flag of his country painted on his stomach.

"That is one of the most thrilling sights I have seen in the Orient!" I
said with tears in my eyes. "If the children of the land feel that way,
Korea will never be conquered!"

"The American understands! The American understands!" one of the little
bright-eyed boys said to the missionary in Korean.

* * * * *

A missionary was teaching a class of Koreans about Heaven.

A little hand shot up.

The missionary nodded that the child could speak.

"Will there be any Japs in Heaven?"

This was a baffling question; for diplomatic destinies were at stake.
But missionaries are usually honest, so she said, "Yes, if they are good
Japs!"

"Then I don't want to go!" said the little eight-year-old Korean with
emphasis.

Another teacher was telling a class in Geography to draw a map of the
Orient.

One Korean child said, "Do we have to put in that little group of
islands east of the coast of China?"

I met one Korean whom I had known in America. He was educated in the
American universities. He was in every sense of the word a gentleman and
an intellectual.

He told me that the older children of his family had taught the
nine-months-old baby to raise its hands in the air above its head
whenever the word "Mansei" was spoken.

I got an electrical shock of patriotism the day I saw that tiny child
lift its little arms above its head when that sacred word was spoken. It
was like a benediction of freedom!

"This posture of the child is more significant," said Mr. ----, "when
you know that the most cruel method of torture that the Japanese use is
that of stretching a man, woman or child up by the thumbs to the ceiling
with his toes just touching the floor."

In that same posture of torture Koreans rise to their toes when they
give their national cry of "Mansei" for all the world like an American
student giving his college yell.

"It means life and death to give that cry as you know," said this
intelligent Korean.

"Then what will your children do when they grow a bit older and go out
on the streets and yell this cry?" I asked this intelligent father.

"Be killed, no doubt, by some ignorant, ruthless Japanese gendarme!" he
said with finality.

"Then you should not allow them to teach its tiny lips that word!" I
said.

"I would rather my child were dead than to have it forget that cry!"

In this same family one Sunday afternoon a two-year-o