Article May 15, 1915 Issue

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[Northwestern Christian Advocate]

We made a kite for a little four-year-old the other day—we had not forgotten the art of old. From the pine board we fashioned the sticks, bound them with string, covered them with paper, adjusted the bridles, attached the tail and string, when our flier was ready for the ascent. We sought an open field, where we could run if need be, and the kite go up if it took the notion. The wind was fitful, and our patience bordered on despair, when finally she caught the steady upper current and stood as though suspended from above. Then we turned everything over to him who had followed us up and down, shouting his glee or crying his disappointment as the "white flier" rose or fell. "Here, my boy; you may hold it now."

He grasped the string and danced with intense delight; he almost screamed his emotion. And to more than one passer-by he called: "Look at me, will you, flying my kite! Look! look!" And as we stood and looked at him we thought of the hour or two of application to kite construction, and the additional half-hour spent in inducing it to stand in air. And then to hear him call out, "Watch me fly my kite," we could not refrain from thinking of children of older years—men, if you please—who lay claim to the things of God, and then call upon the world to take note of their accomplishments.

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