Boy Scouts Beyond The Seas
So all these farmer-students go through a regular course of training in workshops very much as our Farm Scouts do at Buckhurst, and they come out real handy men at the finish.
Nor do they forget their duty to their country also, for the few of them who cannot already ride a horse learn at there, and also they all learn how to judge distance, and to shoot, and how to drill, so that in case they should ever have to turn out to defend their bans and homes against an enemy they will be quite able to do so.
Empire Day Empire Day, May 24th, is a great day in Australia and in New Zealand.
Like the Canadians, the people of these dominions show much more enthusiasm for our great Empire than we do at home. I dare say we are just as loyal and patriotic in the Old Country, but we are more sleepy and we don’t show at in the same spirited way that our brothers across the sea do.
The statue of Queen Victoria, which stands in every city, is decorated, the citizens hold meetings at which addresses are given, the troops and the cadets and Boy Scouts hold big parades, and the school children have a holiday to go and see them.
It is one of the sights which show one more than anything else how mighty is our Empire and how closely bound together with the great bond of loyalty.
To have come all this distance across the seas to the other side of the world, and there to find thousands of miles of British country with British farms and homes and factories and cities, and British people, and boys and children in their thousands just as British as ourselves, but who have never seen Great Britain, then it is that one realises how great is the brotherhood to which we belong, and how we ought, each one of us, to do all in our power to keep that brotherhood together.
“Painting the Town Red”
I was once at an examination where an Irish boy was being questioned. The examiner on hearing his name and birthplace said “Oh, you are an Irishman! Now, can you tell me of any great general who was an Irishman?”
The boy instantly replied, as Irishmen do, with another question: “Can you tell me any great general who was not an Irishman, sir?” Then he gave a list showing that most of our generals, past and present, were Irishmen.
So the examiner said: “Very good. I suppose now you think that Irishmen are the best men in the world?” “No,” replied the boy, “they are not; but they could be if they liked.” “Why?” “Because they are fools. They drink too much whisky.”
Well, that has been the same fault with others besides Irishmen. Scotsmen, English, and Welsh have all been fools in the same way, and their example has been followed by their brothers oversea. Fortunately they are beginning to realize it, and instead of flinging away their hard- earned money in making fools and beasts of themselves, they are now saving it and making happy homes and prosperous lives for themselves.
Here in Australia it was the regular thing for a man who had been away up-country for months sheep shearing or fencing to come back into town and to hand over all his wages, sometimes £90 or £100, to the proprietor of a public-house on the understanding that he was to let him get drunk