lad entered. " Mother," he said, " I have enlisted; I am going to the war." She only turned and rejoined: " Well, my boy, never let me hear that they shot you in the back."
That woman was the mother of John Fritz; the boy, his youngest brother. If his mother never had occasion to use this Spartan encouragement to her eldest son, we know that her training of him had been on the same lines, and we also know that never did any of the Fritz children, boys or girls, ever turn their backs on any duty, any hardship, any danger. But, side by side, with this stern teaching there acted upon them the gentle, though not less powerful, influence of the father, the German farmer, whose very glance, though never hand or voice was raised against his children, was more feared by them than the mother's, we may be sure, always unmistakable corrections. This man, George Fritz, John Fritz's father, was one of Nature's noblemen; a born mechanical genius, a clear thinker, with a gentle heart and keen sense of humor, all of which quaUties he handed down to his son.
The humble home built by these people was the university of John Fritz. His post-graduate course was taken in the battle of a long and varied life, covering, we may say, the entire period of modern development. In these two schools he acquired those qualities which characterized the parents and helped to create his own commanding personality. There he learned, and learned well, the great lessons of humanity and life. Let us rejoice that there were no universities and hardly any schools in reach of Chester County, Pennsylvania. If there had been, America would never have had a John Fritz. He would, no doubt, have become a great personahty, but one moulded in the common form, and of the usual type; he would have been one of several others. Now, he has been unique, alone in his class.