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It was in this atmosphere of prodigal expenditure and culpable waste that I was to practise thrift： a fundamental in life！ And it is into this atmosphere that the foreign…born comes now； with every inducement to spend and no encouragement to save。 For as it was in the days of my boyhood； so it is to…dayonly worse。 One need only go over the experiences of the past two years； to compare the receipts of merchants who cater to the working…classes and the statements of savingsbanks throughout the country； to read the story of how the foreign…born are learning the habit of criminal wastefulness as taught them by the American。
Is it any wonder； then； that in this； one of the essentials in life and in all success； America fell short with me； as it is continuing to fall short with every foreign…born who comes to its shores？
As a Dutch boy； one of the cardinal truths taught me was that whatever was worth doing was worth doing well： that next to honesty came thoroughness as a factor in success。 It was not enough that anything should be done： it was not done at all if it was not done well。 I came to America to be taught exactly the opposite。 The two infernal Americanisms 〃That's good enough〃 and 〃That will do〃 were early taught me； together with the maxim of quantity rather than quality。
It was not the boy at school who could write the words in his copy…book best who received the praise of the teacher； it was the boy who could write the largest number of words in a given time。 The acid test in arithmetic was not the mastery of the method； but the number of minutes required to work out an example。 If a boy abbreviated the month January to 〃Jan。〃and the word Company to 〃Co。〃 he received a hundred per cent mark； as did the boy who spelled out the words and who could not make the teacher see that 〃Co。〃 did not spell 〃Company。〃
As I grew into young manhood； and went into business； I found on every hand that quantity counted for more than quality。 The emphasis was almost always placed on how much work one could do in a day； rather than upon how well the work was done。 Thoroughness was at a discount on every hand； production at a premium。 It made no difference in what direction I went； the result was the same： the cry was always for quantity； quantity！ And into this atmosphere of almost utter disregard for quality I brought my ideas of Dutch thoroughness and my conviction that doing well whatever I did was to count as a cardinal principle in life。
During my years of editorship； save in one or two conspicuous instances； I was never able to assign to an American writer； work which called for painstaking research。 In every instance； the work came back to me either incorrect in statement； or otherwise obviously lacking in careful preparation。
One of the most successful departments I ever conducted in The Ladies' Home Journal called for infinite reading and patient digging； with the actual results sometimes almost negligible。 I made a study of my associates by turning the department over to one after another； and always with the same result： absolute lack of a capacity for patient research。 As one of my editors； typically American； said to me： 〃It isn't worth all the trouble that you put into it。〃 Yet no single department ever repaid the searcher more for his pains。 Save for assistance derived from a single person； I had to do the work myself for all the years that the department continued。 It was apparently impossible for the American to work with sufficient patience and care to achieve a result。
We all have our pet notions as to the particular evil which is 〃the curse of America；〃 but I always think that Theodore Roosevelt came closest to the real curse when he classed it as a lack of thoroughness。
Here again； in one of the most important matters in life； did America fall short with me； and； what is more important； she is falling short with every foreigner that comes to her shores。
In the matter of education； America fell far short in what should be the strongest of all her institutions： the public school。 A more inadequate； incompetent method of teaching； as I look back over my seven years of attendance at three different public schools； it is difficult to conceive。 If there is one thing that I； as a foreign…born child； should have been carefully taught； it is the English language。 The individual effort to teach this； if effort there was； and I remember none； was negligible。 It was left for my father to teach me； or for me to dig it out for myself。 There was absolutely no indication on the part of teacher or principal of responsibility for seeing that a foreign…born boy should acquire the English language correctly。 I was taught as if I were American…born； and； of course； I was left dangling in the air； with no conception of what I was trying to do。
My father worked with me evening after evening； I plunged my young mind deep into the bewildering confusions of the languageand no one realizes the confusions of the English language as does the foreign…bornand got what I could through these joint efforts。 But I gained nothing from the much…vaunted public…school system which the United States had borrowed from my own country； and then had rendered incompetent…either by a sheer disregard for the thoroughness that makes the Dutch public schools the admiration of the world； or by too close a regard for politics。
Thus； in her most important institution to the foreign…born； America fell short。 And while I am ready to believe that the public school may have increased in efficiency since that day； it is； indeed； a question for the American to ponder； just how far the system is efficient for the education of the child who comes to its school without a knowledge of the first word in the English language。 Without a detailed knowledge of the subject； I know enough of conditions in the average public school to…day to warrant at least the suspicion that Americans would not be particularly proud of the system； and of what it gives for which annually they pay millions of dollars in taxes。
I am aware in making this statement that I shall be met with convincing instances of intelligent effort being made with the foreign…born children in special classes。 No one has a higher respect for those efforts than I havefew； other than educators； know of them better than I do； since I did not make my five…year study of the American public school system for naught。 But I am not referring to the exceptional instance here and there。 I merely ask of the American； interested as he is or should be in the Americanization of the strangers within his gates； how far the public school system； as a whole； urban and rural； adapts itself； with any true efficiency； to the foreign…born child。 I venture to color his opinion in no wise； I simply ask that he will inquire and ascertain for himself； as he should do if he is interested in the future welfare of his country and his institutions； for what happens in America in the years to come depends； in large measure； on what is happening to…day in the public schools of this country。
As a Dutch boy I was taught a wholesome respect for law and for authority。 The fact was impressed upon me that laws of themselves were futile unless the people for whom they were made respected them； and obeyed them in spirit more even than in the letter。 I came to America to feel； on every hand； that exactly the opposite was true。 Laws were passed； but were not enforced； the spirit to enforce them was lacking in the people。 There was little respect for the law； there was scarcely any for those appointed to enforce it。
The nearest that a boy gets to the law is through the policeman。 In the Netherlands a boy is taught that a policeman is for the protection of life and property； that he is the natural friend of every boy and man who behaves himself。 The Dutch boy and the policeman are； naturally； friendly in their relations。 I came to America to be told that a policeman is a boy's natural enemy； that he is eager to arrest him if he can find the slightest reason for doing so。 A policeman； I was informed； was a being to hold in fear； not in respect。 He was to be avoided； not to be made friends with。 The result was that； as did all boys； I came to regard the policeman on our beat as a distinct enemy。 His presence meant that we should 〃stiffen up〃； his disappearance was the signal for us to 〃let loose。〃
So long as one was not caught； it did not matter。 I heard mothers tell their little children that if they did not behave themselves； the policeman would put them into a bag and carry them off； or cut their ears off。 Of course； the policeman became to them an object of terror； the law he represented； a cruel thing that stood for punishment。 Not a note of respect did I ever hear for the law in my boyhood days。 A law was something to be broken； to be evaded； to call down upon others as a source of punishment； but never to be regarded in the light of a safeguard。
And as I grew into manhood； the newspapers rang on every side with disrespect for those in authority。 Under the special dispensation of the liberty of the press； which was construed into the license of the press； no man was too high to escape editorial vituperation if his politics did n