The Girl in Her Teens Part 7

Bible cla.s.ses for those who want and need to know more of the Book they teach are easy of access to many, and courses of study are open to all. The training cla.s.s, where the characteristics of the various ages, and the needs of pupils, and how to meet them, may be intelligently considered, is possible in any community, and good correspondence courses are now available.

If one desires to do so it is perfectly possible for him to become a better teacher for the sake of those whom he instructs. For it is in desire, after all, that action is born, and that which one greatly desires he will seek after. To help the girl in her teens see the best in life and desire it, we have said, is the business of her teacher.

Through the physical, mental, and spiritual sides of her nature, the teacher is to lift the girl to the place where she can see for herself.

There are so many girls all over our country, and in the farthest corners of the earth, to-day rendering splendid service to the world, sometimes in the shelter of their own homes caring for their children, sometimes in great hospitals, or lonely outposts as nurses, sometimes as teachers or missionaries, often as servants of every sort, who are living with a broad outlook and deep, sympathetic insight, because somewhere, back in the teens, by the patient effort of teachers they were lifted out of their narrow selves to the place where they were able to catch a glimpse of the real meaning of life.

Finding it impossible one day to make my way through the crowds on the street waiting for a procession to pa.s.s, I stopped, and standing back a little from the curb watched the eager faces gazing up the street.

Right in front of me stood a group of men in their working clothes, and in their midst a tall, broad-shouldered expressman, explaining the reason for the "parade." In a moment the sound of bra.s.s instruments burst upon us, a line of policemen swung into sight, the crowd of small boys following close beside the uniformed men, their eyes on the flying banners, and keeping step as only boys can.

Suddenly above the noises of the street, above the commands of the officers and the music of the band, I heard a little, thin, shrill voice from the crowded corner where the men stood, cry out, "Lift me up so I can see!" It was a street child, a little girl, whose dress and face showed that neither money, time, nor thought had been expended upon her. She looked so tiny as she stood there trying to peer through the crowd at the procession in the street. But she was not afraid. Again it came, "Lift me up, I say, so I can see!" Eager, insistent, filled with desire, the voice attracted the attention of the men. There was a moment's hesitation, and then with that look one loves to see upon the face of a strong man, the expressman stooped and picked her up. As he held her there, high above the heads of the others, one little arm went round his neck, and she "held on tight"

while the other hand pointed at horses, banners and men, and she called out again and again in her joy and delight, "Now I can see, I can see everything!"

The procession pa.s.sed. He placed her on the sidewalk, and as the crowd scattered she hurried away, satisfaction written upon her small face.

But as I walked slowly back toward the great school buildings on the hill, her voice rang in my ears, "Lift me up so I can see!" And I knew that that is the unconscious cry of the childhood of the world to the teachers of the world; that those words are the plea, often unexpressed, of the girlhood of to-day-"Lift me up-so I can see!" And I know that those who answer must themselves have eyes opened by the Christ, to see, and hearts quickened by his power, to lift.

----- [1] "A Lovely Teacher," March 5, 1910.