became superintendent of the Boston
schools. "There is a heartiness in it, too, that grips a man."

"There is always the jolliest good-fellowship in the Schoolman's Club,"
exclaimed a grammar school principal. "It's always 'Roberts' and 'Lyon'
and 'Dyer' there. They're as good as the rest, no better. We all go
there to work, and to work hard for the schools."

On such a spirit is the school system of Cincinnati founded. From its
point of vantage, set upon its high hill of ministry to child needs, it
flashes like a searchlight through the storm of nineteenth century
pedagogical obscurity. The optimist sings a new, glad song; the
pessimist is confounded; the searcher after educational truth uncovers
reverently before this masterpiece of educational organization, this
practical demonstration of the wonders that may be accomplished where
head and heart work together through the schools, for the children.

Such is the triumph, but whose the glory?

"It is not mine," protests Mr. Dyer, "I did only my part." "Nor mine,"
"Nor mine," echo his assistants. Truly, wisely, bravely spoken. The
glory is not to Mr. Dyer, nor to any other one man or woman--the glory
is to Mr. Dyer and the men and women who worked with him for the
Cincinnati schools.

"My predecessor was an able organizer," explained Mr. Dyer. "He left
things in splendid condition, and we took up his work. There were five
things which marked great epochs in the upbuilding of the Cincinnati
schools:

"First, we established the merit system for the appointment of teachers.

"Second, we improved the school buildings and equipment.

"Third, we organized special courses for children who were not able to
profit by the regular work.

"Fourth, by putting applied work in the grades we gave the children a
chance to use their hands as well as their heads.

"Fifth, we enlarged the school system by adding buildings and courses
until there was a place in the schools for every boy and girl, man and
woman in Cincinnati who wanted an education.

"That was the sum total of our work. It was a long and difficult task."
Mr. Dyer's tall form straightened a trifle. His earnest, determined face
relaxed. From under his bushy eyebrows flashed a gleam of triumph--the
triumph of a strong, purposeful, successful man. "But when it was all
over," he concluded, "and when the things for which we had striven were
accomplished we knew that they were worth while."

When Mr. Dyer left his posi