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Is there a place to put them? It appears upon examination that a small desk could still be placed somewhere, but the walls are all so figured out that there is no place for a bookcase. In this regrettably patronizing attitude toward the book you recall the priceless libraries that are apparently thrown out on the street markets. And you once more sorrowfully recall all the stories of how herrings and cucumbers were wrapped in the priceless pages torn from the rarest editions.

The absence of a writing desk is explained quite definitely by the reminder that a writing desk is supposed to stand in an office. Herein is apparent a definite suggestion that outside the office, there should be no mental occupations and evening relaxations are meant for a hilarious time that should not burden the brain.

And thus the so-called relaxations, which should be most priceless hours of accumulation and refinement of consciousness, are dissipated like pearls thrown in the dust of the street. And thus the book in contemporary usage becomes an object of luxury. The mediocre consciousness altogether unlearns to read, as he even good-naturedly confesses.

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And there is both time and money to possess houses that are a treasury of knowledge, but the thought about these treasures simply leaves our daily habit. By what do people live? Through many objects. But the realization of this, as well as the beauty of the book itself as a creation, passes out of the life. So also can one observe the character and the essence of a friend according to the condition in which they return the books loaned to them.

It is true that very often you meet with a most careful, a most honorable attitude toward the book, and then you understand why certain volumes remained from the seventeenth and fifteenth centuries. To burn a book with something, to turn down the leaves, perhaps to tear away the corner, and sometimes even to cut out the illustration that one likes is not considered a sacrilege. Every librarian will tell you about his grievances not only regarding lost books but also editions mutilated forever.

He who destroys a book reveals the low condition of his consciousness. Truism though this be, let whoever reads it be afraid to soil or tear a book. In the midst of universal crises, material as well as spiritual, the general latitude toward books will be one of the convincing circumstances. And in our dwellings we will also find a place for a bookcase and for a writing desk as well as for the sacred images, which by their presence remind us about the Highest, the Beautiful, and the Infinite. The books of recent editions have become very meager—both in measure and in their specific contents.

The author is seemingly afraid to bore because the publisher dins into his ears about the peculiar demands of the reader. And suddenly you discover that most of the books are being read by poor people, and the desire of true realizations lives in people who with difficulty earn for themselves the bread of tomorrow.

Looking over the almanac of world information, you will, with keen interest, follow the statistic of literacy as well as the number of volumes in public libraries of the world. How inconsistent with many official presentations are distributed the number of books in these National Treasuries. Let us not quote these instructive numbers because The World Almanac , a yearly book, is in reach of those who desire to get acquainted with the consistency of these acquisitions. For many people, the figures will contain great surprises. Because of that, let us not forget that literacy, although undoubtedly a step to culture, is of itself not yet a guarantee of those reading books or their sane cultural application.

If one could take another census, namely as to how many of the literate people do not read books, the results would be very instructive. Then also, if from the number of readers would be eliminated the readers of cheap fiction, we would see that the entire number of serious books and editions is supported by a comparatively minute amount of people out of the entire population of the world. This condition still further demands a careful attitude not only toward serious editions, but also toward those individuals who make out of them a wise and proper application.

Some touching episodes about the loving care of books are not forgotten. Unforgettable is the story of one poor writer who wanted to give to his bride, as a wedding present, what to him was the most valuable thing, a monograph on the creation of an artist who most inspired him. It is also unforgettable when this touching love toward books is kindled independently in the most early youth.

She is not permitted to take this book, but she takes advantage of the absence of her elders—not for mischief and play but in order again to utilize this moment of freedom to commune with the great Images. Dear to us are these children, the bearers of the best Images, who, directed by their hearts, independently seek the bookcase in their search for this unchangeable friend of true happiness. Because Edison spontaneously sought the bookcase, from early childhood he realized how he could benefit humanity.

In the community instinct of newspaper work is also expressed a hearty striving toward the spreading of the useful. Let us also remember the great mind, Ruskin, who so touchingly contributed his first efforts and inspirations toward the great Biblical Epos. Let us remember many glorious ones. Long ago the power of thought was already spoken about as well as the art of thinking.

But every art must be developed and nurtured, and shall not the hearth of this sacred art be near a bookcase?

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Let us turn to the bookcase not only as to a comforter and guardian but also as to a leader and vitalizer. Do not the consistently creative minds of great thinkers emanate from it? Or vitality? Or does not the resistance to all evil and to all the unprecedented obstacles of existence come from it? And does not creative joy come from it? According to Usinara, the art gallery is to be erected in the central part of the city, on a site where four roads cross, in front of palaces and houses or in the center of the main street.

They must be of several colors, brilliant with various color shades. According to Usinara, painting is for the pleasure of the gods, for the satisfaction of the presiding deity of the building, and also for beauty. And in another age, in other expressions, but similarly uplifting, Leonardo da Vinci praises the great meaning of art.

The same solemn homage we find amid the Chinese classics, in Japan, in Persia, and everywhere in the world; this is told by the best people in the highest terms. In art is contained the seed of construction, not destruction. This was felt always, even in those days when everything was ignorance. A real creation of art has within itself something soothing and reconciling. Thus, almost a hundred years ago, the great men of Russian literature—Gogol and Zhukovsky—corresponded with each other. Both illustrious writers were known for their unusually broad appreciation of art, and, therefore, the words quoted above have a never-fading significance.

One must only remember how these two great writers have beautifully expressed themselves in appreciation of the various domains of art. Only broad thinking and an experienced outlook can come to such enlightening and convincing conclusions. In the essays and letters of these writers, one may find the most touching descriptions of beautiful works of art, ancient as well as modern. One can always rejoice when in any country the people respond with equal love to both the art of antiquity and modern art.

He who would show contempt for the past would only disclose himself as an ignoramus. And in the same light would appear he who showed no attention to his contemporary searchings. With what indignation one looks at the profanity manifested by those who disparagingly speak of the beloved treasures carried over from beautiful past ages.

Precisely, in limitless art one can study the best observations upon the state of human consciousness. The refinement of consciousness will first of all resound upon all domains of art. In all branches of art and craftsmanship, a broad consciousness will notice an element of true creativeness. After all, art is limitless, and creation realized or hidden, secret, accomplished, or unfinished penetrates everywhere. Precisely, art secures the high quality of every production. Today the newspapers are laughing that in Pisa a new bridge has just collapsed; whereas the old bridge, constructed six hundred years ago, still stands unharmed.

I was also told recently of the similar strength of old Turkish bridges, which withstood even the onslaught of modern artillery fire. In the last earthquake of India and Nepal, the modern buildings have greatly suffered, while the ancient temples have withstood the strain. One can enumerate endless examples of the triumph of high quality in many ancient arts of the past. We remember with what ease modern colors can be removed from ancient, recently restored paintings. And not only does the difference of age play its part, but the cause lies in the disappearance of the quality of many productions.

One dreads to think what will remain in the future of some of the modern creations. At present, one is moved to emphasize once more that we have received from antiquity much evidence of the facts of how beautiful is the combination of quality and creativeness. It is most inspiring to witness that quality has made it possible for great creations to survive for long ages. We thank the old masters that their methods of work have stood so long and have given to so many people happiness and new inspiration.

But when you think of the paths of the protection of cultural treasures, then you especially often meet and come close to the concept of quality. When studying ancient qualities, it will be easier for us to plan our modern buildings so that they can withstand the many calamities of the future, not lose their beauty. The entire upbuilding—all enlightenment, all spiritual inspiration, all happiness and salvation—will be born upon the foundations of cultural treasures.

At first let us realize and safeguard culture, and then the designs on the banknotes of the country will also become attractive.

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Along the innumerable paths of communication, creativeness will surge forward in all its noble multiformity. Likewise, it will not be an exaggeration to say that the language of the heart has many times proved in the history of mankind most convincing and attractive as well as unifying. Not only are the names of Apollonius, Rubens, Velasquez, and many others immortalized in art but also their unforgettable advice in the field of statesmanship. Objects of art themselves have, many a time, been the best ambassadors, introducing peace and friendship.

We already have pointed out that the exchange of art treasures even prevented misunderstandings and was ahead of verbal agreements. If the world, according to Plato, is ruled by ideas, then noble seeds of art will always be that beneficial sowing, which will give the best, well-remembered harvest. Therefore, it will not be commonplace to affirm again and again the wide meaning of art and the true value of the beautiful. Thus let us safeguard everything that is beautiful with all the care of our heart.

For the establishment of our Pact for the Protection of Cultural Treasures, first of all, one has to acquaint oneself with the history of the origin of the Red Cross. The founder of this noble idea, the famous Swiss philanthropist, H. Dunant, and his self-sacrificing friends, for seventeen years have tirelessly knocked at the hearts of mankind in order to tell of the undeferrability of such a humanitarian project.

Everyone should remember the history of the Red Cross, which had so many troubles and difficulties. Likewise, in the question of the protection of art treasures, let us always keep in mind that these great treasures are being destroyed not only during times of war but also during the manifestation of every human ignorance. Alone, the protection of cultural treasures will awaken many dormant paths of creativeness and entire countries will again remember that therein lies their strength and unconquerable dignity and value.

Let us always remember how beautifully such great men of India, Vivekananda and Tagore, spoke about art. I am, above all, a poet.

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Rabindranath Tagore concluded his article What Is Art? On the Karakorum Pass, at nineteen thousand five hundred feet, on this highway, the highest in the world, the groom Goorban began to question me:. It must be that a great treasure has been hidden hereabouts, as the way to this place is surely arduous. Having traversed all the passes, one may chance upon a smooth vault. It must be that here are great secrets, but we do not know the entry-way to them. When will there be writings in books that reveal what has been hidden away, and where?

All around this majestic Karakorum Pass, the white peaks glistened dazzlingly. All round us without a break rose a most brilliant scintillation. On the path itself, as if for a reminder, lay a great quantity of whitened bones. Were not some of these wayfarers going for treasures? Indeed, countless caravans have crossed the Karakorum for riches.

Here I am reminded of another tradition concerning a treasure. In Italy, at Orvieto, they related a remarkable legend to me about hidden artistic treasures. The story concerned either Duccio himself or one of his contemporaries. It was told in a lofty style that goes so well with the mellifluous Italian language. For the beclouded eye, it has been difficult to evaluate forms, especially lofty ones. People have demanded nothing but the observance of old rules, and beauty has not often been accessible to them. It thus happened with the great artist of whom we are speaking.

His best pictures, instead of exaltingly touching the hearts of people, were subjected to condemnation and mockery. For a long time, the artist endured this unjust attitude toward himself. Once he depicted a marvelous Madonna, but the envious prevented the hanging of this image in its predestined place.

And this happened not once or twice, but several times. When the viper begins to creep in, it invades both palace and hovel. And so while I am alive, I shall also glorify it. Since the envious and the ignorant put obstacles in the way of my works, I shall not lead the evil ones into worse bitterness of heart. I shall collect the pictures rejected by them.

I shall store them securely in oaken chests and, availing myself of the goodwill of my friend the abbot, I shall hide them in the deep cellars of the monastery. When the ordained day shall come, future generations will discover them. If, by the will of the Creator they must remain hidden, let it be so! And so, we do not know where this priceless treasure is preserved. True, in certain cloisters, old paintings have been found in crypts, but these have been found singly; they were not purposefully deposited there, and therefore could not be the treasure intentionally hidden by the great artist.

Certainly we have many monasteries and still more temples and castles that lie in ruins. Who knows, perhaps the tradition relates to one of these remains, already destroyed and razed by time. May it not be that these treasures have likewise been unexpectedly dispersed, or rather, preserved in different countries? Of course human practices are often repeated. Consequently, we find in history repetitions of human wanderings and ascents. I will bury them here. Let us too add to the great treasures. He looked surprised, even frightened. Even to us lowly people it is known that there, deep down, are extensive underground vaults.

In them have been gathered treasures from the beginning of the world. There are also great guardians. Some have been fortunate enough to see how, from the hidden entry-ways, come tall white men, who then again withdraw underground. Sometimes they appear with torches, and many caravaneers know these fires. These subterranean beings do no evil.

They even help people. Then it seemed to him that someone was moving around him. He looked around in the darkness but there appeared no horse, no man—he saw nothing. Yet, when he put his hand in his pocket, he found a handful of gold pieces. Thus do the great dwellers of the mountains help miserable people in misfortune. And again the stories came to mind about the secret magnets established by the followers of the great philosopher and traveler, Apollonius of Tyana.

It is said that in definite places where it had been ordained that new states be built up or great cities erected, or that great discoveries and revelations should take place, there, on all such sites were implanted portions of a giant meteor, sent from the distant luminaries. There has even been a custom of testifying to the truth of statements by reference to such ordained places. You know how to do everything and boast of knowing everything, and yet you do not enter into the secrets which are guarded by the great fire!

Would you restrain the Symphony of the Spheres? Would you bid the thunders of heaven to cease? Would you still the waterfalls and the whirlwinds? Would you command silence of the birds or prohibit the call of the stag? Would you deaden all human song? Would you mute the divine canticles and harmonies?

What terror would prevail on earth without the Supreme Sounds! One may not even imagine what would transpire in nature, since sound and light are inalienably united. How many beautiful legends from the most remote times confirm the significance of the divine harmonies! As a symbol for all generations, the myth of Orpheus, who enchanted beasts and all living things with his celestial music has been cited. Even serpents lose their venomous intent before music, and the wild yak becomes calm and yields her milk to those who approach her with song.

It is instructive to notice how many beautiful human achievements would have remained incomplete if unaccompanied by the inspiration of song and music. Without the trumpet call, the walls of Jericho would not have fallen. Finally there is no home nor hut from which sound, as exalting and evoking harmony, may be excluded.

We call the book, the friend of the home; we raise our eyes through the contemplation of superb lines and colors. Should we not, then, consider the harmony of the sound as our guide to the highest worlds? It is impossible to conceive of a temple without the harmony of voice or instruments. And King David, the Psalmist, composed his psalms with the thought of their rendition with instruments or voice. Not for the silent bookshelf did the Psalmist King create his invoking and instructive psalms. Not by accident, truly, is sound emphasized in the Bible and in other ancient writings.

What can so greatly touch the human heart; what will make it immediately finer and more compassionate, completely broader in the span of receptivity? The expansion of the heart as the all-manifest understanding and the broadest striving engender creativeness in all manifestations.


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My young Friends! I speak to you in the same language as to your elders, because your hearts are, if not more, equally open to the Beautiful. By your ingenuousness, your pure smile of joy, you often approach and enter with unusual ease into the Palaces of Beauty. Naturally, you love music. Continue not only to love it but constantly refine your understanding and approach to it. Perceive its meaning more personally; it will reveal your creativeness, will nurture your hearts and make accessible that which, lacking harmony and sound, would perhaps remain ever dormant. If stones can concur and proclaim in harmonious chorus, will men be lower than stones?

Are they only fit to quarrel and in contradiction, to mumble the unnecessary? A beautiful symphony unites human hearts. People become not merely listeners, but in their hearts they become partakers of the beautiful act. And this uplifting call leads them to achievement and to better expressions of life. To you, my Friends, I send my thoughts for achievement, to those best manifestations of life to which each of you are destined and which only inexcusable neglect can leave unexpressed.

Under the best sounds, in sorrow, in labor and in joy, hasten to the predestined Light! I remember in Kuchar in Central Asia, somebody told us a beautiful tale about the perfection of Art. In the sand, that hide the buried city of Kuchar, we were amazed to hear such a living tradition, which uplifts art:. The latter was not at home and only a boy was there. This boy gave the artist a very large sum for the painting. And so it was. It appeared that the paint was put on the canvas with such skill and special knowledge of colors, that during the cold weather these colors disappeared and became visible only when it got warm again, following the perfection of nature.

Remember the sense of the Beautiful. Keep your enthusiasm, and develop creative thought—such thought is the chief thing—that power of thought is the real possibility and it is the most practical advice to have pure thoughts. Lovingly does Asia guard the traditions about the perfection of quality, which resounds with Cosmos. Amidst the vast uplands of the Gobi we heard an uplifting song. A lonely bard—a Mongol— sitting on a hillock, callingly addressed himself to the dawn.

When we came nearer, the Mongol became silent. We asked him to repeat his beautiful tune. And will he ever tell you the name of his Guru? The Unspeakable sounds in the heart. In the sacred fires of the heart will the Music of the Spheres resound, as the highest leading inspiration. In the newspaper Isvestya Moscow, , Elena Bragantzeva writes about the preservation of the Novgorod treasures of antiquity.

She also mentions Tamara Konstantinova, who has devoted a great deal of work, in a general way, for the people. The names of such workers must be broadly recorded and preserved for posterity. Let all those be revered who, with danger to their lives, labor for the saving and preservation of cultural treasures. And if someone was not quick enough to understand how to save the national heritage in time, let his unfortunate name also be recorded.

We read in the newspapers about many volunteers who helped in the work of preservation of national treasures. These volunteers comprise a true legion of honor. Let all these valued workers be honored, as Heroes of Culture. Mother—the Heroine, this is a valorous distinction, but the Hero of Culture will also he recorded with reverence in the memory of the nation. The war heroes are justly honored.

The people will take pride in their names, knowing how much self-sacrifice was written into the pages of world history by the Russian Army. How many obstacles were conquered for the glory of the Motherland! A great epic was created, to be remembered by future generations. Victory, victory! And what an unusual victory of a whole people which brought forth a host of heroes. Alongside the war heroes there have arisen heroes of labor, who have given their strength also for the glorious victory.

Side by side with them also labored the heroes of Culture—saviours of the national heritage. And among them will be many unknown heroes, who cared greatly about the protection of the cultural treasures. We have heard about many of them, but there are a great many more who have not yet been revealed. However, they will be found and the nation will bow to them. Recently, Yakovlev spoke beautifully to the young people about the restoration of the art works.

The architects are already working to rebuild the cities. It is astonishing to observe how much has been already restored in that tremendous national uprising. Amidst pain and sorrow a people molds new glory for its beloved country. Heroes of war, heroes of labor, heroines—mothers, heroes of Culture, a great unconquerable host of heroes! Thus people are again in a heroic period of construction. Just we have received from Moscow the magazine Slaviane with a magnificent article by the famous architect Stchussev about speedy reconstruction of the cities destroyed by German vandalism.

What a glorious incessant work! Untiring heroes! Verily, in all countries real heroes are needed. War Armageddon is over, but now an Armageddon of Culture is raging. All culture warriors should be ready for a common co-operative work. For twenty-two years we have been connected with India and can speak about cultural needs of this great country. In India a glorious Renaissance of Art, Science and Culture is approaching and people should be prepared to meet this benevolent turn of Evolution. Nowadays after a victorious war all cultural needs have become apparent and should be fostered.

In the sacred traditions of Bharata, Art and Knowledge were venerated as moving powers of the Nation. The same beautiful tradition should be upheld just now when the whole world is searching for the best ways towards a Renaissance. The needs of the young generation should be, met by all means. The centers of Culture would be deeply welcomed by artists and scientists by all cultural workers.

For the young generation such Centers will become indispensable. Artists have no exhibition Hall, but without encouragement Art cannot grow—on ice there are no flowers. There must be Halls for lectures. Museums should grow not only as museums of Archeology, but also of contemporary Art. The Libraries should be enriched by best editions, thus helping the young writers. Unlimited is the sacred plow-field of Culture. The blessed future can grow only on cultural unity. Not only in big cities but even in rural areas such centers could be started. From a small corn grows a mighty oak. An endless host of heroes is needed for such strongholds of Culture.

From this standpoint, pacts are nothing more than scraps of paper. My idea, however, is very different. For a long time I have been a member of the French Red Cross, having been elected a life member, so I am well aware of the history of this admirable institution from the day of its of its founding by H. I remember the irony and derision that hailed his idea, and this great Swiss was labeled utopian and mocked for his impracticable ideas.

Seventeen years of steady labor were required before he was able to realize his humanitarian scheme, and what seemed impossible was eventually realized. Even today, you will find people who take an evil pleasure in stating that Italian bombs recently destroyed Red Cross hospitals. Barbarous incidents, however, do not affect the lofty ideals of the Red Cross.

One can spit at and insult divine images, but this is not likely to change their character. My idea concerning the preservation of artistic and scientific treasures aims at creating an international impulse to protect all that is precious and valuable to life. If the Red Cross sign recalls humanitarianism, then a similar sign ought to remind mankind of its cultural treasures. From his early school years and throughout all of his social manifestations, man should have a clear conception of the significance and the importance of art and science.

Pictorial impressions are the most lasting and decisive. If children, then, are taught from their early years to respect the Red Cross of Culture, then their consciousness is much more likely to rise to a higher plane. In our correspondence on such matters, we have received many interesting suggestions. The subject was brought to the fore in an article by our friend De la Pradelle concerning the preservation of works of art in times of war.

My effort then has been to stimulate thought toward a higher level rather than argue over scraps of paper. If, as in the case of H. Dunant, we must put up with all sorts of abuse, this will not discourage us. The archives of literature and the opinions of all sorts of individuals point to endless strife and effort in this direction.

This would seem to be a sublime utopia, and yet the human heart will never pray for war, even though this remains the infamous condition of our time. Space is filled with prayers for the peace of the whole world, and in this saturation of space, there is light and optimism. And if it is not to be for us today, then let us hope that it will be for the humanity that is to come, and that we have been told to love. There may be very different opinions as to the present state of mankind, and one can look upon scientific progress with pessimism or optimism.

Currently, however, malice and hatred are pouring up from the pit of darkness, and it is very difficult for people to see clearly. The weak in spirit do not understand how those who are predisposed to right conduct are often kept apart by trifling prejudices, which we ought to overcome by setting an example to the younger generation.

Not so much time now remains for us to labor in this world and to set forth all we have learned from our contact with the most varied types of people. Suspicion, belittlement, and indifference there cannot be where the heart is concerned, and so, let us continue to express the desires of the heart. In all of us there is a fund of precious recollection that can be of use in all circumstances. You know that I and all of us have to undergo slander. Not long ago a friend wrote from Paris to say that certain people had invented all sorts of fictions about me, going as far as to allege that I did not paint my pictures.

All this, however, has no effect because truth is a thing that will come out. Culture and Peace—the most sacred goal of Humanity! In the days of great confusion, both material and spiritual, the disturbed spirit strives to these radiant strongholds. But we should not unite only abstractly in the name of these regenerating conceptions. According to our abilities, each in their own field should bring them into actual surrounding life, as the most necessary and undeferrable.

For forty years, we have been trying to combat vandalism. At our Peace Pact meeting in , we proposed a special Banner of Peace for the protection of all cultural treasures. Committees for promoting the Peace Pact were elected in New York. An international union for the Pact was established with its central seat in Bruges, where a congress for spreading the ideal of Peace through Culture was in session, with the most significant results, proving how close this aim is to the hearts of all the positive people in the world.

From all light-bearing centers should thunder ceaselessly the worldwide call to eliminate the very possibility of wars and create for generations to come new, lofty traditions of the veneration of real cultural treasures. Untiringly unfurling the Banner of Peace everywhere, we, by this, destroy the very physical field for war. Let us also affirm the World Day of Culture, when simultaneously in all schools and all educational institutions, the world will be reminded of the true treasures of humanity, of creative heroic enthusiasm, of the betterment and adornment of life. For this purpose we have not only to safeguard, by all available means, our cultural heritage, but we must consciously value these treasures, remembering that every contact with them will already ennoble the human spirit.

As we have already witnessed, wars cannot be stopped by interdicts, nor can malice nor falsehood be prohibited. But undeferrably, patiently striving to the highest treasures of humanity, we may make these issues of darkness altogether inadmissible, as breeds the progeny of crass ignorance. The ennobled expanded consciousness, having contacted the realm of culture will naturally enter the path of peaceful constructiveness, discarding as shameful rubbish all belittlement of human dignity generated by ignorance.

The lists of adherers to the Banner of Peace are already long and glorious. The banner has already been consecrated during the congress in Bruges in the Basilica of the Holy Blood, and by this had been given the sacred oath to introduce it everywhere by all means. Friends from all ends of the world, who have trusted and have saturated space with their heartiest wishes, will not look in vain for the Banner over all the shrines of real treasures. Every day brings new letters, new responses.

Verily peace and culture are at present especially and urgently needed. It is not so much a new law, but the imperative wish, the one panhuman desire, to safeguard the achievements of mankind, which is so badly needed. Every endeavor, even the most evident, requires an active start. For peace and culture one does not need a unanimous worldwide votum. The beautiful principles of the General Good can be affirmed on every scale, still retaining their vital potentiality. Verily, time is short; lose neither a day nor an hour. Kindle the flame of the heart with indomitable enthusiasm.

Nefarious German vandalism far superseded the notorious Herostratus, who enlisted his name in history. More and more we are witnessing innumerable, ugly destructions, and alas, they increase. Humanity does not become better, and I recall the sorrowful words of my late friend Rabindranath Tagore in a letter just before his last illness! The ugly manifestations of naked militarism on all sides forebode an evil future, and I almost lose faith in civilization itself.

And we cannot give up our efforts, for that would only hasten the end. But one must be too daring to risk a prophecy these days. Indeed, we cannot give up our efforts. The war of Armageddon is over, but the Armageddon of culture is raging. We set down the name of a maniac as a most shameful stigma, but not to burden the pages of history.

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This simple, interactive book features a swivelling head so that Busy Baby can show a happy or sad expression, keeping the very youngest readers busy reading, playing and learning. This little book, packed with facts and beautiful full-colour photographs, takes children on a fascinating journey into the world of butterflies. Young readers will learn about the parts of a butterfly, the differences between butterflies and moths, the butterfly life cycle and the different families of butterflies.

Children are encouraged to help protect butterfly habitats by building butterfly gardens. When a little girl moves to a new town, she finds a place called Butterfly Park. But when she opens the gate, there are no butterflies. Determined to lure the butterflies in, she inspires her entire town to help. Soon the butterflies — and the girl — feel right at home. Luminous paper-cut illustrations and an enchanting story encourage community, friendship and wonderment at the beauty of everyday life. Dekker and his sister Riley are living with their weird great-aunt in Button Hill for the summer.

Dekker discovers an old grandfather clock with a skull face and he inadvertently opens a door between Dayside, land of the living, and Nightside, realm of the dead. Then Riley disappears, and Dekker learns that to save her he must follow her into Nightside and make a difficult sacrifice. In this colourful board book, the search for a lost button takes a little girl on an adventure to a store filled with buttons. This charming story shows toddlers how imagination and creativity can make anything possible.

The lilting text makes for a great read-aloud, while every page provides an opportunity to explore both numbers and colours. Clancy, the family's lovable chocolate Lab, has disappeared and Kenzie starts to hear stories about other dogs going missing. Then Kenzie finds Clancy's ID tag and a van loaded up with dog food. With the help of Gayle, a courageous schoolmate whose dog has also disappeared, Kenzie uncovers an illegal operation that grabs dogs off the street and turns them into bloodthirsty killers.

Caillou is bullied at daycare by a much bigger and stronger boy named Theo. Sometimes, Theo uses his strength to get what he wants. Caillou is afraid of him. In this story, Caillou learns to stand up for himself and say no to bullying. Feeling like a big kid, Caillou packs a school bag and is off to first grade. He likes recess, lunch hour and drawing on the blackboard, but not all the bells and rules!

With the help of his friend Sarah, Caillou makes his first snowman. The snow is perfect, but Caillou lacks experience. Sarah proves to be a very patient teacher. They finish with a delicious snack made by Mommy, and Caillou makes sure the snowman is not left out! This title is also available in French as Caillou et le bonhomme de neige.

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Caillou has a busy day playing outside and getting dirty. Now it's bath time! Splashing in the tub turns out to be just as much fun as playing in the garden. Now Caillou is all clean, at least until tomorrow! Caillou is confused when Emma is allowed to have extra snacks at preschool until he learns that Emma has type 1 diabetes. Caillou worries and tries to protect her. But when Emma outruns him in a race, Caillou realizes that Emma is managing her diabetes and still having lots of fun, just like other kids.

But soon, the evening turns into an indoor camping adventure, complete with marshmallows roasted in the fireplace. Caillou is especially delighted when he gets to sleep by the hearth in his sleeping bag. This title is also available in French as Caillou: La panne de courant. The alphabet soup is much too hot! Daddy thinks of a learning game to help Caillou wait for it to cool off. Young readers can learn all the letters of the alphabet along with Caillou.

Each letter is illustrated with a variety of words and pictures. Have some fun with a game of alphabet soup! Grab your carry-along book and discover the world with your friend Caillou. Packed with illustrations from Caillou's universe and a wide variety of words organized by theme, this book will help young ones expand their vocabulary. Children will learn the words to designate animals, objects around the house, colours and much more.

Kateiko doesn't want to be Rin anymore — not if it means sacrificing lives to protect the dead. Her only way out is to join another tribe. Killing a colonial soldier and falling for Tiernan isn't part of the plan. Now she must choose between leaving Tiernan or abandoning others to die and decide what's worth dying — or killing — for. Calvin has always known his fate was linked to the comic strip, Calvin and Hobbes.

As the hallucinations persist, Calvin struggles to regain control of his own mind and destiny — with one grand, incredible adventure. Will Cammie learn why she was abandoned and be able to start her new life? Or will she find more secrets? Can she ever put the past behind her? Max knows his mom can't afford to send him to summer camp, but he really needs a break from looking after his autistic brother, Duncan.

When his mom says that he can go after all, there's a catch. There are spots available at the camp for families with special needs, and Max could attend at no charge — if he goes as Duncan's companion. Irene Latham, who is white, and Charles Waters, who is black, use this fictional set-up to delve into different experiences of race in a relatable way. This remarkable collaboration invites readers to join the dialogue by putting their own words to their experiences. This book explores how and where clothes are made, how the people who make the clothes are treated and how the companies who sell the clothes affect the health of our planet.

Follow the book's guide to spending your money in a responsible and eco-friendly way — your outfits have more power than you realize! A 21st-century activist's guide for anyone who has access to a smartphone. This how-to manual looks at specific ways you can create social change through the tap of a screen. Filled with examples of successful hashtag campaigns, viral videos and new socially conscious apps, the book provides practical advice for using your smartphone as a tool for social justice. From zero degrees and one flag to 10 sled dogs and 25 fishing boats, the youngest readers will delight in counting their way across Canada!

Paul Covello's brilliantly bold artwork counts up all things Canada and Canadian in this board book that will be enjoyed by readers young and old. From the author of the beloved Canada ABC. From A is for Arctic to Z is for Zamboni , Paul Covello's gloriously bright and detailed board book for the very young highlights Canada's iconic symbols, animals and events.

Cheery scenes of Canadiana include dogsledding, outdoor hockey and celebrating Canada Day, while Canadian symbols such as the inuksuk, the loonie and a totem pole are vibrantly depicted. From the author of the beloved Toronto ABC. The music to this soothing lullaby is available online at babylullaby.

Take a tour of Canada's fascinating history! This timely title highlights a milestone for every year from Confederation in , up to our Sesquicentennial in O Canada! Along with featured stories, the pages are filled with short biographies, important firsts, quotes and trivia. This is a compelling snapshot of the people, places and events that have shaped our country — one year at a time. Partly a geography lesson and partly a socio-cultural journey, this charmingly illustrated volume is chock-full of fascinating Canadiana and brimming with extension activity possibilities.

An exploration of what it is to be uniquely Canadian! Every Canada Day, monsters from each province and territory based on Canadian folklore and First Nations legends gather for a picnic. The monsters play games like swamp hockey and eat blackfly pie and banana slug sundaes. How does a beaver warn of danger? Where do walruses like to live? This lively poem will engage youngsters as it introduces them to a variety of Canadian animals, their habits and their habitats.

Mixed-media illustrations with vibrant colours will delight readers young and old. Candyville is ruled by the Juicy Jelly Worm, who leaves a daily path of sugary destruction for the children to repair. And the candy? They never get even a bite! Together the children sow a delicious plot to tempt the Juicy Jelly Worm — can they spark the sweetest trade ever? In an ode to Newfoundland weather, this is the story of Kate, who is eager for summer to begin, but whose plans for bonfires and picnics are squelched by relentless rain, drizzle and fog.

Doody captures perfectly the long pause that Newfoundlanders know so well as they await the capelin small food fish whose arrival is said to signal the return of summer. Monty the Malodorous is a daring pirate. He is brave! He is bold! But when his crew jump in the ocean for their Saturday scrub, Monty stays on deck bellowing, "Real pirates don't bathe! So, what or who will it take for this putrid pirate to take the plunge? Readers will discover that the natural element, carbon, is found in all living things, including people.

Detailed diagrams and an experiment help explain photosynthesis, respiration and how human activities can disrupt the cycle's balance. All the birds tease old Crow for his scraggly feathers and harsh call, especially proud Cardinal. But when Cardinal gets into trouble, only Crow is smart enough to get him out. Will Crow choose to help the boastful bird? This thoughtful picture book reminds us all that pride and foolishness often go hand in hand, or in this case, "claw in claw. Twenty years ago, Carey Price was flying kilometres across British Columbia in his father's plane so he could play on the nearest organized hockey team.

Today, he is one of the most recognizable figures in hockey! Throughout his incredible career, Carey has taken every opportunity to encourage all young people, especially those who share his Indigenous background, to follow their dreams. In this hint-and-reveal board book, babies and toddlers will enjoy discovering and guessing what breed of cat is hiding on the next page. Playful rhyming text and inviting illustrations combine to create a fun reading experience for cat lovers of all ages!

Annie and her dog Carson, who live in Tofino, British Columbia, are setting out to visit her sister in Newfoundland. There they are greeted by Elsie — with a special surprise for Carson! Tank and Fizz go snout to snout with the ancient dragon, Firebane Drakeclaw! Thieves have stolen the Crown of Peace and Tank and Fizz saw the whole thing. Now the detectives must track down the thieves and find the crown, or their whole class will become dinner for one very hungry dragon! Third-grade detective Myron and his detective partner, Hajrah, have their work cut out for them.

Multiple suspects and a tight deadline have the West Meadows Detectives scrambling to figure out who is behind this case of maker mischief before time runs out. But the case leads to a mysterious hacker who threatens all the monsters of Rockfall Mountain. With the help of their wizard-in-training partner, Aleetha, Tank and Fizz dodge deadly battle bots and sinister spell books in a race to stop an angry ancient demon. The Wollstonecraft Girls have a new case! A famous dinosaur-fossil hunter is being blackmailed, forced to authenticate fake dinosaur bones to get her beloved dog back.

Working fast, Ada and Mary must track down the fossil fakers, find the dog and save the integrity of science! This quirky caper involves an asthmatic pug, smoke bombs, diabolical disguises and wicked wordplay. When Shadow Tower professors disappear, it's up to monster sleuths Tank and Fizz to solve the mystery and find the missing mages.

Using detective skills, a pinch of magic and a trickle of technology, the friends stumble into a dangerous battle. Can Tank and Fizz overcome their fears and track down the missing mages before the black magic makes them disappear for good? Lady Ada Byron, 11, is an awkward, mildly rude genius. Mary Godwin, 14, is an adventurous, kind romantic. Together they form the Wollstonecraft Detective Agency — a secret constabulary for the apprehension of clever criminals. Their first case involves a stolen heirloom, a false confession and an array of fishy suspects.

Ada's grandmother has shut down the Wollstonecraft Detective Agency — until they get a royal case! The princess Alexandrina Victoria, age nine, has only one thing of her own — a sketchbook she uses as a secret diary. And that sketchbook has disappeared. This clandestine case will involve breaking into Kensington Palace and uncovering a host of surprising royal secrets. Meet Myron: a third-grader whose unique perspective from the autism spectrum makes him a top-notch sleuth.

But when the school kitchen is burgled, Myron is on the case! Helping him are his classmates from Resource Room 15, whose creative problem-solving skills and unique talents come in handy! Fourteen-year-old Ava is thrilled to land the role of Lily in a play based on the true story of orphans sent to Canada in the s. But as rehearsal pressures rise, Ava struggles with her character, with the demands of a professional production and with the annoying ego of a cast mate. Then one bad decision jeopardizes Ava's chances of being able to perform. On Israel's West Bank, a hungry stray cat sneaks into a small Palestinian house that has just been commandeered by two Israeli soldiers for surveillance.

The house appears to be empty, until the cat realizes that a little boy is hiding beneath the floorboards. Should she help him? After all, she's just a cat. Or is she? Miri and Lucy have a dilemma. Their dad's been turned into a cat, and their closet is a garden full of goblins. There is only one thing for them to do — grab their friend Phil the frog and dive headfirst into a wild, woolly and wacky adventure.

In this visually engaging book, a duck and a mouse go on a wild adventure, Tim the cat golfs on a whale and paints, and a girl named Connie goes through her day in a mechanical house! Every page is an adventure to be pored over again and again in this whimsical collection of mostly wordless comics for the young reader. In this short, fast-paced novel, Pat and his friends are being hassled for skateboarding on the street.

Cathy is a talented young artist growing up in tiny Mariners Cove, yearning for acceptance. Her struggle with literacy is impeding her dream of enrolling in art school. Hutch is everything Cathy is not: charismatic, popular, smart. But, one icy evening, his world is upended and his plans for the future are swept away. A story of the power of human connection and overcoming circumstances.

Kind-hearted Piujuq loves to take walks on the tundra surrounded by butterflies. One day, a stranger asks for a favour and Piujuq obliges. That kindness leaves Piujuq stuck in the body of a caterpillar. Thinking no one could love her now and afraid of frightening her family, Piujuq lives a lonely life on the tundra.

Until the day another stranger appears Ryan finds freedom in the water, where he isn't bound by gravity and his wheelchair. He never imagined he'd become a hero by saving a schoolmate from drowning. For Jack, water promises a more permanent escape from being dogged by rumours about his sexuality. He's terrified about coming out. Ryan saves Jack's life, but also keeps his secret… and their friendship leads them in unexpected directions.

Adult and child readers will learn all about cats together in this new co-reader from National Geographic Kids! From where cats live to how they communicate, readers will learn all about their favourite furry felines, both wild and tame. Co-readers are a perfect shared reading experience for the youngest readers and a parent, caregiver or sibling! Did you know a Canadian invented basketball? Do you know who won the first NBA championship? When did the WNBA start? Find out all about the history of the game of basketball in this jam-packed title.

Jake Burnett is attending a prestigious prep school to pursue his hoop dreams. But things aren't as advertised at the school, and Jake finds himself struggling both on and off the court. He plays harder and ignores the warning signs until he discovers that the head coach is a scam artist, putting kids at risk for his own gain. Now Jake faces a difficult choice — advance his basketball career or do the right thing.

In , a young African American, Lanier Phillips, tried to escape the racism and segregation of his home by joining the navy. But tragedy struck one February night off the coast of Newfoundland, and Lanier was the lone Black survivor of a terrible shipwreck. This title uses the principles of Makerspace to introduce readers to the properties of liquids and solids, and how these properties change between states of matter. Readers are then provided with strategies to start their own creative projects, using the scientific ideas they have learned.

Tips and hints encourage kids to brainstorm and solve problems working as a team. Charlie and his dad follow their neighbours through the local park to a big pile of dirt! Martino tells Charlie about all the neighbourhood gardens and the delicious vegetables they grow. Charlie is determined to become a gardener as well — and grow something special to make Mr. Chipper is on the run from a sinister organization determined to bury the truth about what he really is. Jeff is a year-old orphan living with his unkind aunt and working at her fishing camp. When Chipper and Jeff's paths collide, they find themselves tangled up in a dangerous game of chase.

Can Chipper keep them both alive? Forced from Vancouver and now the Kootenays, her family is moving east to Ontario. There, another small town and another bully await Michiko. One bright spot is that she is a hit at tryouts for the local baseball team. This celebration of the Chicago Blackhawks, one of the revered "Original Six" NHL teams, provides a detailed history from their beginnings in , through their six Stanley Cup wins, as well as various ownership and home rink changes. This book features appealing historic and contemporary images, and mixes informative text with quick-reference infographic charts for statistics buffs.

He copes by making lists, itemizing every aspect of his life. But as the pressure of a potential romance and being on the school debate team builds, his listing compulsion starts to feel impossible to control… or conceal. Each child-friendly issue features interactive stories, puzzles, animal facts, engaging fiction, unique crafts and science experiments, providing hours of entertainment — whether read alone or with the help of an adult. Meet the animal of the month, try Dr. Each month features a fun theme, engaging fiction and science experiments, providing hours of enjoyment.

This fun-filled magazine satisfies its young readers' insatiable thirst for knowledge and appetite for humour while acknowledging the growing independence of primary-aged children. Each month, this child-friendly magazine features interactive stories, puzzles, animal facts, unique crafts, engaging fiction and science experiments, which provide hours of enjoyment, whether read alone or with the help of an adult.

Each issue features a fun theme, engaging fiction, science experiments, crafts, comics, thought-provoking facts and fascinating articles. Each month, this child-friendly magazine features interactive stories, puzzles, animal facts, unique crafts, engaging fiction and science experiments that provide hours of enjoyment, whether read alone or with the help of an adult. Each month, this child-friendly magazine features interactive stories, puzzles, animal facts, unique crafts, engaging fiction and science experiments — all of which educate and entertain, whether read alone or with the help of an adult.

But when she opens the book, the story, about the Cree chief Mistahimaskwa, comes alive. Sarah is taken back to the Saskatchewan Plains of , where the young boy who would become the great chief first learns the ways of his people, and through to the final days of his life. Can her neighbours save the day? In , in the Democratic Republic of Congo, five-year-old Michel and his friends were kidnapped by rebel militants and thrust into a terrifying and violent world — forced to become child soldiers. With a simple layout and easy-to-follow headings for 12 birds that call the Arctic home, either for the whole year or for the summer, this beautifully illustrated book is filled with fascinating facts, including where each bird nests, what their eggs look like and their distinctive songs.

Step inside and journey North — you may even spot a familiar feathered friend. Through historical photographs, documents and first-person narratives from Chinese Canadians who experienced the Head Tax or who were the children of Head Tax payers, this informative book offers a full account of the injustices inflicted during this grim period in Canadian history. It documents how this official racism was confronted and finally acknowledged. From its beginnings as a farming celebration marking the end of winter to its current role as a global party featuring lots of food, gifts and public parades, Chinese New Year is a snapshot of Chinese culture.

Award-winning author and broadcaster Jen Sookfong Lee weaves family stories into the history, traditions and evolution of Chinese New Year. Illustrated with colour photographs throughout. This magazine, designed for the youngest readers, is packed with lively stories, puzzles and activities sure to inspire laughter and a love of learning.

Following the adventures of the lovable and curious chick, Chirp, children are encouraged to play, imagine and explore their world. This magazine, designed for the youngest readers, is packed with stories, comics and activities to inspire laughter and a love of learning. Youngsters join the curious chick, Chirp, on adventures as he encourages them to play, imagine and explore their world. This magazine, designed for the youngest readers, is packed with stories, comics and activities designed to inspire laughter and a love of learning.

Made for little hands and growing minds, the colourful pages, silly jokes, engaging stories and early-learning activities encourage young children to make their first attempts at reading, writing and creating through age-appropriate content that gives youngsters confidence. This magazine is packed with stories, puzzles and activities designed to inspire laughter and a love of learning, Youngsters follow the adventures of the lovable and curious chick, Chirp, as he encourages them to play, imagine, and explore their world.

Youngsters follow the adventures of the curious chick, Chirp, as he encourages them to play, imagine and explore their world. This magazine, designed for the youngest readers, is filled with lively illustrations and photographs, and engaging crafts and recipes that encourage hands-on learning and foster creativity. Youngsters follow the adventures of the curious chick, Chirp, as he invites them to play, imagine and explore their world. Stories and illustrations by talented authors and artists engage children preparing to read on their own.

A rash choice to reveal himself as Jewish in front of his best friend, Ivan, has drastic consequences. But Ivan also made a choice that fateful day — a choice that changes everything. The first Canadian to serve as an ISS Commander, Chris generated worldwide excitement for space exploration, providing millions of fans with a constant flow of photographs and inspiring messages on Twitter. As Jo helps her sick mother and baby brother on a cold and windy Christmas Eve, the only shelter she can find is a barn owned by an unfriendly old farmer, Franklin Murdoch. Will Murdoch help the little family?

This starkly beautiful story highlights the heroic spirit of a young girl and the generosity of a stranger — revealing the real spirit of Christmas. Cinderella has found a fairy godmother to help her get to the ball. Except the fairy godmother isn't what she expected — her slippers are furry, her coach is a turnip, the castle is a disappointment and as for the prince… Well, Cinderella decides her fairy-tale ending is going to look different — and be a whole lot more fun.

This sequel to Prairie Pictures follows Sherri as she is uprooted once again and forced to adjust to life in Calgary. Sherri makes a new friend in Sam, the girl next door, who is happy to show Sherri how to dress and behave. Fourth-grader Clara Humble thinks she has super powers, which is convenient, because things aren't going so well for Clara. Students from a rival school are moving into her school for the term, and Clara's favourite neighbour is moving far away. Clara springs into action but learns that saving the day is harder than it looks… and sometimes trying to do right can go VERY wrong!

Worse, her horoscopes come true! But when a mystery unfolds at school, she proves herself as an investigative journalist… with mystical powers! This accessible book describes spying throughout history, the gadgetry of a spy and what kind of training is required to join intelligence-gathering agencies around the world. Routines are the sequences and order that students are asked to follow — established routines are the well-oiled machines that help a classroom function and can provide the groundwork for a student-driven learning environment.

This text shows how flexible, well-structured routines can build classroom community, foster independent work, differentiate lessons, increase student engagement and encourage collaboration. Aimed at Kindergarten to Grade 8. Could a minute job for five men turn into a minute task for only one? For years, Frank worked on his invention until, in , Frank tested the Model A, which "cleaned the ice in one sweep around the rink. Hunter, 16, crashes his bike and dies. In heaven, he meets Archie, a guide who helps him understand his new existence. Soon, Hunter meets Trinity and becomes her guide, his mission to love and protect her.

Complications multiply until both Hunter and Trinity find a redemptive path that gives them both back their real lives and new opportunities. From long light robes worn in the desert to fur-lined parkas worn in the Arctic, this colourful book shows youngsters how people dress in different parts of the world. From traditional clothing worn during times of celebration to clothing suited to different environments and weather, this engaging title teaches readers about different types of clothing and what purposes they serve.

But the truth is complicated, and setting Earth free may require her to betray both her heart and those she left behind. Clover has always felt decidedly unlucky — until she discovers the Magical Animal Adoption Agency. The M. A rescues magical creatures: a cursed toad, fire salamanders, fairy horses, unicorns and a fiery young dragon. In , in Montreal, year-old Joey just wants to get his family out of his poor Jewish neighbourhood.

All he needs is money, and he's got plenty of ideas on how to get it. Across town, Jackie Robinson is playing for the Montreal Royals — and he's going to change the world. If Jackie can do it, then so can a poor Jewish kid from the Plateau. To get home, all the siblings will have to do is defrost their frozen friend, ride a chatty reindeer, learn to ice-skate and escape from a band of robbers!

Colette, a new Mile End resident, is bored and lonely. So when two kids show up outside her yard, Colette tells a fib: she's lost her parakeet, and could someone please help her find it? Soon, every kid in the neighbourhood is helping search for her mythical bird. Do they really believe her? Or is it just more fun to pretend?

With fun and engaging activities, this appealing text outlines the steps to properly gathering and organizing data, which include observation, assessing the reliability of sources and critically assessing data in order to draw reliable conclusions. Readers begin their journey toward data literacy by developing their sense of curiosity, and then conducting investigations, just like solving a mystery. Two teams — one of colours and the other of shapes — face off to see which one deserves the spotlight for this book.

Red and his primary pals have some colourful surprises in store, while Circle and his crew reveal whole new sides of themselves. But it's when the two teams figure out how to work together that the picture really comes alive! Get ready to celebrate your country! From Chris Hadfield to Cirque du Soleil, peacekeeping to poutine, as well as mukluks, toques, grizzlies and chinooks, this fast-moving and eye-opening book will give young Canadians plenty to cheer about. Kids and adults alike will love learning all about their home and native land — and wowing friends and family with these fascinating facts!

This title is also available in French as Canada en vedette: faits surprenants. This is Julie Flett's second contribution to the Native Explore board book collection. Each spread features vibrant illustrations of animals and flowers of the plains alongside animal and colour words in both English and Cree. This compilation features all six books in the series: Babysitter Out of Control!

Youngsters tackling chapter books will enjoy reading about the many zany adventures of Stewart and his eccentric babysitter, Mrs. It's Fourteen-year-old Jennie Lawrence is found guilty of stealing and is put aboard a female convict ship destined for Australia. Jennie had been desperate, as were many of the women she meets on the ship — just trying to feed themselves and their families. But will it be enough to set them free? Meet Copycat — a made-of-paper, printed-out cat. When Copycat spies real cats through the copy shop window, he heads out to play with them.

But the real cats want nothing to do with him. In this playful wordless picture book, Copycat learns to make his own fun rather than copying others Chickens, chickens everywhere — going to the county fair! Everyone in town is excited! Follow a family of chickens as they ride the Ferris wheel, eat cotton candy, listen to music, play games and jump on the super slide! There are so many sights to see! This book is sure to entertain and challenge young readers with searching and counting elements. Cody wants to be a cowboy more than anything. But Cody has a big problem — he lives in the city.

Every day, Cody practises in his backyard, pretending to ride bulls and lasso steers. Every night, he dreams of riding, roping and rodeo. Two traditional trickster tales with a modern twist are featured in this freshly illustrated early chapter book edition perfect for newly independent readers. Told by master storyteller Thomas King, "Coyote Sings to the Moon" and "Coyote's New Suit" are set in a time "when animals and human beings still talked to each other.

Maurice and Vijay are the only grade nines on the junior football team. Their outspoken coach, who has also just been elected mayor, is accused of illegal activity, including the use of crack cocaine. As his behaviour grows more erratic, the boys have had enough. Can they persuade their teammates to take control from the man known as the Crack Coach? Everyone in Miss Domino's class is excited about the class play.

And Anya always seems to get her way. Only Crafty Cat can save the day! With tape, tissue paper and her can-do spirit, Birdie will find a way to shine on stage. This inspiring book examines the life and work of Craig Kielburger, co-founder of the worldwide Me to We and Free the Children organizations.

Friedrich, conscience-stricken at having frightened the man, called him back and threw a small coin into the basket. The peddler held out his trash. You must buy something. Otherwise, I cannot keep your money. To get rid of him, Friedrich took a shin button from the basket.

The peddler thanked him and went away. Indifferently Friedrich watched as he walked over to the waiter and handed him the recently acquired coin. The waiter pulled out a basket of stale rolls, and gave some to the peddler, who stuffed them hastily into his coat pocket. Friedrich rose to go. As he passed through the doorway he noticed the freezing boy, who had now joined the peddler.

The man gave him the hard rolls. Father and son evidently. This is the first sale I have made today. If you are a Jew, you might as well throw yourself into the Danube at once. Though he had so recently resolved to have done with life, Friedrich was interested in this opportunity to be of some service. The affair would divert his thoughts. He posted his letter, and then walked along with the two. He asked the peddler to tell his story. We had no source of livelihood.

Things can become no worse, I thought, and came here with my wife and children. Here it is no worse; neither is it better:'. The man began to sob. Now I have only this boy here and a little girl still at the breast. David, don't run so fast! The boy turned his head. The latter drew back quickly.

Tell me, my boy, what did your mother do with the few heller? Friedrich still had a few gulden in his pocket. Having done with life, it did not matter whether he kept them or not. He could alleviate the need of these people, if only for the moment. We have a little room, but have been told to move. I want to see for myself if all this is true. I shall go home with you:'. Though it will afford you no pleasure.

We lie on straw. I had intended to go to some other cafes tonight. But, if you wish, I'll go home now. They crossed the Augarten Bridge to the Brigittenauer Laende. David, sidling along beside his father, whispered, "Tateh, may I eat a piece of bread? Yes, I'll eat some too. There will be enough for mother. They paused before a tall building on the Laende that still exhaled a moist, new smell. The peddler rang the bell. All remained quiet.

After a bit he pulled again at the brass knob, saying, "The janitor knows who it is. That's why he takes his time. Many a time I have to stand here for an hour. He is a rude man. Often I do not trust myself to come if I haven't five kreutzer to give him for opening the door. Friedrich tugged vigorously at the bell.

Once, twice. Behind the gate they heard a rustling, shuffling footsteps, jingling keys. A gleam of light showed through the slits. The gate was opened. The janitor held up the lantern and shouted, "Who was that rang so loudly? The Jew baggage? The peddler timidly excused himself.

Hearing the clink of silver on the cobbles, the man became servile. That Jew there! The janitor stooped to pick up the money. A whole crown! This must be a very great gentleman. He promptly took the stub out of his lantern and handed it to Friedrich. Then he disappeared, muttering. Friedrich climbed up the five flights. It was well they had the candle; the darkness was impenetrable. The Littwaks' one-windowed room, too, was in darkness, though the woman was awake and sitting upright on her straw pallet.

Friedrich noticed that the narrow room contained no stick of furniture whatever. Not a chair, table, or cupboard. On the window sill were a few small bottles and some broken pots. It was a picture of deepest poverty. A whimpering baby lay at the woman's flabby breast. The mother stared at him anxiously out of her hollow eyes.

She broke it with difficulty and slowly put a bit into her mouth. She was emaciated and very weak, but the careworn face still showed traces of beauty. We have been told to move. But how shall I get three gulden by the day after tomorrow? We and the children will lie in the street. Friedrich reached into his pocket and found eight gulden. He handed them to the peddler. Is it possible? God has helped us! Blessed be His Name! Rebecca, too, was beside herself with joy. She rose to her knees and crawled toward the benefactor. She held the sleeping baby on her right arm, and reached with her left for Friedrich's hand that she might kiss it.

He cut their thanks short. The few gulden are nothing to me-it doesn't matter whether I have them or not David can light me downstairs. The woman sank back on her pallet, sobbing pitifully in her joy. Littwak murmured a Hebrew prayer. Friedrich left the room, escorted by David. When they reached the second landing, the boy, who had been holding the candle high, stopped short. Friedrich marveled at the little fellow's words and tone. There was something curiously firm and mature about him. I have heard that one who studies becomes a free, strong man.

I shall study, God helping me. Then I shall go to the Land of Israel with my parents and Miriam. The poor Jew boy seemed in no wise ridiculous as he announced his program in a few emphatic words.

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Friedrich recalled those silly jesters, Gruen and Blau, who had made Zionism the butt of their insipid humor. Friedrich smiled. I shall repay everything-good and evil. Friedrich placed his hand on the boy's head. Later he wondered at his own words. He had had nothing to do with the ancestral God since as a child he had gone to temple with his father. This remarkable encounter, however, had stirred old and forgotten things within him.

He longed for the strong faith of his youth, when he had communed with the God of his fathers in prayer. The janitor shuffled forward. Friedrich turned to him. Otherwise, you will have to reckon with me. As Friedrich's words were accompanied by a second tip, the fellow murmured meekly, "Kiss your grace's hand! In the reply which Friedrich received to his letter to the N.

Body of the newspaper advertisement, he was asked to call at a certain fashionable hotel on the Ringstrasse. He came at the hour appointed, and asked for Mr. He was shown to a salon on the first floor. A tall, broad-shouldered man greeted him there. They sat down. Friedrich observed the stranger closely, and waited for him to speak. Kingscourt was a man in the fifties. His full beard was streaked with gray, his thick brown hair interlaced with silver threads that already shimmered white at the temples. He puffed slowly at a thick cigar. Kingscourt carefully blew a smoke ring into the air, and watched it attentively until the cloudy strands were dissipated.

Only when the last traces had vanished, he asked, without looking at his visitor, "Why are you disgusted with life? Kingscourt now looked him full in the face, and nodded approvingly as he flicked the ash from his cigar. It's none of my affair. And then, if we put this deal through, you'll tell me of your own accord some time. Meanwhile, I shall tell you who I am. My real name is Koenigshoff. I am a German nobleman. I was an officer in my youth, but the coat-of-mail fitted me too snugly. I can't bear another man's will over mine, be it the best in the world. Obedience was good for a few years.

But after that I had to quit. Otherwise, I'd have exploded and caused damage I went to America, called myself Kingscourt, and made a fortune in twenty years of blood-sweating work. When I had come so far, I took a wife. What did you say, Dr. But I thought, Mr. Kingscourt, that you would tell me about this experiment you want to propose to me. If we should arrange to be together, I shall tell you in detail how I worked my way up and made my millions.

For I have millions What did you say? That's what counts. Want a thing with all your might, and you're dead certain to get it. I never realized until I lived in America what a lazy, weak-kneed lot we Europeans are. Devil take me! In short, I was successful. As it happened, a Koenigshoff, a son of my brother's who was in the guards, made a fool of himself. I had the boy come out to me-just at the time I was courting my wife. Yes, I wanted to establish a family, set up a hearth, seek out a wife upon whom I might hang jewels like any other parvenu.

I yearned for children so that they might enjoy the fruits of my drudgery. I wanted to be damned clever, and so I married a poor girl. She was the daughter of one of my employees. I had shown her and her father much kindness. Of course she consented. I thought she loved me, but she was only grateful, or perhaps cowardly. She did not dare to refuse me. So we went housekeeping, and my nephew lived with us.

I called myself an ass when I first found out. But, had it not been he, it would have been someone else. In brief, they betrayed me; from the first moment, I believe. My first move was for a revolver, but then I told myself that really I alone was the guilty one.

I let them off. It is human to be base, and every opportunity is a panderer. Avoid human beings if you would not have them ruin you. I collapsed, you see. The thought crept into my mind to end the shabby comedy of my life with a bullet. But on thinking it over, I decided that there was always time to shoot oneself. I had no more desire for gain, and of the dream of a family I had had enough. Only solitude remained as a last experiment.

But it must be a vast, unheard-of solitude, where one would know nothing more of mankind of its wretched struggles, its uncleanness, its disloyalties. I wanted genuine, deep solitude without struggle or desire. A full, true return to Nature! Solitude is the paradise which humanity forfeited by its sins. But I have found it. Have you found it? I settled my affairs, and ran away from everything and everyone. No one knew what had become of me. I built myself a comfortable yacht and vanished with it.

I wandered about the seas for many months. It's a glorious life, you must know. Wouldn't you. Or perhaps you are already familiar with it? Life on the yacht is freedom, but not real solitude. You must have a crew about you, you have to put into a harbor occasionally for coal. Then you come into contact with people once more, and that's a dirty business. But I know an island in the South Seas where one is really alone. It is a rocky little nest in Cook's Archipelago.

I bought it, and had men come over from Raratonga to build me a comfortable home. It is so well hidden by the cliffs that it cannot be spied on any side from the sea. Besides, ships rarely come that way. My island still looks uninhabited. I live there with two servants, a dumb negro whom I had in America, and a Tahitan whom I pulled out of the water at Avarua harbor when he tried to drown himself over an unhappy love affair.

Now I have come to Europe for a last visit to buy whatever I shall need for the rest of my life over there-books - apparatus for physics, and weapons. My Tahitan brings provisions from the nearest inhabited island. He and my negro go over every morning in an electric launch. Whatever else we need can be bought for money in Raratonga, just like anywhere else in the world But I do not know why you are telling me all this.

Because I want to take a companion back with me-so that I shall not unlearn human speech, and so that there may be someone by me to close my eyes when I die. Do you want to be that someone? Kingscourt nodded his satisfaction, but added, "However, I must remind you that you are undertaking a lifelong obligation.

At least, it must hold for the rest of my life. If you come with me now, there will be no going back. You must cut all your ties:'. You will actually leave this life if you go with me. You will know nothing more of the good or evil of this world. You will be dead to it, and it will have gone under-as far as you are concerned.

Does that suit you? I like your type. Kingscourt laughed. That's an amusing question. You are a man. I can see that. And you seem to be an educated man. You are disgusted with life. That shows your good taste. Everything else is frightfully unimportant where we are going Well, then, shake hands on it. Say tomorrow. We go from here to Trieste, where my yacht is anchored Perhaps you still wish to provide yourself with some things here?

This is no pleasure trip, but a farewell to life:'. You may need money for your purchases, Draw on me. We're off tomorrow, then. But we might begin having our meals together today. Kingscourt rang for a waiter, and gave his order briefly. An elaborate luncheon was served in Kingscoun's sitting room.

The two men soon grew intimate as they talked over the meal. After Kingscourt had so quickly reposed confidence in him, Friedrich felt he ought to tell his own story. He did so briefly and clearly. When he had finished, the American remarked, "Now I believe that you will not leave me once I have you upon my island. Lovesickness, Weltschmerz suffering as a Jew-all that together is enough to make even a young man wish to have done with living.

Even if you bestow benefits upon them, they deceive you and make you suffer. The philanthropists are the greatest fools of all. Don't you think so, Dr. Kingscourt, that there is pleasure in well-doing That reminds me. You offered me money a moment ago if I cared to leave some behind me before I depart from this world, I know a family in the greatest straits. With your permission, I should like to help them,". But I cannot refuse you. I had intended giving you a sum of money to settle your affairs.

Will five thousand gulden suffice? The Littwak's room by daylight looked even drearier than at night, but Friedrich found the family in an almost happy mood. David was standing near the window-sill with an open book before him, chewing a mighty slice of bread and butter. His father and mother sat on the straw, and little Miriam played with bits of chaff. Hayim hastily rose to greet his benefactor. The wife too tried to rise, but Friedrich checked her. He knelt beside her quickly and petted the nurseling, who smiled at him sweetly out of her rags.

David had put down his bread and butter, and stood regarding Friedrich steadily with folded arms. I once read a story about a man who helped a sick lion. Friedrich rose, and said jestingly, as he placed his hand on the boy's round head, "And so you are the lion? Judah once had a lion. I came only to see how you were feeling today, and to bring something. You are to open this letter only after I have left. It contains a recommendation that will be useful to you. You must eat well, Mrs. Littwak, and bring up this pretty little girl to be as fine a woman as yourself.

Give me your hand, boy! Promise me you will become an upright man. What remarkable eyes the boy has, thought Friedrich, as he shook the small hand. He laid the bulky envelope on the window-sill and turned to go. He walked quickly out of the room and ran down the stairs as if he were being pursued. A cab was waiting for him in the street: "Hurry!

The horses started off at a gallop. It was high time. A moment later David came running breathlessly through the gate, spying in every direction. When he could find no trace of the benefactor, he wept bitterly. Friedrich watched him through the rear cab window, happy to have escaped the flood of thanks. With five thousand gulden the family could probably establish itself. At the hotel Kingscourt greeted him laughingly.

The money was yours. I object decidedly. I should not have given a penny in order to benefit people. I don't mind your being a fool about loving your neighbor. I'm not any more. The money was an advance to yourself. You were free to use it as you pleased. But for humans, no! Don't bring that kind around. They're too vile. Wisdom consists only in recognizing their baseness There was a story in the papers recently about an old lady who left her fortune to her cats. In her last will she left instructions that her home was to be turned into thus-and-so many fine apartments for the cat tribe, with servants, and all that, to look after them.

The writer fellow stupidly said that very likely the old lady was cracked. She wasn't cracked at all, but enormously clever. She wanted to make a demonstration against the human race, and especially against her beastly, fortune-hunting relatives. Help for animals, yes. For humans, no! You see, I feel deeply for that old lady, God rest her soul! The vileness of mankind was Kingscourt's favorite topic, and he elaborated it with inexhaustible verve.

Friedrich arranged his few affairs, and was ready to join Kingscourt the following day. He told his landlady that he was making an excursion to the Grossglockner. She tried to dissuade him; one heard so much about mountain accidents in mid-winter. I shall probably be resting peacefully in some mountain cleft. My belongings here I bequeath to you. That evening Friedrich left Vienna with Kingscourt. He had not gone again to the Cafe Birkenreis, and so did not know that little David Littwak waited for him in the doorway night after night Kingscourt's handsome yacht was rolling on the waters of Trieste harbor.

The two men made their final purchases for the long journey in the town; and then, on a beautiful December day, the anchor was raised and the yacht steered south and eastward. In other circumstances, Friedrich would have been enchanted with the free life of the sea. But, as it was, the sunny cruise hardly eased his heartache. Kingscourt was really a delightful person, good-natured despite the misanthropy he boasted of, charming, and tender-hearted. When he saw Friedrich depressed, he tried to divert him with all sorts of pleasantries, treating him like a sick child.

Then Friedrich would say, "If the crew watch us together, they will get a wrong idea of our relations. They'll take me for the host, and you for the guest whom I've invited to entertain me. Ah, Mr.. Kingscourt, you could have found a more cheerful companion. But I'll cure you yet. You'll look at things quite differently when we've left the human mob behind us altogether. Then you'll become a cheerful fellow like me. When we're on our blessed island. If that's not true, may the Devil take me! The yacht was very cozy, and equipped with all sorts of American conveniences.

Friedrich's cabin was just as fine as Kingscourt's. The dining saloon was magnificently decorated. The hours flew by in congenial talk as they sat together in the evenings under the friendly, steady light of the ceiling lamp. There was a small, well-selected library on board, but their days always seemed too full for books.

Kingscourt exerted himself constantly to distract his companion. As they were crossing the rough waters near Crete, he suddenly came out with a suggestion. Loewenberg, haven't you any desire to see your fatherland before you say farewell to the world? You are mistaken. I have no connection with Palestine. I have never been there. It does not interest me. My ancestors left it eighteen hundred years ago. What should I seek there?

I think that only anti-Semites can call Palestine our fatherland. But, even as he spoke, Friedrich remembered David Littwak, and added, "Aside from the anti-Semites, I have heard only one little Jewboy say that Palestine is our land. Did you mean to tease me, Mr. I meant it seriously. Really, I don't understand you Jews. If I were a Jew, I should be frightfully proud of that sort of thing.

And yet you are ashamed of it. You needn't wonder that you are despised.