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VISITATION AND AID SOCIETY

Procured the order in County Court in 1890 recognizing the religious right of parents.

Drafted the first Juvenile Court Bill, 1891.

Drafted the law governing the Transfer of Children. Assisted in drafting the Illinois Juvenile Court law and amendments and all rules governing the court. Assisted in drafting State Visitation law. Assisted in drafting the law governing the St. Charles School for Boys.

Assisted in preparing ordinances relating to Baby farms; establishing Houses of Shelter for Women and Girls and Chicago City Hospital for Children.

Procured Special Police Officers for St. Vincent's Infant Asylum, House of Good Shepherd, St. Mary's Training School for Boys, Chicago Industrial School for Girls. Was the petitioner in the case where the Supreme Court held the law unconstitutional relating to transfer of boys from the Reform School to the Penitentiary. The practice had been in force for 30 years and several thousand boys had thus been transferred.

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COPY OF ABOVE REPORT MAILED FREE ON APPLICATION TO VISITATION AND AID SOCIETY, 79 DEARBORN STREET, CHICAGO, ILL.

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IT IS WISER AND LESS EXPENSIVE TO SAVE CHILDREN THAN TO PUNISH CRIMINALS

TJUVENILE CURT RECORD

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ONE DOLLAR PER YEAR

MAY 15 1999

10 CENTS THE COPY

We Advocate the Establishment of a JUVENILE COURT in every State in the Union

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Dependent and Delinquent Children

by the JUVENILE COURT RECORD (Corporation) to disseminate Juvenile
Court and Child-Rescue news. It does NOT receive donations for any purpose.

MAY

"Entered as Second-Class Matter Aug. 28th 1903 at the Post Office at
Chicago, Illinois, under Act of March 3rd 1879."

1909

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Judge Ben. B. Lindsey Says,

The best time to handle a man is when he is a boy. The purpose of the Juvenile Court is to combine love with the Law.

It is possible to accomplish much more through love than by force, violence, fear and hate.

A boy should be taught to do right because he should want to do right.

Once you get a child to attend school regularly, you have the solution of the delinquent child problem.

Parents who send their boy to a saloon, or allow their girl to attend dance halls, should be taken before a Juvenile Court and put on probation.

We should never charge a child with crime. Hold his parents or guardians legally responsible.

Every case that pertains to a child must be tried in a Juvenile Court. This means that if a man strikes a boy or sells him cigarettes or liquor, the man is tried in that court. The children should be taught to respect the officers of the law, and not to fear them.

A boy's physical condition is often responsible for his misbehavior.

Give Us Boys a Chance.

How Will Borson Saved the Settlement.

For more than six weeks no rain had fallen along the southwest side of the Adirondacks. The ground was parched. In every direction from Seabury Settlement fires, had been burning, but as yet the valley of the West Canada had escaped.

But one night a careless man threw a burning match into a brush-heap. When morning come the west wind, blowing up the valley, was ash-laden and warm with the fire that was coming eastward toward the settlement in a line a mile wide.

Soon after daybreak Lem Lawson met the fire on his way to Noblesborough, and warned the settlement of its danger. One man hastened to Noblesborough for the fire-warden, two went up the West Canada to the lumber-camps. The rest of the male population, including boys, hastened down the main road to an old log trail. It was hoped the fire might be stopped at the opening the road afforded.

With hoes and shovels the men dug a trench through the loam to the sand, scattering the dirt over the leaves toward the fire. When the flames came along, they redoubled their efforts amid the flying sparks and suffocating smoke, but without avail. The sparks and great pieces of flaming birch curls carried the flames over the road into the woods beyond the men, fairly surrounding them with fire.

Beyond the road the fire had a freer sweep. Only the year

before that woodlot had been cut over for the spruce pulp. Hundreds of tree tops, brown and dry, needed only a spark to set them off, and it was a wave of flame that ran into each one, instead of mere sparks. In the more open places little tongues of fire darted in a narrow line for yards ahead of the main wave, skipping among the dusty leaves. The fire ran up the curly birches in spirals, and darted high above the tree-tops.

The men could only go before it, pausing now and then to throw dirt on a spark. Those who lived in the settlement glanced from side to side, wondering if the fire would cross the brook, where they now determined to make another and the last possible stand.

The settlement was built along the brink of a steep side hill. The bed of the stream was only a few feet widechiefly sand-bar and dry boulders at this time-and beyond it, toward the fire, was a flat, or bottom, sixty rods wide, averaging not two feet above the bed of the brook.

The bottom was covered with standing balsams and heaps of dead spruce tops, like those of the ridge, only larger and more numerous. It was a swampy lowland in all but the driest seasons; now it was like a great bed of match sticks, and quite as inflammable. Even the mold would burn there. Should the fire cross the brook, it would climb the hill and

burn the buildings. Then it would sweep across the narrow fields of grass, or go round the ends of the settlement clearing, into the "big woods." Lumbering was the main business of the settlement. Should these woods go, the men would be without homes and without occupation.

One of the fire-fighters was Will Borson, son of the man who had thrown the match, and as he fought with his hoe along the road he heard the men on each side of him cursing his father by name for his carelessness. More than once these men turned on Will, and told him he ought to put that fire out, since his father was to blame for it. The words stung bitterly, but he made no reply to them.

Will did his best. Sparks burned holes in his shirt; a flare. of sheet fire from a brush-heap singed his eyelashes and the hair over his forehead. When old Ike Frazier cried out, "It's no use here any more, boys!" Will was the last one to duck his head and run for the road up the creek to the settlement.

Half a dozen men were detailed to go to the houses and help the women carry the furniture and other household goods out in the fields to the watering-troughs; the rest hastened to the brook and scattered along it, and threw water on the brush at the edge, hoping the flames would be deadened when they came.

Among them worked Will Borson, thinking with all his might and looking up and down the creek as if the dry gray boulders, with a scant thread of water oozing down among them, would give him some inspiration. The width of the stream was only a few feet on an average, and twenty feet a the widest pools, over which the flames and sparks would quickly jump.

There were many trout in the stream, and Will knew the pools by heart. When Sol Cardin was planning to make a fishpond above the settlement the summer before, it was Will who had advised him to dam the gorge. The result had been that of the ten-acre pond on which the land-owner had calculated, he formed a lake two miles long and half a mile wide. The gorge was where the brook, in the course of ages, had worn down through forty feet of rock; here the dam of log cribbing was laid to the height of thirty feet, with a ballast of broken stone. Will was one of those who helped to build it, and up to the night before he had helped to get out stone for the foundation of a house Cardin was to build beside the lake.

The fire reached the flat at the foot of the ridge and came toward the brook in jumps. The men worked faster than ever with their ten-quart pails. Old Ike Frazier glanced up the stream, and saw Will leaning on his hoe-handle, doing nothing.

"Hi there!" yelled the man. "Get to work!"

"You tell the men they want to be looking out!" Will called back. "Something'll happen pretty quick!" With that he dropped his hoe and went climbing up the side-hill toward his home at the top. Mrs. Borson was just piling the last of her bedding on the wagon, when she saw Will coming toward her.

He unhitched the horse from the wagon, and had the harness scattered on the ground before his mother could control herself enough to cry.

"Those things'll be burned here! What are you taken the horse for-we-we-"

Then she sank to the ground and cried, while Will's younger brothers and sisters joined in.

Will did not stop to say anything, but leaped to the back of the horse, and away he went up the road, to the amaze

ment of those who were taking their goods form the houses. But he was soon in the woods above the settlement and out of sight of every one.

He was headed for the dam. He had thought to open the little sluice at the bottom of it, which would add to the volume of the water in the stream-raise it a foot, perhaps.

He reached the dam, and prying at the gate, opened the way. A stream of water two feet square shot from the bottom of the dam and went sloshing down among the rocks.

"That water'll help a lot," he thought. Then he heard the roar of the fire down the brook, and saw a huge dull, brickcolored flash as a big hemlock went up in flame. The amount of water gushing from the gate of the dam seemed suddenly small and useless. It would not fill the brook-bed. Will sprang to his feet.

In a little shanty a hundred yards away were the quarrying tools used in getting out the stone for the Cardin house. To this Will ran with all his speed.

With an old ax that was behind the shanty he broke down the door. Inside he picked up a full twelve-pound box of dynamite, and bored a hole the size of his finger into one side. Then with a fuse and a cap in one hand and the box under his arm, he hurried back to the dam.

He climbed down the ladder to the bottom of the dam, and fixing the fuse to the cap, ran it into the hole he had bored till it was well among the sawdust and sticks of dynamite. He cut the fuse to two minute's length, and carried the box back among the big key logs that held the dam, He was soon ready. He jammed the box under water among beams where it would stick. A match started the fuse going, and then Will climbed the ladder and ran for safety.

In a few moments the explosion came. Will heard the beams in the gorge tumbling as the dam gave way, and the water behind was freed. Away it went, washing and pounding down the narrow ravine, toward the low bottom which the fire was burning.

The fire-fighters heard the explosion, and paused, wondering, to listen. The next instant the roar of the water came to their ears, and the tremble caused by 'logs and boulders rolling with the flood was felt. Then every man understood what was done, for they had been logdrivers all their lives, and knew the signs of a loosed sluice-gate or of a broken jam. They climbed the steep bank toward the building, to be above the flood line, yelling warnings that were half-cheers. In a few moments the water was below the mouth of the gorge, and when it rushed over the low west bank of the brook and spread out on the wide flat where the fire was raging. For a minute clouds of steam and loud hissing marked the progress of the wave, and then the brushheads from edge to edge of the valley bottom were covered and the fire was drowned.

The fires left in the trees above the high-water mark and the flames back on the ridge still thrust and flared, but were unable to cross the wide, wet flood-bed. The settlement and the "big woods" beyond were saved.

Sol Cardin reached the settlement on the following day, and heard the story of the fire. In response to an offer from Will, he replied:

"No, my boy, you needn't pay for the dam by working or anything else. I'm in debt to you for saving my timber above the settlement, instead." Then he added, in a quiet way characteristic of him, "It seems a pity if wit like yours doesn't get its full growth."-Youth's Companion.

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