NORTHERN LIGHT
P jblishe J monthly by the Unalakleet
^ Eskimo School
Unalakleet_ Alaska
E.E.Van Ness.Editor
One Dollar per year
EDITORIAL AND COMMENT
GREETINGS
With this issue begins the third
year of the Northern Light. For the
cooperation of the officers and teach
ers in the past we are truely grate
full.
We are hoping that this will be the
best year thus far in its history.
To you Teachers we look for help in
making the paper a newsy, helpful
sheet. Sit right down and write us a
letter at once. Tell us of your plans,
the needs of your school, and the
victories of the past.
Mr. A. N. Evans who for years has
been connected with the Alaska
School Service is to remain Out-side
for some time hoping thereby to re
gain his health. For several years
he has been Supt. of the Lower
Yukon District. He has worked un
ceasingly to put the schools in shape
and to straighten out the ‘crooks’of
the Yukon. For the present Assistant
Supt. Walter Johnson of Nome will
have charge.To the former we wish
restored health and continued success
to the latter success and continued
health.
MISUNDERSTOOD
Some one has said that the man I
do not like is generally the man I do
not know. People have been judged
harshly because they were misunder
stood. Some of the best men that ever
live 1 have had the worst treatment.
Not until their life’s work was over
were they understood, appreciated
and loved. We are continually build
ing monuments to the martyrs. It is
true that if we knew people Letter we
would love many of them more. If we
took more interest in them we would
know more of their heartaches, and
be Letter able to sympathize, to
cheer, and to help.—LAV.
CIVILIZATION?
The present underground, in the
air, submarine modern war seems to
lie all the savagery of the past, con
densed and scientifically applied.
Well m a y vveask, “What are we
co ning to?” One side of the earth
in a mad struggle, rivers of blool
already spilled, and the end not yet;
Homes desolated and hearts brok
en. Where once was the Temple of
Peace is now the wreckage of
war. Glad are we that at the helmn
of this Great Nation there stands
a fearless God fearing man. Every
Christian heart should pour forth a
petition that this Nation be not in
volved and that the awful strugg'c
may soon cease.
HE CARES
Tis midnight and summer, the
Sun scarce sunk from sight
As along Bering’s lonely shore
I tramp thru the silent night.
No soul could be more lonely
Forthere’sdeathin the dying bree/.c
And the ripples at my feet
Seem a dirge from o’er the seas
But my heart is cheered as I pon
der,
For God is God o’er all,
He cares for the little sparrow—
The little ones that fall.