b'F 144 \n.R53 U8 \nCopy 1 \n\n\n\n^ PAGEANT \n\nof \n\nRIDGEWOOD, NEW JERSEY \n\n\n\n\nJune Nineteenth, Nineteen Fifteen \n\n\n\nTHE BOOK OF \nMhe Pageant of Ridgewood, M. J. \n\n\n\nMR5.ILANSING P. WOOD \n\nPageant Master \n\n\n\nHIGH SCHOOL GROUNDS \n\nJune Nineteenth \n1915 \n\n\n\n\n\n\nCopyrighted, 1915 \n\nALL RIGHTS RESERVED \nFRANCES GILCHRIST WOOD \n\n\n\n\xc2\xa9C!,A\'^nB774 \n\nJUL 19 1915 \n\n\n\nIntroduction \n\n\n\nTHE Pageant of Eidgewood is given by the pupils of the eighth \ngrade classes of the Kidgewood Public Schools as the closing \nexercises of the grammar schools in June. Its purpose is to \nbring to the consciousness of the children the fact that "A peo- \nple, which takes no pride in the noble achievements of its remote \nancestors, will never achieve anything worthy to be remeni!bered by its re- \nmote descendants." (Macaulay). \n\nThe selection of historical events has been governed by the fact that \nthis community has not owed its development either to commerce or manu- \nfacture, but is essentially a community of neighbors. The Delaware Indi- \nans were noted for their hospitality. There was always a welcome for the \nguest to the seat of honor upon the mat, back of the fire. The pioneers of \nsparsely settled Paramus Road were dependent upon neighbors. And as \nold Paramus was a neighborhood of land-holders, so newer Eidgewood is a \nneighborhood of householders with the business in the city. \n\nThe Pageant presents in dramatic form the history of the old Post \nRoad, bounding this village east and north, the settlement at Paramus, and \nthe later developments of the suburban community of Ridgewood after the \ncoming of the railway. The synibolical interludes are intended to express \nthe changes wrought by each successive spirit of the age upon the living \ncommandment \xe2\x80\x94 "ISTeighbors." \n\n\n\nPage three \n\n\n\nThe Pageant Direction \n\nMaster of the Pageant \nMes. Lansing P. Wood \n\nComposer of Music \nMrs. H. J. Gadmus \n\nDirector of Music \nMes. Luva Bailey Rexford \n\nTHE PAGEANT COMMITTEE \n\nBoard of Education \n\nDr. H. S. Willard \n\nMe. Daniel R. Bacon Mr. A. Frank Halsted \n\nMr. Ernest M. Bull Mr. John V. Knowlton \n\nDro W. C. Craig Mr. Edwin B. Liixy \n\nMr. Hadley Ford Mr. Homer S. Pace \n\n\n\nMr. Ira W. Teavell Superintendent of Schools \n\nMr. Joseph C. Fitts Principal of Beecli-Union School \n\nMr. Duncan W. Strawbridge Principal of Harrison School \n\nMr. Robert S. Myers Principal of Kenilworth School \n\nMe. Howard H. Reddick Principal of Monroe School \n\nTeachers and Parents \n\n\n\nHISTORrCAL COMMITTEE. \n\nMr. Everett L. Zabriskie^ Judge Cornelius Dormeus, \n\nMrs. Frances A. Westervelt^ Rev. John A. Van Ii^este, \n\nMr. Richard T. Wilson. \n\n\n\nFa^e four \n\n\n\nGraduating Classes \n\n\n\nMONEOE SCHOOL \n\nChaeles Aeberle Joseph Aloysius Crowley \n\nHoward George Bradner Leslie F. Hiler \n\nAlbert B. Clark Robert Charles Lichtensteiit \n\nE. Lester Congdon Charles Henry Nelson \n\nHenry Costa S. Tuttle Yeomans \n\nVirginia Baim Gladys Taylor Lynch \n\nKathryn Wells Clements Mabel Macdonough \n\nFlorence Norma Corsilia Janet Ann McCook \n\nHelen Frazer Frances D. Morgan \n\nFlorence Hall Helen Elizabeth Pace \n\nAnna Helen Hinnes Edna Alice Eyland \n\nBarbara Hinnes Edythe Zabriskie \nAlice Mae Keil \n\nHARRISON SCHOOL \n\nWilliam Barkenbush John Douglas Dewar \n\nPaul Ten Eyck Campbell Melvin Sylsbuey \n\nWilliam Vassar Volger \n\nMargaret Agnes Keeley Ida Pries \n\nGrace Black Pearston Edith Mildred Smith \n\nBEECH-UNION SCHOOL \n\nEdgar Thomas Ashworth William Heydt Lomar \n\nWalter Ernest Bolte Donald Moore \n\nLeonard John Brunie Dan Pattison \n\nHarry C, Brunie Leonard Peter Sullivan \n\nCharles Freeman Clark Donald Zabriskie Terhune \n\nCharles Willis Dean Harry Tice \n\nTheodore Fritz Winthrop Travell \nTheodore Price Walstkum \n\nPage five \n\n\n\nBEECH-UNION SCHOOL\xe2\x80\x94 Continued \n\n\n\nJanet Perry Allen \nViola Lillian Almquist \nHelen Lee Butler \nRuth Elizabeth Fekres \nBernadine Fielding \nAgnes C. Fox \nEunice Genne \nDorothy Hills Kirk \nJoHNNiCE Doris Miller \n\n\n\nMary Elizabeth Mitchell \nCecelia Lucy McIS[4.mara \nFannie A. Pearsall \nDorothy May Pearsall \nDorothy Seydel Slade \nEdna Marion Surpi.ess \nDorothy Louise Turner \nMargaret Marij n Waddell \nMargery Willard \n\n\n\nKEmLWORTH SCHOOL \n\n\n\nClarke Bingham \nEdward Burger \nJohn Delamater \nGeorge Etesse \nDonald Grimley \nGeorge Kohl \nEdward Maass \n\nIsabel Blauvelt \nCarolyn Bull \nAlberta Carlock \nMae Denio \nAnna Hanhan \nEdna Martin \nLois Merrill \n\n\n\nDavid Moneypenny \nFrank Nutry \nGray Reinbrecht \nCharles Shaw \nEllsworth Vanderbeck \nWalter Vanderbeck \nHarry West \n\nHelen Miles \nGladys Myer \nRuth Peniston \nMargaret Stege \nMabel Verhoeff \nDorothy Win\'J\'Ers \nMarion Winters \n\n\n\nFa\xc2\xa3e six \n\n\n\nEpisodes of Pageant \n\nPkologue \xe2\x80\x94 \'The Coming of the Spirit of Neighbors. \n\nEPISODE I. \n\'The Old Post Road. \n\nScEisTE 1 \xe2\x80\x94 Kidnapping by the Indians and Gift of Land. \nScene 2 \xe2\x80\x94 ^Th\'e Founding of Paramus Church. \nScene 3 \xe2\x80\x94 ^The Husking Bee. \n\nInteklude I. \xe2\x80\x94 ^The Duel for Freedom. \n\nEPISODE II. \n\nThe Highway of the Wae \n\nScene 1 \xe2\x80\x94 ^Washington\'s Retreat Across the Jersies. \nScene 2 \xe2\x80\x94 ^The Tory Neighbors. \nScene 3 \xe2\x80\x94 ^Wedding of Aaron Burr. \nScene 4 \xe2\x80\x94 How Ridgewood Happened. \n\nInterlude II. \xe2\x80\x94 ^The Quarrel Between Neighbors. \n\nEPISODE III. \n\nScene 1 \xe2\x80\x94 The Flag on the Old Church. \nScene 2\xe2\x80\x94 The Village Near the City. \n\nInterlude III. \xe2\x80\x94 The Coming of the City. \n\nEPISODE IV. \n\nScene 1 \xe2\x80\x94 ^Ridgewood Organizing. \n\nFINALE \n\nThe League of Neighbors of the World. \n\nPage seven \n\n\n\nPrologue \n\n\n\nA tribe of Minsy Indians set their one night oamp at the edge of the \nwood. \n\nThe women build the fire, grind corn and put succotash on to boil. The \nbraves watch the boys\' game. Suddenly one gives the alarm that strangers \nare coming, who prove to be visiting friendly Indians. They are welcomed, \ngiven the seat of honor, and smoke the peace pipe. After the evening meal \nthe chief, Mamshier, tells stories. He tells of the passing of the winter \nManitou, Peboan, who in the hunger moon sat starving on the furs on the \nfloor of his tepee. (As the story is told it is enacted on the hills back of \nthe camp.) An Indian maiden entered carrying a great bundle of willow \nbuds in her arms. Her dress was of grass and early maple leaves. Her \neyes were like the young deer. Her hair was like the blackest feathers of \na crow and it was so long that it was like a blanket over her shoulders. She \nwas small and her feet were hidden in two moccasin flowers. \n\n"Menabozho has heard the prayer of Peboan, the winter Manitou. He \nhas sent me. I am Seguin." \n\n\'\'You are welcome, Seguin. \'Sit by my fire \xe2\x80\x94 it is warm. I have no \nmeat. Sit down and tell me what you can do." \n\n"Peboan may tell first what he can do," said Seguin. \n\nPeboan said, "I am a winter Manitou. I blow my breath and the \nflowers die ; the waters stand still ; the leaves fall and die." \n\nSeguin said, "I am a summer Manitou. I blow my breath and the \nflowers open their eyes. The waters follow me on my trail." \n\nPeboan said, "I shake my hair and the snow falls on the mountain \nlike the feathers of Waubese, the great white swan." \n\nSeguin said, "I shake my hair and the warm rain falls from the \nclouds. I call and the birds answer me. The mountains put on their \nwhite veils. The trees put on their leaves and the grass grows thick like \nthe fur of a bear. The summer sky is my tepee." \n\nPeboan\'s head bent over his shoulder. Seguin waved her hands over \nhim and a strange thing happened. Peboan grew smaller and smaller ; his \n\nPage eight \n\n\n\ndeer skin clothes turned to leaves and covered Peboan on the ground. The \nwinds and the rains danced the April dance of Spring and blew Peboan \naway, and all the creatures of nature danced in rejoicing that Peboan, the \nManitou of Winter, had gone. \n\nAs Seguin leads them through the maze of figures of \'\'the Growing \nTime" in the Carnival of Spring, she beckons to the Indian children \naround the camp fire, who slip up the hillside and join the dance. \n\nA runner comes breathlessly from the right and tells the startled camp \nthat a strange ship has come from the Place of Breaking Light and that \nstrange men with pale faces are invading their hunting grounds. The In- \ndians break camp hurriedly. The Chief stands watching on the hilltop. \nA pioneer and his family enter and look about them for a place to make \ntheir home. As they climb ujd the hill all the wildwood creatures come \nfrom their hiding places and angrily try to drive the intruders away. The \nman defends his family but cannot protect them from attack on all sides. \nHe cries aloud for help and hears an answering shout down the valley \nfrom another pioneer, who runs to his assistance, leaving his family to fol- \nlow. Together they drive away the hostile nature forces and the first pion- \neer turns in gratitude to his helper, when the second family is heard to cry \nfor deliverance from the Spirits of the Wilderness. Both men run to their \naid, and as rapidly ao possible bring the two families together in order suc- \ncessfully to protect them both. The Mists of Time drift down the slope \ntoward the pioneers and in a dance of rejoicing and congratulation reveal \nthe Spirit of Neighbors born of their struggle together for the common \ngood. \n\nReverently the pioneer neighbors receive the Spirit and give her the \nplace of honor among them. Even the Red Men feel the neighborly influ- \nence and come near. It touches Nature and the Spirits of the Lowlands \noffer their help to the pioneers. The wildflowers dance with the Indian \nchildren, who shyly beckon to the children of the pioneers and all dance \ntogether while the Echoes sing "Away to the Woods," untU the mothers, \nreturning, call the children. \'The indian children run down the trail and \nthe nature spirits become invisible when there are no children to see. The \nEchoes repeat the song far away. \n\n\n\nPa^e nine \n\n\n\nFa^e ten \n\n\n\ni^ Pageant of Ridgewood, N. J. \n\nEPISODE I. \n\n\n\nPa0e eleven \n\n\n\nPage twelve \n\n\n\nniie Pageant of Ridge\\\\?ood, N. J. \n\nEPISODE I. \n\nScene 1. Part 1. \n\nAlbrecht Sobieski, cousin of Joliii, King of Poland, and exiled with \nhim, came to Bergen Oounty on the Dutch ship "Fox" in 1662. His old- \nest son, Jacob, is reputed to have been stolen bj the Indians and kept with \nthe tribe for twelve years, \'becoming a valued interpreter. On the boy\'s \nreturn to his father the Indians gave him title to a tract of land, called, on \nan old surveyor\'s map, "The ISTew Paramus Patent." (Wearimus tract). \nThis is the Paramus Highlands (later known as Chestnut Eidge) lying \neast of the Saddle River and crossed by the old Post Road. \n\nRidgewood is built upon the grant of five hundred acres made by the \nLord Cartaret to Samuel Kingsland in 168Y. The land was sold to Peter \nJohnson for the sum of thirty-two pounds and ten shillings, and in 1698 to \nJohann Van Emburgh, who built the first house in 1700. Some of his de- \nscendants still have their homes upon this land. \n\nEPISODE I. \n\nScene 1. Part 2. \n\n1685. Paramus Highlands. \n\nAlbrecht Sobieski, riding along the trail from Hackensack, dismounts \nand stealthily climbs the hill, searching for some sign of the Indians he \nsuspects of having stolen his son. Oranachop and his tribe file out of a \nnearby ravine, following the trail south, Jacob behind the chief. \n\nJacob (calling to indian hoy in rear). \n\nIs that the river where you caught the fish ? \n\nThe chief signs for silence. \'Sobieski, recognizing his son\'s voice, drops \ninto a wooded hollow and surprises the chief as he reaches the opening of \nthe ravine. As the Indians make a dash for the woods with the \'boy, the \npioneer lifts his gun. \n\nSohieski. \n\nHold! Hold, or I fire! \n\nOranachop {halting as if to parley). \n\nWhat is it the white chief asks ? \n\nPage thirteen \n\n\n\nSohieshi. \n\nWhy have you stolen my son ? \n\nOranachop. \n\nWe were not acting in the dark. We have taken him to live with us \nfor a time so that he may know our speech and ways. The boy is content. \n\nSohieshi. \n\n\'This is the talk of the forked tongue. Why did you not ask him from \nme, his father ? There has always been peace between us. \n\nOranuchop. \n\nOh, white chief, you would not have let him come for the asking. \n(Steps forward speaking passionately). The white men are coming from \nacross the great water and like a black cloud of insects settling down over \nour land. We have taken one of your own tribe to live our life and speak \nour tongue that he may show the white man the Indian\'s heart and so, it \nmay be, save our home and hunting ground for our children. \n\n{As Sohieshi stands thinhing, the chief hrings Jacoh forward.) \n\nHere is the youth. Let him make choice. \n\n(Jacoh stands hetween the two and as he turns toward his father the \nindian hoy slips to his side, offering him his own how and arrow). \n\nJacoh. \n\nI will come bacfk when I have learned all the Indians have to tell me. I \ncan swim now and yesterday I almost shot a ralbbit. \n\nSohieshi (slowly). \n\nSo be it, Oranachop. I have your meaning. But your life will pay if \nthe boy comes to harm. \n\nOranachop. \n\nI will pay. Also we will give him of our hunting grounds for a home \nwhen he returns to his own people. This belt of wampum is the word of \nOranachop. (To scout) Bring the pipe of friendship. (They smohe the \npipe in ratification of the agreement). \n\nSohieshi. \n\nI have brought presents and pledges of peace with me. (Brings in \nhorse and takes from pach fathoms of wampum, white and hlach, peltries, \nclothing, rum and implements of hu^handry). These shall also bind the \nbargain for the land. \n\n(As Sohieshi leaves, Oranachop turns to the tribe, speahing with great \nsolemnity). \n\nPage fourteen \n\n\n\nOranachop. \n\nOh, men of the Minsey tribe, you have heard and seen. This boy is to \nme as a blood brother. In proof of this I give the word of a Delaware \nchief that in the war \'between the Swanekins (Dutch) and the English, \nsooner than let the \'boy demean himself by the shame of capture, I will kill \nhim with my own hands. {They follow the trail into the woods). \n\n\n\nEPISODE I. \n\nScene 2. Part 1. \n\nThe early settlers of New Jersey were a religious folk and to that fact \nthis country owes much of its staibility of character. The land on which \nParamus Church was built in 1735 was given by Peter Faircouier, in \nconsideration of which Church Article 3 recites, "Peter Faircouier shall \nhave seats for himself and wife for a continued possession for themselves \nand their heirs. These shall be exempt from all charges by the church, \nexcept the minister\'s salary, as an acknovp\'ledgment of their donation of the \nland on which the church is \'built." Article 4 makes the following pro- \nvision: "There shall remain five or six free seats for the old and deaf, \nwhere the church masters think best." \n\nThe first building was of stone, and octagonal in shape. The steeple \nwas in the center with the bell rope hanging down in the middle of the \nchurch. \n\nAmong the members in 1735 were: \n\nPeter Faircouier his wife \n\nJacob Zabriskie Jannetje " \n\nHarmon Lutkins Annetje " " \n\nGarret Hopper \n\nJost Bogert Maria " " \n\nAbram Westervelt Annetje " " \n\nGarret Ackerman Rachel " " \n\nAbram Eutan Margaret] e " " \n\nB. Demarest Ritchje " " \n\nWashington made Paramus his headquarters at times during the War \nof the Revolution, and the church building served both as hospital and \nprison. As a consequence of its hard usage, it had to be rebuilt after the \nwar. The old church has played a stirring part in the community\'s his- \ntory and is a power still. \n\nPage fifteen \n\n\n\nEPISODE I. \n\nScene 2. Part 2. \n\n1735. Site of Paramus Churcli. \n\nThe neighbors of Paramus Plains assemWe on April 21, 1735, to laj \nthe corner stone of Paramus Church. They arrive on foot, on horseback^ \nand in wagons, seated in high backed chairs which are taken out to serve \nas seats for the congregation. The weather (being still cold, they bring \ntheir footstoves. The men, carrying their muskets, discuss the crops and \nthe neighborhood news as they await the arrival of the Dominie. \n\nA hoy gallops in on horseback. \n\n"Where\'s the voorleser ? The Acquackanonk is bank full and has \nswept the bridge out. Dominie Van Driessen is on the other side and can\'t \nget across." \n\nThe men confer with the voorleser and decide to go on with the cere- \nmony of laying the corner stone. The congregation stand beside their \nchairs while the voorleser with his face buried in his hat, breathes a silent \nprayer for help and guidance. He lines out the Psalm, then gets the pitch \nwith a tuning fork and raises the tune. It proves to be too high and the \nsinging is stopped and a new start made, with a rather disjointed and dis- \nconnected result. The collection bag for church support is passed, the lit- \ntle bell rousing the attention of sleepy members. \n\nThe voorleser reads the solemn liturgy beginning, "We are assembled \nhere in the name of the Triune God, Father, Son and Holy Ghost, to lay \nthe corner stone of a house to be erected to His honor and service and \npraise." The corner stone is lifted into place by four men and Paramus \nChurch is established for its long life of usefulness. At the conclusion of \nthe ceremony a second collection is taken, this time for the poor, and the \ncongregation dismissed with a hymn. \n\nEPISODE I. \n\nScene 3. \n\n1774. The Husking Bee. \n\nTwo young men bring to the barn floor shocks of corn, piling them up \nin the center. The girls of the house bring pitchers of cider and plates of \nDutch crullers, and welcome the arriving neighbors. The race to husk the \nfirst basketful of corn is, interrupted by the finding of a red ear with its \nconsequences. The fodder and baskets are cleared away and the floor \nswept for the dance. The fiddler arrives, is perched on a high seat, and \nthe dance begins. \n\nPa\xc2\xa3e sixteen \n\n\n\nInterlude I. \n\nInto the rollicking tune of \'\'Pop goes the weasel" comes the discordant \nnote of Tyranny. The Mists of Time scarcely hide his bulky figure as he \nstrides threateningly forward. The men, hastily putting the women be- \nhind them, face the Spirit of the Age shoulder to shoulder as the music \nsounds the neighbor motif like a trumpet call. \n\nThe Mists of the Future swiftly descend the hillside and from their \nmidst leaps the Spirit of Freedom, who draws his sword and meets Tyran- \nny in mortal combat. Out of the discords of the battle-music suddenly \nemerges the clear neighbor motif as Tyranny is driven from the field. \nFreedom draws a banner from his breast, fastens it to a pioneer\'s musket \nas to a staff and leads them to the hilltop, singing The Flower of Liberty. \n\n\n\nPa^e seventeen \n\n\n\nPa^e eighteen \n\n\n\nfS Pageant of Ridgewood, N. J. \n\nEPISODE 11. \n\n\n\nPao\'e ?iineteen \n\n\n\nPa\xc2\xa3e twenty \n\n\n\nThe Pageant of Ridgewood, N. J. \n\nEPISODE II. \n\nScene 1. Part 1. \n\nUnder date of Deceml^er 16, 1776, the following appears in the New \nYork Gazette and Weekly Mercury, printed by Hugh Gaines at the Bible \n& Crown, Hanover Square (whose \'\'printer" became a tory after the occu- \npation of New York City by the British) : \n\n"The Shattered Remains of the Refeel Army, \'tis said, are got over into \nthe Jersies. Humanity can but pity a set of poor misguided Men who are \nthus led on to Destruction by despicable and desperate Leaders against \nevery Idea of Keason and Duty, and without the least Prospect of Success." \n\n\'\'The Rebels are everywhere mouldering away like a Rope of Sand. \n"With the most impudent Bravadoes they have not yet had the Spirit to \nmake anything like a Stand in a single encounter. The New England \nPeople have neither money nor Recruits ; and the rest of the Colonies are \nnearly drained of their Resources." \n\nJan 20, 1777;, "Mr. Washington, with about two thousand poor \nWretches who can get no Subsistence hut by following him, has fled across \nNew Jersey to Pennsylvania." \n\nEPISODE II. \n\nScEiYE 1. Part 2. \n\n1776-7 \xe2\x80\x94 Paramus Road. \n\nRumors of a raid by the tories have warned a Jerseyman and his fami- \nly to seek possible safety with a neighbor. They have buried their few \ntreasures and take such provisions as they can carry with them. The \nboy, running ahead to the turn of the road, stops suddenly and runs back \nat greater speed, crying, "The army ! the army !" The sound of a fife and \ndrum is heard. As the father catches up the smallest child and leads the \nway to the river crossing, the boy protests. "No, No ! It\'s Washington ! \nI saw him !" \n\nA detachment of the retreating army marches north along Paramus \nRoad, Washington, with resolute face and bearing, rides at the head of \nhis hungry, disheartened army. Ragged, barefooted, scarcely a whole uni- \nform among them, they follow their leader and a seemingly hopeless cause. \nMany of them mutter in sullen resentment to each other. \n\nPage twenty-one \n\n\n\nThe boy begs some food from bis mother and the basket is soon emptied \nby the hungry soldiers. They warn the Jerseyman that the Hessians are \nclose behind them. \n\nAfter the army has passed, the family cross the road to hide in the \nwoods. The boy stands looking after them, turns to go, then runs back, \ncalling out, "Tell Washington " \n\nA soldier in the straggling rear guard stops to listen. \n\n"Tell Washington I\'ll help him fight when I grow up !" \n\nThe soldier waves his hand as both march away, and the music of the \nfife and drum try to cheer the discouraged army. \n\nEPISODE 11. \n\nScene 2. Part 1. \n\nNew Jersey, the debatable ground between the two armies in New \nYork and Pennsylvania, suft\'ered, not only from raids by the Hessians, \nbut also from the tory neighbors in their midst. The New York Gazette \nof January 20, 1777, tells of the successful raids of "A party of New Jer- \nsey Volunteers, under the command of Colonel Abraham Van Buskirk, \nwho has been distinguished for his loyal attachment to King and Consti- \ntution. \n\n"They (the colonials) have every prospect of a Famine, as their last \nCrop of Wheat is more entirely blasted than has ever been known in the \nMemory of Man. \n\n"Many begin to draw back (from enlisting) from a strong Preposses- \nsion that Independence and Ruin are closely united ! In short, the whole \nCourse of Things has \'been so much against the Cause, that, to use the im- \npious Expression of one of their Preachers before his Audience, \'it seems \nas if God Almighty was really turned Tory.\' " \n\nHopperstown (now Hohokus) on the old Post Road was settled by \nJohn Hopper in 1724. Two of the family, General Henry Hopper and \nCaptain Garrett Hopper, were officers in the Colonial Army. Their \nhomes, the Mansion House and the Stone House above the bridge, are still \nstanding. \n\n\n\nb\' \n\n\n\nEPISODE II. \n\nScene 2. Part 2. \n\n1777. Hopperstown. The Post Road and grounds before the Man- \nsion House and Stone House. \n\nCaptain Garret Hopper, wounded and lame, and General Henry Hop- \nper, his cousin, arrive on a furlough. They are welcomed by their fami- \n\nPage twenty-two \n\n\n\nlies and enter their respective homes. In a short time Abraham Van Bus- \nkirk and his torj raiders ride up. \n\nVanBushirh (shouting roughly to serving man). \n\nHere you ! Where\'s your master ? \n\nServant (frightened). \n\nI do \xe2\x80\x94 don\'t know, sir. \n\nVanBv^Mrk. \n\nWell, go in the hausen and tell him to come out here. \n\nMrs. Hopper (coming from house). \n\nAh, Colonel VanBuskirk, how come jou on? It is such a hot day. \nLeave your horses and rest awhile. (To servant.) Bring pitchers of apple- \njack and steins, and have the women fix some ham and rye bread sand- \nwiches, and a plate of those fresh olekokes and the hot ginger bread. \n\nVanBuslxirh and men dismount, are served and eat heartily. Mrs. \nHopper keeps the steins well filled and is most gracious and entertaining. \nThe men become visibly mellowed in manner. \n\nServants pass along the road below the house carrying two feather beds. \n\nMrs. Hopper. \n\nAh, see what the tavern law has done for me. "Two extra feather \nbeds" must I keep besides "extra room in pasture, stable and house." \n(Speaking to men). Jacob, take those beds to the stone house across the \nmill race and bring back the pair with clean ticks from the upper spare \nroom. \n\nVariBushii\'l\'. \n\nMrs. Hopper, you have been very friendly and kind to us, but now we \nwill have to go through the hausen to see if relbels might be there. \n\nMrs. Hopper. \n\nTo be sure, Col. VanBuskirk. \n\nThey go in. As soon as they have disappeared ivithin the house. Gen. \nHopper is seen slipping through the woods from the Mansion House. He \ncomes to the ravine as the servants reach the pkice with their burden. \nHurriedly removing the top feather bed, they help the wounded Captain \nto his feet and both hurry away into the woods. The disappointed tories \ncome from the Mansion House, showing their anger as they mount and \nride away. The servants, returning with the beds, are eagerly questioned \nby Mrs. Hopper, and assure her of her husband\'s escape. They are joined \nby the General\'s wife, who leads the Captains wife home rejoicing over \nthe strategy that has saved their husbands from capture. \n\nFag", twenty-three \n\n\n\nEPISODE II. \n\nScene 3. Paet 1. \n\nIn the fall of 1777 Aaron Burr and his regiment were detailed for \nscouting duty in New Jersey with headquarters at Eamapo. One of the \nnumerous engagements with the Hessian raiders took place near the Little \nHermitage. Then and there Burr first met the fascinating Theodosia de \nVisme Prevost, the widow of a British Colonel. In 1778-9, while in com- \nmand of the Westchester lines, thirty miles away, Burr would cross the \nHudson after dark, with his horse thrown and hohbled in the bottom of \nthe boat, ride twenty miles through the enemy\'s country to see the widow, \nand get back into camp before daybreak. It is a popular tradition that \nthey were married in the Paramus Church, July 28, 1782. ^ \n\nEPISODE II. \nScene 3. Part 2. \n\nJuly 28, 1782. The Little Hermitage (now Rosencrantz House, \nFranklin Turnpike). \n\nAfter their wedding in the old Paramus Church, Aaron Burr and his \nbride drive up to the Little Hermitage. They are surprised with a recep- \ntion by their neighbors, who have discovered the cause of the errand to the \nChurch and who greet them with congratulations and rice. \n\nAmong the other guests Burr discovers his old friend, Col. Popham. \n\nCol. Popham. \nAh, Colonel, I congratulate you both. One more instance of your bril- \nliant tactics \xe2\x80\x94 you have stolen a march on us. \n\nCol. Burr. \nAh but, Colonel, you have captured our forces by countermarching. \n( After much laughter and applause another of Burr\'s military friends \nsteps forward and reads to the company a poem beginning:/ \nFrom the commandant\'s quarters on Westchester height \nThe blue hills of Ramapo lie in full sight ; \n\nOn their slope gleam the gables that_ shield his heart\'s queen. \nBut the Redcoats are wary \xe2\x80\x94 ^the Hudson\'s between. \nThrough the camp runs a jest: ^\'There\'s no moon \xe2\x80\x94 \'tw\'.ll be dark; \n. \'Tis odds little Aaron will go on a spark !" \nAnd the toast of the troopers is : "Pi(ikets lie low. \nAnd good luck to the colonel and widow Provost." \n\nHe hands the verses to the bride amid much merriment and claims her \nas his partner for the minuet. After the dance they are bidden to the din- \ning room and go out to the wedding supper. \n\nPage twenty -foiLV \n\n\n\nEPISODE 11. \nScene 4. Part 1. \n\nWhen in 1812 Fulton superintended the construction of steam ferries \nacross the Hudson, a new era opened for New Jersey. The safety and \nspeed of crossing made the two states practically one and railway develop- \nment began. \n\nThe Paterson and Ramapo R. R. Company built a single track line \nfrom Paterson through Godwinville (now Ridgewood) to the New Jersey \nand New York State Line in 1847. The second track was laid in 186\'5 \nand the third and fourth tracks in 1902 and 1903. The terminus at tide- \nwater previous to 1861 was at Weehawken, through the Paterson & Hud- \nson R. R. ; but the railroad in that year was extended through the Long \nDock Company\'s tracks direct to the river. \n\nEPISODE II. \n\nScKNE 4. Paet 2. \n\n1846. Present site of Ridgewood business section. \nA surveying corps crosses the swamp, running a line due north, \nA man from Godwinville (formerly Newtown, now Wortendyke) comes \nfrom the West. \n\nOodwinville Citizen. \nWell, young fellow, what are you about ? \n\nSurveyor. \nLocating a railway line. \n\nGodwinville. \nA railway ! Where\'s it going to ? \n\nSurveyor. \nSuffeiti, Ramapo way. \n\nA man from Paramus comes from the East. \nParamus Citizen. \nWhere\'s it coming from ? \n\nSurveyor. \nPaterson. \n\nParamus. \nWhat on earth would a body want a railroad through here for ? \n\nInsert \n\n\n\nSurveyor. \n\nShorten the route for the gre^t through line from New York to Dun- \nkirk. \n\nParamus. \n\nThat\'s your reason. What\'s the good of a road to us ? \n\nSurveyor. \n\nGive you young fellows a chance to go to town and see the sights. Ever \nhear of New York City? Happen to know that there\'s 307,000 people \nliving there ? \n\nGodwinville. \n\nWell, if your railroad is to use, why don\'t you build it convenient? \nThere\'s nobody lives in this mudhole but the frogs. Come over by God- \nwinville. Ever hear of Wortendyke\'s Candle Wicking mill? Happen to \nknow we sell it all over the United States and ship direct to both China \nand Japan ? \n\nParamus. \n\nWhy don\'t you build over by Paramus where the town is ? This place \nis nothing but a swamp on a cross road from the Goffle to the Post Road. \n\nSurveyor. \n\nBecause Paramus is too far east. Godwinville is too far west. Orders \nare to go straight through \xe2\x80\x94 the mud hole. {To flagman) All right, go. \nahead. \n\nGodwinville and Paramus citizens have in disgust. \n\nNote: In 1855 Captain Dayton hired a man to ditch and draw the \nswamp, paying 37^c per working day (from sun up to sun down). \n\n\n\nInterlude II. \n\nTwo neighbors meet with friendly greetings. In the course of conver- \nsation a question of ownership) arises, uJDon which there is a difference of \nopinion. The difference soon grows into a quarrel and as it grows more \nangry the mists gather ahove them. As they float down towards the valley \nthe Lord of Wrong creeps over the top of the ridge and the music crashes \ninto battle sounds as it ushers in the big, brutal figure of War. The Spirits \nof Wrong influence the quarrel to greater bitterness while War stands im- \npassively waiting. At last the neighbors with final threats of defiance \nrush back to ISTorth and South and returning with rifles kneel and take aim \nat each other. Swiftly out of the ISTorth and South comes a woman with \nchildren, who kneel before War, imploring. War answers with a single ges- \nture \xe2\x80\x94 reaching forth his arm toward the fighting neighbors with cruel de- \nliberation he turns his thumb down. The neighbors fire and fall. War stalks \ninto the foreground with exultant gestures and in triumphal march goes \non. Behind him follow Grief, Famine, Despair, humbled Civilization, the \ncrippled Future and the rest of the sad train. The sorrowing figures of \nHumanity help the widows bear away their dead. Just over the hilltop \nthe Spirits of Wrong lie in wait. \n\n\n\nPage twenty -five \n\n\n\nTage twenty-six \n\n\n\nfS Pageant of Ridgewood, N. J. \n\nEPISODE III. \n\n\n\nPage tiventy-seven \n\n\n\nPa^e twenty -eight \n\n\n\nni\\e Pageant of Ridge^ood, N. J. \n\nEPISODE III. \n\nScene 1. Part 1. \n\nIn the 60\'Sj Union Hall (now Paramus Church Chapel) was built by \nthe ReiDublicans, and the first speech delivered within its walls was by \nHorace Greeley. \n\nAn old block house, east of Hohokus, was the drill room of the ISTation- \nal Guard of Hohokus, of which Abram VanEmburgh was captain. When \nthe company enlisted for the Civil War and became part of the 22nd Regi- \nment, Capt. VanEmT^urgh was put in command as Colonel. This hall was \nalso the meeting place of the Society for the Promulgation of Education \nin Bergen County \xe2\x80\x94 apparently in the principles of the Democrats, since \nit was their headquarters. \n\nEPISODE III. \n\nScene 1. Part 2. \n\nThe morning after Fort Sumter was fired on, Dominie Corwin fastened \na flag to a pole and thrust it out of the belfry of old Paramus Church. \nWhen the congregation came to church the following Sunday they found \nOld Glory waving in the breeze above them. Some of the members object- \ned, telling the pastor that it was not right to have the flag there as long as \nsome of the congregation held different opinions, and that he must take it \ndown. Two patriotic members, William Ranlett and John Jacob Zabris- \nkie, approved of the Dominie\'s action, and told him to keep it on the steeple \nand that they would protect him. A committee of the objecters called on \nMr. Corwin and demanded the removal of the flag before next Sabbath\'s \nservices. In the meantime Mr. Ranlett armed and equipped twenty-five \nmen at his own expense. \n\nOn the following Sunday the congregation assembles, with certain of \nits members missing. The committee approaches the pastor and the chair- \nman speaks : \n\nChairman. \nDominie Corwin, we told you that flag must come down and it\'s com- \ning down now. \n/ They start toward the church.) \n\nPage twenty-nine \n\n\n\nDominie Corwin. \nAnd I told jou our flag should wave above us until this v^ar is over. \n\nMen. \nWell, it won^t. It\'s coming down now. \n\nDominie Corwin {raising his voice). \n\nI have twenty-five men here who will help me j)rotect it. The first man \nwho touches that flag to tear it down will be shot ! \n\nThe company of men made up of the missing members marches to the \nfront of the church, barring the way to the door. They stand silently "at \nattention." In the midst of consternation and excitement the committee \nand symapthizers gather together their families and leave, some never to \nreturn. The Dominie enters the church, followed by the women and chil \ndren. \n\nThe Captain faces the company. \n\nBoys, three cheers for Old Glory and then we\'ll go to church. \n\nThey all cheer, then file into the church still carrying their guns. \n\nN"ote : \xe2\x80\x94 The flag lasted half a year and was replaced by others until \nthe close of the war. \n\n\n\nEPISODE III. \n\n\'Scene 2. Part 1. \n\nThe rolling stock of the Paterson section of what is now the Erie Rail- \nway at first consisted of "three splendid and commodious cars, each capa- \nble of accommodating thirty passengers, drawn by fleet and gentle horses ; \na rapid and delightful mode of travelling." \n\nWhen the change was made to steam power it must have been with \nmany misgivings, for it was advertised that "The steam and horse cars \nare so intermixed that passengers may make their selection, and the timid \ncan avail themselves of the latter, twice a day." The locomotive was the \nold "Grasshopper Engine" with its walking beam, loping along like its \npredecessor, the running indian. \n\nIn 1866 there were but three or four buildings in Ridgewood. The \nfirst station was a freight car. Mr. Cornelius Shuart was station agent \nand Mr. Benj. F. Robinson, postmaster (salary $10 per annum). Mrs. \nCornelia Dayton suggested the change of name from Godwinville to Ridge- \nwood. \n\nPa^e thirty \n\n\n\nEPISODE III. \nScene 2. Part 2. \n1866. Eidgewood Station. \n\nMr. Benj. F. Do i yton . ^ J^:^-z^e^-\xc2\xa5\' .r:H \xe2\x96\xa0 \nGood morning, Mrs. Dajton. \n\nMrs. Cornelia Dayton. \n\nGood morning, Mr. Robinson. \n\nMr. Bohinson. \n\nWell, the Erie R. R. has given in at last. Various packages came in \non the 9 :20 this morning mai^ked Ridgewood instead of Godwinville. \n\nMrs. Dayton. \n\n\'That is good news indeed. Let me see, it is just six years, is it not, \nsince we first requested them to make the change ? \n\nMr. Bohinson. \n\nYes, and for one year Uncle Sam has made them drop mail hags marked \n"Ridgewood" on this station platform. \'The Erie is a queer road in some \nways. \n\nMrs. Dayton,. \n\nOh, don\'t say that \xe2\x80\x94 ^what would Ridgewood \'be without the Erie ? \xe2\x80\x94 \nnothing at all ! \n\nA countryman comes down the road with his children hanging to his \ncoat and crying. \n\nMrs. Dayton. \nWhy, what is the matter ? \n\nGirl. \nFather\'s going to the City and we may never see him again. \n\nCountryman. \n\nIt\'s all nonsense. I want to go into the city to see the sights I\'ve heard \nabout, and the whole family\'s scared to death. \n\nCountryman\'s wife. \nDo you thing it\'s quite safe, sir ? \n\nPa\xc2\xa3e thirty-one \n\n\n\nMr. Robinson. \nWhy certainly. Why not ? \n\nCountryman s wife. \nOh, sir, if he would only walk in. A car going hy steam is against \nnature. Mrs. Blank of Paterson walked all the way in last week, and \nbought her hat and walked home again. \n\nCountryman. \nYes, and walked in next day and took it back again and then walked \nout \xe2\x80\x94 and her shoes into the bargain. Just like a woman ! \n\nMr. Robinson. \nI\'m sure it\'s perfectly safe. It was only last year the Erie constructed \na telegraph line through the tunnel to signal warning of coming trains at \neither end. thus avoiding collisions. \n\nilf rs. Dayton. \nAnd there is so much to see in the city. \'Stewart\'s Marble Palace is \nthe largest drygoods store in the world \xe2\x80\x94 152 feet on Broadway and 100 \nback on Chambers street. I have been told that they employ no less than \n350 salesmen and clerks in their wholesale and retail departments to- \ngether. \n\nGirl \nOh, father ! I want to go with you. \n\nNeighbor. \nAnd the city is growing so large that Tiffany\'s Fancy and Curiosity \nstore has moved uptown to 441 Broadway. But no one needs to walk. \nThere are five lines of commodious city cars drawn by horses and mules \xe2\x80\x94 \none to 23rd, one to 27th, and three clear up to 59th street. The streets are \npaved all the way up to 44th street. \n(Astonishment). \n\nMr. 8huart. \n\nSome of the buildings are six stories high ! And the new St. Nicholas \nhotel has 600 rooms. Then just think of the private houses costing from \nfifty to two hundred thousand dollars ! \n\nAll \nOh! \n\nMr. Shuart. \nWell, sir, you will have to hurry. There comes the 9 :29 express. The \nnext train is the mail at 6 :40 this afternoon. \n\nCountryman\'s family hurries out. Little girl crying. \nDon\'t go, father. Oh, I mean, take me too ! \n\nPage thirty-two \n\n\n\nInterlude III. \n\n\n\nParamus appears on tlie highlands looking off toward the sea. \n\nBehind her the jSTature Spirits slip out of the edge of the woods. \n\nThe Mists of Time sweep orer the hills, then swirl away and Manhat- \ntan stands silhouetted against the horizon line. She \'brings with her a fam- \nily of city dwellers. Beholding Paramus across the valley, she calls : \n\nAll hail ! Paramus of the Highlands. \n\nParamus. \nHail and welcome! Manhattan by the Sea. \n\n3fanhaUa7i. \n\nAlso your welcome for these my children. North, south, west, and \nfrom across the waters their fathers come to fill my market place. But the \nyoung cJiildren thrive not in the crowd. Will you give them room in the \npure air of your Highlands ? \n\nParamus. \n\nAye, Manhattan, we cannot refuse the children. It was for their chil- \ndren\'s sake our fathers endured all hardships to win this land for a home. \n\nMayihattan. \n\nAlso, Paramus, I bring many inventions to light, to drain, to pave your \nstreets, and swift flying trains between your hills and my market place for \nthe father, whose new name shall be the commuter. \n\nParam,us. \n\nSo \'be it, Manhattan. But in your eagerness for the new, forget not old \nvirtues. I will share with you the quiet home of my fathers where for gen- \nerations our roots have gone deep into the place of dwelling. On your \npart, oh Manhattan, tax your invention, I charge you, to create in dcublc- \nmeasure the spirit of a sense-of-home for those whose feet wander. \n\nManhattan: \nWhat mean you, Paramus ? \n\nPage thirty-three \n\n\n\nParamtis. \n\nOh, Manhattan, it is the passing of the old and the coming of the new, \nand it is well. Loyalty to the market place the man must have or business \nsuffers. Loyalty to his home, the training place of his children, he must \nalso have or they and the future suffer grievously. If we keep not the lode- \nstar of home and neighbors to guide us we are lost. The place of ridges \nand woods is what we all of us make it, for we are Ridgewood. Lo, even \nnow she comes ! \n\nAll hail ! Ridgewood. \n\nManhattan. \nAll hail ! Ridgewood. \n\nRidgewood. \nHail to ye both ! \n\nManhattan. \n\nOh. Paramus of the Highlands, I hear and I will remember. \n\nThe city dwellers salute Ridgewood, who gives them the freedom of her \nhealth-giving hills and valleys. As she waves her hand in gesture of wel- \ncome the birds and the flowers and all nature come out to dance with the \nchildren and lure them into the beauty of the hills among the trees. \n\n\n\nPage thirty-four \n\n\n\nPageant of Ridgewood, N. J. \n\nEPISODE IV. \n\n\n\nPage thirty-five \n\n\n\nPage thirty-six. \n\n\n\nniie Pageant of Ridgewood, N. J. \n\n\n\nEPISODE IV. \nScene 1. Paet 1. \n\n"If our national genius is for organization, then our national game is \nnot baseball, \'but going on committees. It has been said that if three Amer- \nicans have an idea in common, the best known immediately becomes presi- \ndent, the richest treasurer, and the most able, secretary. There is hardly \na family without a memiber on some committee or in some club, lodge, un- \nion or circle." \n\nClubs and societies are not only the national sport, they are the nation- \nal and only school of democracy. The newly arrived immigrant who joins \nthe insurance and social club of his neighborhood soon gets an understand- \ning of what the rule of the majority means and why, as well as the differ- \nence \'between the steam-roller and consent-of-the-governed kinds. We all \nof us pay our dues \xe2\x80\x94 that is to say, our tuition fees \xe2\x80\x94 to our clubs and com- \nmittees and educate ourselves. \n\n\n\nWe are told that the migration of the world\'s people, intranational and \ninternational, is today on a scale and in a way never known before. Migra- \ntion of individuals, not the old-time migration of the social group, tends \ntoward the losing of a sense-of-home, community background and social \ntraditions. \n\nThe effect on the future, through the generation now growing up, and \nsoon to be the Citizens of To-morrow, is to be reckoned with. \n\n\'Team work at its \'best is only possible where one is acquainted with, \nand used to, the other half of the team. Where that is lacking other ele- \nments must be suT^stituted. \n\nAmong the twenty-eight members of the class playing the following \nscene are five born in Ridgewood ; the rest are from fourteen different \ntowns in six widely separated states and countries. This is a characteristic \ncommon to urban and suburban communities. \n\n\n\nPage thirty-seven \n\n\n\nEPISODE IV. \n\nScene 1. Part 2. \n\n18 . Ridgewood. \n\nCommuters. \n\nA group of commu\'ters hurrying home from the 6.01 train stop at the \nstreet corner. \n\nOne man. \n\nWell, I turn oft" here. \n\nOther man. \n\nSpring Street ? So do I. You must come from Brooklyn. \n\nOne. \n\nI did. How do you like it out here ? \n\nOther. \n\nIt\'s a healthy place. My wife\'s throat is much better. Little lonesome \nthough. We\'re newcomers. \n\nOne. \n\nSame here. Come around some night. {A pause, then enthusiastical- \nly.) Say, I\'ve a bright idea \xe2\x80\x94 ^let\'s get hold of a bunch of Brooklynites \nand start a club or something. \n\nOther. \n\nFine ! Here comes one now. Say, Green, let me introduce you to \nGrray. What do you say to (etc., etc., etc.) ? \n\nLady walks in, looking back at Ridgewood Avenue in indignation. \nMeets friend. \n\nOh, how do you do, Mrs. Bee ? Did you see that poor horse with no \nhat on to protect him from the sun ? \n\nMrs. Bee. \n\nHorrible. Why don\'t somebody do something ahout it ? Is there a So- \nciety for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals out here ? \n\nMrs. Aye. \n\nI don\'t think so. Wouldn\'t it be a good plan to call a meeting? (etc., \netc., etc.) \n\nPage thirty -eight \n\n\n\nTwo geutlemen on way to station. \n\nTom. \nMorning, Bill. What\'s the matter? Got the blues? Oh, I say, I \nthink you look yellow instead ! \n\nBill. \nDoctor says liver \xe2\x80\x94 not enough exercise. \n\nTom. \n\nUm \' Bowling\'s good exercise. So\'s tennis. \n\nBill. \nWhere ? \n\nTom. \nWell now, I\'ve been thinking that if a lot of us fellows got together \n(etc., etc., etc.) \n\nTwo ladies on way to Playhouse. \n\nMrs. Zee. \nI wish you\'d come out to Ridgewood to live. Why don\'t you ? \n\nMrs. Dee. \nWell, the girls don\'t want to come. \n\nMrs. Zee. \nWhy, really ? Why not ? \n\nMrs. Dee. \nBecause although your boys are so heautifully provided for in the Y. \nM. C. A., athletic clubs, etc., your girls have almost nothing of that sort. \nT feel that such organizations are just as essential for girls as boys. \n\nMrs. Zee. \nSo do I. J^ow if women only had the ballet we could change all that. \nMrs. Eigii is such an enthusiastic suffragist. Suppose we ask her to call \na meeting (etc., etc., etc.) \n\nThe organizations multiply seven fold. Then comes the second stage. \n\nMrs. Eye. \nWell, how can we build a clubhouse without more money? \n\nMrs. Jay. \nOh, I\'ll tell you, let\'s have a fair. I have some tickets in my bag and \nwe can sell them to our friends right now (etc., etc., etc.) \n(^ Repeated with variations.y \n\nThe plague of ticket selling increases, each organization offering them \nto everyone else until all run away with their hands over their ears. \n\nPage thirty-nine \n\n\n\nFinal \n\n\n\nRidgewood stands alone and as she lifts her eyes to the hills she sees \nthe ugly Spirits of Wrong threateningly come nearer. She looks about for \nhelp and discovers a veiled figure asleep upon \'the hill. Quickly Ridge- \nwood reaches her side and whispers: \n\n\'\'Awake ! Awake ! See you not the danger that threatens ?" She \nsleeps on and Ridgewood cries again: \n\n\'"Will you not help me ? Oh, v/ho are you ?" Slowly the sleeping \nfigure stirs and lifts her veil. \n\n"Men call me Civic Spirit. In the old days my name was " \n\nThen she sees the Lord of Wrong and in quick comprehension runs \nswiftly to the hilltop and beckons into the distance. \n\nLike ghosts of the long ago the Indians and Nature Spirits slip out \nfrom among the \'trees and to the strains of the Spring Music dance the \nApril dance. As before, the first settler appears, the struggle is repeated, \nthe call for help answered by another pioneer, and the Spirit of Neighbors \nis re-born as the music rises triumphant in the neighbor motif. \n\nThe scene is drifting away into the Land of Memory, when Ridgewood \nholds out her arms, appealing to the Neighbor Sj)irit to return. As she \ncomes nearer, Ridgewood says wonderingly: \n\n"But you are Civic Spirit." \n\nAnd the Spirit answers : \n\n"Aye, and of Neighbors too \xe2\x80\x94 we are one !" \n\nThen the organizations return waving their banners. The Neighbor \nSpirit unfurls her standard, lifts it on high, and all read thereon the legend, \n"Together, for the Common Good !" She points to the prowling Wrongs \nthat have come nearer and turns VA^th a gesture of appeal to the organiza- \ntions. A number of them assem\'ble at once under the new standard; but, \nseeing the others hold aloof, she lifts a trumpet to her lips and blows a call \nnorth, east, south and west for the Citizens of To-morrow. From the \nlistening world below a fife and drimi corps run up the hill and take their \nstand by the Spirit\'s side, sounding a thrilling assembly call. The graduat- \ning classes of Harrison, Kenilworth, Beech-Union and Monroe answer. \nEducation hands them their enlistment papers and they march toward the \nLand of the Unknown Future. The dark Spirits sweep down upon the \nchildren. At their cry of alarm all the organizations swiftly surround \nthe Neighbor \'banner and stand together between the children and the Lord \nof Wrongs who retreats a little way. \n\nPage forty \n\n\n\nSeeing this the people crj, \'\'Call more neighbors!" The trumpet \nsounds and Hohokus, Paramus, Glen Rock and Midland Park enter and \ntake their stand with Ridgewood, and the Spirits of Wrong go further \nback. \n\nNew Jersey descends the hill and the Spirit of Neighbors standing by \nher side again lifts the trumpet. New York, the Atlantic, Delaware and \nPennsylvania take their places under the banner, "Together for the Com- \nmon Good," and the Lord of Wrong retreats to the hilltop. \n\nOnce more the cry, "Yet more neighbors," Colum\'bia appears on the \nheight, and for the last time the trumpet is blown to the four corners of \nthe earth: South America, mourning Europe, Asia and Africa, league the \nworld in the new warfare of Humanity against the Lord of Wrong, who \ndisappears below the horizon to stay as long as the League holds. Turn- \ning to the Spirit of Neighbors the people sing a hymn as they follow her \nup the heights into the Land of To-morrow which shall be the Land of To- \nday when the children grow up. \n\n\n\nPage forty-one \n\n\n\nTHE SPIRIT OF NEIGHBORS \n\n1. Spirit of Neighbors, by whose courage \n\nOf kindly heart and helping hand \nOur fathers dared all unknown danger \nAnd built our homes within this land \xe2\x80\x94 \n\'Twas for the children, for the future, \nFor a country that should stand. \n\n2. \'Spirit of Neighbors, \'twas for freedom \n\nFrom Valley Forge to Bunker Hill \nOur fathers held this land together \nAnd, though we quarreled, hold it still ; \n\'Twas for the children, for the future, \nOur country\'s purpose to fulfill. \n\n3. Spirit of Neighbors, we inherit \n\nThe home they won, the country free; \nWe pay our debt unto the future. \nGive us the vision to foresee J \n\'Tis in our hands to help or hinder \nEvery child from sea to sea. \n\n4. Spirit of Neighbors, Lord of Nations, \n\nThe world rocks with the war of hate, \nYet Thy Commandment, Love each other, \n\'Shall conquer war, shall recreate \nThe song of courage for the future \nFor the CHILDREN, for the STATE. \n\n\n\nPage forty-two \n\n\n\nSPIRIT OF NEIGHBORS \n\n\n\n\n\n\n^^ \n\n\n\nki P ^ \n\n\n\n^^^ \n\n\n\n<s \n\n\n\n?1=5 \n\n\n\n.1^ ^-%% ^ J -^ \n\n\n\n^i \n\n\n\n^ \n\n\n\n1S> \' \n\n\n\n-^ \n\n\n\n\n^ \n\n\n\n^j j4 i \n\n\n\n-X\xc2\xab. \n\n\n\nt ^ -j*\' ^ \xc2\xbbl -BP\'l 111) I [ \n\n\n\n^ d Ofe CI ftt..^\xe2\x80\x94;^^-^ \n\n\n\n\xe2\x96\xa0^ \n\n\n\nJ iJ\'^-l J \n\n\n\n^^^ \n\n\n\ni-f^^ \n\n\n\n- SLjL . p \n\n\n\ns \n\n\n\n\'.t uT r \n\n\n\n=\xc2\xa5- \n\n\n\n-7^ \n\n\n\ni^+H-- \n\n\n\n-^ r \'-r f\'^ r \n\n\n\n\nPage forty-three \n\n\n\nLIBRftRY OF CONGRESS \n\n005 427 715 ll \n\n\n\nPaterson Pr\xc2\xabs8 Print \n\n\n\n'