lost was Scout Luther Weaver, who died as a good Scout should, doing his duty. SCOUTING GOES ON In spite of all the tremendous amount of extra activities which the Boy Scouts undertook in connection with war service, the regular work of Scouting was not neglected. They kept up their civic good turns, clean-up, good-health, and safety-first campaigns, maintained fire patrols, coöperated in all sorts of community movements, undertook the raising and lowering of community and school flags, and did a hundred other things which go to make Scouting all but indispensable wherever it is in operation. They kept on, as time permitted, also with their regular Scout program-first aid, nature-study, hiking, camping, signaling, knot-tying, qualifying for merit badges, earning honor medals for lifesaving, making themselves into Eagle Scouts. They carried on. They kept playing. They kept sticking to school. They kept loyal to church and Sundayschool. They went on exercising the Scout spirit at home, in the street, wherever they were, being helpful to all people at all times, being loyal and helpful and kindly and trustworthy. They lived up to the pledge of their oath to try to keep themselves physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight. "I'VE GOT A BROTHER IN FRANCE!” Jimmy's "Adopted" and What the Energetic Boy Scout Did for Him JIMMY was a Boy Scout and he was a wizard at selling Liberty Bonds. He seemed to have a way with him that forced people to take just one more, in spite of their pleas that they "simply couldn't afford to buy another." Jimmy (perhaps you know him) was a persistent young man. He was president of his class in High School, delivered a newspaper route morning and night, and worked for a grocer during Saturday's rush hours. Anna Steese Richardson, of the Vigilantes, said to Jimmy one day after he had sold a bond to a particularly hesitating lady, "Jimmy, how can you find time to sell Liberty Bonds, and why do you take such a great personal interest in the war?" "I have a brother in France!" To me this explained everything, but my friend exclaimed in a shocked voice: "Why, Jimmy B—, you're an only son!" He has "I got a brother in France," he reiterated doggedly. "I got him all picked out. brown hair and eyes, and he wears his hat so"-drawing his own tan felt over his eyes at a rakish angle. "He ain't much taller than me, kind of thin, and quick as a cat. I don't know his name, but I'm going to get it soon. I've written a letter 'To a Lonely American Soldier'-and sent it care of General Pershing to the Expeditionary Force in France. I bet some fellow that hasn't any folks over there will answer it." My friend and I exchanged quick glances. "Dr. Corbin said to us Wednesday night: 'Each one of you boys has a brother fighting for you in France. Go to it! Work for him like the mischief.' Well, I'm working for mine. If I sell a Liberty Bond, it's for him. If I run errands for the Red Cross, it's for him." Jimmy folded the Liberty Bond pledge, and tucked it into his pocket. "Much obliged, Mrs. S. Good evening." A brother in France! THE III. WHEN GREAT FOLKS WERE YOUNG FOLKS DAVID LLOYD-GEORGE The Welsh Lad Who Became England's Greatest Statesman HE earliest remembrance of David Lloyd-George is the picture of himself, an unhappy baby of three, with his little sister Mary, heaping pebbles against the gate of their little cottage, in a vain attempt to keep out the men who were coming to sell his mother's household goods. For his father had just died, leaving his mother with the problem of bringing up her little family alone. Her brother, Richard Lloyd, however, immediately came to her rescue, opened his house to take her and her children in, and from that time on devoted his whole life to the task of being a father to his little niece and nephews. William George, who was a schoolmaster, had been filling a temporary position in Manchester in 1863 when his oldest son, David, was born, but the next year the family moved to Wales, and the boy grew up in the plain-living and high-thinking atmosphere of a Welsh village. Richard Lloyd's house in Llarnysturndwy was a picturesque little stone cottage, covered with vines, and over the door hung a sign, a lifelike painting of a shoe and a top-boot, and underneath, the words "Richard Lloyd, Gwneuthurwr," for he was the shoemaker of the village. But he did a great many things besides making shoes. A man of keen and vigorous mind, intensely interested in politics and all public questions, he was the acknowledged center of thought in the village. He was also one of the leaders of the Nonconformist Church of the com munity, the Disciples of Christ as they were called, and one of the most eloquent preachers. A YOUNG LIBERAL It is not surprising that we find young David, brought up in so liberal an atmosphere, organizing revolts against established authority at an early age. The village school was a "National" one, under the supervision of the Church. In it the children were taught the tenets of the Anglican doctrine, as well as reading, writing, arithmetic, and history. One day every year the village squire, Mr. Ellis Nanney, with others of the gentry, would come to hear the children recite the catechism. David Lloyd-George and his younger brother, William, were almost the only Nonconformists in the school; but David, with his genius for leadership which he had from his earliest youth, unwilling to publicly avow the principles he did not believe, organized a mutiny so thorough that, when the master confidently gave the familiar questions, to his amazement, instead of the responses that heretofore had always come so glibly, there was dead silence. The questions were repeated in a louder tone; still no answers. After a humiliating pause little William George began to feel sorry for the master and piped up a shrill, "I believe," and the spell was broken. The rest followed like sheep, all but the ringleader, who remained erect, red and silent. Nevertheless, it was a real victory, for the |