英日対訳・マイリー・サイラス「Miles to Go」


<総集編>サッチモMy Life in New Orleans 第3章

.chapter 3 (pp33-51) 


NEW ORLEANS CELEBRATES the period from Christmas through the New Year jubilantly, with torch light processions and firing off Roman candles. In those days we used to shoot off guns and pistols or anything loud so as to make as much noise as possible. Guns, of course, were not allowed officially, and we had to keep an eye on the police to see that we were not pulled in for toting one. That is precisely what happened to me, and as a matter of fact that is what taught me how to play the trumpet.  



we used to shoot off guns and pistols 

私達は長身の銃や拳銃をよくぶっ放した(used to shoot) 

that is what taught me how to play the trumpet 

それが私にトランペットの吹き方を教えたことだ(what / how to) 


I had found that .38 pistol in the bottom of Mayann's old cedar trunk. Naturally she did not know that I had taken it with me that night when I went out to sing. 



I had found that .38 pistol in the bottom of Mayann's old cedar trunk 

私はその.38スペシャル弾の銃をメイアンの古い翌檜の木で作ったトランクの底にあるのを事前に見つけていた(had found) 


First I must explain how our quartet used to do its hustling so as to attract an audience. We began by walking down Rampart Street between Perdido and Gravier. The lead singer and the tenor walked together in front followed by the baritone and the bass. Singing at random we wandered through the streets until some one called to us to sing a few songs. Afterwards we would pass our hats and at the end of the night we would divvy up. Most of the time we would draw down a nice little taste. Then I would make a bee line for home and dump my share into mama's lap.  



followed by the baritone and the bass 

バリトンとバスがあとから付いてきて(followed by) 


Little Mack, our lead singer, later became one of the best drummers in New Orleans. Big Nose Sidney was the bass. Redhead Happy Bolton was the baritone. Happy was also a drummer and the greatest showman of them all, as all the old-timers will tell you. As for me, I was the tenor. I used to put my hand behind my ear, and move my mouth from side to side, and some beautiful tones would appear. Being young, I had a high voice and it stayed that way until I got out of the orphanage into which I was about to be thrown.  



Being young, I had a high voice 

若かったので私の声は高かった(Being young) 


As usual we were walking down Rampart Street, just singing and minding our own business, when all of a sudden a guy on the opposite side of the street pulled out a little old six-shooter pistol and fired it off. Dy-Dy-Dy-Dy-Dy-Dy.  

"Go get him, Dipper,” my gang said. 

Without hesitating I pulled out my stepfather's revolver from my bosom and raised my arm into the air and let her go. Mine was a better gun than the kid's and the six shots made more  

noise. The kid was frightened and cut out and was out of sight 

like a jack rabbit. We all laughed about it and started down the street again, singing as we walked along.  





just singing and minding our own business 

ひたすら歌って自分達の仕事に集中しながら(singing and minding 


Further down on Rampart Street I reloaded my gun and started to shoot again up into the air, to the great thrill of my companions. I had just finished firing my last blank cartridge when a couple of strong arms came from behind me. It was cold enough that night, but I broke out into a sweat that was even colder. My companions cut out and left me, and I turned around to see a tall white detective who had been watching me fire my gun. Oh boy! I started crying and making all kinds of excuses. 



I turned around to see a tall white detective who had been watching me fire my gun 

僕は振り返ると、僕が銃を発泡するのをずっと見ていた背の高い白人の刑事を見た。(to see / who had been watching) 


"Please, mister, don't arrest me. . . I won't do it no more. . . Please. . . Let me go back to mama. . . I won't do it no more."  

It was no use. The man did not let me go. I was taken to the Juvenile Court, and then locked up in a cell where, sick and disheartened, I slept on a hard bed until the next morning. 




I was frightened when I woke. What were they going to do to me? Where were they going to send me? I had no idea what a Waifs' Home was. How long would I have to stay there? How serious was it to fire off a pistol in the street? Oh, I had a million minds, and I could not pacify any of them. I was scared, more scared than I was the day Jack Johnson knocked out Jim Jeffries. That day I was going to get my supply of papers from Charlie, who employed a good many colored boys like myself. On Canal Street I saw a crowd of colored boys running like mad toward me.  



How serious was it to fire off a pistol in the street? 

通りで拳銃を発砲することはどれほど重大なことなのか?(it to fire) 


I asked one of them what had happened. "You better get started, black boy," he said breathlessly as he started to pull me along. "Jack Johnson has just knocked out Jim Jeffries. The white boys are sore about it and they're going to take it out on us."  

He did not have to do any urging. I lit out and passed the other boys in a flash. I was a fast runner, and when the other boys reached our neighborhood I was at home looking calmly out of the window. The next day the excitement had blown over.  




You bettter get started 君は出発したほうがいい([had] better get) 


But to return to the cell in which they had kept me all night for celebrating with my stepfather's old .38 revolver, the door was opened about ten o'clock by a man carrying a bunch of keys.  

"Louis Armstrong?" he asked.  

"Yes, sir."  

"This way. You are going out to the Colored Waifs' Home for Boys."  

When I went out in the yard a wagon like the Black Maria at the House of Detention was waiting with two fine horses to pull it. A door with a little bitty grilled window was slammed behind me and away I went, along with several other youngsters who had been arrested for doing the same thing I had done. 








the cell in which they had kept me all night 

彼らが一晩私を閉じ込めた独房(in which / they had) 

for doing the same thing I had done 

私がしたことと同じことをしたという理由で(thing I had done) 


The Waifs' Home was an old building which had apparently formerly been used for another purpose. It was located in the country opposite a great big dairy farm where hundreds of cows, bulls, calves and a few horses were standing. Some were eating, and some prancing around like they wanted to tell somebody, anybody, how good they felt. The average square would automatically say those animals were all loco, to be running like that, but for me they wanted to express themselves as being very happy, gay, and contented.  



The average square would automatically say those animals were all loco, to be running like that 

人並みの野暮な人なら何も考えずこの動物たちはこんなふうに走り回るなんて頭がおかしいと言うかもしれない(would say / to be running) 


When I got out of the wagon with the other boys the first thing I noticed was several large trees standing before the building. A very lovely odor was swinging across my nostrils.  

"What flowers are those that smell so good?" I asked. 

"Honeysuckles," was the answer.  

I fell in love with them, and I'm ready to get a whiff of them any time.  






several large trees standing before the building 



The inmates were having their lunch. We walked down a long corridor leading to the mess hall where a long line of boys was seated eating white beans with out rice out of tin plates. They gave me the rooky greeting saying, "Welcome, newcomer. Welcome to your new home." I was too depressed to answer. When I sat down at the end of the table I saw a plate full of beans being passed in my direction. In times that I didn't have a care in the world I would have annihilated those beans. But this time I only pushed them away. I did the same thing for several days. The keepers, Mr. and Mrs. Jones and Mr. Alexander and Mr. Peter Davis, saw me refuse these meals, but they did not say anything about it. On the fourth day I was so hungry I was first at the table. Mr. Jones and his colleagues gave me a big laugh. I replied with a sheepish grin. I did not share their sense of humor; it did not blend with mine.  



I saw a plate full of beans being passed in my drection 

私は豆でいっぱいの皿が私の方へ回さられてくるのを見た(saw a plate being passed) 

I would have annihilated those beans 

私はこれらの豆を平らげていただろう(would have annihilated) 


The keepers were all colored. Mr. Jones, a young man who had recently served in the cavalry, drilled us every morning in the court in front of the Waifs' Home, and we were taught the manual of arms with wooden guns.  

Mr. Alexander taught the boys how to do carpentry, how to garden and how to build camp fires. Mr. Peter Davis taught music and gave vocational training. Each boy had the right to choose the vocation which interested him.  




Quite naturally I would make a bee line to Mr. Davis and his music. Music has been in my blood from the day I was born. Unluckily at first I did not get on very well with Mr. Davis because he did not like the neighborhood I came from. He thought that only the toughest kids came from Liberty and Perdido Streets. They were full of honky-tonks, toughs and fancy women. Furthermore, the Fisk School had a bad reputation. Mr. Davis thought that since I had been raised in such bad company I must also be worthless. From the start he gave me a very hard way to go, and I kept my distance. One day I broke an unimportant rule, and he gave me fifteen hard lashes on the hand. After that I was really scared of him for a long time.  



Our life was regulated by bugle calls. A kid blew a bugle for us to get up, to go to bed and to come to meals. The last call was the favorite with us all. Whether they were cutting trees a mile away or building a fire under the great kettle in the yard to scald our dirty clothes, the boys would hot foot it back to the Home when they heard the mess call. I envied the bugler because he had more chances to use his instrument than anyone else.  



he had more chances to use his instrument than anyone else 

彼は他の誰よりも楽器を使う機会があった(more than anyone else) 


When the orchestra practiced with Mr. Davis, who was a good teacher, I listened very carefully, but I did not dare go near the band though I wanted to in the worst way. I was afraid Mr. Davis would bawl me out or give me a few more lashes. He made me feel he hated the ground I walked on, so I would sit in a corner and listen, enjoying myself immensely.  



Mr. Davis, who was a good teacher 

デイビス先生というとても良い指導者( , who) 

enjoying myself immensely一人大いに楽しみながら(enjoying) 


The little brass band was very good, and Mr. Davis made the boys play a little of every kind of music. I had never tried to play the cornet, but while listening to the band every day I remembered Joe Oliver, Bolden and Bunk Johnson. And I had an awful urge to learn the cornet. But Mr. Davis hated me. Furthermore I did not know how long they were going to keep me at the Home. The judge had condemned me for an in definite period which meant that I would have to stay there until he set me free or until some important white person vouched for me and for my mother and father. That was my only chance of getting out of the Waifs' Home fast. So I had plenty of time to listen to the band and wish I could learn to play the cornet.  



The judge had condemned me for an in definite period which meant that I would have to stay there until he set me free 


(had condemned / which / would have to stay) 


Finally, through Mr. Jones, I got a chance to sing in the school. My first teacher was Miss Spriggins. Then I was sent to Mrs. Vigne, who taught the higher grades.  



As the days rolled by, Mr. Davis commenced to lighten up on his hatred of me. Occasionally I would catch his eye meeting with mine. I would turn away, but he would catch them again and give me a slight smile of approval which would make me feel good in side. From then on whenever Mr. Davis spoke to me or smiled I was happy. Gee, what a feeling that com ing from him! I was beginning to adapt myself to the place, and since I had to stay there for a long time I thought I might as well adjust myself. I did.  



Six months went by. We were having supper of black molasses and a big hunk of bread which after all that time seemed just as good as a home cooked chicken dinner. Just as we were about to get up from the table Mr. Davis slowly came over and stopped by me.  

"Louis Armstrong," he said, "how would you like to join our brass band?' '  

I was so speechless and so surprised I just could not answer him right away. To make sure that I had understood him he repeated his question,  

"Louis Armstrong, I asked if you would like to join our brass band." 

"I certainly would, Mr. Davis. I certainly would,” I stammered.  








I was so speechless I just could not answer him right away 


(so [that] I could not) 


He patted me on the back and said: "Wash up and come to rehearsal," While I was washing I could not think of anything but of my good luck in finally getting a chance to play the cornet. I got soap in my eyes but didn't pay any attention to it. I thought of what the gang would say when they saw me pass through the neighborhood blowing a cornet, I already pictured myself playing with all the power and endurance of a Bunk, Joe or Bolden. When I was washed I rushed to the rehearsal. 



I could not think of anything but of my good luck 

私は自分の幸運のことしか考えられなくなった(not but) 


"Here I am, Mr. Davis."  

To my surprise he handed me a tambourine, the little thing you tap with your fingers like a miniature drum. So that was the end of my beautiful dream! But I did not say a word. Taking the tambourine, I started to whip it in rhythm with the band. Mr. Davis was so impressed he immediately changed me to the drums. He must have sensed that I had the beat he was looking for.  




Taking the tambourine, I started to whip it in rhythm with the band 



They were playing At the Animals' Ball, a tune that was very popular in those days and which had a break right in the channel. When the break came I made it a real good one and a fly one at that. All the boys yelled "Hooray for Louis Armstrong." Mr. Davis nodded with approval which was all I needed. His approval was all important for any boy who wanted a musical career.  



a tune that was very popular in those days  



"You are very good, Louis," he said. "But I need an alto player. How about trying your luck?"  

"Anything you like, Mr. Davis,”  I answered with all the confidence in the world.  

He handed me an alto. I had been singing for a number of years and my instinct told me that an alto takes a part in a band same as a baritone or tenor in a quartet. I played my part on the alto very well.  





I had been singing for a years and my instinct told me 


(had been / told) 


As soon as the rehearsal was over, the bugle blew for bed. All the boys fell into line and were drilled up to the dormitory by the band. In the dormitory we could talk until nine o'clock when the lights were turned out and everybody had to be quiet and go to sleep. 

Nevertheless we used to whisper in low voices taking care we did not attract the attention of the keepers who slept downstairs near Mr. and Mrs. Jones. Somebody would catch a licking if we talked too loud and brought one of the keepers upstairs.  



In the morning when the bugle blew I Can't Get 'Em Up we jumped out of bed and dressed as quickly as possible because our time was limited. They knew just how long it should take, they'd been in the business so long. If any one was late he had to have a good ex cuse or he would have to hold out his hand for a lashing.  



It was useless to try to run away from the Waifs' Home. Anyone who did was caught in less than a week's time. One night while we were asleep a boy tied about half a dozen sheets together. He greased his body so that he could slip through the wooden bars around the dormitory. He let himself down to the ground and disappeared. None of us understood how he had succeeded in doing it, and we were scared to death that we would be whipped for having helped him. On the contrary, nothing happened. All the keepers said after his disappearance was: 

"He'll be back soon." 




He greased his body so that he could slip through the wooden bars 

彼は木製格子の間を滑り抜けられるように体に油を塗った(so that) 


They were right. He was caught and brought back in less than a week. He was all nasty and dirty from sleeping under old houses and wherever else he could and eating what little he could scrounge. The police had caught him and turned him over to the Juvenile Court.  

Not a word was said to him during the first day he was back. We all wondered what they were going to do to him, and we thought that perhaps they were going to give him a break. When the day was over the bugle boy sounded taps, and we all went up to the dormitory. The keepers waited until we were all undressed and ready to put on our pajamas. 




He was all nasty from sleeping under old houses and eating what little he could scrounge 

彼は廃屋で寝たり漁れるものは何でも食い漁り見窄らしかった(sleeping and eating) 


At that moment Mr. Jones shouted:  

"Hold it, boys."  

Then he looked at the kid who had run away.  

"I want everyone to put on their pajamas except that young man. He ran away, and he has to pay for it." 






he looked at the kid who had run away 

彼は脱走した少年を見た(who had run) 


We all cried, but it was useless. Mr. Jones called the four strongest boys in the dormitory to help him. He made two of them hold the culprit's legs and the other two his arms in such a way that he could only move his buttocks. To these writhing naked buttocks Mr. Jones gave one hundred and five lashes. All of the boys hollered, but the more we hollered the harder he hit. It was a terrible thing to watch the poor kid suffer. He could not sit down for over two weeks.  

I saw several fools try to run away, but after what happened to that first boy I declined the idea.  




the more we hollered the harder he hit. 

私達が叫べば叫ぶほど彼は更に強く打った(the more the harder) 


One day we were out on the railroad tracks picking up worn-out ties which the railroad company gave to the Waifs' Home for fire wood. Two boys were needed to carry each tie. In our bunch was a boy of about eighteen from a little Louisiana town called Houma. You could tell he was a real country boy by the way he murdered the King's English. We called him Houma after his home town.  



we were out on the railroad tracks picking up worn-out ties 



We were on our way back to the Home, which was about a mile down the road. Among us was a boy about eighteen or nineteen years old named Willie Davis and he was the fastest runner in the place. Any kid who thought he could outrun Willie Davis was crazy. But the country boy did not know what a good runner Davis was.  



a boy about eighteen or nineteen years old named Willie Davis 



About a half mile from the Home we heard one of the ties drop. Before we realized what had happened we saw Houma sprinting down the road, but he was headed in the wrong direction. When he was about a hundred yards away Mr. Alexander saw him and called Willie Davis.  

"Go get him, Willie."  




Before we realized what had happened we saw Houma sprinting down the road 


(what had happen / saw Houma sprinting) 


Willie was after Houma like a streak of lightning while we all stood open-mouthed, wondering if Willie would be able to catch up. Houma speeded up a little when he saw that Willie was after him, but he was no match for the champ and Willie soon caught him.  

Here is the pay-off.  




wondering if Willie would be able to catch up 


(wondering if Willie would) 


When Willie slapped his hand on Houma's shoulder and stopped him, Willie said: "Come on kid. You gotta go back."  

"What's the matter?" Houma said. "Ah wasn't gwine no whars."  

After the five hundred lashes Houma did not try to run away again. Finally some important white folks for whom Houma's parents worked sent for the kid and had him shipped back home with an honorable discharge. We got a good laugh out of that one. "Ah wasn't gwine no whars."  






some important white folks for whom Houma's parents worked 

フーマの両親が勤めていたある白人の大物達(for whom) 


As time went on I commenced being the most popular boy in the Home. Seeing how much Mr. Davis liked me and the amount of time he gave me, the boys began to warm up to me and take me into their confidence.  



Seeing how much Mr. Davis liked me and the amount of time he gave me, 



One day the young bugler's mother and father, who had gotten his release, came to take him home. The minute he left Mr. Davis gave me his place. I took up the bugle at once and began to shine it up. The other bugler had never shined the instrument and the brass was dirty and green. The kids gave me a big hand when they saw the gleaming bright instrument instead of the old filthy green one.  



the young bugler's mother and father, who had gotten his release, came to take him home. 

その年端もゆかぬラッパ手のこの両親は、彼の釈放の知らせを受けていて、彼を連れて家に帰るために来た( , who had gotten) 


I felt real proud of my position as bugler. I would stand very erect as I would put the bugle nonchalantly to my lips and blow real mellow tones. The whole place seemed to change. Satisfied with my tone Mr. Davis gave me a cornet and taught me how to play Home, Sweet Home. Then I was in seventh heaven. Unless I was dreaming, my ambition had been realized.  



Satisfied with my tone Mr. Davis gave me a cornet 



Every day I practiced faithfully on the lesson Mr. Davis gave me. I became so good on the cornet that one day Mr. Davis said to me:  

"Louis, I am going to make you leader of the band." 

I jumped straight into the air, with Mr. Davis watching me, and ran to the mess room to tell the boys the good news. They were all rejoiced with me. Now at last I was not only a musician but a band leader! Now I would get a chance to go out in the streets and see Mayann and the gang that hung around Liberty and Perdido Streets. The band often got a chance to play at a private picnic or join one of the frequent parades through the streets of New Orleans covering all parts of the city, Uptown, Back o' Town, Front o' Town, Downtown. The band was even sent to play in the West End and Spanish Fort, our popular summer resorts, and also at Milenburg and Little Woods.  





I became so good on the cornet that one day Mr. Davis said to me 

私はコルネットがとても上手になったのでデイビス先生が私に言った(so that) 


The band's uniform consisted of long white pants turned up to look like knickers, black easy-walkers, or sneakers as they are now called, thin blue gabardine coats, black stockings and caps with black and white bands which looked very good on the young musicians. To stand out as the leader of the band I wore cream colored pants, brown stockings, brown easy-walkers and a cream colored cap.  




white pants turned up to look like knickers 

ニッカポッカのように見えるようまくりあげたズボン(pants turned up to look) 


In those days some of the social clubs paraded all day long. When the big bands consisting of old-timers complained about such a tiresome job, the club members called on us.  

"Those boys," they said, "will march all day long and won't squawk one bit."  

They were right. We were so glad to get a chance to walk in the street that we did not care how long we paraded or how far. The day we were engaged by the Merry-Go-Round Social Club we walked all the way to Carrolton, a distance of about twenty-five miles. Playing like mad, we loved every foot of the trip.  





Playing like mad, we loved every foot of the trip 



The first day we paraded through my old neigh borhood everybody was gathered on the sidewalks to see us pass. All the whores, pimps, gamblers, thieves and beggars were waiting for the band because they knew that Dipper, Mayann's son, would be in it. But they had never dreamed that I would be playing the cornet, blowing it as good as I did. They ran to wake up mama, who was sleeping after a night job, so she could see me go by. Then they asked Mr. Davis if they could give me some money. He nodded his head with approval, not thinking that the money would amount to very much. But he did not know that sporting crowd. Those sports gave me so much that I had to borrow the hats of several other boys to hold it all. I took in enough to buy new uniforms and new instru ments for everybody who played in the band.  

The instruments we had been using were old and badly battered.  



they had never dreamed that I would be playing the cornet, blowing it as good as I did 


(had never dreamed I would be / blowing) 


This increased my popularity at the Home, and Mr. Davis gave me permission to go into town by myself to visit Mayann. He and Mr. and Mrs. Jones probably felt that this was the best way to show their gratitude.  



permission to go into town by myself to visit Mayann 

メイアンを訪ねるために一人で街へ出る許可(to go / to visit) 


One day we went to play at a white folks' picnic at Spanish Fort near West End. There were picnics there every Sunday for which string orchestras were hired or occasionally a brass band. When all the bands were busy we used to be called on.  

On that day we decided to take a swim during the intermission since the cottage at which we were playing was on the edge of the water. We were swimming and having a lot of fun when Jimmy's bathing trunks fell off. While we were hurrying to fish them out of the water a white man took a shot gun off the rack on the porch. As Jimmy was struggling frantically to pull his trunks on again the white man aimed the shot gun at him and said:  

"You black sonofabitch, cover up that black ass of yours or I'll shoot."  

We were scared stiff, but the man and his party broke out laughing and it all turned out to be a huge joke. We were not much good the rest of that day, but we weren't so scared that we could not eat all the spaghetti and beer they gave us when they were through eating. It was good.  






the cottage at which we were playing 

僕達が演奏したコテージ(at which) 

we weren't so scared that we could not eat all the spaghetti 


(not so scared that we could not eat all) 


Among the funny incidents that happened at the Home I will never forget the stunt Red Sun pulled off. He had been sent to the Home for stealing. It was a mania with him; he would steal everything which was not nailed down. Before I ever saw the Home he had served two or three terms there. He would be released, and two or three months later he would be back again to serve another term for stealing.  

After serving six months while I was at the Home he was paroled by the judge. Three months passed, and he was still out on the streets. We took it for granted that Red Sun had gone straight at last and we practically forgot all about him.  




he would steal everything which was not nailed down 

彼は釘で打ち付けてないものは全て盗んだ(would / which) 


One day while Mr. Jones was drilling us in front of the Home we saw somebody coming down the road riding on a real beautiful horse. We all wondered who it could be. Mr. Jones stopped the drill and waited with us while we watched the horse and rider come towards us. To our amazement it was Red Sun. Above all he was riding bareback. We crowded around to tell how glad we were to see him looking so good and to admire his horse.  



We crowded around to tell how glad we were to see him looking so good and to admire his horse 

私達は周りに群がり、彼が立派な様子を見れることを嬉しく思うといい、そして馬を褒めた(crowded to tell and to admire / to see him looking so good) 


"Where did you get that fine looking horse, Red?" Mr. Jones asked.  

Red, who was very ugly, gave a very pleasant smile.  

"I have been working," he said. "I had such a good job that I was able to buy the horse. What do you think of him?"  

Mr. Jones thought he was pretty and so did all the rest of us. Red poked his chest way out.  

He spent the whole day with us, letting us all take turns riding his horse. Oh, we had a ball! Red stayed for supper, the same as I did in later years, and when I blew the bugle for taps he mounted his fine horse and bade us all good-bye.  

"Ah'll see you-all soon," he said and he rode away as good as the Lone Ranger. After he had left, Red was the topic of conversation until the lights went out. We all went to sleep, saying how great olf Red Sun had become.  








Red, who was very ugly, gave a very pleasant smile 

レッドはとても醜かったが、とても嬉しげな笑顔を浮かべた( , who) 


After dinner the next evening while we were looking out the windows we saw Mr. Alexander-he generally went to the Juvenile Court for delinquents -bring a new recruit into Mr. Jones' office. We wondered who it could be: it was Red Sun -bless my lamb -who had been arrested for stealing a horse.  



We wondered who it could be 

私達はそれが誰なのだろうと思った(who it could be) 


I saw plenty of miserable kids brought into the Home. One day a couple of small kids had been picked up in the streets of New Orleans covered with body lice and head lice. Out in the back yard there was an immense kettle which was used to boil up our dirty clothes. Those two kids were in such a filthy condition that we had to shave their heads and throw their clothes into the fire underneath the kettle.  



The Waifs' Home was surely a very clean place, and we did all the work ourselves. That's where I learned how to scrub floors, wash and iron, cook, make up beds, do a little of everything around the house. The first thing we did to a newcomer was to make him take a good shower, and his head and body were carefully examined to see that he did not bring any vermin into the Home. Every day we had to line up for inspection.  



make him take a good shower 

彼にしっかりシャワーをさせる(make him take) 


Anyone whose clothes were not in proper condition was pulled out of line and made to fix them himself. Once a week we were given a physic, when we lined up in the morning, and very few of the boys were sick. The place was more like a health center or a boarding school than a boys' jail. We played all kinds of sports, and we turned out some mighty fine baseball players, swimmers and musicians. All in all I am proud of the days I spent at the Colored Waifs' Home for Boys.