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    Jingo Fever
    Jingo Fever
    Jingo Fever
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    Jingo Fever

    By Stephanie Golightly Lowden

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    This middle-grade historical novel is set in 1918 during World War I in a small town in northern Wisconsin. The story deals with anti-ethnic sentiment against German American families during a time of war abroad and patriotic fervor on the home front.

    Young Adelle Klein is a German-American girl who has come from Milwaukee with her mother to live for the summer of 1918 with Uncle Mike in Ashland, a small town in northern Wisconsin on the shores of Lake Superior.

    Adelle struggles to cope with the local patriotism in support of American troops abroad . . . but spilling over into a hatred of all things of German origin.

    As she seeks friendships with local youngsters her age, she wonders how to deal with the public intolerance to all things German, which escalates with the approach of the July 4th celebration. In the meantime, she and her mother worry about Adelle’s brother, Karl, a young German-American serving with the U.S. troops in France.

    The summer’s events will teach Adelle about the importance of standing up for what’s right.

    Jingo Fever offers “. . . rich material for deep classroom discussions . . . Addy struggles with universal adolescent dilemmas against a backdrop of bullying, racism and intolerance that unfortunately continues to plague our children today. With engaging characters and a compelling story, students will enjoy this accessible novel.” – Debra Ahrens, Elementary School Teacher

    Author Stephanie Golightly Lowden is the author of several previous children’s books, including Time of the Eagle, a middle-grade chapter book about two Ojibwe children on a winter trek. She lives in Madison, Wisconsin.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCrickhollow Books
    Release dateMar 7, 2017
    ISBN9781933987200
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      Jingo Fever - Stephanie Golightly Lowden

      Chapter One

      W hy don’t you go back to Germany where you came from!

      Yeah! Go on home, Kraut.

      The boys’ shouts followed Adelle as she raced toward her uncle’s house on the shores of Lake Superior. She wished she could just scream at them: I’m not from Germany, I’m from Milwaukee!

      But of course she didn’t have the nerve. Why did she and her mother have to come to this awful town anyway?

      Suddenly, the heel of her high button shoe caught in a rut. Adelle’s dress and petticoat went flying up as she tumbled to the ground. Ugh. Mother’s groceries flew in all directions. The spring thaw had turned the streets of Ashland to mud. As least she had long stockings on.

      The hooting laughter of the boys came closer. Tears sprang to her eyes and she wished she could just disappear into the ground.

      Adelle scrambled to pick up the cans of food and fresh fruit, now bruised. A can of beans rolled out of her reach.

      Quite a mess you made there, Kraut Klein, one of the boys teased. Hey, Howie, you like the sound of that—Kraut Klein?

      That’s perfect, the other boy answered. Wanna’ play kick the can? He sent the canned beans spinning across the street.

      Adelle crawled through the mud, frantically grabbing the remaining groceries and stuffing them back into the sack. She stood up, eyed the can that had rolled away and started walking toward it. But the boy named Howie was faster than she. Just as she bent over to pick up the can, he kicked it out of reach once again. Mortified, Adelle straightened and ran.

      When she neared her uncle’s house—a cabin really, by Milwaukee’s standards—she slowed her pace. Even though there was a chill in the air, sweat trickled down her forehead. Adelle took a deep breath. She didn’t want Mother to know those boys were picking on her because she was German. There was no telling what embarrassing thing Mother might do in response; she was so proud of her German heritage, she didn’t seem to realize that it was 1918, and the United States had been at war with the Kaiser for almost a year.

      Adelle admonished herself for even thinking such a thing. Mother was more concerned about the outcome of this war than anyone. Adelle’s brother, Karl, had volunteered for the U.S. army against her wishes and was now somewhere in France with his division. For a brief moment Adelle imagined Karl being shot at, being hit, blood dripping down his forehead. She winced. These horrible images came to her more frequently now, since his letters had stopped coming.

      Adelle took a deep breath and shook off her fear. The faint scents of cedar and pine were smothered by the odor of fish. Yuck. The whole town smelled of it, but Uncle Mike’s house was right on Lake Superior, so the fish smell was even stronger here, especially now in the first months of summer. For some reason it bothered her more this year than before.

      You’re finally home, her mother said as Adelle entered the small cabin. What took…? Mother looked at Adelle’s mud-spattered dress. What in the world?

      I…fell down. Adelle avoided her mother’s eyes.

      "Look at me, Mädchen." Her mother drew out the German word for girl in a way that meant trouble. Adelaide, tell me the truth.

      Adelle had never been successful lying to her mother.

      I was running. That much was true.

      Running? On these muddy roads? Whatever for?

      Adelle kept silent. She couldn’t lie, but she didn’t want to tell the whole truth either.

      Ad-e-laide…I want the truth. When her mother used her full name, instead of Adelle or Addy, she knew she couldn’t avoid the true explanation any longer.

      Some stupid boys. They were calling me names.

      Her mother turned quickly and began putting the groceries away with purpose. Because you’re German. Her words sounded like a quick slap.

      I guess. She didn’t want Mother to start in again on how she must stand up for her German roots. It seemed everybody hated them since they’d come to Ashland, and Mother wasn’t helping the situation. These days, with the Great War on, some people thought anyone from Milwaukee was an enemy spy. Her Uncle Mike said it was because there were so many Germans living in Milwaukee and a lot of them had only been in this country a short time.

      Her mother was still mad. "They’re just uninformed, foolish boys. Dummkopfs. Ignore them."

      Adelle wished Mother wouldn’t use those German words, but she wasn’t about to tell her so. Instead, she joined her at the cupboard, helping to put things away. Do you really think this is the war to end all wars?

      That’s what President Wilson hopes. Her mother sighed. That’s what we all hope. She looked at Adelle, gray eyes sad.

      She’s thinking of Karl. Mother almost never spoke about him, but Adelle knew he was on her mind all the time. It seemed like Mother had aged since the war began. Karl’s last letter had arrived in March, but it was June now so they didn’t know where he was. All he’d said was that his division was heading toward the Front. The Front. The word had an ominous tone, like some huge wave that would swallow them all.

      Mother had been dead set against Karl going off to fight her homeland, but Adelle’s father said that she shouldn’t look at it that way. He was fighting the Kaiser—and wasn’t that why their parents had left Germany not so long ago? To get away from the Kaiser’s unfair laws?

      Mother agreed, but she was still against the war. She didn’t say much outside the family, though. A law had just been passed that said you couldn’t talk against the war. Daddy said the whole country had jingo fever.

      When Adelle had asked what that meant, he replied, "It’s when people get overly patriotic. They do everything to prove their loyalty to America – including mean, unfair, things. They become suspicious of people they think are not like them. Right now, German-Americans are suspect simply because they or their relatives came from Germany at some time in the past

      He shook his head. It’s ridiculous.

      Remembering the conversation made her miss Father all the more. He always had time for her questions and explained things so clearly. Mother didn’t want to talk about the war, or, it seemed, anything else these days.

      War, war, war…and the different ways people reacted to it. It was all so confusing for Adelle. But she knew one thing: she was afraid for Karl. The image of him being shot returned.

      She squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to think of something pleasant. Anything.

      Ice cream. That would taste good right now. She was still warm from running.

      How’s Uncle Mike? she asked, eager to change the subject.

      About the same.

      I still don’t see why he can’t just move to Milwaukee, and we could all stay together there.

      Now, Adelle, we’ve been all through that. This is Mike’s home. He’d be miserable in a big city.

      Well, I’m miserable here, Adelle burst out.

      Mother looked stung. "Don’t you use that tone with

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