting site we would see. If you were in China, you might think the Chinese saved their holidays to celebrate all at once. They close their shops for several days, while they make merry with feasts and fireworks and general exchange of gifts and good wishes. In preparation, every debt must be paid, every house swept and cleaned, and each person furnished with holiday clothes and a supply of preserved fruits, candies, and ornard. packages of tea to give to his acquaintances. In some European nations, especially France and Scotland, New Year's Day is a more important holiday than Christmas. If you were a French peasant child, you might put a wooden shoe on the hearth for a gift at Christmas, but grown-ups in France

Starting point is 00:05:41 exchange gifts at the New Year Festival, at which time there are family parties with much merrymaking. In America, the observance of New Year's Day is varied. New Year's, year's eve, there are watch-night services in the churches, gay street revelers, dancing, and theater parties, and New Year's Day is a time for general entertaining and visiting. However, the old custom of keeping open house and making New Year's calls has practically disappeared. People are always glad to see the New Year, and always welcome us in some glad and cheery way went on the New Year, and it has always been the custom among all. people to exchange gifts and greetings in the name of happiness on New Year's Day.

Starting point is 00:06:29 The old year is supposed to take away all sorrow and sadness, and the Little New Year is supposed to bring nothing but happiness into the world. So it depends upon each person to see that he gets his share of the happiness. How? asked the boy named Billy. Easily answered the Little New Year. By living straight, playing fair, being kind and honest. and helping those not so fortunate as you are. That's all there is to it, little friend, and there goes the last whistle, and now for 365 days of real living. Happy New Year, Billy.

Starting point is 00:07:08 How I wonder, murmured Billy sleepily, if that was really so, or did I dream it? I'm going to read up on that calendar thing the very first thing I do, and I'm going to play I saw the new year anyway, and I'm going to try to do just as I think he would want me to do, because I want my share in making this year a very, very happy one. End of Section 2. Section 3 of Really So Stories. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 00:07:49 For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon About the telegraph Mother has just had a telegram from grandmother that she's on her way to visit us, said the boy named Billy. I'm strong for grandmother and I'm going to train to meet her. We're all fond of grandmother, corrected Big Sister, and we're all going to the train to meet her.

Starting point is 00:08:19 Who brought the telegram? Nobody brought it, said the boy named Billy. when it got to town, it just hopped off the telegraph wires and hopped on the telephone wire and came right out here. That's got magic beaten a mile, I'll say. Whoever invented the telegraph system anyhow. Oh, you and your who invented's, said Big Sister, why don't you study up such things yourself? I can read it afterwards, said the boy named Billy. But when somebody tells it to me, that makes a story of it.

Starting point is 00:08:50 Please, who did invent the telegraph? Samuel F. B. Morris did, said somebody. He was born at Charleston, Massachusetts, April 27, 1791, and lived until April 2, 1872. He was a portrait painter and a student of chemistry and went to London to study painting under Benjamin West, where he made such progress that when he returned to America, he was given a commission to paint a full-length portrait of Lafayette. Lafayette was some hero and worth painting, said the boy named Billy. But when do we come to the telegraph? Right now, smiled somebody. The idea of electricity had been talked about for a long time, and while Mr. Morris was away on one of his trips to England, it was found by some experimenting that electricity could be conveyed by means of wire over distances.

Starting point is 00:09:44 A gentleman who Mr. Morris met on shipboard told him of these experiments, and it brought to mind the old belief held by Benjamin Franklin that intelligence sometime would be conveyed by electricity, a belief which he had always shared. He went to work to perfect an instrument and a code for the system which he had in mind, with the result that when the boat landed, his idea was ready to present. He struck before the iron was hot, didn't he?

Starting point is 00:10:12 In a manner of speaking, yes, said somebody, but it was two long years after that before, the system was completed and in working order. And it took quite some persuasion also to get other people to believe in it. But finally, Congress voted him $30,000 to help him along with his project, and so he won out. Where before it had taken months and years to get word from or two distant places, it could now be done almost instantly. Samuel Morris's life was one long record of courage, integrity, patience, and faith. Bob White and I are fixing up a wireless on the roof of our garage, said the boy named Billy.

Starting point is 00:10:55 It's two hours before Grandmother's train pulls in. Don't forget to call me. And many thanks, somebody. End of Section 3. Section 4 of Really So Stories. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit

Starting point is 00:11:21 Libravox.org. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. How the Military Salute Came I can't seem to get the real snap into the salute that Sergeant Jim does, said the boy named Billy. He drills me on it every time I see him, but try as I may,

Starting point is 00:11:41 I can't seem to get the style into it, and I've just got to learn it before I go into scout camp, want to spring it on the fellows. Sergeant Jim didn't learn it in a lesson or either, said somebody. He had it literally drilled into him. So don't get discouraged, Billy. I'm not discouraged. I'm going to get it, said the boy named Billy. Sergeant Jim says that when he first went into the service, he just hated the salute. But after a while, when he began to know

Starting point is 00:12:10 what it meant, he didn't mind it. What does it mean? Why should a soldier salute an officer? An officer's no better than a soldier, is he? Depends on how you look at it, said somebody. quietly, the officer occupies a higher position and the salute is a matter of courtesy, like saying, good morning to your mother or the boy next door. It is also a matter of discipline, isn't it? asked Big Sister. It has grown to be that, of course, answered somebody, but it first came into being because the soldiers, who were called the free men of Europe, were allowed to carry arms, while the slaves or serfs and poorer classes were not. when one military man met another, it was customary for him to raise his arm to show that he had no weapon in it,

Starting point is 00:12:56 and that the meeting was friendly. The slaves and serfs, not being allowed to carry weapons, passed without salute. But so imitative are we all that it was not long before everybody was saluting everybody else, which did not suit the aristocratic armymen, who then resolved to make their salute so hard to learn that it could not be imitated, without real military service, so that an outsider using it would brand himself as a commoner by his incorrect manner of saluting. And so that's how it became, said the boy named Billy. Well, I may not be a soldier, but I am going to get it if Sergeant Jim's patience holds out. You may not be a soldier, but you are a soldier's grandson, said somebody,

Starting point is 00:13:43 and all of your people have been soldiers when there was any need to fight for the stars and stripes. I'll be right there when the grand old flag needs me, said the boy named Billy, and when I'm needed, I'm going to be a captain, so I've just got to get this salute right. You'll have to watch your step in more ways than one, said Big Sister. To be an officer in Uncle Sam's army means that you must be very well educated, a real gentleman, able to train your men, keep discipline, and make yourself popular with them. You should see them drill at West Point, Billy. these fine, clean young men that someday they will be officers in Uncle Sam's army, so they are

Starting point is 00:14:25 earnest, quick to learn and accept the teaching of experienced instructors. Strict mental and physical discipline is necessary to make first-rate officers. Leave it to me, said the boy named Billy, drawing himself up and putting real snap into the salute. I'm going to be what Sergeant Jim calls a regular." End of Section 4. Section 5 of Really So Stories. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org.

Starting point is 00:15:07 Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. Candlemas Day Bob White's grandfather says that we're going to have six weeks more good hard winter, said the boy named Billy on one bright Candlemus Day, because it's been so sunshiny all day that the old groundhog couldn't help seeing his shadow when he came out. Well, I certainly hope he proves to be a false prophet this time, said Big Sister. I've had all the winter I want right now. Oh, sis, what do you mean you've had enough winter?

Starting point is 00:15:41 exclaimed the boy named Billy reproachfully. Winter's the jolliest time there is, with all the coasting and the tobogging and skating. I'm hoping it will stay cold so we can have another carnival. Wasn't the last one a peach? Bob White's father said he had never seen better fancy skating or more exciting races. He told us to be a fancy skater, you have to have good balance, a sense of rhythm, and no little athletic ability. I'm going to practice so I can do stunts at the carnival next year. Say, somebody, is there anything to that groundhog story?

Starting point is 00:16:16 Probably not, said somebody. Mr. and Mrs. Arkthomas Monax, more familiarly known as brother and sister Woodchuck, are pretty wise little people and are more than likely sleeping the sleep of the just at this time of year. Yet I have heard of them being lured from their dens by unusually bright weather, long before the vegetation upon which they feed had started, and that they paid for their foolishness with their lives, which is too bad, because they are really nice little folk. Why do they hibernate? asked the boy named Billy. They belong to the family who do such things, said somebody.

Starting point is 00:16:55 They and the bears and some other animals find it more convenient to store up fats in their little round bodies in the summertime and to curl up and sleep through the winter months, when there is nothing to eat that they really like, saves a lot of trouble. Where did that old yarn come from about them coming out on this day? asked the boy named Billy. The myth is very likely of Indian origin, said somebody, but there is also an old Scottish rhyme to the effect that,

Starting point is 00:17:24 if candlemas day be fine and clear, there'll be three winters in the year. Do you know why the second of February is called Candlemus Day? asked the boy named Billy. It is another of those old made-over pagan festivals, said somebody. The early Romans always used to burn candles on that day to the goddess Februa, who was the mother of Mars, making a very beautiful and impressive occasion of it. Pope Sergius, after the way of those old priests,

Starting point is 00:17:55 wished to do away with all the old pagan rites, but did not dare openly raise the question, so he gave orders for candles to be burned on that day to the Mother of Christ, hoping that in the new festival the old one would be lost sight of, which proved to be true. The occasion is still celebrated, in some churches, and consecrated candles are supposed to be burned for protection from all evil

Starting point is 00:18:19 influences for the balance of the year. But there are so many of those old saints' days that are so entirely forgotten, said Big Sister, I wonder why candlemas is so universally remembered. I think our friends the woodchucks are responsible for that, said somebody with a smile. End of Section 5. Section 6 of really so stories. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Really so stories by Elizabeth Gordon, Abraham Lincoln's birthday. It's Lincoln's birthday tomorrow, and we do not have school, said the boy named Billy. But I've got to tell the class this afternoon why I think Lincoln

Starting point is 00:19:14 was the greatest American. Suppose you tell us what you do know of. about him, suggested somebody. Well, said the boy named Billy, I know he was born in Hardin County, Kentucky, in a poor little old log cabin on February 12, 1809, that he lived there until he was seven years old when he went with his family to Indiana, where they were even poorer than before.

Starting point is 00:19:42 His mother was never very strong, poor lady, and the rough way in which they had to live was very hard for her, and she died when Abraham was only nine years old, but she taught him to be good, honest, and true, and learn all he could, and be of some account in the world. After a while, his father brought him another mother, who was very good to him, and as he said later, moved heaven and earth to give him an education. His school years were few, but he was determined to note things, so he studied every day. He studied every, every minute and often walked 10 miles to borrow a book. When he was 21, he owned six books,

Starting point is 00:20:26 the Bible, Pilgrim's Progress, the Arabian Nights, Statutes of Indiana, Weim's Life of Washington, and Aesop's Fables. He used to read after his work was done by the light of the fire on the family hearth. He almost memorized the Bible. He was very kind-hearted, and once when he went to New York, Orleans with a flat boat full of lumber to sell, he saw some slaves being sold. It affected him so strongly that he said if he ever got the chance he was going to hit that thing hard. He was never idle, and he was absolutely honest and to be depended upon. When he was 21, he went with his parents to a wilderness farm in Illinois, which state almost lost him, because if there had not been a flood making travel impossible, he, with his family, would have gone on to Wisconsin, where

Starting point is 00:21:23 they had started for. After studying law and practicing it for good many years, and being sent to Congress, he was elected to be the President of the United States in 1860, being the 16th president of the land. He was in the presidential chair all through the Civil War, and when he was shot. Soon after his second election, the whole country mourned for the man who had hit that thing hard and abolished slavery. Do you know his most famous address, our sister? Lincoln's Gettysburg's speech, exclaimed Billy. Well, I should say. Four-score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in the great civil war,

Starting point is 00:22:19 testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a large, sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men living and dead who struggled here have consecrated it far above our power to add or detract. The world will little know nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which

Starting point is 00:23:09 they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion, that we here highly resolved that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom. and that government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth. You seem to know a good many things about Lincoln, after all, said somebody, smiling proudly. Yes, but I do not know why he was the greatest American, said Billy. He was the greatest American, said somebody, because he loved the union,

Starting point is 00:24:05 and determined that it must at all cost be preserved, because he knew that united we should stand, but that divided we must fall, because his own life counted for nothing where the union was concerned, because it is due to him and to him only that we are not broken up into small, independent states, but are gathered together under the best flag that the sun ever shown upon, never has the world seen a greater example of wisdom, patience, patriotism, and moral courage than animated his every act. Abraham Lincoln is our greatest American because he stood for honesty, loyalty, affection, willing service, and striving after every kind of good. I've got it now, said the boy named Billy.

Starting point is 00:25:00 End of Section 6. Section 7 of Really So Stories This is a Librivox recording All Librivox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer Please visit Librivox.org Read by Alan Lawley Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon

Starting point is 00:25:31 About Valentine's About Valentine's about valentines. Will you mail these valentines for me please Billy? asked Big Sister. Sure, said Billy. Gee, that reminds me. We're going to have a Valentine's box at school, and I better get some to give Bob White and Pete and Jack.

Starting point is 00:25:57 What a bunch of them you're sending. Do you send valentines to all the people you know? No indeed. said Big Sister, only to those who I know best and care most about. It's a funny custom, said Billy, whoever started it anyhow. I think it's a splendid custom, a friendly, cheerful way to say, hello, I'm thinking about you, said Big Sister, and I much obliged to Old St. Valentine for beginning it.

Starting point is 00:26:34 Did he start it? asked the boy named Billy in surprise. You wouldn't think a saint would be bothering his head about such things as Valentine's. As a matter of fact, said somebody, St. Valentine had nothing to do with it. He was a most pious man, who went about his business with no thought of anything frivolous, I'm sure. He very likely did not know

Starting point is 00:27:02 that he had been chosen as the patroness, saint of the day. It was the custom in ancient Rome to celebrate the feasts of Lupecalia through the month of February in honour of Pan and Juno, and these feasts were very gay indeed. There was a custom of the young pagans by means of which they chose their dancing partners for the day of writing the name of a young man and a young woman and having a drawing. man keeping the young lady whose name he had drawn as his partner for the day. The Christian pastors of the churches objected to this fun-making, and so they put the names of priests in the boxes to be drawn in place of the young women,

Starting point is 00:27:54 and St. Valentine's name came out as the guardian or saint of the day. He was accepted as such, but the young people went on celebrating the day in the way to which they were accustomed, and out of that through the ideal of St. Valentine's Day. That was a jolly way for it to start, wasn't it? exclaimed the boy named Billy. When did people begin sending Valentine messages to each other? Asked Big Sister.

Starting point is 00:28:27 In early times in England, and very likely also in other parts of the world, said somebody, it was the custom to send a gift to the one who had been chosen as a young man's valentine. This custom grew more popular year by year, until, as the gifts must be worthwhile, it very likely grew burdensome, and the sending of gifts was in a manner discontinued. Then some bright person hit upon the plan of sending dainty creation. made of lace paper with bright and witty verses written on them. Even that custom was about worn out when someone in England

Starting point is 00:29:14 sent a Lacey affair to Miss Esther Howland of Worcester, Massachusetts, who saw in it a way to make some money, so she started making Valentine's for sale and succeeded so well that the making of them and the sale of them has grown to be a very great and important industry. So Poros and Valentine just had the day wished on him, said the boy named Billy. Whatever did become of him.

Starting point is 00:29:47 He offended someone, said somebody. He was beheaded. Playful, weren't they? Said the boy named Billy as he gathered up the Valentine's. and of section 7 section 8 of really so stories this is a Libravox recording all LiverVox recordings are in the public domain

Starting point is 00:30:18 for more information or to volunteer please visit Libravox.org Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon Section 8 why we celebrate George Washington's birthday. The boy named Billy came into the room to say goodbye to somebody before going to the celebration of George Washington's birthday at the schoolhouse. Your face has some black streaks on it, Billy, said somebody. Better go and remove them and come back and tell me about it.

Starting point is 00:30:57 I don't like to talk about it, said the boy named Billy. As he came back from the washroom, Mom scolded me. What was it all about? Asked somebody. I left my cap on the living room table again. Mom found it there, and she held it up for me to see and said, William, somebody tried not to smile.

Starting point is 00:31:21 That was severe, but George Washington was often reproved by his mother. George Washington, said the boy named Billy. in astonishment. Did anyone ever scold George Washington? Indeed, yes, said somebody, and in a very unique way, too. Mary Ball, Washington was a wonderful woman with quantities of good sense and a remarkable idea of truth and justice. It is said of her that when her children disobeyed or were in need of being reprimanded, that she did not trust herself to do it in her own language. but she always used the words of the Bible.

Starting point is 00:32:06 That was a queer way to scold, said Billy. It worked, judging from what we know of George and his boyhood, remarked somebody. When he was 14, he wished to go to sea, but as his mother thought it best that he should not, he abandoned the idea and was given two additional years of schooling, chiefly in mathematics, and so prepared himself for the profession of a surveyor. Sixteen and finishing school? exclaimed the boy named Billy. School was rather a different affair in George Washington's Day, said somebody.

Starting point is 00:32:47 He was born in the country at a small place named Bridges Creek, Virginia, on the 22nd of February 1732. At that time, the country was very small and had few schools. school. It must have been fun being a surveyor, said Billy. It was not much fun, Billy Boy, somebody told him. It was a severe test of character and capacity, but George Washington always accomplished every task given him with success and reported on it with brevity and modesty. The traits of steadfastness of character which he had displayed in school and

Starting point is 00:33:30 among his playmates now came out prominently. He excelled in running, wrestling, and horseback riding in his youth, and in later years, because of his wisdom, patience, tolerance, courage, and consecration to the righteous cause of liberty, became the father of his country. My, but his mother must have been proud of him, said Billy. Somebody nodded. It was to his mother, a woman of strong and devoted character, that George Washington owed his moral and religious training.

Starting point is 00:34:10 Even when her son had risen to the height of human greatness, she would only say, George has been a good boy, and I'm sure he will do his duty. Yes, I'd better tell Mom I'm sorry about leaving my hat on the living room table, said the boy named Billy. I would, if I were you, said somebody. End of Section 8. Read by Bill Mosley, Lano County, Texas, USA, February 7, 2023.

Starting point is 00:34:50 Section 9 of Really So Stories. This is a Librevox recording. All LeBrevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Leeprevox.org. Really So. stories by Elizabeth Gordon about Boy Scouts. Get my new scout suit, said the boy named Billy, coming in with himself, all in khaki.

Starting point is 00:35:15 Look at the buttons and the leggings and all. It's very scouting looking, said Big Sister. I hope you'll keep it that way. Half too, said the boy named Billy, or get a demerit. Going for drill now, over on the parade ground in front of the armory. just got long enough for somebody to tell me when and where the Boy Scout movement started. The Boy Scout movement, said somebody, started in England in 1908, being launched by Sir Robert S.S. Baden Powell. Oh, say, exclaimed the boy named Billy. Why did we have to let England beat us to it?

Starting point is 00:35:58 We didn't, exactly, said somebody, smiling at the zeal of the deal of the same. the young patriot, because at that very time we had two organizations which had the same purpose in view. One was called the Woodcraft Indians, founded by Ernest Seton Thompson, and another called the Sons of Daniel Boone, founded by Dan Beard. Both men were popular writers of out-of-door stories and greatly interested in boys in their sports and activities. Scouting gives a boy something to do, something he likes to do, something worth doing. It has succeeded in doing what no other plan of education has done. Made the boy want to learn.

Starting point is 00:36:47 It organizes the gang spirit into group loyalty. In 1910, both these organizations were combined, under the title of the Boy Scouts of America. and, as you of course know, Billy Boy, before a boy can become a scout, he must take the scout oath of office. Yes, indeed, said the boy named Billy. Wait till I see if I'm up on that. On my honor, I will do my best to do my duty to God and my country and to obey the scout law, to help other people at all times, to keep myself physically strong. mentally awake and morally straight. A scout is required to know the scout oath and law and subscribe to both,

Starting point is 00:37:39 but his obligation does not end here. He is expected not only not to forget his oath and law, but to live up to them in letter and spirit from first to last. Fine, said somebody, that sounds like a perfectly good working rule. Now what are some of your ideals as well? Scouts. Well, said Billy, we're divided into three classes. Tenderfoot, that's what Bob White and I are as yet, but we'll grow. Second-class scouts and first class. According to Scout law, one must have honor, loyalty, unselfishness, friendliness, hatred of snobbishness, must be courteousness, be really

Starting point is 00:38:27 kind to animals and always obedient to fathers and mothers and somebody's. Be gentle, fair-minded, save money, look out for fires, and clean up after oneself. On account of that last item, thanks be that you joined the scouts, Billy, said Big Sister, and just to help you along, suppose you run up and wash the bowl where you just washed your hands. Oh, excuse me, sis, said the boy named Billy. I guess I forgot, but I won't after this. I'm going to have a lesson on first aid this morning, so if you ever get a sprained ankle or anything,

Starting point is 00:39:08 I can hold the lines till the doctor gets here. Salaun, all of which means that I scrub up after the youngster myself, said Big Sister. But Billy's a pretty good scout at that. Into section 9. Section 10. of really so stories. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 00:39:40 For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Read by Alan Lawley. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. St. Patrick's Day St. Patrick's Day Bob White's Going to March in the St Patrick's Day Parade, said the boy named Billy, and that leaves me without a thing to do.

Starting point is 00:40:09 Unless somebody would tell me who St. Patrick was, and why all Irish people think so much of him. Strange as it may seem, says somebody, St. Patrick was not an Irishman at all, but was by birth a Scotsman, having been born in Scotland about 372. When he was 16 or 17 years old, he was stolen by pirates and taken to Ireland and made to work at herding swine. He was a very studious boy and in seven years that he remained a swineherd, he learned the Irish language and the customs of the people.

Starting point is 00:40:51 He then made up his mind that swine herding was not the right sort of occupation for a bright man to youth like himself. So he escaped to the continent where after more years of study he was ordained by Pope Celestine and sent back to Ireland to preach Christianity to the people but the old priest did not like him

Starting point is 00:41:14 he was very likely too bright for them and they persecuted him and made things very uncomfortable for him finally he was obliged to leave there but before he went he cursed the lands of the other priests so that they would not bear crops just to even things up.

Starting point is 00:41:36 He was non too comfortable himself but he did not mind small discomforts because one cold and snowy morning when they were on the top of a mountain with no fire to cook their breakfast St. Patrick told his followers to gather a great pile of snowballs and when that had been done

Starting point is 00:42:00 he breathed upon them and immediately there was a great glowing fire and they got their breakfast very nicely this and other miracles made him very popular and so when the scourge

Starting point is 00:42:15 of the snakes came he was sent for and begged to disperse the reptiles easy said Patrick bring me a drum When the drum came He began beating it with such Fim and Figger

Starting point is 00:42:31 That he broke its head And it looked for a time As though the trick would fail But just then an angel came And mended the drum And the snakes were forever banished Just to prove it They kept the drum

Starting point is 00:42:49 For many centuries These and other marvels Were performed by St Patrick who lived to be a hundred and twenty-one years old, dying on his birthday, March 17, 492. Historians have relegated many stories about St. Patrick to the realm of myth, but the shamrock remains the emblem of Ireland,

Starting point is 00:43:17 proudly worn by Irishman the world over on St. Patrick's Day, March 17th. The true shamrock in Irish, seamrog, meaning three-leaved, is the hopped clover, which much resembles our common white clover, except that the flower is yellow instead of blue-green. Large shipments of the shamrocks are brought to the United States for St. Patrick's Day. So the shamrock is the national emblem of Irish people, said Billy. Billy. Yes, said somebody, and it is said that no snake can live where it grows.

Starting point is 00:44:00 Perhaps if one would take the trouble to think it out, one may find in that belief the ideal of faith and loyalty and love of country, for which the Irish people are noted, and that emblematically it means that no traitor to Ireland can live near the Shamrock. I see, said the point in Billy. They feel as we do about our ego, don't they? End of Section 10. Section 11 of Really So's Stories. This is a Libravox recording.

Starting point is 00:44:45 All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Read by Larry Wilson. released those stories by elizabeth gordon lint wish i had somebody to go skating with said billy one winter afternoon where's bob white asked big sister looking up from her book it's ash wednesday and his folks are catholics said the boy named billy and they have after-school services what is ash wednesday and what does it mean anyway as sh wednesday said somebody is the beginning of lent which lasts forty days and ends with the saturday before easter sunday it is supposed to commemorate the forty days fasting christ did before his crucifixion my said the boy named billy i never could fast forty hours let alone forty days how is it supposed to help a person to go without food for so long fasting as said somebody is to teach the lesson of self-restraint and self-control and to help us endure discomforts without complaining how to refrain from all unkind thoughts of others to control our tempers and make us better people generally

Starting point is 00:46:13 It is a very good idea for each one of us to give up something during Lent, something that we like very much indeed, and to give the money that it would have cost to someone who really needs food and comforts. Do you do that? asked the boy named Billy. I try to, said somebody. Oh, I see, said the boy named Billy. In the section 11. Section 12 of Really So Stories.

Starting point is 00:46:52 This is a Librivox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. Palm Sunday. Tomorrow is Palm Sunday, said the boy named Bill. Why do some churches give the people palm branches to carry? On the Sunday preceding the crucifixion,

Starting point is 00:47:25 Christ made his triumphal entrance into Jerusalem. All the people came out to meet him, strewing palm branches in his path to do him honor, just as you schoolchildren all cheer when the president or some great hero comes to town. Jerusalem is a warm country and must have many beautiful flowers, said the boy named Billy. Why didn't they bring flowers instead of stiff, rusty palm branches? Because they wished to show him all honor, said somebody.

Starting point is 00:48:03 And the palm was their emblem of joy and peace and victory. His goodness and power were beginning to have their effect on the minds of the people. They were beginning to believe that Jesus was really the Christ, whom their forefathers had promised would come and bring them comfort, peace, and general good tidings. The boy named Billy looked puzzled. So they hailed him on Palm Sunday and crucified him the following Friday? Somebody nodded. Human praise and opinion is like. that. It is always a variable thing full of chance and change, unstable, but Jesus wasn't moved for a moment by the praise and flattery of the people because he knew what was in store for him in Jerusalem.

Starting point is 00:49:02 He knew that Judas is Carriot, one of his own disciples, would betray him to the chief priests and magistrates who hated him because they were afraid he would convert the people and uncover their own wickedness. Christ Jesus knew that he must suffer violence at the hands of those who hated goodness so that he might prove beyond shadow of a doubt by his resurrection, that love is greater than hate, that love is always victorious because God is I think this is the best really-so story of all, said Billy. End of Section 12. Section 13 of Really So Stories.

Starting point is 00:50:03 This is a Libri-Vox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libri-Vox. The SOTOCES. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon The Story of the Bible

Starting point is 00:50:25 Billy called Big Sister one Saturday evening want to go to the movies? Can't, thank you, sis, called back the boy named Billy, got to study my Sunday school lesson.

Starting point is 00:50:40 After a half hour of deep study, the boy named Billy put the book on the table and said, that's great stuff, that story of David and Goliath. Who wrote the Bible, please? It was written by someone, was it not? There were many sacred books written by many different men at many different periods of the world's history, said somebody, which were accepted as the inspired word of God. At first, these were put out as separate volumes.

Starting point is 00:51:15 but after a long time they were gathered together and bound into one volume. The books of the Old Testament were originally written in Hebrew and those of the New Testament in Greek. Think of the labor of love it must have been to make copies of the Bible. In those days it all had to be done by hand as printing was not invented until a thousand years after the new, New Testament was written. Some undertaking, said the boy named Billy, were all other books made the same way? Yes, indeed, said somebody. A book was a priceless possession in those days, and there's not much wonder that there were very few scholars. Only priests and physicians had the leisure to become learned, even if they could have obtained the books from which to study.

Starting point is 00:52:17 The Bible we have then is a translation, said the boy named Billy. The Bible was translated into various languages, said somebody, but the first English version was translated from the Latin by a priest named John Wycliffe of Lutterworth, England. He believed that the Bible belonged to everything. and should be put into such form that everyone could read it. But instead of being thanked and made much of for the very great service he was doing, he was put out of the church and called a heretic for daring to meddle with the word of God, which did not stop his work at all because he finished it.

Starting point is 00:53:05 After his death, no one did any more about it for a hundred years or so, Yohan Gutenberg discovered the art of printing, and when in 1454 the use of movable type was found possible, many copies of the Bible were printed, and everyone could have his own. In 1516, Erasmus, a learned Greek scholar, published the New Testament, which was translated by William Tyndale, who was so persecuted by those who did not want it published, that he was obliged to go to Germany to finish his work. Even there he was so hampered that it was not until 1525 that the New Testament was finally printed. Merely as literature, it has made a deeper impression upon the human mind than has any other book.

Starting point is 00:54:06 and the extent to which it has helped shape the world's ideas cannot be estimated. No matter how much you know of poetry or prose, you cannot consider yourself well-read unless you are thoroughly acquainted with the Bible. It is wonderful that the language has been kept so beautiful after all those translations and copyings, said the boy named Billy. Very likely it was changed a good bit, said somebody, but its wonderful message of truth has not been changed. I don't know where there is another story like that of David, said Billy,

Starting point is 00:54:49 and the one about Joseph's coat has any one of the six bestsellers beaten a mile. Perhaps you'll like to know, said somebody, that the Bible, year in and year out, is the best best. Seller. I don't wonder, said the boy named Billy. End of Section 13. Section 14 of Really So Stories. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. stories by Elizabeth Gordon. Good Friday. Tomorrow will be good Friday, said the boy named Billy.

Starting point is 00:55:49 That is the day on which Christ Jesus was crucified, wasn't it, somebody? Yes, said somebody, and is why it is remembered by us all in one way or another by church services or in our thoughts. Of course I know the story, said the boy named Billy, but won't you please tell it over again? Early in the morning Christ Jesus prayed to God, his father, saying that his mission had been accomplished. You'll find this beautiful prayer in the 17th chapter of St. John's Gospel, Billy Boy. Then he went into the Garden of Gassimony with his disciples. Judas Iscariat, the disciple who betrayed Jesus, knew the place where he would be and went there with a band of men and officers from the chief priests and Pharisees. The Pharisees were narrow-minded people who paid excessive regard to empty tradition and dead ceremonies.

Starting point is 00:56:56 They observed the form but neglected the spirit of religion. Jesus was arrested and brought before the Sanhedron the Jewish Council of Priests and Elders. After a hasty trial, they pronounced him guilty of death for blasphemy. They said, We have a law, and by our law he ought to die because he made himself the Son of God. St. John, Chapter 19, verse 7. And he was the Son of God, sent by the Lord. loving father to bring understanding to the people so they might obey and love God and know the blessing of trusting him always. Then the council of priests and elders delivered Jesus to Pontius Pilate,

Starting point is 00:57:48 the Roman governor. Pilate didn't sympathize with the wishes of the people. He said, I find in him no fault at all, but the people insisted that he could. He said, I find in him no fault at all. But the people insisted that he give him up to be crucified, so he washed his hands to show them that he took no responsibility in the affair whatsoever. And they took Jesus away, put a crown of thorns on his head, and followed him with taunts and abuse of every kind as he, bearing his cross, led the way to Goghah, the place of his execution. There on that, never to be forgotten cavalry, Christ Jesus was crucified with a criminal on either side. Jesus' body was taken from the cross and placed in a tomb by Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus.

Starting point is 00:58:46 Three days later, on the first day of the week, when some of the women came with spices to embalm the body, they found the tomb empty. An angel who kept watch, told them that Christ had risen from the dead. The risen Christ appeared first to Mary Magdalene, the once sinful woman from whom Jesus had cast out seven devils, and who had become one of the most devoted of his followers, and then to others who were close to him. He spent 40 days on earth after his resurrection,

Starting point is 00:59:25 and then from the midst of his disciples he was taken up to heaven, He left no writings and no organized church. But from recollections of his teachings, his followers later put together the record of his ministry, as we have it in the New Testament, and with it there slowly took shape, also the organized Christian church, which more and more has ruled men's lives.

Starting point is 00:59:55 I wish I had been there, said the boy named Billy. I could have helped some way I know. You can help every day, Billy Boy, said somebody, by being kind to everybody and doing unto others just the thoughtful, loving things you want others to do unto you. End of Section 14. Section 15 of Really So Stories. This is a LibriVox. recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer,

Starting point is 01:00:43 please visit LibriVox.org. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. About Easter. Aren't my hands a sight, laughed the boy named Billy. Wish somebody would tell me how to get these colors off. I should say they are a sight, said somebody. All the colors of the rainbow and several more besides. What's on them? Easter egg dies, said Billy. They splashed, but we got some beauties. Try some salt and vinegar and a nail brush and soap, said somebody.

Starting point is 01:01:25 You'll find some on my washstand. The boy named Billy scrubbed with right goodwill. It's coming off, he said. Say somebody, please tell me why Easter doesn't stand still like Christmas and New Year's Day. What makes it come in March one year and likely is not in April the next? A day is a day, isn't it? Then why do we never know when to look for it?

Starting point is 01:01:54 Last year we gathered pussy willows and this year it's cold enough to skate. It is puzzling. until you understand about it, said somebody, as Billy came back with his hands as clean as could be expected. Let's talk about it. There seems to be no authentic record of the actual date of Christ's death and burial and resurrection. We know that the crucifixion was on Friday

Starting point is 01:02:24 and the resurrection was on Sunday, but the date has never been accounted for, although Easter has been celebrated as a church festival since the early days of the Christian Church. To settle all such disputes, it was finally decided by the Council of Nicaea in 325 AD that the celebration of the festival commemorating the resurrection should fall on the first Sunday after March 21st and the full moon. And why was the festival called Easter? asked the boy named Billy. It's a sort of made-over festival, said somebody. The early Christians call it the Pascoe Festival, and it was so called until the Christian religion was introduced among the Saxons,

Starting point is 01:03:18 who had a spring festival themselves, of which they were very fond, held in honor of their spring goddess Eustra. They seemed inclined to like the new religion, but refused to give up their goddess, so the Christians decided to keep the festival and the name, but to use it in commemoration of the resurrection of Christ. Who was this lady named Eustra? asked the boy named Billy. She must have been pretty important. Wilstra, meaning from the east, or Venus, the goddess of beauty, was supposed to have been hatched by doves from an immense egg which descended from heaven and rested on the Euphrates. Out of it came the goddess of spring and of beauty to bring warmth and sunshine into the world, said somebody.

Starting point is 01:04:15 That must be where the idea of the Easter egg comes from, said the boy named Billy. I was wondering about that. It's interesting. Tell me some more. There are many beautiful legends concerning Easter, said somebody. One which was quite generally believed in Ireland was that on Easter morning the sun dances. But of course we take that with a grain of salt.

Starting point is 01:04:42 Just as we take our Easter eggs, laughed the boy named Billy. Thank you so much, somebody. And now I'll run and get some flowers for Mother. I'm going to get her a beautiful Easter lily. End of Section 15. Section 16 of Really So Stories. This is a Libravox recording. All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 01:05:13 For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibreVox.org. Read by Emily Kiyomani Von. Really So's Stories by Elizabeth Gordon Trailing Arbutus or Mayflower See what I've got from Mom? Said the boy named Billy bursting into somebody's room One bright morning in the latter part of April Mayflowers, beauties

Starting point is 01:05:38 Found them away over in the pine woods Just peeping out from under a snowbank Beauty is indeed, agreed somebody I'm glad you got them so carefully Most children do not understand the importance of cutting wildflowers instead of tearing them up by the roots. I had to understand it unless I'm a done, Sloughbilly.

Starting point is 01:05:57 You and Mom tell me about it often enough, but why is it called the Mayflower when it always comes in April? Of course I know its real name is trailing Arbutus. The Mayflower, said somebody, It Springs First, Messenger, wherever it will grow, and its appearance is governed by the length of the winter and not by the calendar. I've heard of it in the Rocky Mountains in August,

Starting point is 01:06:21 It seems not to be able to live in very warm places, but loves to snuggle its blossom children under the snows of winter, who, when they awake, push aside the blankets and creep out to tell the world that spring has come. And small as it is, went on somebody, the dear little pink flower has made history for itself. It was the first flower to welcome the pilgrim fathers and mothers to the new world, and as spring, on the bleak coast of Massachusetts, it's a latecomer. It probably appeared in May, and was christened Mayflower by the pioneers who knew no other name for it. Anyway, it was a very welcome to those poor people who had come through so many hardships with its glorious message that the long and cruel winter was over.

Starting point is 01:07:06 Was the boat named after the flower or the other way around? Asked the boy named Billy. I think it must have been that the flower was named after the boat, asked there somebody, as the Mayflower was the boat they came over in. A little sailing vessel of 180 tons, yet no other ship's arrival has had such significance as that of this little vessel, which brought the Pilgrim Fathers to America in 1620. The sailing of the Mayflower meant a great deal to the future of mankind because the Pilgrim fathers formed a compact that established the government of the people, by the people and for the people. It is well known that they loved the little posy, the first thing that welcomed them with a smile of hopefulness. Why do we not try to cultivate it in our gardens?

Starting point is 01:07:52 It's tarves and gardens, said somebody, very likely because its needs are not studied. Science has found that it has upon its roots a friendly fungus which nourishes it, and this friend refuses to live in the soil of the ordinary garden. Experiments have been made with soils, and seed from the Mayflower fruit has been planted and has made some progress, so I've heard. I did not know the flower had a fruit, said the boy named Billy. I've only seen a few, said somebody. It is a small fruit, which tastes not unlike a strawberry.

Starting point is 01:08:26 Mrs. Aunt knows all about it, and is very likely due to her that you find the flower in places where it has never been found before. So, said the boy named Billy, when one tries to provide a new home for Lady Treling Arbutus, one must not only please her very dainty taste, but those of her friends? You'll never get very far with flowers or friends, Billy Boy,

Starting point is 01:08:50 said somebody, unless you study them very carefully, then try with all your heart to understand them. Billy grinned, what time do you look for me, flower fruit? Said he, along about wild strawberry time, said somebody. End of section 16. Section 17 of really so stories. This is a Libravox recording. all Laborvox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 01:09:23 For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Read by Emily Keel Monivon. Really Soul Stories by Elizabeth Gordon About Pearls. My, said a boy named Billy, I nearly broke my tooth on the bone of this oyster. Isn't it funny? It's as round as a shot and just as hard. Everybody laughed, but some people. Somebody said, that isn't a bone, Billy. Old Mr. Oyster has no bones. That's a pearl. Too bad you didn't find it before it was cooked, because then you might have had it set in a pin to wearing your scarf. Now that it has been cooked, it's worthless.

Starting point is 01:10:04 I'm in luck anyhow, said Billy, because I didn't break my tooth. But how did a pearl ever get inside an oyster? It makes its home there, said somebody, lives snugly year after year inside Mr. Oyster's shell and pays no rent at all. all. Tell me about it, demanded the boy named Billy. I always supposed that pearls grew at the bottom of the sea. So they do, said somebody. About 15 fathoms deep is where the pearl-bearing oyster lives. He is rather particular about his home and selects a place where there is a swift current of water. There, he and his family lie in the hard bed of the ocean and wait for the current to bring their food. Sometimes they prefer to attach themselves to an overhang Ledge where they live closely huddled together.

Starting point is 01:10:53 The ancient peoples had all sorts of beliefs and ideas about the origin of the pearl. One of the most poetical was that it was made from a drop of dew which the oyster came up to the top of the ocean to get. Another was that pearls were the tears of angels who wept over the sorrows of the world. But what are they really? asked the boy named Billy, his eye is big with interest. Science has discovered, said somebody, that Mr. Oyster accidentally gets a grain of sand or a small insect inside his shell, which becomes uncomfortable. But as the oyster has no way of opening his door and putting an unwelcome guest outside, it remains. Very likely the unwelcome guest hurts, so Mr. Oyster says,

Starting point is 01:11:40 All right, then, stay if you want to, but you can't go on hurting me if I know myself. so he builds a wall of the stuff that inside of his shell is made of between himself and the cause of the trouble. After about four years, oyster is likely to be caught by pearlfishers. The pearl found and the shell used for inlaid work on boxes, knife handles, and other things. The finest pearls are gathered in the east. The most valuable worth tens of thousands of dollars coming from the oysters of the Persian Gulf. The largest pearl fishery in America is out of Lower California, from which come the largest and finest black pearls in the market. Carl von Lanier, the great Swedish naturalist and botanist,

Starting point is 01:12:26 discovered that pearls could be grown by opening the shell of the oyster and slipping a small bead of lead or wax inside the shell, and then putting the oyster back in his bed for three or four years. Acting upon that idea, the Chinese and Japanese people have a small bead. establish great pearl-raising industries and turn out a large amount of pearls every year. They are very pretty and of good color, but being flat on one side, they cannot be made into necklaces. In several of our states, the freshwater clams are pearl-bearers, the Mississippi River industry being the one of the most value. The shells are used for pearl buttons, and the flesh of the muscles are fed to the pigs.

Starting point is 01:13:08 Makes you think of that verse in the Bible about casting your pearls before swine, doesn't it? Laugh really. End of section 17. Section 18 of Really So's Stories. This is a LibraVox recording. All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information

Starting point is 01:13:32 or to volunteer, please visit LibraFox.org. Read by Emily Keel Monifon. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon About Mr. and Mrs. Pelican. Said Pelican, quite pleasantly, Come Little Fish and play with said Little Fishy in a fright, I've heard about your appetite.

Starting point is 01:13:52 Read the boy named Billy from Little Sister's Bird Children book. Why is Little Fishy? Wasn't he youngster? said he? Why is it Pilican anyway? He isn't good to be eaten, and his feathers aren't worth anything, and he doesn't do anything except to eat fish in great quantities. At least that's all I've ever heard about. Long ago, said somebody, when the first expeditions went across the Colorado Desert, which had been until the Colorado River cut it off, a part of the Gulf of California. Someone remarked that if the desert could be watered, it could be made to raise food enough for a nation.

Starting point is 01:14:27 There was the Colorado River going to waste, of course, but how to harness it up and make it provide water for the desert, which it had made was a question which no one could answer. But along in 1904, it was decided to make the attempt to turn a part of the river back into its old abed and make it work. The river wasn't quite ready to go back, and when she did, she meant to go in her own sweet way. But if they wanted her back into that old bed, why she would go. And, taking things in her own mighty hands, back she did go with a rush. There was that old Salton Sea sink. She would first fill that up, and from there it would be easy to give the people all they wanted on the desert.

Starting point is 01:15:06 This was serious. There was a railroad in her track, but what did that matter? People wanted water, and water she would give them. It was a nation's work to stop that runaway river. But at last it was done, and lo and behold, there was that lovely little sea shining like a jewel in the middle of the desert. They eventually made the Colorado give them water enough besides to water the desert, which is now called the Imperial Valley, where rice and fruit and cotton and many other things are raised. That is interesting, said the boy named Billy.

Starting point is 01:15:38 But where does Mr. Pelican fit in? Right here, said somebody, for a long about this thing. time, very probably, along came Mr. and Mrs. Brown Pelican, looking for a home, and here was a lovely sea with lots of dear little islands and it just big enough for two. But after they had started their nest, they discovered that their private sea had no fish in it. Very probably, Brown Pelican said they would move back to the coast, but that Mrs. Pelican wouldn't listen to him, but said, here we have a whole ocean all to ourselves. Let's raise our own fish. We'll go right now and bring back our pockets full of mullets and plant them.

Starting point is 01:16:14 So they did, with the result, that the Salton Sea is now one of the most important fisheries in the state of California. That is some story, said the boy named Billy. But is it a really sell one? According to scientists, it is, said somebody. The pelican has long been known to be the best friend of the game morden, which is why he is protected. He is supposed to carry fish to inland streams and ponds which otherwise would not have them.

Starting point is 01:16:39 Well, he should advertise, said the boy named Billy. Nobody knows how useful he is. Perhaps he is too modest, said somebody. End of Section 18. Section 19 of Really So Stories. This is a Librevox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visitlibrovox.org.

Starting point is 01:17:11 Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. Indian Day. Tomorrow is Indian Day, said the boy named Billy, and there isn't going to be any school. We're all going out to see their games and get acquainted. Anybody seen my scout suit? It isn't in my closet. It has gone to the cleaners, said Mother.

Starting point is 01:17:36 I know you'd want it tomorrow, and so I sent it out. It will be back this afternoon. Thanks, Mom, said Billy. You always do think of everything. Why are the Indians called Indian? Did they name themselves that the way other people do? No, said somebody. That was the name Columbus gave to the natives

Starting point is 01:17:59 when he reached the islands and mainland of our country under the impression that he had arrived at the coast of Asia, which he had set out to find. How did those people ever come to be here? It is supposed, said somebody, that they had crossed from Asia to Alaska and were cut off in some way from returning, and so drifted inland and started colonies which prospered until it spread across the whole continent. Some may have come from China, and there is even a tradition that some were from the lost tribes of Israel, but no one really knows. all we know is that if they were not really natives of this land that they must have come from some way and that they had degenerated into savages or had never been lifted above them but take it all in all they were pretty good savages

Starting point is 01:18:57 until they were aroused by the whites they had laws of their own and a religion and real languages distinguishing the different tribes they had kings and principalities and principalities and the great spirit was real to them. To the Indian, everything in nature had a real personality and was inhabited by a spirit either good or bad. They believed in monsters and fairies and witches. The women were the only ones who could declare war and when prisoners were brought in,

Starting point is 01:19:33 they had the right to adopt them into the tribe or if they did not like them to send them to death. sweet and gentle ladies weren't they said the boy named billy i'm glad that they are just folks nowadays i'm glad also said somebody and this move to have a day set aside for the purpose of getting better acquainted is a move in the right direction i wonder who thought of doing that asked the boy named billy the idea of having a day set apart for the celebration of the deeds of the red race belongs to mr a c parker state archaeologist of new york who launched it at the national conference at denver but no date being set at that time, it was later taken up at the Lawrence Kansas Conference when President Coolidge of the Society of American Indians moved to have May 13th appointed as Indian Day, which was done. The different states in addition to this have nearly all set apart days of their own as Indian

Starting point is 01:20:42 days, that of Illinois being September 4th. We folks in America do get around to doing our duty in time, if you give us time enough, said the boy named Billy. It was high time in this case, said somebody. Sure was, said Billy. I'm going to get acquainted with some Indian about my own age and get some pointers about how to use that Boa and Arrow Uncle Ned brought me from out west. End of Section 19.

Starting point is 01:21:20 Section 20. Of really so stories. This is a Librevox recording. Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Read by Jennifer Beckett Wood. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon.

Starting point is 01:21:44 About Hats. In that direction, the cat said, waving his right paw, lifts the hatter. And in that direction, waving the other paw around, lives a march hare. Visit either you like. They're both mad.

Starting point is 01:21:59 The boy named Billy was reading aloud from Alice in Wonderland, and when he had finished this sentence, he looked up, keeping his place with his finger shut in the book, and said, I know what a March hair would be. It would mean any old hair in the month of March very likely. But what's a hatter? Is it a real animal, or a made-up creature, like the unicorn, or the dodo bird? Or is it just a man who sells hats? As a grocer does grow, You've come very close to the real meaning of it, said somebody. For a hatter, as I see it, is one who makes hats. Why, of course, said the boy named Billy. If I'd taken time to think a little about it, I'd have known. When did people begin to wear hats anyway? And what made them do it? They're a great bother. Always blowing off when one is out of doors, and having to be hug up when one is indoors. They're no good except to keep one's head warm,

Starting point is 01:23:03 and Hare would do that if we gave it a chance. Up to a certain point, Billy, laughed somebody. If hair would only stay on as well as hats do even, I'm sure everybody would agree with you. But hair does not stay put in a good many cases, and hats are far better, and much less trouble than it would be to wear wigs. No, I think the hat is a very useful.

Starting point is 01:23:28 invention. In fact, it is said that the earliest form of hat was a sort of hood, which was tied on over the head to keep the hair from blowing every which way, as it was common for both men and women to wear the hair long, and to allow it to hang loosely. When did the kind of hats that we wear begin to be stylish? About the time men began to cut their hair short, I suppose, said somebody, The chimney-pot hat, from which all the other shapes grew, is only a little more than a hundred years old. What are hats made of? asked Billy. I don't mean ladies' hats, of course. They are made of everything, but the kind we men wear. Somebody smiled, the kind you men wear are made of various things. The very fine ones are made from beaver fur and cony fur, and molly-tail furnishes material for a great

Starting point is 01:24:27 many with her long hair which is chopped very fine and some are made entirely of wool. The braid for the straw hats comes almost entirely from Italy, China and Japan, but is sewed and blocked in this country. Do we make many hats here? asked Billy. Yes indeed, said somebody. Making hats was one of our earliest and most profitable industries. In 1675, laws were passed prohibiting the sale of raccoon fur outside the provinces, because they were so valuable to the hatters, and it has grown into one of our greatest industries. Well, said the boy named Billy, I now know what a hatter is, but I still do not know

Starting point is 01:25:16 what he was mad about. That was just a figure of speech, said somebody, meaning that he was not quite right in his head. Oh, said the boy named Billy, going on with the story. End of Section 20. Section 21 of Really So Stories. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visitlibrovox.org. by Elizabeth Gordon. Mother's Day I wish somebody would help me with this greeting for Mother's Day, said the boy named Billy.

Starting point is 01:26:11 I can't think of anything, and we get marked on it in school, too. Upon whose work do you usually get marks? asked Big Sister. Why my own, of course, flashed Billy, but this is different. It will be easy, said somebody, if you will just think about mother and write what you would like to say to her. Mom's the best thing in the world, said Billy, but these are to be read aloud, and the other fellows would call me Sissy. When President Garfield was inaugurated, said somebody quietly, the very first thing he did after taking the oath of office was to be.

Starting point is 01:26:58 to kiss his mother. With everybody looking on? asked Billy. Yes, with everybody looking on, said somebody. That was his big and splendid way of telling everybody just what he thought of his mother and of thanking her for all the things she had done for him. Being his mother was enough, said the boy named Billy. What more did she do for him?

Starting point is 01:27:28 His father died when he was just three years old, said somebody, leaving his mother nothing in the world except a stony farm in the wilderness. She had to work the farm with the help of her eldest son, who was 14 years old, and also do all the work of the house. Indeed, there was one summer when she lived on one scanty meal a day so that the children might have enough. This made a great impression on James, who resolved that when he grew up, he would take great care of her. Washington said he owed his success in life to his mother, who gave him his strict sense of honesty and fairness.

Starting point is 01:28:16 Napoleon said of his mother, she watched over us with devotion and allowed nothing but what was good and elevating to take root in our understanding. Abraham Lincoln's mother died when Abraham was 10 years old, but she had taught him all she knew of reading, writing, and arithmetic, and also to take pains with everything he did, and to love God and fear no man. Although Lincoln never forgot his own dear mother, it was to his father's second wife that he often said he owed his success, as she almost moved heaven and earth.

Starting point is 01:28:56 to give him an education. Have we always had Mother's Day? asked Billy. No, indeed, said somebody. It's quite recent. Miss Anna Jarvis of Philadelphia, who lost her own dear mother in 1906, presented the world with the idea of setting aside a day for the honoring and remembering of all mothers. The world was ready for the idea and gladly took it up. And so we have this beautiful custom, which is yearly growing stronger, of remembering our mothers in some special way, sending a flower or a greeting, and wearing a white carnation to show our love and devotion to our own particular mother. Well, said the boy named Billy, Mom's the best thing in the world anyway.

Starting point is 01:29:52 Then say so, said somebody, right out in me. I will, said Billy. End of Section 21, read by Bookbart. Section 22 of Really So's Stories. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Read by Larry Wilson.

Starting point is 01:30:29 Really so stories by Elizabeth Gordon. about forks why so sad and solemn collie as somebody the boy named billy mother sent me away from the table cause i took my pie up in my fingers said billy grandfather said that fingers were made before forks but mother said perhaps they were but that didn't excuse me for forgetting my table manners who made forks who made forks anyhow. I wish they hadn't. Well, son, said somebody, had you been born before the year sixteen hundred, it would have been quite correct for you to have eaten your meat from your fingers. But it was terribly messy, and there had to be a servant called a ewer-bearer, whose duty it was to pass around a basin of water and a napkin with which to wash away the stains of the food. But it

Starting point is 01:31:31 at last some bright Italian person hit upon the idea of copying the large meat forks with which the roast was handled and making them small enough to be used individually. Visitors to Italy were much interested in the fork. Many people fought it a useless invention, and it was the middle of the 17th century before the people of England consented to use it. Queen Elizabeth was the first lady in england to own a fork and hers could not have been much good as a table implement as it was made of crystal inlaid with gold and set with sparks of garnets the first forks were very small and narrow with two prongs but after people got used to the idea they were made larger silver knives and forks were first used in england in eighteen fourteen and could only be afforded by the very wealthy that's interesting said the boy named billy i'm glad i didn't have to learn to eat peas with those funny little two-tined forks i guess i'll go and beg mother's pardon end of section twenty two section twenty three of really so stories this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox Librevox.org.

Starting point is 01:33:04 Read by Jennifer Beckett Wood. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. About silk. This is a piece of sister's nubis silk dress, said the boy named Billy. It looks as though the fairies had woven it out of cobwebs. It was made by something more wonderful than fairies, if that is possible, said somebody.

Starting point is 01:33:31 It was spummed. by a queer little worm who needed it for his own slumber robe and had no idea in the world of giving it to sister for a party dress. You meet the silkworm's cocoon, of course, said the boy named Billy. About 4,500 years ago

Starting point is 01:33:51 there was a Chinese empress whose name was Seeling Shi, who used to spend a great deal of time in her garden and as she loved nature very much, she became interested in the worms who lived on her mulberry trees. There were so many of them, and the thread they spun were so strong and beautiful, that she thought if it could be unrolled without being tangled or broken, it could undoubtedly be spun into a web.

Starting point is 01:34:19 She knew that if the chrysalis were left alive to emerge, the thread would be broken and spoiled. So she had some of the cocoons devitalised, and experiments proved her thought. theories correct. The rest of the world tried hard to induce China to give their secret of silk making, but to no avail. So the Emperor Justinian sent some young monks to China to study and to get the secret. After some years they went back to Constantinople with enough eggs of the silkworm butterfly in their hollow pilgrim staffs to begin raising them. But even after they had the

Starting point is 01:35:00 eggs. It was not easy to raise them, as the children of Mr and Mrs. Bombix Moray can only be raised where the mulberry tree will grow. The cocoons, how do they get the silk unwound? asked the boy named Billy. That's interesting, said somebody. I had a chance to see the process at the Panama Pacific Fair. When the worm is ready to spin and has shed his coat four times, he is about three weeks old. he hangs himself on the limb of the tree which has nourished him and begins to spin. He moves his head around for three whole days, spinning two threads at the same time, until he is completely covered when he stops spinning and starts to transform. He has spun about 1,200 yards of double-threaded silk.

Starting point is 01:35:55 Of course, he must not live to emerge, so after three or four days, he is put into a gently heated oven until he is dead. Then he is immersed in hot water and stirred with a long-handled brush until the ends of the threads are loosened. When he is put into another pan of hot water with several other cocoons and the ends of the threads are passed through an islet to keep them from tangling and are wound upon spools or reels into pale golden skeins

Starting point is 01:36:27 of what is called raw silk. Afterward, it is bleached and coloured and woven into webs, said somebody. That's got any fairy story beaten a mile, said Billy. I'd really like to try out that process with Lady Lunas cocoon, but she is such a beauty after she comes out

Starting point is 01:36:49 that it would be too bad to destroy her. Indeed it would, said somebody, and we've got to have beauty as well as utility in this world, Billy. Sure, said Billy grinning, but he understood. End of Section 23. Section 24 of Really So's Stories. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 01:37:23 For more information or to volunteer, please visitlibrivox.org. Really so stories by Elizabeth Gordon. All we know about strawberries. Strawberries and cream for supper. Sang out the boy named Billy. Mmm, wild ones. Got him over in the clearing in the woods where the fire ran through last year. Hoopers.

Starting point is 01:37:53 I wonder how they ever got there. And why do we call them strawberries? They are far from being the color of straw. Just look at my hands. Look at your face too, Billy. Laugh somebody. You surely did splash. I guess I did, said Billy, as he repaired the damage.

Starting point is 01:38:14 I couldn't resist those strawberries. Where did I get the name from? Nobody knows, at least nobody whom I have been able to trace, said somebody. I've always been interested in that question myself, and I've consulted many authorities, and I've found out just exactly as much as to say, two people found out from each other in the early English rhyme, which goes, Your man of your wilderness asked me,

Starting point is 01:38:45 How many strawberries grow when you see? I answer maybe as I thought good, As many red herring as grown your wood. That sounds as though they didn't find out a blessed thing, said the boy named Billy. Exactly, left somebody. Isaac Walton's tribute to the strawberry in the compliate angler is very well known.

Starting point is 01:39:11 He said, Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did. The only information they have been able to gather is that the strawberry is a perennial herb of a genius regaria, order of resatia, that it appears to have been a native

Starting point is 01:39:29 of eastern North America, where it appears as a common wild strawberry. The strawberry seems to have been grown in gardens, less than 600 years, for though knowledge of it goes back to the time of Virgil, and perhaps earlier, it was not cultivated by the people. The Germans have some beautiful legends concerning it. It is said that the goddess Friga was very fond of the fruit, and that it was supposed to be her task to go with the children to gather them on St. John's Day.

Starting point is 01:40:01 And that on that day, no mother who had lost a little child would taste of strawberry, because if she did, the little one in paradise could have none, because the mother on earth had already had the share belonging to it. The fairies in the west of England are very careful of the strawberry crop, and woe betide the one who picks the blooms or the unripe fruit. The farmers are always careful not to displease of fairies and always leave a great many ripe berries for them, as they are known to be very fun of them.

Starting point is 01:40:34 The Bavarian farmer, knowing the carpenter, precious disposition of the elves, he said to tie a basket of the ripe berries between the horns of his cow, so that they may sit and enjoy them in comfort, and also be more friendly toward the cow. That's all right, interesting, said the boy named Billy. But it doesn't explain why there are berries in the clearing of the wood now, where there never were any before, nor tell us why they're called strawberries. I fancy the birds and the wind could tell you how the strawberry seeds came to

Starting point is 01:41:06 to the clearing in the wood, said somebody. And as for the other, let us keep our minds and our ears open. And perhaps we shall hear more about it in some way or other. I can hear something right now that satisfies me, said the boy named Billy. That's a dinner gong, me for wild strawberries and jersey cream. End of Section 24. Read by Henny Uduhan. Section 25 of Really So Story

Starting point is 01:41:42 This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. Children's Day What have you been doing all day that I have not had even a glimpse of you? asked somebody, as the boy named Billy came in, looking rather hot and dusty one Saturday afternoon in June. Better go bathe your face at my washstand, and then come tell me what's been so interesting. Baseball or fishing? Neither baseball nor fishing, said the boy named Billy, but it's been lots of fun just the same. I've been helping the ladies over at the church put up flags and bunting for decorations, and to fix up the pulpit with palms and potted plants. Bob White's been helping, too. We're the tallest boys in Sunday

Starting point is 01:42:47 school. Tomorrow was children's day, you know. What's the meaning of children's day? And do they always have it? I don't seem to remember anything about it before this year. That is because you are older now and able to help, said somebody. It used to be the custom for each church to have children's day. at any time in the year that was most convenient for them. But back in 1883, the Presbyterian Church said, this scattering children's day all over the year is not right and must stop. Let's all get together and agree upon one particular day and keep that and celebrate it. And all the other churches saw the sense of that. So they agreed on June, the second Sunday in June. The second Sunday in as being warm and sunny weather with flowers blooming and everyone able to get out.

Starting point is 01:43:49 But where did the idea of Children's Day come from? asked the boy named Billy. It probably grew out of that wonderful saying of our Savior, suffer little children to come unto me and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven, said somebody. of Section 25, read by Bookbard. Section 26 of Really So Stories. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 01:44:28 For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Read by Jennifer Beckett Wood. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon About Carrier Pigeons Bob White's Carrier Pigeon has lost it "'It's mate,' said the boy named Billy. "'He won't eat or take any notice of anything. "'Just sits humped up, making queer little sounds as if he were grieving.

Starting point is 01:44:57 "'You suppose that he realizes what has happened to the little mate?' "'Perhaps not in so many words,' said somebody, "'but he misses her and realizes that things are different. "'It is a well-known fact that carrier pigeons never replace a lost mate. "'It reminds me of a story I heard about pigeons. out in Washington State, which might interest you. Is it a really so story? asked Billy.

Starting point is 01:45:26 Yes, indeed, said somebody. A really, truly so story. It was this way. There was a pigeon fancier in Seattle who, during the Great War, raised carriers for the government, and in order to train the young birds for use in the battlefields, he used to take them on the engine of the Shasta. Limited train, which is the fastest one going south out of Seattle, down as far as Centralia,

Starting point is 01:45:54 a small town on the line, where no stop is made by the Limited, and then to liberate them, and let them make their way back home. One particularly beautiful and promising pair of black and white birds had been in training for some time in this way, when, in returning to the loft, the little lady bird was lost. Some spy had shot her very long. lightly, said Billy. Well, as to that, of course, they never knew. It might have been a hawk, you know, said somebody, but her mate would not return home without her. He just flew between the two places, searching for her, but at last returned to the place where he had seen her for the last time at Centralia, where a kind-hearted farmer, who lived near the railroad track, fixed him

Starting point is 01:46:42 up a cot, hoping that he might forget his loss. The pathetic, part of the story is in the fact that every day when the Shasta Limited came along, the little fellow would fly to meet it, dropping until he was on a level with the engine and flying along with it for as long as he could keep up, hoping that from the window of the engine his little mate would come to meet him. Then he would return to the farmhouse to wait until the next day. The trainmen were much interested in him and always gave him the signal that they were coming. He paid no attention to any other train, but for a year, at the time I was there, he had been meeting the Shasta every day. Poor little fellow, said the boy named Billy.

Starting point is 01:47:31 Did you see him yourself? Yes, I did, said somebody. I chose that train on purpose because I had heard the story in Seattle. When it was time for the bird to appear, the conductor of the train came and told me about it, and I watched for him. He came straight as an arrow through the treetops, and his flying was beautiful to see, as he accommodated himself to the swift flying train and its suction. At one time he was not more than six inches above the track, but gradually gained until he was on a level with the engineer's cab. "'Poor little fellow,' said the boy named Billy. I hope he forgot after a while.

Starting point is 01:48:17 So do I, said somebody. End of Section 26. Section 27 of Really So Stories. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Read by Tamrix.

Starting point is 01:48:47 Really So Story. by Elizabeth Gordon. About coal. About coal. Down in a coal mine underneath the ground, where a ray of sunshine never can be found. Digging dusky diamonds all the year round, down in a coal mine underneath the ground, sang the boy named Billy as he put more coal on somebody's fire. Where did you dig up that old coal miner's shanty, Billy? boy, asked somebody. Bob White's great-grandfather sings it sometimes in the funniest quivery old voice ever, said the boy named Billy. He used to be a foreman in a coal mine in Pennsylvania when he was young. So Bob says, What's a shanty, please? I thought it was just a funny old song.

Starting point is 01:49:43 A shanty is a song that workmen sing as they work and make up for themselves, said somebody. Sometimes they have a stanza to start with, and then everybody adds a little, and after a time it takes on the character of the men who sing it. The men who work in the woods and the rivermen, especially those of Canada, have wonderful shanties. It's very interesting, said Billy, but why do they call coal dusky diamonds in their shanty? Because both coal and diamonds are carbon, said somebody. knew that, Billy. Guess I did, said Billy, giving the fire an extra poke.

Starting point is 01:50:26 Only I didn't stop to think, but I don't believe I know just exactly what makes them after all. In the case of coal, pressure, said somebody. This old world of ours has been a long time in the making, at some time in its history, dense forest, which had been centuries in growing, were crushed and buried by some disturbance of the earth

Starting point is 01:50:50 and under the mountains of earth and rocks were pressed into a rock-like substance composed of carbon, oxygen, nitrogen, and hydrogen, with sulfur and silica added. The carbon and gases burn up, and what is left is what you take away in the form of ashes before you go to school mornings, like the good boy that you are.

Starting point is 01:51:13 Is coal everywhere under us, then? Asked the boy named Billy. Probably not. answered somebody, it's usually found in streaks, very likely because there was much open country where no forests grew. Then, too, the moving glacier or flood, or whatever it was that destroyed the forest, may have taken them a long way from home before it buried them. The coal we burn in the furnace is not like the sort that you burn in your grate, said the boy named Billy. The anthracite, or hard coal, which is used in furnaces, said somebody,

Starting point is 01:51:52 is the kind that has been under most pressure and is found at a greater depth than the bituminous, or soft coal, which is found nearer the surface. Who was the first to find out that coal would burn? asked Billy. Nobody knows, said somebody. Perhaps some little mother whose babies were cold and chilly, found some black rocks, and used them for a fireplace to hold the little sticks which she was burning to cook breakfast over, and found that the stones also burned. I'll bet that's right, said Billy. I can just see the picture. What kind of mother would she have been? Anglo-Saxon, said somebody, as they were the first to use it as a fuel. They have been known to have used coal since 842 AD.

Starting point is 01:52:44 As useful as coal itself is, its derivatives are more so, went on somebody. From cold tar has made so many articles of daily use that it would be impossible to tell you about them all. Old King Cole, sang Billy. Thanks, somebody! I'm off for a swift skate on the ice this morning. End of Section 27 Read by Tamrix San Antonio

Starting point is 01:53:15 September 16th, 2022 Section 28 of Really So Stories This is a Librevox recording All Libravox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org Read by Laurel Bruchette Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon.

Starting point is 01:53:45 Flag Day I can't seem to make this flag staff do what I want it to, said the boy named Billy. Let me help you, said somebody. I'll hold it while you clamp it to the window cell. Just when did we begin to have Flag Day, please? Flag Raising Day is one of the youngest of our national anniversaries, but is fast becoming one of the most popular, said somebody. The custom came about at the request of the Sons of the Revolution that a day be set aside for honoring

Starting point is 01:54:16 of the flag, and was first observed on the 14th of June, 1894, on the 117th anniversary of the adoption of the flag by Congress, when the governor of New York ordered it to be flown on all public buildings in the state. Please tell me just how the flag became, said Billy. Previous to the year 1777 said somebody, each state had its own flag, but at a convention of the revolutionary statesman, which was held in Philadelphia in that year, a committee was appointed to consider the report upon the subject of a flag, which should be standard of all the colonies. And on June 14, 1777, Congress passed a resolution that the flag of our country should be 13 stripes, one red, and the other white, and that the union should be 13 white stars on a field of blue.

Starting point is 01:55:15 General George Washington, who was a member of the committee, with Robert Morris and Colonel Ross, made a rough sketch of the flag and took it to a Mrs. Betsy Ross, who was famed for her skillful needlework, asking her if she could make such a flag. "'I can,' said Mrs. Ross, "'but a true star has five points, "'where yours has six, "'and picking up her scissors, "'she'd deftly cut a five-pointed star. "'It was at once seen "'that the star of five points

Starting point is 01:55:46 "'was much more beautiful "'and the committee commissioned Mrs. Ross "'to make a sample flag. "'The first flag made was raised in Philadelphia, "'but it was soon copied and flown over the entire land. "'Where it still flies,' said the boy named, Billy, saluting, and will always continue to fly. But when was it changed? The field is now full of stars, though it has only 13 stripes. When Kentucky and Vermont were admitted to the union,

Starting point is 01:56:15 said somebody, the flag was changed to 15 stars and 15 stripes. But in 1818, Congress voted to restore the 13 stripes and to add a new star for every state. On the 1st 4th of July after the state had been admitted to the Union. There is a story to the effect that a 4th of July dinner given some years ago in Shanghai, the English consul in toasting the British flag said, here's to the Union, Jack, the flag of flags, and the flag that has floated on every continent and every sea for a thousand years, and upon which the sun never sets. Did he ever get away with that, asked Billy? Not very well, said somebody. Eli Perkins, the celebrated American humorist who was present, rose to his feet and said,

Starting point is 01:57:05 Here's to the stars and stripes, emblem of the new republic. When the setting sun lights up at stars in Alaska, the rising sun salutes it on the rock-bound coast of Maine. It is the flag of liberty never lowered to any foe, and the only flag that has ever whipped the flag upon which the sun never sets. I guess that held him for a while, said the boy name Billy, saluting. End of Section 28. Section 29 of Really

Starting point is 01:57:43 So Stories. This is a Librevox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Read by Tamrix.

Starting point is 01:58:00 Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. The Seas The Seagull Monument The Seagull Monument What are you reading, Billy Boy, all alone to yourself? Ask somebody one evening after supper.

Starting point is 01:58:18 Story about an old gray and white seagull that got mixed up with some crude oil, which a ship had thrown out, and got his feathers so covered with it that he could neither swim nor fly, answered the boy named Billy. And how some children fed him and took care of him until he got a new coat of feathers. He was sure in a bad

Starting point is 01:58:41 fix, only for their kindness. I was reading in a book about birds the other day, said Big Sister, that the gull is a protected bird, but it did not state why. I suppose on account of its beauty, isn't it? Not entirely, said somebody. They are splendid scavengers, and are protected on that account. Your friend the gull, who got into trouble, Billy, was very likely following the vessel for the things thrown out from the kitchen. But outside of that, they ought to be protected on account of their grace and beauty, and the life and movement that they give to the upper air. They are, as far as I know, the only birds in the world to have a monument erected to them, and not a small one either, but a great shaft of granite.

Starting point is 01:59:35 Oh, say somebody, said the boy named Billy. You're so much better than any storybook. What about these wonderful birds? It was like this, said somebody. When the Mormons went all the way across the sands of the desert to improve the land on the shores of the great Salt Lake in Utah, they met with many hardships and discouragements. After two years, when they had success,

Starting point is 02:00:02 seated in getting water on the land, had planted things that were growing beautifully, and even had fields of waving grain, which they were looking forward to harvesting, young fruit orchards started and vegetables growing. It seemed like a dream come true. I'll say so, said the boy named Billy. Well then, said somebody, just as they had all those things and were as happy as could be, waiting for harvest time, and working at building more homes, along came a plague of black crickets and began to devour every growing thing in sight. The crickets ate anything and everything. When the fields no longer looked promising, they began on the clothing and bedding.

Starting point is 02:00:51 It was impossible to hang out the family washing, because a drove of these hungry crickets would swoop down on it and leave a trail of gnawed holes. The people fought the pests with every weapon they had, but it did no good, and they had to simply stand by and see everything eaten and destroyed. When everything they knew of had been done, there was sent out a call for the people to come into the middle of town for prayer that the scourge might be lifted. All day long they prayed, and just before evening there came a white cloud from the west, which proved to be millions of seagulls, every one of which had brought along a perfectly good appetite for black crickets.

Starting point is 02:01:41 And before you could say Jack Robinson, there wasn't a single cricket left to tell the tale. Right then and there, those poor Mormon farmers turned the prayer meeting into a day of Thanksgiving. In fact, so thankful were they that they built in Temple Square in Salt Lake City a beautiful granite monument called the Monument to the Seagulls and declared the seagull to be the sacred bird of Utah forever. Well, could you blame him, said the boy named Billy. End of Section 29, read by Tamricks. San Antonio, September 17, 2022.

Starting point is 02:02:35 Section 30 of Really So Stories This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Read by Karen Hunt. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. Fourth of July

Starting point is 02:02:57 Hello Scout, said Uncle Ned, who had dropped in for dinner, as the boy named Billy came in in his new khaki uniform. Wither away? I'm just getting my kit packed, said the boy named Billy. We juniors are going to hike out to Long Lake for over the fourth. You'll miss all the fireworks, said Uncle Ned. No, we won't. We'll be back before evening, said Billy. We've got to because we're going to have company fireworks on the parade grounds.

Starting point is 02:03:26 Every fellow's going to bring his own and pool him. Dad's given me some regular sky-shooters to celebrate my country's birthday with. Not much like the unsafe and insane fourth-year dad and I used to have when we were youngsters, grinned Uncle Ned. We had real gunpowder those days. Dad's told me all about it, said Billy. It must have been loads of fun. I like a big noise as well as anybody. But I sort of like to be all in one piece when I take the count at bedtime.

Starting point is 02:03:54 and Dad has always missed that finger of his a lot. That middle one he lost a fourth just after he was nine years old. Guess I do know, said Uncle Ned. I carried him into Mother, and I'll never forget how she looked either. Well, said the boy named Billy, when it comes to having fun that would make Mom sorry, I'll go without the fun. You're all right, Billy Boy, said somebody, who had been listening to the conversation.

Starting point is 02:04:22 Those old fellows did not have half the fun they think they did. Well, said the boy named Billy, she's a grand old country, and I'll help celebrate her birthday every time. But I'm glad that they pay more attention to us boys nowadays, and let us have hikes and scout suits and drills and everything. It would be hard to find a place where a boy can have a better time just being a boy than in this good old land of the free, don't you think? Deed and I do, Billy, boy. Think just that, said somebody. Somebody, what is in the declaration of Independence? Compton's pictured encyclopedia gives it briefly, said somebody. We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by

Starting point is 02:05:08 their creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, that whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute a new government, laying its foundation on such principles, and organizing its powers in such form as to them shall seem most likely to affect their safety and happiness. We, therefore, do solemnly publish and declare that these united colonies are and of right ought to be free and independent states, that they are absolved from all allegiance to the British crown, and that all political

Starting point is 02:06:08 connection between them and the state of Great Britain is and ought to be totally dissolved, and that as free and independent states, they have full power to levy war, conclude peace, contract alliances, establish commerce, and do all other acts and things which independent states may of right do. And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor. End of Section 30. of Really So Stories. This is a Libravox recording.

Starting point is 02:07:03 All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Read by Tamricks. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. Mr. Irish Potato Mr. Irish Potato. Oh, goody, said the boy named Billy. Baked potatoes for supper. I can smell them. I am certainly grateful to old Ireland for sending us her wonderful potatoes.

Starting point is 02:07:39 I'm going to have cream on mine and eat every bit of the jacket. So shall I, said somebody, laughing. I don't know of anything more appetizing than a big, well-baked potato. But I must tell you, Billy Boy, that the cause for gratitude is the other way around. Ireland has America to thank for potatoes. But we surely owe her a vote of thanks for showing us what a useful article of food we were neglecting to use. Why? Where did the potato come from, if not from Ireland? They're always spoken of as Irish potatoes, said the boy named Billy. The botanical books have this to say about it, said somebody.

Starting point is 02:08:26 potato, Solanum to Borosa, a native of Chile, Peru, and the Rocky Mountains of North America. The potato was taken to England from America in the early part of the 16th century by Sir Francis Drake, who saw in it a valuable food for cattle. But when the grain crops failed in 1772, the people, especially those in Ireland, began to grow. grow the potato extensively for food for the people. And as it was so easily raised, it soon became very popular, and was eagerly adopted by the Irish as their very own. In the United States, the growing of early potatoes for northern markets is an important industry as far south as Florida and the Bermudas. But potatoes flourish best in climates which are just too cool for corn. There is a belt

Starting point is 02:09:26 of 120 million acres, running from Newfoundland, Maritime Canada, and New England, through New York, Pennsylvania, and the American and Canadian Lake region, and by way of the Yukon Valley, almost into the Arctic Circle, where potatoes have been found amazingly productive. The giant Idaho and Montana potatoes, which often weighs several pounds, are favorites for baking. Growing from seeds seldom produces satisfactory potatoes, but seedsmen plant them in hope of discovering new and desirable varieties, as did Burbank, when he grew from seed, the potato which bears his name. There are now perhaps a thousand well-developed varieties,

Starting point is 02:10:15 while at the time of the American Revolution, there were only two, the red and the white. In growing potatoes, the most perfect tubers should be chosen, cut in pieces, and planted. The new plants grow from the eyes or buds on the cuttings. The cultivation of the potato has played an important part in the history of Europe. In certain parts of Germany, it helped to check the famines caused by the 30-year's war. By 1688, it had become the staple food of the Irish peasantry. and the failure of the potato crop in 1845 and the resulting famine started the great wave of Irish immigration to the United States. I was reading an old poem about the Irish famine the other day, said the boy named Billy,

Starting point is 02:11:10 where a little boy was begging his mother for just one grain of corn. I felt so sorry for him, but I can see now that he suffered hunger so that all the other children in the world, might have good food all their lives. I hope someone gave him a nice hot baked potato before he got too hungry. There's the dinner gong. Hurrah for the Irish. Hurrah for us too, said somebody. Sure, said the boy named Billy.

Starting point is 02:11:41 End of Section 31. Read by Tamrix. San Antonio, September 30th, 2020. Section 32 of Really So Stories This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Really so stories by Elizabeth Gordon.

Starting point is 02:12:14 Old Abe, the Wisconsin War Eagle. Teacher was reading to the class about Old Abe the War Eagle today, said the boy named Billy. What about him? asked Big Sister. I do not remember anything about him in my United States history. Teacher said he was not really historical, just an incident in the history of the Civil War, but he is most interesting, said the boy named Billy.

Starting point is 02:12:41 He went through three years of the war and was in the thick of every battle where he seemed to be having the time of his life, understanding which side he belonged to very well indeed. One day when the Confederate soldiers had been told by their officers to get that old bird, and they were all firing on him as hard as they possibly could, Old Abe went up in the air and stayed there circling round and round, screaming his head off. And when the battle was over, he went back to his standard, minus a few feathers,

Starting point is 02:13:13 but still all in one piece, as Big Brother says. Wherever did they get him? asked Big Sister. Some people say Old Abe was caught in the spring of 1861 on the banks of the Flambeau River in Wisconsin when the Indians were making their maple sugar by the son of Chief Thunder of Bees. He climbed to the top of the tall tree where the eagles had their nest

Starting point is 02:13:37 and took the baby bird out when the old ones were away. Others say that he chopped the tree down and had a fight with the old birds, but finally escaped with the little one who was then about as large as a hen. Anyway, he got him, and took him home to the children, where he became quite one of the family, until when it was planting time, Chief Sky sold him for a bushel of seed corn.

Starting point is 02:14:01 A man named Mills then bought him from his owner for $5, and presented him to a company of young volunteers who were organizing to go to the front. The boys thought Mr. Eagle was great fun, and they made him enlist by putting the colors around his neck and a shield on his breast so that he was really a living United States emblem. Then they christened him Old Abe in honor of the president and made a standard for him. And after that, wherever his regiment, the 8th Wisconsin went,

Starting point is 02:14:32 there was Old Abe in all his glory so that the regiment became known as the Eagle Regiment. After the war he was taken back to Madison, where he had started from three long years before, and was given a perch in the capital, where he held a reception every day. P.T. Barnum wanted to buy him, and so did many others, but he could not be purchased. There wasn't money enough in the world to buy him.

Starting point is 02:14:58 In the winter of 1864 to 5, he was taken to the Big Fair at Chicago, where his photographs were sold for the benefit of sick and wounded soldiers, and he earned in that way $16,000. In 1876, he was taken to the centennial exposition at Philadelphia, where he was greatly admired, and when that was over, he was taken home again to his perch in the state capital at Madison. In 1881, the bird died of old age, and the people of Madison had his skin stuffed and mounted on his old perch. There old Abe stood, looking every inch a war eagle and a hero, until the state house burned. That is a very interesting story, said somebody. It is in a book called The Great Seal by a Mr. Jay Segrind, said the boy named Billy.

Starting point is 02:15:50 I'm going to read it all when I can read a little better. End of Section 32. Read by Loraleith, New Orleans, Louisiana. September 28th, 2022. Section 33 of Really So Stories. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer,

Starting point is 02:16:25 please visit Libravox.org Read by Karen Hunt Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon About clocks Look at my new wristwatch Mom gave it to me for my birthday Isn't it a beauty? said the boy named Billy Radium dial and all

Starting point is 02:16:47 I can see what time it is in the dark handy when I'm on hikes No more stopping to scratch matches stem winder and everything. Goodness, Billy, said Big Sister. Anyone would think to hear you that there was never a watch like that of yours. We all have watches.

Starting point is 02:17:07 Billy grinned. Well, he said, I've wanted it so long. A fellow needs something to tell time by. Who discovered how to tell time anyhow? The first caveman probably, said somebody. He needed to let the ladies of the family know when he was coming home to dinner,

Starting point is 02:17:26 so he very likely pointed to the sun and drew a line in the sand to tell them that when the sunshine reached that spot, he would be home, and that dinner better be forthcoming pronto. That was the sundial idea, which was the only way of time-telling for ages. Cleopatra's needle is supposed to have been

Starting point is 02:17:47 one of the big sundials, but as it was certainly inconvenient not to be able to tell the time on dark days. It was only a matter of time when some more convenient method of recording the hours would be found. When it did appear, it was in the shape of the Clipsidra,

Starting point is 02:18:07 or water thief, a brass bowl with a hole in the bottom, which was floated on top of another bowl full of water, the principle being that when the bowl had filled itself with water, an hour had passed. Then a slave was,

Starting point is 02:18:22 would empty the bowl and hit it with a rod to announce the hour. But someone must have sat up all night to watch the bowl and strike the hours, said the boy named Billy. Precisely, said somebody, so they consulted the stars and discovered that they could divide the night into watches of so many hours' duration, and then they had different watchmen to sit up with the Clipsidra and announce the hours. The priests of Babylon were very wise men indeed, and it was not long until they had figured out

Starting point is 02:18:58 how to divide the years into months and weeks and days and hours and minutes and seconds. But it was not until 1581 that a young Spaniard standing in the Cathedral of Pisa discovered by watching a swinging lamp, the principle of the pendulum. He noticed that when it moved a short distance, it moved slowly, and that the farther it moved, the faster became the motion, making the long

Starting point is 02:19:28 swing in the same time as it did the shorter one, and in this way was the pendulum applied to the making of time-telling machines. In the 12th century, there were clocks which struck the hours, but which had no dials or hands, but after the idea of time-telling machines started, it traveled fast, and in the 14th century, real clocks began to appear. We have not time to go through the whole fascinating story of how the idea progressed, but we know that in Shakespeare's time, there were watches that could be carried in the pocket. Why were they called watches instead of clocks? asked the boy named Billy. The clock, or Orlaj, as they were then called, struck the hours,

Starting point is 02:20:17 and the watch was very probably so named from the silent watches of the night, said somebody. That last is just a guess, but it's as good as anybody's guess at that. Who made the first clock in America? asked the boy named Billy. Eli Terry did, in the year 1809, said somebody. And after a time, he got Seth Thomas to help him. As soon as people realized what a very great convenience is, it was to be able to keep accurate time, nobody wanted to be without a clock. And then, people began to travel more and needed to have something portable with which to tell time.

Starting point is 02:21:00 And so the convenient watches came to be made. What time is it, you ask? Centuries of scientific progress, with vast labor and years of patient study, have been necessary to answer that question. you'll find that men had to delve into mathematics, the mysteries of astronomy, and the wonders of physics and chemistry, before they could force the hands on the dial to tell you when to start for school or to catch your train. As you look at a clock, remember that every time the minute hand passes from one of its marks to the next, it shows that this huge globe on which we live has covered more than 1,000 miles of its headlong.

Starting point is 02:21:44 journey. And then along came Madame Curie, the brilliant French scientist, and discovered radium, the merest shadow of which makes the dial of your watch luminous for as long as it lasts. There is a very famous clock in Strasbourg, which not only tells the time of day, but also the day of the week, the month, and the position of the moon and the planets. At various times, processions of tiny figures cross a stage, including a cock that crows. The day of week is indicated by a separate little figure, which takes its place on a tiny platform. A watch is perhaps the most wonderful little machine in the world, packed in a case, sometimes no bigger than a 25-cent piece, and less than a quarter of an inch thick,

Starting point is 02:22:39 are from 150 to 800 separate parts. And there you are, Billy Boy. Time for bed, said Mother. And don't linger too long admiring your new watch, or it will be time to get up. Good night, everybody and somebody, said the boy named Billy. And thanks again, Mom, for the watch. I have never before had such a Jim Dandy birthday gift.

Starting point is 02:23:05 End of Section 33. of really so stories. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Read by Alan Lawley. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. About Cotton

Starting point is 02:23:39 About Cotton Away to down south in the land of cotton, cinnamon seed and sandy bottom. Look away, look away, look away, look away down south in Dixie. sang the boy named Billy. Wherever did you dig up that old Dixie song? Somebody asked, smiling, I haven't heard it in years. Bob White's grandfather is always singing it, said the boy named Billy.

Starting point is 02:24:14 and we pay soldier to it. It has such a dandy swing to it. Listen. In Dixieland I'll take my stand. To live and die for Dixie. Look away, look away, look away down south in Dixie. It's an old war song, isn't it? It is one of the old Negro melodies

Starting point is 02:24:39 which the boys adopted as a marching song in the Civil War. says somebody, and very dear to the hearts of everyone from the land of cotton. I've been meaning to ask something about cotton. Teacher says that if coal is king in America, cotton is easily queen. I did not know before that it was so important. I thought you just made house dresses and aprons of it. Bob White says that when he was down south with his folks last winter, the fields were all blossomed out white and the people were picking the flowers. Bob should have asked questions about it, said somebody, and in that way he would have found out that the white blooms were in reality the ripened cotton, or boil as it is called.

Starting point is 02:25:37 When the cotton had gone to seed, it is ready to be picked, and if left to itself, would in time flow away in the winds, scattering its seeds, just as old grandfather, dandelion does his. But it is far too valuable to be left to do that, so it is carefully picked and prepared for market. But valuable as the fibre, the seed which is deeply embedded in the cotton, is almost more so. But the seed is very hard to get at. And before the cotton gin was invented by Eli Whitney, it was a year's work for one person to clean the seeds from enough cotton to make one bail. But now, with the machinery they have, it is easy to prepare many bales in one day.

Starting point is 02:26:33 Where did it come from? asked Billy. Most of it, said somebody, came from our own southern states. but it has been grown in Asia and Egypt for centuries, being one of the oldest plants on record. What are some of the uses of cotton? asked Billy. There are so many I couldn't begin to tell you, said somebody. But all our bed linen is made from it, as well as most of our curtains and underwear

Starting point is 02:27:08 and the dainty things little sister wears. as well as the lovely royal dresses that make Mother look like a bunch of poses. It is indispensable for bandages and pads to dress wounds with and for many other things. I think it's wonderful, said the boy named Billy. How many of the things that we use every day just grow. Yes indeed, said somebody, Mother Nature has put everything we could possibly need

Starting point is 02:27:42 in this good old world of ours and expects us to use our brains to find out just how to use them. Thanks somebody, said the boy named Billy. I'm going over to tell Bob White all about those wonderful cotton flowers he thinks he saw. End of Section 34. of Really So Stories.

Starting point is 02:28:16 This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Read by Tamricks. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. About Coral About Coral Uncle Bob has just returned from California.

Starting point is 02:28:43 said the boy name Billy, and has brought Big Sister a necklace of very beautiful coral beads. Not a bit like the dark, red, branchy-looking ones that she has had since she was a baby. These are rose pink, with little hand-carved roses all over them. What sort of a stone is Carl, and where is it found? It's lovely. Strictly speaking, said somebody, although Carl has a coral has all the appearance of stone, it isn't that at all, although it is just as dangerous to a ship to run a ground on a reef of it as it would be to run on the rocks. It's so jagged and sharp, it is really the bones, you might say, of living creatures, which made their homes in that

Starting point is 02:29:32 particular spot for ages, and dying, have left their skeletons behind them for a monument. These little sea animals are called polyps, and the coral grows inside their soft outer structure, just as your bones do inside your flesh. Among the greatest architects in the world are the little coral-making animals, creatures of shallow water in the warmer seas. Some kinds live all alone, but the commoner ones live in colonies of many individuals united by a stalk with many branches. Sort of a family tree, you might say.

Starting point is 02:30:13 Indeed, they were once called plant animals. They have a very helpful and economical way of living, went on somebody. For when something good to eat swims or floats within reach of one little polyp's mouth, he sucks it in, swallows it, and all his hungry relatives get the benefit of it. That's what I'd call being real chivalps.

Starting point is 02:30:38 chummy, said the boy named Billy. How do they manage that? They have a sort of family stomach, said somebody, or reservoir, into which all food absorbed by the colony goes. I don't believe I'd like that very well, said Billy. One fellow might have to eat all the things he didn't care about, and another would get all the pie. I do not suppose the polyp has much to boast of in the way of the sense of taste, laughed somebody. but you've got to admit that he does his duty as he sees it without shirking. I should say he does, said Billy. What else does he do besides working for the good of his family? He has a quite important hand in making the beauteous land, said somebody, the Great Barrier Reef of Australia, extending a thousand miles along the coast and in some places from one to three miles wide,

Starting point is 02:31:37 was made entirely by the polyps. Also the Keys of Florida, as well as the Everglades, are made entirely upon coral foundation. This is very interesting, said the boy named Billy, but if there is so much of it, why is it so expensive?

Starting point is 02:31:57 There's only one kind that is precious, said somebody. That is the Corallium Rubrum of the Mediterranean Sea. It was one thing. supposed to be endowed with sacred properties of a mysterious nature. The mandarin's of China wear coral buttons made from it as their badge of office. There is also a very rare black coral which makes its home in the warm waters of the great Australian barrier reef. The Italians are the

Starting point is 02:32:28 greatest coral workers, making a most valuable industry of making jewelry and buttons in other small articles. There's a lot more to learn about this subject, but that's all I am able to tell you just now, said somebody. Thanks, said the boy named Billy. I'll read up on it. End of Section 35. Read by Tamricks, San Antonio, October 10th, 2022. Section 36 of Really So Stories. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Release So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. The Star-Spangled Banner The boy named Billy came running into the house one morning, full of the joy of living and singing at the top of his voice. Oh, long may the star-spangled banner still wave, or the land of the

Starting point is 02:33:38 Free E and the home of the brave. Get a step ladder, Billy. You'll never reach that land of the free any other way, advised Big Sister. Well, say, said Billy grinning, I'm not a prima donna. It takes a real voice to climb up there. I love it, but I wish there were not so many high places in it. Francis Scott Key never thought of me when he wrote it, that's sure. Francis Scott Key hadn't a thing to do with it, silly Billy, said Big Sister. How do you learn your history anyhow? Well, somebody, please tell me who did write it then? asked Billy. That's what teacher said anyway.

Starting point is 02:34:27 Perhaps it was not made quite clear to you, Billy Boy, that the words only were written by Francis Scott Key. You're not alone in wishing that it was not quite so difficult. When I come to that high note, I always stand on tiptoe, and I've never struck it yet, and nine out of ten people have the same difficulty. Yet I love it, as we all do. As to who really wrote it, there seems to be no clear record, some crediting it to Dr. Samuel Arnold and Englishman, but others claim it for John Stafford Smith, who made it over from an old French composition. Anyway, it was used as a popular song in England for some years and was used in other ways also. In 1798, it was used by Robert Treat Payne in a political way for a song called Adams and Liberty.

Starting point is 02:35:27 Everyone knows how the words came to be written. It was in the summer of 1814 when we were at war with England. The British under General Ross appeared in the vicinity. of Washington, and after overcoming feeble resistance, took the capital and set fire to the White House and some other public buildings. The president and the cabinet fled, while pretty Dolly Madison bundled up the most precious White House treasures, including Washington's picture and the original draft of the Declaration of Independence, and carried them to safety. Then the British prepared to bombard Baltimore from the sea and attack it from the land side. Francis Scott Key was sent with a friend to the British fleet to get a prisoner of war. As the British were about to attack the town and the

Starting point is 02:36:23 fort, he was not allowed to return. And you may imagine how anxiously he watched for the dawn to come, and with what joy when the miss rolled away that he beheld the starry banner still flying from the fort. With the tears of thankfulness streaming down his cheeks, he wrote the first stanza of his now world-famous song, and later in the day, when he had returned to the city, he finished the poem. It was first printed under the name of The Bombardament of Fort McKinery in the Baltimore American, and immediately became very popular. It's a great song, said the boy named Billy, but I think almost anyone could have written a great song under those conditions if he could write it all yes indeed agreed somebody end of section

Starting point is 02:37:17 thirty six read by bookbard section 37 of really so stories this is a libravox recording all libravox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit libravox dot org read by can Karen Hunt. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon about umbrellas. It's raining, Billy, called Mother from upstairs. Take your umbrella when you go to school. Oh, mother, please, said the boy named Billy. I just hate to carry an umbrella. Whoever invented the old things anyway. I guess old Mr. Toad invented the idea when he hunched under the first Toad stool and next after after him was an honorable Chinese gentleman who got his idea from the branches of the umbrella tree.

Starting point is 02:38:20 In olden times, no one but those of royal family were allowed to use the umbrella, and then only as protection from the sun, as they were made only of the daintiest silks and brocades, and even of rice paper, said somebody. It did not seem to occur to anyone that it could be used as a protection against the rain until early in the 18th century when it was introduced in England. Even then, people hesitated to use it on account of the ridicule it called forth. So you see, said the boy named Billy, I've got a good right not to like to carry one.

Starting point is 02:39:00 Yes, said somebody. Only you will observe that as soon as people began to really realize what a very sensible article it was and how much it saved them in the way of soiled clothes, not to mention damp shoulders. Of course they didn't mind at all what a few foolish ones thought who did not know a good thing when they saw it.

Starting point is 02:39:22 Time for school, Billy, called Mother. And never mind taking your umbrella, the rain is over. Oh, goody! exclaimed the boy named Billy. End of Section 37. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Read by Alan Lawley.

Starting point is 02:40:02 Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. Halloween Halloween What are you going to do with that monstrous pumpkin, Billy Boy? Ask big sister, one crisp autumn day. Going to make a jack a lantern of it, said the boy named Billy. Somebody, why do we dress up and make believe were a lot of witches on Halloween when we know there is nothing like that in the world?

Starting point is 02:40:36 All Hallow Eve, said somebody, is the name given to the vigil of Halamas, which falls on the night before the feast of all saints' day. The ancients lighted bonfires on that night to scare away ghosts and witches. The Romans had a festival in honour of Pomona, the goddess of fruits, in which apples featured, which accounts are the custom of bobbing for apples in tubs of water, which to this day the young folks think is so much fun.

Starting point is 02:41:18 That's all right for girls, said the boy named Billy, but regular fellows can find something better to do. What, for instance? asked Big Sister. Oh, making jack-o-lanterns and playing tricks on other fellows, said Billy. I know a fine trick that a lot of husky, chaps like you and Bob White and your gang could play on another fellow, said somebody. What is it? asked Billy. We're a game for almost anything that you could suggest. Oh, Grand Sarr Johnson, who lives all alone in that little house at the edge of town,

Starting point is 02:42:06 has just had its winters cold delivered, said somebody. I think it would be fine if the Halloween spirits would go up there while he has a prayer meeting tonight and put it all in the shed for him. Oh fine, said the boy named Billy. I know a bunch of healthy spooks that would just love to do a little job like that. End of section 38. Section 39 of really so stories. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon.

Starting point is 02:43:00 About Wolves. Look at this funny old pair of curly-toed skates that I found in that funny old horsehair trunk in the attic, said the boy named Billy. They look like toys and seem about big enough for little sister. Nobody ever could have really used them to skate with, could they? Those skates were your great-grandmother Ellen's racing skates, said somebody. And if they had not been rather practical, and not at all the toys they look, in comparison with the ones in use now, you would not be here this afternoon. Why? demanded the boy named Billy, sensing a story.

Starting point is 02:43:39 Your great-grandmother Ellen, said somebody, was considered to have been the most expert's skater, the most fearless rider, and the most popular young lady in the section of the country where she grow up, and on the day of which I am speaking, she had one of the most thrilling adventures ever staged anywhere, not accepting the movies. "'A really so story!' exclaimed the boy named Billy, and in the family, too. "'It was many, many years ago,' said somebody, and happened a way up in the wilds of Maine, where your great-great-grandfather lived with his family on the farm,

Starting point is 02:44:16 which he had taken away from the forest. Nobody lived at the head of the lake, which was long and narrow and more like a river in appearance, except your great-great-grandfather and his sons and daughters. But halfway down, about ten miles, there was a small village, where the post-office was, and where the young people of the surrounding country

Starting point is 02:44:36 used to gather for their dances in good times. So one day in winter, when great-grandmother Ellen was about 17 years old, she started out early to skate down to the settlement to a party. The party proved entertaining, and also the farewells detained her, and she was dismayed to see that just as she was getting her last skate strap firmly fastened, the sun was going down behind the tall hemlock trees. Ten of the 30 minutes it would take her to skate home had gone, and all was well, then far behind her. her, she heard the long-drawn hunting call of the timber wolf. A few moments later, almost parallel with her, there broke from the forest a pack of the hunger-stricken beasts. Instantly the girl swerved in a skillful zigzag, and instantly the wolves swerved in the same direction, their long claws slipping on the ice as they swerved. On they came again and again. Sometimes

Starting point is 02:45:33 they were so near that their snapping jaws almost caught her skirts, and to gain time she managed to unwind her long wool scarf, which she allowed to float behind her to be seized and torn to pieces, which gave her a moment's advantage. Then, just as she was wondering how much longer she could go on, there were shots, and the packs scattered, leaving behind several of their number. What happened? asked the boy named Billy. The men, coming in from work, discovered Ellen was late, and one remembered he heard wolves down the lake. He picked up his rifle and seized him.

Starting point is 02:46:08 skated down to meet his sister. May I have these skates? asked Billy. I like to look at them and remember that they belong to a real girl. I'll hang them on my wall. I'm sure that great-grandmother Ellen would be very happy to have them belong to you, Billy. You're just the kind of boy that she would have approved of, said somebody. End of Section 39. Read by Laura Leith, New Orleans, Louisiana. October 20th, 2022.

Starting point is 02:46:47 Section 40 of Really So Stories This is a Librevox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Read by Alan Lawley. Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon. Thanksgiving came.

Starting point is 02:47:15 How Thanksgiving came. Gobble, gobble, gobble, said Mr. Turkeycock, proudly spreading, his wonderful turkey-tail fan, and looking as pompous as no one but he can look. Oh, you funny, conceited bird, said the boy named Billy.

Starting point is 02:47:36 You won't be so noisy next Thursday when we have you for Thanksgiving dinner. But that reminds me, won't somebody please tell me why the turkey is called our national bird? I thought it was the eagle, and why do we always have Thanksgiving Day on Thursday? Well, you see, son, said somebody, it started this way. As you of course know, our pilgrim fathers and mothers came over in the Mayflower. and landed on Plymouth Rock on November 21, 1620. Just 102 brave souls in a strange land,

Starting point is 02:48:23 full of strange people who might well resent their being there. Although it was late in the year and cold weather, they managed to build themselves houses of a sort, but with the best that they could do, more than half of them perished that first terrible winter. When spring came, those who were left, with the help of the Indians, bravely planted the crops and started to make a home in the wilderness. The Indians gave them corn for seed and taught them how to plow the land and fertilize it.

Starting point is 02:49:04 And with the seed that they had brought with them, they managed so well, that when harvest time came, they had a bountiful yield. To express their gratitude to God who had so marvelously prospered them, as well as to show their friendliness to the Indians, Governor Bradford issued a proclamation to the effect that they would have a Thanksgiving beast, to which Chief Massasoit and his braves were to be invited, which should last from Thursday morning until Saturday night. That was in October 1621.

Starting point is 02:49:49 But the pilgrim mothers, remembering the harvest festivals of England with the barbecue sheep and oxen, which they used to have, said, how can we make a feast? We have no meat. Meat? said Governor Bradford, why the woods are full of it. So he sent four of his very best riflemen out into the forest for wild turkeys, and they brought back so many that there was enough meat for the three days feasting for the colonists and their guests, the Indians. And ever since then, no Thanksgiving feast could be really right without a nice

Starting point is 02:50:33 plumped turkey. Did the Indians like the feast? asked the boy named Billy. Indeed they did, said somebody. They liked it so well that Chief Massasoit sent his young men back

Starting point is 02:50:49 with the gift of nice fat deer, which they had shot specially for the colonists. Chief Massasoit wanted to show Governor Bradford that the Indians knew how to fairly. So that's how Thanksgiving came, said the boy named Billy. Yes, answered somebody,

Starting point is 02:51:11 but it was a long time after that before it became the good old holiday that we know now. In the first year of his office, President George Washington issued a proclamation, recommending that November 26, 1789, be kept as a day. of National Thanksgiving for the establishment of a form of government that made for safety and happiness. After that it was only held at odd times, but in 1863 it became a national holiday and the last Thursday in November is always proclaimed by the President as a day of prayer and thanksgiving.

Starting point is 02:52:03 going to have the whole family here for dinner this year, said the boy named Billy. And we're going to have turkey and cranberry jelly and pumpkin pie and everything. Gobble, gobble, gobble, remarked Mr. Turkeycock. We shall, remarked the boy named Billy, laughing. End of Section 40. Section 41 of Really So's stories. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org.

Starting point is 02:52:49 Read by Larry Wilson. Release those stories by Elizabeth Gordon. Christmas. God resty, merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismay. Remember Christ our Savior. was born on Christmas Day sang the boy named Billy, a bit off key. Billy, begged Big Sister, please get that correctly, or you'll throw the whole choir off if you sing it that way. Come to the piano and I'll drill you until you can sing it. Run along now, your letter perfect, said Big Sister, after a half hour of practice. I'm going

Starting point is 02:53:36 to wrap up my gifts now, and it's no fair peaking, neither. Oh, I don't care anything about your gifts, said Billy. I'm going to stay right here, and somebody is going to tell me all about Christmas, and why we give gifts and everything. Was it because the wise men brought gifts to the baby Jesus? Perhaps, said somebody, but it seems more likely that it grew out of the realization of God's great gift to the world, the gifts of love and friendliness and peace which he bestowed upon us and sending his only son to teach us how to live.

Starting point is 02:54:15 Peace on earth, goodwill toward men, quoted Billy softly. That's enough to make people happy. Christmas was not always the happy time it is now, said somebody. The early Christians had rather a hard time of it. "'I remember,' said the boy named Billy. "'I never could understand how they had the courage to keep it up.' "'They were upholding truth,' said somebody, "'and truth is the strongest thing in the world.'

Starting point is 02:54:49 "'Was Christ really born on December 25?' asked Billy. "'Probably not,' said somebody. "'The Eastern Church celebrated January 6th as the date of birth.' calling it Epiphania, while the Western Church celebrated December 25th, calling it Natalis. The pagans had a festival at this season of the year called the Birthday of the Sun, of which they were very fond. Out of this grew the idea of using that time to celebrate the birth of Christ the spiritual son of the world. This gradually took the place of the old pagan festival. The singing of Christmas songs is an English custom, is it not? asked Billy. Yes, said somebody. There are many beautiful

Starting point is 02:55:40 old-world customs which were left behind when the Puritans came to the new world in search of a place in which to worship in their own way. In Devonshire, England, it is said that the bees sing all night long in their hives the night before Christmas, and if you are wise, you will go and wish them and Merry Christmas, and hang a bit of holly on each hive, as you may get no honey next year. And you must, on no account, ask to borrow a match or a bit of fire on Christmas Day, because fire is the symbol of the heart of the house and of happiness, and you must always add to and not take away from the happiness of others. In spite of the Puritans striving to leave behind them all the old legends, several did survive.

Starting point is 02:56:25 I remember that one Christmas Eve when I was a small child, my mother being away at a party, I was taken at midnight out to the stable to see the cattle who were supposed to be on their knees worshipping the child who was born in a manger. And were they? As the boy named Billy. I couldn't really say, said somebody, but they all scrambled to the feet when they saw the light of the lantern and asked for clover hay. It seemed to me that we had disturbed their slumbers.

Starting point is 02:57:01 In Norway is a most beautiful old custom that might well be copied everywhere, went on somebody, which is called the ceremony of feeding the birds. Two or three days before Christmas, bunches of oats are placed on the roofs and tied to the branches of trees and shrubs, loads of grain being brought into the towns for the purpose, and no one would dream of sitting down to his own dinner without first giving every animal on the place an extra portion in the name of Christ. How did the Christmas tree custom first begin? asked Billy. There is a tale to the effect that St. Boniface once came upon a group of pagans at the Thunder Oak

Starting point is 02:57:41 to which a living child had to be sacrificed every year, and holding the cross in front of the victim told the story of the coming of Christ. The child was saved, and the oak destroyed by lightning, and in its place was seen a young fir tree pointing with its tall green finger toward heaven. From that time on, Christianity was openly professed until it has now covered the whole world. Today, the observance of Christmas is universal. In England and America, the little folks hang up their stockings in a row before the fireplace. In France, the children placed wooden shoes on the heart of the world. to receive their gifts. And Norwegian children have a lot of fun hunting their new toys which have been tucked away in unexpected places. Everywhere it is above all the children's holiday.

Starting point is 02:58:34 That's interesting, said the boy named Billy. Thank you and Merry Christmas, somebody. Same to you, Billy Boy, said somebody. End of Section 41. End of Really So Stories by Elizabeth Gordon.

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