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Or she would remind me again of the immense sums we used to spend on
hospitals and prisons; or refer to the general change in economics, that
inevitable socialization of industry, which had checked waste and
increased productivity so much.
"We are a rich people, John," she repeated. "So are other nations, for
that matter; the world's richer. We have increased our output and
lowered our expenses at the same time. One of our big present problems
is what to do with our big surplus; we quarrel roundly over that. But
meanwhile it is a very poor nation indeed that does not provide full
education for its children."
I found that the differences in education were both subtle and profound.
The babies' experience of group life, as well as the daily return to
family life, gave a sure groundwork for the understanding of civics.
Their first impressions included other babies; no child grew up with the
intensified self-consciousness we used to almost force upon them.
In all the early years learning was ceaseless and unconscious. They grew
among such carefully chosen surroundings as made it impossible not to
learn what was really necessary; and to learn it as squirrels learn the
trees--by playing and working in them. They learned the simple
beginnings of the world's great trades, led by natural interest and
desire, gathering by imitation and asked instruction.
I saw nowhere the enforced task; everywhere the eager attention of real
interest.
"Are they never taught to apply themselves? To concentrate?" I asked.
And for answer she showed me the absorbed, breathless concentration of
fresh young minds and busy hands.
"But they soon tire of these things and want to do something else, do
they not?"
"Of course. That is natural to childhood. And there is always something
else for them to do."
"But they are only doing what they like to do--that is no preparation
for a life work surely."
"We find it an excellent preparation for life work. You see, we all work
at what we like now. That is one reason we do so much better work."
I had talked on this line before with those who explained the workings
of industrial socialism.
"Still, as a matter of education," I urged, "is it not necessary for a
child to learn to compel himself to work?"
"Oh, no," they told me; and, to say truth, convincingly showed me.
"Children like to work. If any one does not, we know he is sick."
And as I saw more and more of the child-gardens, and sat silently
watching for well-spent hours, I found how true this was.
The children had around them the carefully planned stimuli of a
genuinely educational environment. The work of the world was there, in
words of one syllable, as it were; and among wise, courteous, pleasant
people, themselves actually doing something, yet always ready to give
information when asked.
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