ied
on the hat. It fitted him, and when he came out he looked like this in
his new four-dollar hat. [Add the head of Mr. Brown, completing B.]
Everybody respected the college president and was polite to him.
After a while Mr. Brown's wife told him that his hat was getting just
a little bit shabby--perhaps just a little bit out of style, too. And
so the college president gave the hat away to a poor but respectable
preacher, Mr. Green, and this is the way Mr. Green looked in the hat.
[Draw C complete.] Mr. Green was not a 'D.D.,' by any means, but he
was a good man who was made to suit and fit a certain class of people
who could not have understood the big words of a 'D. D.' Well,
Mr. Green wore the hat for a while, and then he gave it to the janitor
of his church, a man named Mr. Blue. The janitor wore it for a while,
until it looked about like this: [Draw D, complete.] You will notice
that it was somewhat indented by this time, but it was all right for
Mr. Blue and he was glad to get it. There was a man in the town by the
name of Mr. White, who had a job cleaning the streets. He was a friend
of Mr. Blue, and the janitor gave him the hat. This is the way
Mr. White looked in it: [Draw the face under the hat, A; this
completes Fig. 101.] Mr. White had a little cart and a big shovel and
an old broom, and he worked all day sweeping up and carting off the
old paper, the stubs of cigars and everything else which, if allowed
to accumulate, would soon make the streets look disgraceful and the
town unhealthful.

[Illustration: Fig. 101]

"And so, we see, this poor old hat had done good service for four
different kinds of men. Remember this--that every man who wore the hat
was a useful man in his place. Each one was a necessary man. We must
have him. Especially is this true of the man who kept the streets
clean, for he, just like the man who collects and takes away the
garbage, helps to keep away the scourge of typhoid fever, and cholera
and other dread diseases, by being willing to do the dirty work and to
wear the old hat. Why, just suppose everybody was a college
president. Who would wash our clothes? Who would scrub our floors? Who
would clean our streets? Who would cart away our garbage?

"Now, don't you see that the street cleaner and the 'garbage
gentleman' are far more useful than any wealthy man's son who doesn't
do a lick of work, who rides around in an automobile at his father's
expense and who spends his time at ni