{"1": {"fulltext": "I HE TEAGHER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S HELPER,\\nVol. VI. NOVEMBER, 1899. No. 4.\\no School 0\\nand Intermediate\\nGrades\\nPrimary\\nH i i vSvXrr *)SfeS2S\u00c2\u00a3J\\nTh\u00c2\u00ab Teacher\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Helper is published monthly in Chicago by A. FLA.NAGAN\\nEntered at Chicago Post Office as second class matter.", "height": "3826", "width": "2372", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "S* TEACHER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S HELPER\\nIs the result of a wish on the part of the publishers to issue in\\ncheap form Guides or Helps to Teachers on given subjects, and also\\nexcellent Supplementary Reading, at a low price.\\nTHE NUMBERS AS ISSUED ARE:\\nNo.\\nI.\\nAug.,\\n1894. Cook\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Nature Myths and Stories.\\n(4\\nII.\\nSept.,\\nEnsign\u00e2\u0080\u0099s U. S. History Outlines.\\n4 4\\nIII.\\nOct.\\nBurton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Outlines of English Grammar.\\n4\\nIV.\\nNov.,\\nOut of Print.\\nw\\nu\\nVI.\\nJan.,\\n1895. Nameless Stories, Supplementary Reading.\\n44\\nVII.\\nFeb.,\\nStudy of Hiawatha, Teacher s Edition.\\n3 1\\nu\\nVIII.\\nMarch,\\nNorse Gods and Heroes.\\nmJ\\nu\\nIX.\\nApril,\\nCastle\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Entertainments No. 1.\\n4\\nX.\\nMay,\\nIntroductory Guide to Nature Study.\\n4 4\\nXI.\\nJune,\\nWalks and Talks, by William Hawley Smith.\\n44\\nXII.\\nJ uly,\\nHelper in School Entertainments.\\nNo.\\nI.\\nAug.,\\n1895. Fables and Fact Stories.\\n44\\nII.\\nSept.,\\nCat Tails and Other Tales.\\n4 4\\nIII.\\nOct.,\\nThree Little Lovers of Nature.\\nrs\\n4 4\\nTV.\\nNov.,\\nCastle s Entertainments No. 2.\\nLU\\n44\\nV.\\nDec.,\\nLegends of the Red Man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Forest.\\n44\\nVI.\\nJan.,\\n1896. Victor in Buzzland, Natural History.\\n1\\n44\\nVII.\\nFeb.,\\nTaylor\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Literary Work in the Schoolroom.\\nj\\n44\\nVIII.\\nMarch,\\nStories from American History, Ellis.\\no\\n44\\nIX.\\nApril,\\nPritchard\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Choice Dialogues.\\n44\\nX.\\nMay,\\nNature and History Stories.\\nXI.\\nJune,\\nWays, Methods and Devices of 1.000 Prominent Teachers.\\nEpochs in American History, Ellis.\\nL\\nXII.\\nJuly,\\nNo.\\nI.\\nAug.,\\n1896. Scientific Temperance Manual.\\n44\\nII.\\nSept.,\\nLeading American Industries.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Minerals.\\nLewis\u00e2\u0080\u0099 History Outlines.\\n4\\nIII.\\nOct.,\\n44\\nIV.\\nNov.,\\nOur Gold Mine.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Sequel to Black Beauty.\\nflj\\nw\\nV.\\nDec.,\\nStrike at Shanes.\\nVI.\\nJan.,\\n1897. History of My Friends, or Home Life with Animals.\\nVII.\\nFeb.,\\nLives of the Presidents.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Ellis.\\nJ\\n44\\nVIII.\\nMarch,\\nSelect Stories.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Bass.\\no\\n44\\nIX.\\nApril,\\nOur Friends, the Birds.\\n44\\nX.\\nMay,\\nThe Pied Piper and Other Stories enlarged.\\n4 4\\nXI.\\nJune,\\nTalks about Common Things.\u00e2\u0080\u0094McLeod.\\n44\\nXII.\\nJuly,\\nJVallbank\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Outlines and Exercises in English Grammar.\\nrNo.\\nI.\\nAug..\\n1897. Eberhart\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Elements of Entomology.\\n41\\nII.\\nSept.\\nGraded Instructions in Drawing.\\n14\\nIII.\\nOct.,\\nFables and Tales.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Rocheleau.\\n41\\nIV.\\nNov.,\\nHelps in Teaching Little Ones.\\nu\\nl\u00c2\u00ab\\nV.\\nDec.,\\nChristmas Gems.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Recitations for Christmas.\\n4 4\\nVI.\\nJan.,\\n1898. Leading American Industries.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Products of the Soil.\\n44\\nVII.\\nFeb.,\\nEarly History Stories.\\n3\\n44\\nVIII.\\nMarch,\\nBlocks With Which We Build. Supplementary Reading.\\nO\\n44\\nIX.\\nApril,\\nPritchard\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Choice Dialogues.\\n44\\nX.\\nMay,\\nAunt Martha\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Corner Cupboard\\n44\\nXI.\\nJune,\\nBlack Beauty.\\nA Term s Work on Longfellow.\\n44\\nX\\nXII.\\nJuly,\\nrNo.\\nI.\\nAug.,\\n1898. Outlines and Topics of English History.\\n4 4\\nII.\\nSept.,\\nCortez, Montezuma and Mexico. By Bess Mitchell.\\n44\\nIII.\\nOct.,\\nOutlines for Advanced Grades in U. S. History.\\nin\\n44\\nIV.\\nNov.\\nThe Story of Lafayette.\\nQi\\n44\\nV.\\nDec.,\\nThe Evangeline Book.\\nS.\\n41\\nVI.\\nJan.,\\n1899. Natural Method of Number Teaching.\\n3\\n4 1\\nVH.\\nFeb.,\\nManual of Nature Study.\\n3\\n44\\nVIII.\\nMarch,\\nDramatized Themes.\\no\\n44\\nIX.\\nApril,\\nThe Story of Longfellow.\\n44\\nX.\\nMay,\\nA Term\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Work on Whittier.\\n44\\nXI.\\nJune,\\nEvangeline Study.\\n44\\nXII.\\nJuly,\\nTalks about Authors.\\nVOLUME 6.\\nNo.\\nI.\\nAug.,\\nSept.\\n1899. Geographical Spice.\\n\\\\4\\nII.\\nNew Century Songs.\\n14\\nIII.\\nOct.\\nThe Harvest Rune.\\n44\\nIV.\\nNov.\\nCastle s Entertainments No. 3.\\nSubscription Price, $2.00 per Volume. Any number 25c.\\nA. PLAINAGAIN, Publisher,\\n267 Wabash Ave., Ghicago.", "height": "3716", "width": "2202", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S\\nSchool Entertainments, No. 3\\nCOMPRISING\\nRECITATIONS, DIALOGUES, CONCERT\\nRECITATIONS, DRILLS,\\nCHARADES, ETC.\\n5\\nMUCH OF WHICH WAS WRITTEN EXCLUSIVELY\\nFOR THIS WORK\\nBY\\nH. D\\nCASTLE\\nCHICAGO;\\nA. FLANAGAN, Publisher.", "height": "3716", "width": "2202", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES RECEIVED.\\nt/brary of Centre**.\\nOffice o f the\\nNOV 2 9 T\u00c2\u00bbpq\\nRegister of Copyrights,\\n51526\\nCopyright, 1899,\\nBY\\nA. FLANAGAN.", "height": "3602", "width": "2253", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nRECITATIONS AND EXERCISES FOR PRIMARY\\nGRADES.\\nPage\\nA Careless Mother.Harriet Davenport Castle 37\\nA Circus Every Day.Edmund Vance Cooke 28\\nA Necklace of Love. 34\\nA Puzzle .Emma C. Dowd 35\\nA Question of Pedigree.Harper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Round Table 54\\nAn Unnatural Mother.Cora A. Lewis 14\\nA Winter Nap.H. D. Castle 30\\nA Would-be Patriot. 34\\nBobby\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Trouble.Harper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Round Table 31\\nButterfly Bows.Mildred Howells 15\\nChristmas Pie.Harriet D. Castle 36\\nDolly\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Lesson 31\\nFour Friends 47\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFritz\u00e2\u0080\u009d.Rebecca Palfrey Utter 22\\nGrandpa\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Glasses 43\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHandle with Care\u00e2\u0080\u009d.Judith L. C. Garnett 21\\n^He Doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t Look Like Me.Harriet D. Castle 51\\nIf! If! 16\\nIf I Was My Mamma.Harriet D. Castle 55\\nIf I Was My Papa.Harriet D. Castle 19\\nIf They Could!.Emma C. Dowd 15\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIn a Minute\u00e2\u0080\u009d.L. E. Chittenden 52\\nInterviewing Speckle.Harriet D. Castle 12\\nJink\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Choice for President_Charles Abingdon Phillips 50\\nJohnnie\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Refuge 41\\nLetting the New Year In.H. D. Castle 43\\nLittle Flo\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Letter. 9\\nMickey McGee.Sidney Dayre 54\\nNaughty Claude......James Whitcomb Riley 53\\nOld Uncle Joe..Emma C. Dowd 23\\nOn the Shelf...\\nOut of Their Element.Harriet D. Castle 48\\n.P riscilla.Harper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Round Table 17\\nPrying Mary.Katharine Pyle 39", "height": "3602", "width": "2253", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "2\\nCONTENTS.\\nRiding Home.\\nSmall Hands.\\nSo Handy!.\\nSomething Unusual.\\nSo Puzzled.\\nStewed Quaker.\\nTaking a Picture of Kitty.\\nThe Attraction of Levitation..\\nThe Fire.\\nThe Merriest Time.\\nThe Message of the New Year.\\nThe New Star.\\nThe Old Sinner.\\nThe Pit\\nThe Race.\\nThe Sad Story of the Mouse\\nThe Seamstress.\\nThe Wind in the Chimney.\\nTrying to Be Good.\\nUp-and-Doing.\\nWhat Am I?.\\nWhen Teddy Smith.\\nWhy Baby Looks Up.\\nYoung Patriots.\\nPage\\n..Lida C. Tulloch 45\\n.Sidney Dayre 35\\n.Eudora Stone Bumstead 44\\n..Emma Endicott Marean 27\\n.Harriet D. Castle 18\\n_Margaret E. Sangster 8\\n..Little Men and Women 23\\n.H. G. Paine 11\\n.Laura E. Richards 26\\n.M. E. S. 42\\n41\\n.H. D. Castle 24\\n41\\n.Harriet D. Castle 51\\nThomas Holmes 52\\n.Katharine Pyle 25\\n.Harriot Sterling 38\\n.Mary E. Binyon 38\\n.Arthur J. Burdick 12\\n.Frank Wolcott Hutt 29\\n7\\n...Catherine Young Glen 19\\nRev. Pollock Hutchinson 49\\n.Sidney Dayre 33\\nPRIMARY CLASS RECITATIONS.\\nInfantry Volunteers.\\nJust Like Our Papas Do\\nMamma\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Little Mice....\\nSow! Sew! So!.\\nSpringtime.\\n.Harriet D. Castle 58\\n.H. D. Castle 56\\n.Mary E. Stone 58\\n.Eva Lovett 60\\nHarriet D. Castle 62\\nEASTER JINGLES.\\nA Baby Chain..Youth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Companion\\nBaby Quartette\\nBreakfast of the Flowers.Harriet D. Castle\\nDoing Their Best.Albert F. Caldwell\\nExpelled\\nFive Little Boys.\\nGoing for the Doctor.....Silver Star No. 7\\nGood Night.H. D. Castle\\nMother Earth to Her Children.\\nOpinions.Marion Beatty\\nThe Popcorn Ball.Harriet D. Castle\\n67\\n76\\n66\\n75\\n69\\n74\\n68\\n73\\n64\\n72\\n63", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nRECITATIONS AND EXERCISES FOR INTERMEDIATE\\nGRADES.\\nFage\\nA Charm That Avails.Ethel Maude Colson 103\\nA Dairy in the Meadow. 128\\nA Glorious Fourth....Joe Lincoln 123\\nAn Arbor-Day Thought.E. H. T. 90\\nA Message to Boys.Robert J. Burdette 80\\nA Strike in the Kitchen.Harriet D. Castle lol\\nCaptain Nathan Hale.Sarah Piatt 124\\nConceit Puck 88\\nCowslip Gold.Harriet D. Castle 107\\nDe Sherman Frow.Dr. W. A. Woodward 97\\nEaster in the Woods.Helen T. Eliot 109\\nFor Memorial Day.Florence Josephine Boyce 131\\nJes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 \u00e2\u0080\u0099Fore Christmas.Eugene Field 111\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nJohn Paul Jones, Hero.Arthur J. Burdick 94\\nMay Be So.Ruth McEnery Stuart 119\\nMy Ma, She Knows.Birch Arnold 116\\nPlaymates.E. H. Thomas 133\\nQuarter to Nine.Elizabeth Rosser 106\\nSanta at the Klondike.H. D. C. 121\\nTake a Present to Yourself.Sam Walter Foss 82\\nThe Beginning.Persis Gardiner 86\\nThe Clothes Make the Man.Nixon Waterman 96\\nThe Doodle Bird.Chicago Record 114\\nThe First Tangle. 105\\nThe Fundamental Rule.William G. Kemper 130\\nThe Land of Chance. 100\\nThe Merchant\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Choice.1.Rufus Clark Landon 115\\nThe Sleeping of the Wind.Charles B. Going 127\\nThe Song of the Wheat.Emma Playter Seabury 132\\nThe Sun and the Wind.Robert S. Talcott 92\\nThe Town of Nogood.Wm. E. Penny 87\\nThe Watering Trough.Sarah K. Bolton 118\\nThey Say.Ella Wheeler Wilcox 126\\nThings to See.Wm. J. Long 98\\nThree Worthy Words.Philip Burroughs Strong 91\\nTry Again.C. A. S. Dwight 110\\nWe Are Twelve.Harriet D. Castle 78\\nWhen Hard Times Called at Our House.Harriet D.\\nCastle 89\\nWhen Mother Feeds the Chickens.Will L. Davis 84\\nWhen We Are Men.Harriet D. Castle 113\\nWho Knows?.Golden Days 104", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nRECITATIONS AND EXERCISES FOR HIGHER GRADE.\\nPage\\nContented .Emma Eggleson 167\\nIkey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Stratagem (Farce).Harriet D. Castle 189\\nMiss Perkins, from Maine.Emma Eggleson 177\\nSuggestions for Arranging Silhouettes. 187\\nTen Little Mice Went to Market.Harriet D. Castle 184\\nThe Ambulance.John Carleton Sherman 173\\nThe Man with the Hoe.Edward Markham 182\\nThe Miller of Normandy.C. A. Keife 174\\nThe Mother of an Angel.Theodosia Pickering 180\\nThe Star in the West.Harriet D. Castle 169\\nThe Wisdom of Fools.Rev. J. H. Bomberger 171\\nRECITATIONS AND TABLEAUX, SONGS AND PANTO\u00c2\u00ac\\nMIMES, ETC.\\nA Lesson in Astronomy.Youth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Companion\\nA Selfish Little Boy.Harriet D. Castle\\nA World-Reformer.Sam W T alter Foss\\nColumbia\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Baking Day.Harriet D. Castle\\nOn Quantuck Pond (Dialogue).\\nEvolution of the Christmas Stocking. .Harriet D. Castle\\nHaving His Fortune Told (Tableau).\\nRiddle Afternoon\\nThe Ups and Downs of Early Life (Tableau)\\n134\\n161\\n136\\n139\\n147\\n142\\n166\\n166\\n166", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "Castle\u00e2\u0080\u0099s School Entertainments, No. 3\\nRecitations and Exercises for Primary Grades.\\nWHAT AM I\\nD AKNUM once had a funny freak,\\nAnd many wise men came\\nTo argufy and classify\\nAnd give it proper name.\\nAnd so the argument profound\\nWaxed hot, and hotter yet,\\nTill (questionable settlement)\\nThey called it, What Is It?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI have so many names I fear\\nSome showman, shrewd and sly,\\nWill come along and capture me,\\nAnd call me, What am I?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m mamma\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dove,\u00e2\u0080\u009d and then her deer,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd then her pussie\u00e2\u0080\u009d wee;\\nAnd, when I dust the chairs, real nice.\\nHer little busy bee.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "8\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nAnd, when I sing for papa,\\nA little \u00e2\u0080\u009cbird\u00e2\u0080\u009d am I:\\nAnd, when I have my red dress on,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHis little butterfly.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut Brother Tom s the worst one:\\nHe calls me, \u00e2\u0080\u009clittle kid;\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd, when I eat the apples up,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA greedy little pig.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen when I went to cross the brook\\nAnd slipped, and tumbled flat,\\nHe helped me out and laughed to see\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe little drown-ded rat.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe says Pm \u00e2\u0080\u009ccrosser than a bear,\\nA reg\u00e2\u0080\u0099lar little calf.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe says, \u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, you\u00e2\u0080\u0099re a daisy!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOh! I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t tell you half.\\nSometimes I am a \u00e2\u0080\u009clittle duck;\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSometimes a \u00e2\u0080\u009cprecious lamb;\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSometimes, you will not wonder much,\\nI wonder what I am.\\nSTEWED QUAKER.\\nBY MARGARET E. SANGSTER.\\nDON\u00e2\u0080\u0099T like to be very ill\u00e2\u0080\u0094just ill enough to make\\nher,\\n(My grandmamma) say softly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cChild, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll fix you some\\nstewed Quaker.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n9\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sweet and thick and very nice, and has molasses\\nin it,\\nAnd lots of vinegar and spice; you want it every\\nminute.\\nAnd being medicine, of course, you sip and say it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ndandy.\\nJust only think! it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s medicine, and tastes like taffy\\ncandy!\\nNow castor-oil and squills, and stuff that wrinkles up\\nyour forehead,\\nAnd puckers up your mouth, and gags and burns,\\nare simply horrid.\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mind being ill at all, if darling grandma\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll\\nmake her\\nNice dose she used to make for pa when he was\\nyoung\u00e2\u0080\u0094stewed Quaker.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Round Table.\\nLITTLE FLO\u00e2\u0080\u0099S LETTER.\\nA SWEET, little baby brother\\nHad come to live with Flo,\\nAnd she wanted it brought to the table\\nThat it might eat and grow\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt must wait for a while,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said grandma,\\nIn answer to her plea,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFor a little thing that hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t teeth\\nCan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t eat like you and me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "10\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it got teeth, grandma?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAsked Flo, in great surprise;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, my! but ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t that funny?\\nNo teeth, hut nose and eyes?\\nI guess\u00e2\u0080\u009d (after thinking gravely),\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThey must have been fordot.\\nCan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t we buy him some like grandpa\u00e2\u0080\u0099s,\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099d like to know why not?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThat afternoon to the corner\\nWith .paper, pen and ink\\nWent Flo, saying, \u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t talk to me.\\nIf you do, it\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll stop my think!\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m writing a letter, grandma,\\nTo send away to-night;\\nAnd \u00e2\u0080\u0099cause it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s very \u00e2\u0080\u0099portant\\nI want to get it right.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt last the letter was finished,\\nA wonderful thing to see\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd directed to \u00e2\u0080\u009cGod in Heaven.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPlease read it over to me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSaid Little Flo to her grandma,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTo see if it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s right, you know.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd here is the letter written\\nTo God from little Flo:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDear God, the baby you brought us\\nIs awful nice and sweet.\\nBut \u00e2\u0080\u0099cause you forgot his tofies,\\nThe poor, little thing can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t eat;", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nil\\nThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s why I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m writing this letter\\nA purpose to let you know,\\nPlease come and finish the baby,\\nThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s all. From Little Flo.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nTHE ATTRACTION OF LEVITATION.\\nBY H. G. PAINE.\\ni i H dear!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said little Johnny Frost,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSleds are such different things!\\nWhen down the hill you swiftly coast\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099d think that they had wings;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut when uphill you slowly climb,\\nAnd have to drag your sled,\\nIt feels so heavy that you\u00e2\u0080\u0099d think\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Twas really made of lead.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd all because an Englishman,\\nSir Isaac Newton named,\\nInvented gravitation, and\\nBecame unduly famed;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhile if he had reversed his law,\\nSo folks uphill could coast.\\nIt seems to me he would have had\\nA better claim to boast.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "12\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThen coasting would all pleasure be;\\nTo slide up would be slick!\\nAnd dragging sleds downhill would be\\nAn awful easy trick!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Round Table.\\nTRYING TO BE GOOD.\\nA LITTLE Bunnie Longears was resting in the\\nwood,\\nA-thinking and a-studying the best way to be good.\\nSaid he: \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s very plain to me that such a length\\nof ear\\nWas given me to indicate that I should try to hear.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n1 He lifted up his left ear, and lifted up his right,\\n2 And he listened, and he listened with all his little\\nmight;\\nAnd the first thing that this Bunnie heard it\\nchanced to be a sound.\\n3 So, whisk! away he scampered to his burrow in the\\nground. \u00e2\u0080\u0094Arthur J. Burdick.\\n1 Pull top of left ear up, then top of right.\\n2 Hand back of ear, as if listening.\\n3 Run off platform.\\nINTERVIEWING SPECKLE.\\ni C UT-cut-cut-ka-dar-cut!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHear old speckletop.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCut-cut-cut-ka-dar-cut!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen you going to stop?", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCut-cut-cut-ka-dar-cut!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSay, old yellow legs,\\nWon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you please to tell me\\nWhere you lay your eggs?\\nJust a week from Sunday\\nWill be Easter day.\\nAnd Fm very anxious\\nAll the hens should lay.\\nDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t I like to find eggs\\nAnd hide them safe away!\\nFve an even dozen\\nHidden in the hay.\\nMost provoking chicken\\nEver was, I think.\\nI can \u00e2\u0080\u0099most imagine\\nThat I see her wink;\\nAsking, with head sideways,\\n[Stand on one foot and hold head sideways.]\\nStanding on one leg,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you wish Fd tell you\\nWhere I put my egg?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWait \u00e2\u0080\u0099till I find something [Look about.]\\nNice and soft to fling. [Pick up apple.]\\nHere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a rotten apple:\\nShoo! you mean old thing.\\n[Fling apple.]\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nAN UNNATURAL MOTHER.\\nC HE looked as sweet a mamma\\nAs one could wish to see;\\nI often thought \u00e2\u0080\u009cHow happy\\nThat child of hers should be.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe oft caressed it fondly,\\nTwas robed with tender care\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nShe fed and taught it kindly,\\nAnd brushed its golden hair.\\nWherever duty called her,\\nThe \u00e2\u0080\u009cprecious child\u00e2\u0080\u009d must go;\\nTwas warmly wrapped and carried\\nThro\u00e2\u0080\u0099 rain, or shine, or snow,\\nBut oh! a dreadful story\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nToo true\u00e2\u0080\u0094I tell you now\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nShe tired of her dear baby\\nAnd fed it to the cow.\\nAnd when I, sad, reproachful.\\nDeplored her fickle mind,\\nThe answer which she gave me\\nWas anything but kind\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhile hound her lips there hovered\\nA little scornful curl:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou certenney is stressded\\nBout that old punkin girl.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Cora A. Lewis.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nIF THEY COULD!\\nT F potatoes could see with all of their eyes,\\nA And if corn could hear with its ears,\\nThey\u00e2\u0080\u0099d grow in one season so wondrously wise\\nThey\u00e2\u0080\u0099d never he eaten, my dears!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Emma C. Dowd.\\nBUTTERFLY BOWS.\\nBY MILDRED HOWELLS.\\nNCE a little girl existed\\nWho was fond of pomps and shows,\\nAnd upon her braids insisted\\nTying two great scarlet hows.\\nThough her father couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t bear them.\\nAnd her gentle mother said\\nThat she wished her child should wear them\\nTied with modest hows instead.\\nBut their wishes she made light of,\\nAnd her gaudy ribbons grew\\nBigger every day, in spite of\\nAll her friends could say or do.\\nTill this child, all counsel spurning,\\nFound with horror and surprise\\nThat her hows were slowly turning\\nInto monstrous butterflies.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "16 CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nFirst they gently swayed and fluttered,\\nThen with spreading wings thev flew.\\nEre one sad farewell was uttered.\\nStraight into the welkin blue.\\nSo she vanished; still her mother\\nHopes those wandering hows will bring\\nBack her daughter, when the other\\nButterflies return with Spring.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Round Table.\\nIF! IF!\\nTF every boy and every girl,\\nArising with the sun.\\nShould plan this day to do alone.\\nThe good deeds to be done;\\nShould scatter smiles and kindly words,\\nStrong, helpful hands should lend;\\nAnd to each other\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wants and cries\\nAttentive ears should lend;\\nIf every man and woman, too,\\nShould join these workers small.\\nOh, what a flood of happiness\\nUpon our earth would fall!\\nHow many homes would sunny be\\nWhich now are filled with care!\\nAnd joyous, smiling faces, too,\\nWould greet us everywhere.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n17\\nI do believe the very sun\\nWould shine more clear and bright.\\nAnd every little twinkling star\\nWould shed a softer light.\\nBut we, instead, must watch to see\\nIf other folks are true,\\nAnd thus neglect so much that God\\nIntends for us to do.\\n_ _PRISCILLA.\\nM\\nILES STANDISH was a fellow\\nWho understood quite well, oh,\\nIn fighting with the redskins how to plan, plan, plan.\\nBut I think him very silly\\nWhen he wished to woo Priscilla\\nTo send another man, man, man.\\nFor she said unto this other,\\nWhom she loved more than a brother,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you speak, John Alden, for yourself, self,\\nself?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSo of course John Alden tarried,\\nAnd the fair Priscilla married,\\nAnd they laid poor Captain Standish on the shelf,\\nshelf, shelf.\\n-Harper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Round Table.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "18\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nSO PUZZLED.\\nT EAR mamma I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m so puzzled\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know what to do.\\nHere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s t-o, to, t-o-o, too, and t-w-o, two\\nAnd how to spell them, when I write,\\nI cannot tell: can you?\\nIf you want to go to grandpa\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll spell it, t-o, to:\\nAnd if our baby Bess should want\\nTo go along with you\\nShe\u00e2\u0080\u0099d have a crying spell and say,\\nTake me t-o-o, too.\\nIf grandpa gave two apples\\nTo you and two to Bess,\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099d say, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI have two apples!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nT-w-o, two, I guess.\\nOh! I want to go to grandpa\u00e2\u0080\u0099s,\\nAnd Bessie may go, too,\\nAnd get those two big apples.\\nDear mamma, thanks to you,\\nThose little twos won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t bother me;\\nI know them through and through.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n19\\nIF I WAS MY PAP 4.\\nT F I was my papa and papa was me\\nFd be just as good to him as I could be.\\nFd say, \u00e2\u0080\u009cHello, Jimmie! run on and play ball;\\nYou needn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mind doing the chores up^ at all:\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOr, \u00e2\u0080\u009cGo wade in the brook, it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s so \u00e2\u0080\u0099freshing and cool:\\nLots more fun, for a boy, than going to school:\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOr, \u00e2\u0080\u009cTear around, Jimmie, and raise gen\u00e2\u0080\u0099ral rim;\\nJust give me a boy that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s brim full of vim.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut, as he isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t me and I am not him,\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099d better be getting that kindling wood in.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.\\nWHEN TEDDY SMITH.\\nY\\\\7 HEN Teddy Smith first put on pants,\\nHe felt so very grand\\nHe wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mind his mother,\\nOr he wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t hold her hand.\\nBut on the street he walked ahead,\\nAnd tried to whistle some.\\nHe thought perhaps he\u00e2\u0080\u0099d go to war.\\nAnd fire an awful gun.\\nHe wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t ride his hobby-horse,\\nHe called Jack Spratt \u00e2\u0080\u009ca fib!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe sat at meals in father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s chair,\\nAnd scorned his gingham bib.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "20\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nHis mother mustn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t spread his bread,\\nNor cut things on his plate;\\nShe mustn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say, \u00e2\u0080\u009cNo more, my dear!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nNo matter what he ate.\\nShe mustn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t kiss him when he fell\\nAnd bumped him on the stones,\\nAnd she must say, \u00e2\u0080\u009cDear sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d just as\\nShe did to Mr. Jones!\\nSo hard to please this gentleman\\nHis loving mother tried.\\nIt quite enlarged his dignity,\\nAnd swelled his lofty pride.\\nAnd all was brave, and all was well,\\nUntil that mother said,\\nAt eight o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock, \u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course, dear sir,\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll go alone to bed!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAh, would you have me say what then\\nBefell the great big man?\\nFor if you undertake to guess\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI hardly think you can!\\nHe turned the corners of his mouth\\nMost fearfully awry,\\nHe rubbed his grown-up fist awhile\\nAcross his grown-up eye,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n21\\nThen burying in his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lap\\nBoth pride and manly joy,\\nHe said in just the littlest voice,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI guess Fm just a boy!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094-Catherine Young Glen, Youth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Companion.\\n4 \u00e2\u0080\u0098HANDLE WITH CARE.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nT OOK out, little woman!\\nLook out, little man!\\nDo be as careful\\nAs ever you can.\\nFor each of you carries\\nA treasure too rare\\nTo risk any trifling;\\nSo \u00e2\u0080\u009cHandle with care!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nYour soul is the treasure,\\nAnd day after day\\nYou make it as black\\nOr as white as you may;\\nSo mind what comes nigh\\nAnd heed where you go\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nYour soul is eternal\\nFor weal or for woe.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Judith L. C. Garnett.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "22\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFRITZ.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nT T AS anybody seen my \u00e2\u0080\u009cFritz?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA You may not think him pretty,\\nBut he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the dog that I love best\\nIn country or in city.\\nHis hair\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a sort of grizzly gray,\\nAnd not so very curly;\\nBut he can run like everything,\\nAnd bark both late and early.\\nSometimes he minds me very well;\\nAnd sometimes when I call\\nHe only sits and wags his tail\\nAnd does not stir at all.\\nBut the reason why he acts that way\\nIs very plain to see;\\nFritz doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know that he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s my dog\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHe thinks that he owns me.\\nSo, though he has a heap of sense,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Twould be just like him, now.\\nTo think that I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m the one that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lost,\\nAnd with a great bow-wow\\nTo go off hunting for his boy\\nThrough alley, lane and street,\\nWhile I am asking for my dog\\nOf everyone I meet.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Rebecca Palfrey Utter, in St. Nicholas.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n23\\nOLD UNCLE JOE.\\nV\\\\7 E were laden with flowers, Star and I,\\nV For the soldiers\u00e2\u0080\u0099 graves, Memorial Day,\\nWhen we passed Uncle Joe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s small cottage by,\\nUncle Joe on the door-step wrinkled and gray.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShall I carry him these?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Star whispered low,\\nAnd ere I could answer away she ..flew,\\nAnd the black, withered hands of old Uncle Joe\\nHeld the choicest blooms that my garden knew.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou should keep them all for the soldiers, Star/\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nI said, in reproof, as the child came back;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut he was a soldier, too, Mamma,\\nAnd he is so old and lame and black!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut those were to put on the graves, you see;\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe drooped for a moment her golden head,\\nThen her eyes grew bright: \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt seems to me\\nHe will like them as well as if he were dead.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Emma C. Dowd.\\nTAKING A PICTURE OF KITTY.\\nT TOOK my kitty yesterday\\nTo have her picture made;\\nThey wanted me to hold her still\\nBecause she was afraid.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "24\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n(I never have my picture took,\\nBecause I always cry\\nWhen it begins to stare at me,\\nThat awful camera\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eye.)\\nMy kitty wiggled all about\\nAnd stood upon her head,\\nAnd I forgot the camera\\nUntil\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cAll done!\u00e2\u0080\u009d they said.\\nBut when the picture came it was\\nThe queerest thing\u00e2\u0080\u0094you see,\\nThe kitty didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t show at all\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe picture was of me!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Little Men and Women.\\nTHE NEW STAR.\\n[Boy with flag.]\\nH URRAH for the jolly stars and stripes!\\nWherever they may fly.\\nHurrah for the great United States!\\nHurrah for the Fourth of July!\\nI think this flag is the grandest flag\\nOf all that float; don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you?\\nWith its brave bright bars and shining stars\\nAnd it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s field of good, true blue.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n25\\nMy father says a brand new star\\nWill be on it pretty soon.\\nFd like to know where they\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll get it, though.\\nWill they buy it of the moon?\\nThey\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll get it out of the sky, no doubt;\\nThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s where the stars all grow.\\nThe United States can get them first rate,\\nWhenever she wants them, you know.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094H. D. Castle.\\nTHE SAD STORY OF THE MOUSE.\\nBY KATHARINE PYLE.\\nN1J winter, when mamma was ill,\\nArul scarce could move at all,\\nThere used to come a little mouse\\nFrom out the bedroom wall.\\nMamma would scatter crumbs for it;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Twas company, she said;\\nShe liked to see it run about\\nWhile she was there in bed.\\nAnd when mamma was well again,\\nThe mouse would still come out.\\nAnd nose around in search of food,\\nAnd scamper all about.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nAt last one day\u00e2\u0080\u0094oh dear! oh dear!\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA naughty boy was I;\\nI set a trap to catch that mouse;\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sure I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know why.\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099d hardly closed the cupboard door\\nBefore the thing went, Snap!\\nI was afraid to go and look\\nAt what was in the trap.\\nAt last I looked; the mouse was there!\\nI carried it away;\\nI never told a soul of it;\\nI could not play all day.\\nAnd after that mamma would say,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, where\u00e2\u0080\u0099s our little mouse?\\nIt must have found some other place\\nI think, about the house.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut, oh, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d give my bat and ball,\\nMy kite and jackknife too,\\nTo see that mouse run round again\\nThe way it used to do.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Round Table.\\nTHE FIRE.\\nRICKLETY, cracklety, I am the Fire!\\nCricklety, cracklety, cree!\\nFlickering, flackering, higher and higher,\\nWhat is so pleasant to see?", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n27\\nWinter winds may be piping drearily,\\nSnow in a blinding whirl,\\nCome to me and I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll warm you cheerily,\\nDear little boy and girl.\\nScarlet and gold my flames go leaping,\\nSparkles glitter and die;\\nCurling, swirling, quivering, creeping,\\nEver at work am I.\\nWood or coal, however you feed me,\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m your friend whenever you need me,\\nEoar away, soar away, higher and higher,\\nCricklety, cracklety, I am the Fire!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Laura E. Richards, in St. Nicholas.\\nSOMETHING UNUSUAL.\\nTJ E hunted through the library,\\nHe looked behind the door,\\nHe searched where baby keeps his toys\\nUpon the nursery floor;\\nHe searched for cook and Mary,\\nHe called mamma to look,\\nHe even started sister up\\nTo leave her Christmas book.\\nHe couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t find it anywhere,\\nAnd knew some horrid tramp\\nHad walked in through the open gate\\nAnd stolen it, the scamp!", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "2S\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nPerhaps the dog had taken it\\nAnd hidden it away:\\nOr else perhaps he\u00e2\u0080\u0099d chewed it up\\nAnd swallowed it in play.\\nAnd then mamma came down the stairs.\\nLooked through the closet door\\nAnd there it hung upon its peg,\\nAs it had hung before,\\nAnd Tommy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cheeks turned rosy red,\\nAstonished was his face.\\nHe couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t find his cap\u00e2\u0080\u0094because\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Twas in its proper place!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Emma Endicott Marean, in Youth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Companion.\\nA CIRCUS EVERY DAY.\\nH, what a circus a circus life must be.\\nParading every morning for admiring folks to\\nsee!\\nSpangles, bangles everywhere,\\nPrancing, dancing ponies there.\\nBands a-playing \u00e2\u0080\u009cBoom-ba-chink!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nFolks hurrahing\u00e2\u0080\u0094only think!\\nIf it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s such a lark to see it,\\nWhat fun it must be to be it!\\nOh, what a circus, to know that every day\\nYou can be a circus at the ladies\u00e2\u0080\u0099 matinee,.\\nHanging by your toes and knees\\nOn the flying, high trapeze.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nTurning somersaults and things,\\nHiding round the triple rings\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIf it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s such a treat to see it,\\nWhat fun it must be to be it!\\nOh, what a circus a circus life must be!\\nTo have another circus in the evening after tea,\\nThen to travel, oh, so far!\\nIn the \u00e2\u0080\u009csacred heifer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\u00e2\u0080\u009d car,\\nWhile the engine goes \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhoot-choo!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt the hop-toad kangaroo,\\nAnd the anthropoid grows frantic\\nAt the ring-tail\u00e2\u0080\u0099s newest antic.\\nOh, what a circus a circus life\u00e2\u0080\u0094but say!\\nIt might not seem a circus if we had it every day\\nEvery morning a procession,\\nEvery afternoon a session,\\nEvery night another show\\nAnd then have to travel so.\\nOh, it may be fun to see it,\\nBut think what a bore to be it!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Edmund Vance Cooke.\\nUP-AND-DOING.\\npv F course, you all have heard about\\nThe Up-and-Doing Land, I know,\\nGeographies have left it out,\\nBut \u00e2\u0080\u0099tis not very far to go", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "30\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nTo find its cities, old and new,\\nAnd all its happy people, too.\\nFor Up-and-Doing Land is true,\\nAnd not a fairy-land, at all;\\nAnd all have work enough to do\\nTo keep them busy, great and small,\\nThe Up-and-Doing people are\\nThe busy people, near and far.\\nThe children always find a way\\nTo keep the idle strangers out;\\nAnd, whether at their work or play,\\nThey\u00e2\u0080\u0099re bright and wide awake, no doubt.\\nTake warning, when you loiter down\\nThe streets of Up-and-Doing Town.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Frank Walcott Hutt.\\nA WINTER NAP.\\nI N their merry ramble,\\n1 Soft spring breezes look\\nFor the little pussies\\nThat frolic by the brook;\\nClimbing up the willows.\\nFunny, furry balls,\\nSwinging on the branches,\\nNever getting falls.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nPussy, pussy, pussy,\\nWake from your long doze!\\nJack Frost\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gone a journey,\\nHe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll not pinch your toes.\\nPussy, pussy, pussy,\\nLazy little things!\\nSleepy pussy willows,\\nWaken! It is spring.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094H. D. Castle.\\nBOBBY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TROUBLE.\\nT \u00e2\u0080\u0099M generally contenter\\nA Than any boy I know,\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m satisfied most always\\nWhate\u00e2\u0080\u0099er may come or go.\\nBut this time I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m dissatisfied,\\nA most peculiar biz!\\nThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s something that I want to do,\\nBut I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know what it is.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Round Table.\\nDOLLY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S LESSON.\\n[Little girl with doll and primer.]\\nOME here, you nigoramus!\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m \u00e2\u0080\u0099shamed to have to \u00e2\u0080\u0099fess\\nYou don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know any letter\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Cept just your cookie S,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "32\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nNow listen, and Fll tell you\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThis round hole\u00e2\u0080\u0099s name is 0,\\nAnd when you put a tail in\\nIt makes it Q, you know.\\nAnd if it has a front door\\nTo walk in at, it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s C.\\nThen make a seat right here\\nTo sit on, and it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s G.\\nAnd this tall letter, dolly,\\nIs I, and stands for me;\\nAnd when it puts a hat on,\\nIt makes a cup o\u00e2\u0080\u0099 T.\\nAnd curly I is J, dear,\\nAnd half of B is P.\\nAnd E without his slippers on\\nIs only F, you see!\\nYou turn A upside downwards,\\nAnd people call it Y;\\nAnd if it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s twins, like this one,\\nW \u00e2\u0080\u0099twill he.\\nNow, dolly, when you learn \u00e2\u0080\u0099em.\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll know a great-big heap\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMost much\u00e2\u0080\u0099s I\u00e2\u0080\u00940 dolly!\\nI b\u00e2\u0080\u0099lieve you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve gone asleep!", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nYOUNG PATRIOTS.\\n\\\\Y7HAT do you think Mother Robin found\\nUpon the ground\\nWhen she was joyously working away,\\nOne bright spring day,\\nBuilding a cozy summer nest\\nFor many a little downy guest?\\nStripes of red and stripes of white\\nIn the sunshine bright,\\nWith shining stars on a field of blue,\\nShe found; don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you\\nThink she was very wise, and more,\\nTo fly that flag beside her door?\\nAnd so, as you\u00e2\u0080\u0099d naturally think,\\nThe earliest blink\\nOut from under their mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wings\\nBy the cunning things\\nWas straight at those stripes and stars so fair,\\nBeaming on them as they nestled there.\\nBelieve it or not, as pleases you,\\nBut this is true;\\nWhen those young robins forsook their home,\\nAfield to roam,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Twas Fourth of July, and away they flew,\\nSinging \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Star Spangled Banner,\u00e2\u0080\u009d too!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Sidney Dayre.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "34\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nA NECKLACE OF LOVE.\\nNT 0 rubies of red for my lady\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNo jewel that glitters and charms,\\nBut the light of the skies in a little one\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes\\nAnd a necklace of two little arms.\\nOf two little arms that are clinging\\n(Oh, ne\u00e2\u0080\u0099er was a necklace like this!)\\nAnd the wealth o\u00e2\u0080\u0099 the world and love\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sweetness\\nimpearled\\nIn the joy of a little one\u00e2\u0080\u0099s kiss.\\nA necklace of love for my lady\\nThat was linked by the angels above.\\nNo other but this\u00e2\u0080\u0094and the tender, sweet kiss\\nThat sealeth a little one\u00e2\u0080\u0099s love.\\nA WOULD-BE PATRIOT.\\nI \u00e2\u0080\u0099D like to be a patriot,\\nI wonder if I can!\\nPapa says I am growing fast,\\nAnd soon will be a man.\\nI want to be a patriot.\\nLike General Washington;\\nBut now there is not any war.\\nAnd so I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be one.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS^\\nIf there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a war when I am old,\\nReal old, perhaps I might\\nStay home and be a patriot,\\nAnd send my sons to fight!\\nI rather think Fd like that kind\\nOf patriot to be;\\nFor battles are so dangerous,\\nI might get hurt, you see!\\nSMALL HANDS.\\nJ HAT do you help to plant, my sweet?\\nA place for the cooing doves to meet.\\nAnd you? My hands have helped to raise\\nA shade for the lambs on summer days.\\nWhat do you plant? A sheltered rest\\nFor twittering birds to build a nest.\\nOh what, little one, do you plant to-day?\\nA leafy harp for the wind to play.\\nHearts full of love, and hands which try\\nTo brighten the w r orld for by and by.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Sydney Dayre.\\nA PUZZLE.\\nJ T IS keen delight to play a joke\\nOn Tom, or Grace, or Lloyd;\\nBut when they play their jokes on me\\nFm never overjoyed!", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "36\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nIt puzzles me\u00e2\u0080\u0094a joke\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a joke.\\nAnd yet the victim hates it;\\nThe only one who sees the fun\\nIs he who perpetrates it.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Emma C. Dowd, in Youth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Companion.\\nCHRISTMAS PIE,\\nUI ITTLE Jack-Horner\\nSat in a corner,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nCrying for Christmas pie.\\nBoo-hoo! for a plum\\nTo pull with his thumb:\\nOh, such a big boy to cry!\\nGood Grandma Horner\\nSpied, in the corner,\\nDear little Grandson Jack.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe should have some pie,\\nSo, dearie, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t cry.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nPatting him on the back.\\nGood Grandma Horner\\n(Mamma did warn her\\nPie didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t agree with Jack)\\nCut generous slice.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Twas gone, in a trice,\\nWith many a smile and smack.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n37\\nOn country and town\\nThe night settled down:\\nThe children dreamed of Saint Nic:\\nThe pendulum swung,\\nLike a tireless tongue,\\nWith loud whispered, \u00e2\u0080\u009cTick, tick, tick.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA sorrowful sound\\nBreaks the silence, profound:\\nStartled, they all awake.\\nAlas and alack!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Tis poor little Jack\\nWho screams with a bad stomachache.\\nJackie, bent double.\\nCries, in his trouble,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSend for the doctor! quick! quick!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrandma comes, too,\\nAnd says, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI just knew\\nThat turkey would make Jackie sick.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.\\nA CARELESS MOTHER.\\nC OUR little kittens, no stockings or mittens\\nTo cover their little pink toes!\\nIn Tabby\u00e2\u0080\u0099s soft fur they hide them and purr;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh dear, we\u00e2\u0080\u0099re most froze! no hose! no hose\\nTo cover our little pink toes!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow could wise mother cat be so careless as that?\\nTo dress us in jackets of fur,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "38\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nAnd leave our pink toes without any hose,\\nTwas careless in her\u00e2\u0080\u0094pu-ur, pu-ur\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTwas certainly careless in her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet Davenport Castle.\\nTHE SEAMSTRESS.\\n[Little girl in red chair.]\\nM\\nISS DOROTHY DOT, in her little red chair,\\nPut her thimble on with a matronly air,\\nAnd said: \u00e2\u0080\u009cFrom this piece of cloth, I guess,\\nFll make my baby brother a lovely dress.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe pulled her needle in and out,\\nAnd over and under and round about,\\nAnd through and through, till the snowy lawn\\nWas bunched and crumpled and gathered and drawn.\\nShe sewed and sewed to the end of her thread;\\nThen, holding her work to view, she said:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThis isn t a baby-dress, after all;\\nIt s a bonnet for my littlest doll!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriot Sterling, in St. Nicholas.\\nTHE WIND IN THE CHIMNEY.\\n6 YY H, the wind in the chimney,\\nI hate the wind in the chimney!\\nIt scolds and complains, and it never does tire,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSays Harry, who s crouching down close to the fire.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nAlas! Alas! What does the wind say?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009c0 Harry, you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve been a bad boy to-day!\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve cheated at school, and cheated at play,\\nAnd worried and fretted to have your own way,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSays the angry wind in the chimney.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, the wind in the chimney!\\nI love the wind in the chimney!\\nIt laughs and it whistles, it sings and it crows,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSays Johnny, who\u00e2\u0080\u0099s warming his fingers and toes.\\nHa, ha! Ha, ha! What does the wind say?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009c0 Johnny, you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve been a good boy to-day.\\nSo faithful in school, and honest in play,\\nAnd many a fellow you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve helped on the way!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSays the merry wind in the chimney.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Mary E. Binyon, in Youth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Companion.\\nPRYING 31 ARY.\\nBY KATHARINE PYLE.\\nr\\\\ H, curious, prying Mary,\\nWhy was it you would try\\nTo peep in every bundle.\\nIn every box to pry?\\nMamma had often warned her,\\nBut still she pried about,\\nAnd nothing could be hidden\\nBut Mary found it out.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "40\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nIt chanced mamma from shopping\\nBrought in some things one day.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPray do not touch them, Mary/ she said,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhile I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m away.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut scarce mamma had left her.\\nShe scarce had closed the door,\\nEre Mary stole on tiptoes\\nWith haste across the floor.\\nShe tears the paper open,\\nAnd stoops with eager eyes.\\nPuff! In her mouth and up her nose\\nThe biting pepper flies.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHatchew! hatchew!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she sneezes;\\nThe tears stream from her eyes.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWho would have thought the bundle\\nWas pepper!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mary cries.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHatchew! hatchew!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she sneezes,\\nThe tears drip from her chin.\\nAnd while she still is sneezing\\nMamma comes softly in.\\nShe lifts her hands in wonder.\\nAnd Mary hears her cry,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSome ill-luck always happens\\nTo children who will pry.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n41\\nTHE OLD SINNER.\\nL_J E was a hundred and a day.\\nA He slyly looked at me;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYeth, I have drunk and chewed and thmoked\\nThrough all my life,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said he.\\nHe was a hundred and a day.\\nAnd he was sturdy yet\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut, gentle reader, it was in\\nThe poorhouse that we met.\\nTHE MESSAGE OF THE NEW YEAR.\\nT ASKED the New Year for some motto sweet,\\nSome rule of life with which to guide my feet;\\nI asked, and paused; he answered, soft and low,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGod s will to know.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWill knowledge then suffice, New Year?\u00e2\u0080\u009d I cried;\\nAnd ere the question into silence died,\\nThe answer came\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cNay, remember, too,\\nGod s will to do.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOnce more I asked, \u00e2\u0080\u009cIs there no more to tell?\\nAnd once again the answer sweetly fell\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes! this one thing, all other things above,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGod s will to love.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJOHNNIE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S REFUGE.\\nTWO little feet trudging over the road\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nDaylight was fading away;\\nOne little face, very frightened and sad,\\nWatching the shadows at play;", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "42\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nTwo little eyes looking up to the skies,\\nOne little quivering chin;\\nTwo little lips parted innocently\\nOne little prayer to begin.\\nOne aged form coming over the road\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nDaylight was fading away;\\nOne kindly face where from morning till eve\\nFlitted the sunbeams at play.\\nTwo little eyes again raised to the skies;\\nCloudless the one little brow\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou need not take care of me longer, dear Lord\\nI can see grandfather now.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nTHE MERRIEST TIME.\\n[Little girl with parasol.]\\nTHE merriest time? Why, kite-time,\\nOr the time for playing ball;\\nOr maybe you like rolling hoop\\nThe very best of all.\\nBut, \u00e2\u0080\u009cHere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s my own opinion,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWith a little laugh, cries Moll.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe best is when I take a walk,\\nAnd carry my parasol.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhen muffs are packed in camphor,\\nAnd tippets put away,\\nWhen you needn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t always wear your cloak\\nIn the middle of the day.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, I declare, the merriest time,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWith a dimpling laugh, says Moll,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs when I go to take a walk,\\nAnd carry my parasol.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094M. E. S., Harper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Round Table.\\nGRANDPA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GLASSES.\\nl\\\\ Y grandpapa has to wear glasses,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Cause his eyesight is not very strong,\\nAnd he calls them his \u00e2\u0080\u009cspecs,\u00e2\u0080\u009d and he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s worn them\\nFor ever and ever so long.\\nAnd when he gets through with his reading\\nHe carefully puts them away,\\nAnd that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s why I have to help find them\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Bout twenty-five times in a day.\\nBut at night when we sit \u00e2\u0080\u0099round the table.\\nAnd papa and mamma are there,\\nHe reads just as long as he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s able,\\nAnd then falls asleep in his chair.\\nAnd he sits there and sleeps in his glasses,\\nAnd you don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know how funny it seems;\\nBut he says that he just has to wear them\\nTo see things well in his dreams.\\nLETTING THE NEW YEAR IN.\\nT N the clean and cozy kitchen\\nWas a merry, merry din;\\nThe children watched the Old Year out,\\nAnd watched the New Year in.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "44\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cl\u00e2\u0080\u0099l\\\\ give them all a scare,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Ned;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s just the easiest thing;\\nHI tiptoe \u00e2\u0080\u0099round to the front door\\nAnd give the hell a ring.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere fell a frightened silence,\\nBroken by little Nell;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you let the New Year in!\\nI heard him ring the bell.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen they rushed out and captured Ned,\\nEre he had time to go;\\nThey rolled him in the snowbank, and\\nThey washed his face with snow.\\nAnd, when they dragged him in again,\\nThe wondering baby said,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs that the New Year? Seems to me\\nThat he looks just like Ned.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094H. D. Castle.\\nSO HANDY!\\nLJ E uses it in work and play,\\nIn every time and place;\\nA whisk to brush the flies away,\\nA fan to cool his face;\\nA basket, all with flowers a-blow,\\nOr filled with apples red;\\nAnd when it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s out of use, you know.\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s handy on his head.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n45\\nIt makes a trap for butterflies\\nWhen summer days begin;\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s just the very shape and size\\nTo cuddle kitties in;\\nThere s not a finer fishing net\\nFor everything afloat,\\nAnd when a shingle s hard to get,\\nIt answers for a boat.\\nTo-day, when rang the dinner-bell,\\nHe left it in a tree;\\nA robin mother scanned it well\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA cozy house, chirped she.\\nBut even while the careful bird\\nConsidered this and that,\\nThe owner s cheerful shout was heard\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhere did I leave my hat?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Eudora Stone Bumstead, Youth s Companion.\\nPlace old straw hat, which he has been holding behind him,\\nhead and pass to seat.\\nRIDING HOME.\\n[Little Boy on a Cane.]\\ni i M Y feet s tired, said little Richard,\\nWhen walking out one day.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou ll have to carry me, papa,\\nAll the rest of the way.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, you re too big to be carried,\\nSaid papa. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhere s your pride?\\nIf you can t walk any farther,\\nJust take my cane and ride.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "46\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nSo the steed Dick mounted quickly\\nAnd galloped off with glee.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cRiding is easier\u00e2\u0080\u0099n walking,\\nTil soon get home,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said he.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Lida C. Tulloch, Youth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Companion.\\nON THE SHELF.\\nU PON the Nursery Mantel\\nSat little, fat Chin Lee;\\nAnd the Grief upon his Countenance\\nWas something Sad to see.\\nFor lo! the lovely Pitti-Sing\\nHad turned her face away,\\nNor given him a Single Smile\\nThrough all the Dreary Day.\\nWhat had he done to Vex Her?\\nHe tried in Vain to think,\\nUntil his Eyes grew Dim and Pale\\nHis Cheek so Round and Pink.\\nAt last, as Darkness Gathered,\\nHe fell into a Doze,\\nAnd when he Woke,\u00e2\u0080\u00940 joyous sight\\nThat on his Vision rose!\\nThe lovely Pitti-Sing had turned\\nHer Face to Him again.\\nAnd smiled upon Him as he gazed\\nWith all her Might and Main.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n47\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Twas not my Fault/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she murmured,\\nSo sweetly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cdear Chin Lee,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Twas little Rosy turned my Head\\nThis morning, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t You see?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd now she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Turned it Back (alas,\\nWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099re manufactured so!)\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll never Doubt me, Dear, again?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe meekly whispered, \u00e2\u0080\u009cNo.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe shadows in the Nursery fell,\\nThe candles glimmered Red,\\nAnd little Rosy had her Tea,\\nAnd nodding, went to Bed.\\nAnd on the Nursery Mantel\\nSat little, fat Chin Lee,\\nAnd the smile upon his Countenance\\nWas something Good to See.\\nBeside him lovely Pitti-Sing\\nSat smiling as Himself,\\nAnd all was Peace and Happiness\\nUpon the Mantel-shelf.\\nFOUR FRIENDS.\\nT^HE North Wind brings the snow,\\n1 The East Wind brings the shower.\\nThe South Wind makes the fruit-tree grow,\\nThe West Wind brings the flower.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "48\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nAnd which one is the best,\\nWhen I love all so well,\\nThe North or South, the East or West,\\nWould puzzle me to tell.\\nOUT OF THEIR ELEMENT.\\nIN a wide window nook, with a new picture book,\\nSat Hazel, a wee maid of four.\\nHer blue eyes were bright, with surprise and delight,\\nAs she fluttered the leaves o\u00e2\u0080\u0099er and o\u00e2\u0080\u0099er.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, mamma, see here! Oh! isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it queer?\\nHere are wee little girlies, like I,\\nWith nothing to wear \u00e2\u0080\u0099cepting wings; and see there!\\nThey are flying around in the sky.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThey are angels, dear child,\u00e2\u0080\u009d mamma said, with a\\nsmile;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThey live with Our Father, in Heaven,\\nBeyond the soft blue. To me and to you,\\nSome day the same home will be given.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLater on in the day, out with Johnnie at play,\\nShe looks up with wonder-wide eyes,\\nIn the hazy blue sky the wild birds float by:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, see all those angels!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she cries.\\nThen Johnnie laughed out, with a whoop and a shout,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, you are too funny for use!\\nThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a flock of wild geese,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Johnnie, the tease,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd you are a little tame goose.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS. 49\\nThen impatient she grew, just as older folks do,\\nWhen their beautiful dreams turn to dust.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThey\u00e2\u0080\u0099d better just tend to their swimmin\u00e2\u0080\u0099, I fink,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSaid the wee little maid, in disgust.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.\\nWHY BABY LOOKS UP.\\nOOKING for angels, Dorothy dear?\\nL Look for the angels hovering near;\\nThey will gaze with joy from the bright blue skies\\nTo look into Dorothy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s bright blue eyes;\\nAngels so fair and wise and white,\\nClothed in their beautiful robes of light,\\nShall watch over Dorothy night and day,\\nThat Dorothy never may wander astray.\\nLook for the angels, Dorothy love,\\nGaze on them, dearie, smiling above;\\nThey\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll beam on you, sweet, from the Far Away\\nAnd know what you think hut cannot say;\\nAnd they\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll make you beautiful, dearie\u00e2\u0080\u0094fair\\nAs the fairest of angel faces there;\\nAnd you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll join the throng some day and sing\\nIn the palace home of the Father King!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Rev. J. Pollock Hutchinson.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "CASTLE S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nJINK\u00e2\u0080\u0099S CHOICE FOR PRESIDENT.\\nBY CHARLES ABINGDON PHILLIPS.\\nHEY\u00e2\u0080\u0099VE just had lots of trouble\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Round our house this whole fall;\\nAnd every one was busy\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nDidn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t look at me at all;\\nKept a talkin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 about money,\\nOf a Pres\u00e2\u0080\u0099dent who should be\\nJust the man the people wanted;\\nBut they missed it, seems to me.\\nI guess we should say about it\\nJust as much as bigger folk;\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 we want a nice big Pres\u00e2\u0080\u0099dent\\nWho can laugh and play a joke:\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 if they\u00e2\u0080\u0099d consulted children,\\nWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099d all agreed, because,\\nThough we\u00e2\u0080\u0099d a let the girls voted\\nWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099d all been for Santa Claus.\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 then Pd \u00e2\u0080\u0099a been postmaster,\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 all the mail would be\\nSome box, or pack, or somethin\u00e2\u0080\u0099,\\nWith some presents for us\u00e2\u0080\u0094See?\\nSo you big folks stop your shoutin\u00e2\u0080\u0099.\\nAnd let us vote next time, too;\\nThen we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll all be better cared for\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSo I think\u00e2\u0080\u0094now, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you?\\n*\u00e2\u0080\u0094In Rosebuds,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nHE DOESN\u00e2\u0080\u0099T LOOK LIKE ME.\\nI \u00e2\u0080\u0099VE got a brand new brother,\\nThey say he looks like me;\\nWhy! Fd be \u00e2\u0080\u0099shamed to see myself\\nIf I looked just like he.\\nI think he looks like grandpa,\\nHe does, now, I declare;\\nHe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wrinkled up, just like him,\\nAnd hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t any hair.\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m \u00e2\u0080\u0099fraid he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s got the measles,\\nHis face is drefful red.\\nI think he needs hot catnip tea\\nAnd wet rags on his head.\\nThere now! just hear him crying;\\nHe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cross as he can be.\\nHe doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t look the leastest,\\nLeastest little bit like me.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.\\nTHE PIT.\\ni C Y\\\\7 HAT is nis funny, hard sing?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSaid funny little Ned,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIn ee midduh of my chewy,\\nMy chewy, so pitty an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 wed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is the pit,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said mamma.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh es, now Neddie knows,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSaid the funny little fellow,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cEe pit of it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tummick, I \u00e2\u0080\u0099pose.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "52\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIN A MINUTE.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI_I AS anyone found \u00e2\u0080\u009cin a minute we will\u00e2\u0080\u009d?\\nA It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the place that the children all know;\\nWhen they\u00e2\u0080\u0099re going to get up betimes when they\u00e2\u0080\u0099:\\ncalled,\\nAnd to bed most willingly go.\\nRun errands for mother; the baby will take;\\nStop reading when told to at night.\\nWhen we find \u00e2\u0080\u009cin a minute\u00e2\u0080\u009d the mothers will rest.\\nFor children will always do right.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094L. E. Chittenden, in Rosebuds.\\nTHE RACE.\\nr P HE race was on! with voice and whip\\nEach rider urged his steed\\nAround the track a score of times\\nAt most tremendous speed,\\nAnd to the end my jockey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s horse\\nWas always in the lead.\\nMy jockey rides his prancing steed\\nWith perfect ease and grace.\\nMy heart beats high with love for him,\\nI watch his eager face;\\nIt wears a most determined look;\\nHe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s bound to win the race,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n53\\nWith ringing voice he rushes on;\\nThe race is nearly run.\\nThe steed he rides strains every nerve;\\nThis work for him is fun.\\nOne more leap and then\u00e2\u0080\u0094hurrah!\\nMy jockey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s horse has won.\\nMy bright-faced boy, just three years old,\\nWas that successful groom.\\nThe course whereon the race was run\\nWas in the sitting room,\\nAnd, strange to tell, the horse that won\\nWas Mamma\u00e2\u0080\u0099s kitchen broom.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Thomas Holmes.\\nNAUGHTY CLAUDE.\\n\\\\\\\\7 HEN little Claude was naughty wunst\\nAt dinner time, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said\\nHe won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say \u00e2\u0080\u009cThank you\u00e2\u0080\u009d to his ma,\\nShe maked him go to bed\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 stay two hours, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 not git up\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSo when the clock struck 2,\\nNen Claude says: \u00e2\u0080\u009cThank you, Mr. Clock,\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m much obleeged to you!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094James Whitcomb Riley.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "54\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nMICKEY McGEE.\\nf A sure mes ^f is the fortunate b\u00e2\u0080\u0099y\\nAs Christinas is cornin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 for you an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 for me;\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s thruly a big share o\u00e2\u0080\u0099 blessin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s have I\\nAt this blessed season/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said Mickey McGee.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy shtockin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 I hung on the floor when \u00e2\u0080\u0099twas night,\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 thin was ashlape like a log, in a minute.\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 whin I awoke wid the morn all alight.\\nWhat would ye be guessin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 was soon found widin it?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe liveliest feet for a shkip or a run\\nTo carry a heart that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s as light as a feather,\\nAlong wid an eye for the beam o\u00e2\u0080\u0099 the sun,\\nA share in the light an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 the wind an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 the weather.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA share in the gladness that comes wid the day,\\nThe peace an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 good-will that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s for you and for me.\\nSo over the land an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 far over the say\\nTo all merry Christmas,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mickey McGee.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Sydney Day re, Harper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Round Table.\\nA QUESTION OF PEDIGREE.\\na ]M OW who is that?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked a dignified hen;\\n1 N \u00e2\u0080\u009cThat chicken in white and gray?\\nShe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s very well dressed, but from whence did she\\ncome?\\nAnd her famity, who are they?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n55\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe never can move in our set, my dear,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSaid the old hen s friend to her, later;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI ve just found out\u00e2\u0080\u0094you ll be shocked to hear\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nShe was hatched in an incubator!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harper s Round Table.\\nIF I WAS MY MAMMA.\\nT F I was my mamma, and mamma was I,\\n1 I d feed her on frost cake and nice lemon pie,\\nN not scare her by saying she d get sick and die.\\nI d give her a penny whenever she d ask;\\nAnd never once give her a lesson or task.\\nShe should wear her best dresses around every day,\\nAnd I d never scold when she soiled them at play.\\nI d buy her new dollies, the beautiflest kind;\\nAnd never would make her keep quiet and mind.\\nI d just let her talk when there s comp ny, too,\\nAnd stay up real late, just as older folks do.\\nI d be just as kind and p lite as I could,\\nAnd send her to grandma s when she wasn t good.\\n[A thoughtful pause.]\\nI s pose she d enjoy it; but then what if she\\nShould grow up as naughty and bad as could be\\nTwould worry and trouble me drelful, you see;\\nSo I guess I would treat her like mamma does me.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "56\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nPrimary Class Recitations.\\nJUST LIKE OUR PAPAS DO.\\n[For six little boys.]\\n[All.]\\nJ E are our papa\u00e2\u0080\u0099s little men\\nv His followers stanch and true;\\nAnd we can do most everything\\nJust like our papas do.\\n[Farmer with hoe; sleeves rolled up; overalls.]\\nMy papa is a farmer;\\nHe sows and plants and hoes;\\nAnd I can sow and plant and hoe\\nJust like my papa does. [Hoes.]\\n[Baker.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Cap, apron, pan and spoon.]\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m the flower of the family,\\nThe baker\u00e2\u0080\u0099s little man;\\nAnd I can stir you up a cake\\nGood as my papa can.\\n[Seats himself on floor. Stirs flour in pan.]", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n57\\n[Soldier.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Paper cap, flag over shoulder.]\\nMy papa is a soldier,\\nAnd when I am a man.\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll make the Filipinos run\\nFast as my papa can. [Struts.]\\n[Tailor.\u00e2\u0080\u0094With utensils for sewing.]\\nMy papa is a tailor,\\nThe man that gives you fits.\\nNow don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t I look like papa?\\nThis is the way he sits.\\n[Seats himself in tailor fashion; sews.]\\n[Doctor.\u00e2\u0080\u0094With medicine case. Wears high hat and glasses.]\\nMy papa is a doctor,\\nAnd gives folks bitter pills.\\nWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the matter with the baker?\\nHe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s looking very ill.\\n[Takes out watch. Feels baker\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pulse.]\\n[Sailor.\u00e2\u0080\u0094In sailor suit.]\\nMy papa is a sailor,\\nAnd sails across the sea.\\nYes, my papa is a sailor,\\nAnd a sailor I will be.\\n[Unseen person calls, \u00e2\u0080\u009cSupper! supper!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Baker, doctor and\\ntailor scramble to feet. All recite in concert:]\\nOur mammas all get supper;\\nGet good ones, I tell you!\\nAnd we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll go home and bolt them down,\\nJust like our papas do.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094H. D. Castle.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "58\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nINFANTRY VOLUNTEERS.\\n[For a gcodly number of small boys with soldier caps and toy\\nguns. One carries a flag and another a drum. Play march while\\nthey march from the back of the room, or from some other room,\\nand form upon the platform. After their speech they might march,\\nin pretty figures, upon the platform before marching out.]\\nE are a band of volunteers;\\nWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099re small, but we are keen, though;\\nWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099re going to help our Uncle Sam\\nTo fight the Filipinos.\\nWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got a dandy lot of guns.\\nYou ought to hear my pa, sir;\\nHe says, \u00e2\u0080\u009cBefore the campaign\u00e2\u0080\u0099s through,\\nThat we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be wanting maw-sirs.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s time that we were on the march;\\nWe have no time for talking;\\nBefore we reach the Philippines\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Twill take a lot of walking.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.\\nMAMMA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S LITTLE MICE.\\n[All.]\\nM AMMA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S little, seven little, busy little mice\\n(In braids or caps or curls);\\nMamma\u00e2\u0080\u0099s little, seven little, brave little mice\\n(Seven little boys and girls).\\n[Tim, armful of wood.]\\nOne little mouse is gray-coat Tim\\n(Braids or caps or curls);\\nLeave the woodpile all to him,\\n(Seven little boys and girls).", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n59\\n[Ledore, dust cap and broom.]\\nOne little mouse is staid Ledore\\n(Braids or caps or curls);\\nShe can make a bed or sweep a floor\\n(Seven little boys and girls).\\n[Estelle, with bell.]\\nOne little mouse is deft Estelle\\n(Braids or caps or curls);\\nShe sets the table and rings the bell\\n(Seven little boys and girls).\\n[Prue, with tea towel.]\\nOne little mouse is lightsome Prue\\n(Braids or caps or curls);\\nHere are the dishes for her to do\\n(Seven little boys and girls).\\n[Joe, hoe over shoulder.]\\nOne little mouse is field-mouse Joe\\n(Braids or caps or curls);\\nHe handles the spade and swings the hoe\\n(Seven little boys and girls).\\n[Kit, with knitting.]\\nOne little mouse is comely Kit\\n(Braids or caps or curls);\\nShe will sit and knit, while the others flit\\n(Seven little hoys and girls).\\n[Bib, in baby carriage.]\\n[All.]\\nOne little mouse is Baby Bib\\n(Braids or caps or curls);", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "60\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nHe coos and sings in his willow crib\\n(Seven little boys and girls).\\nMamma\u00e2\u0080\u0099s little, seven little, busy little mice\\n(In braids or caps or curls);\\nMamma\u00e2\u0080\u0099s little, seven little, brave little mice\\n(Seven little boys and girls).\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Mary E. Stone, in N. Y. Independent.\\nSOW! SEW! SO!\\n[Boy, motion of sowing grain.]\\nT HIS is the way my father sows,\\nAs up and down the field he goes,\\nWalking fast or walking slow.\\nEight and left the grain to throw.\\nFather knows,\\nWhile he goes,\\nThat the grain thrown here and there\\nBy and by good crops will bear.\\nAll he loves will have a share\\nIf the grain he throws with care.\\nSo he throws,\\nSo he goes.\\nSow! Sow! Sow!\\n[Little girl with sewing.]\\nThis is the way my mother sews\\nAs up and down long seams she goes.\\nWorking, singing soft and low,\\nWhile she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sitting there to sew.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n61\\nMother knows,\\nAs she sews,\\nJackets, trousers, aprons, too,\\nJohnnie\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hat and baby\u00e2\u0080\u0099s shoe,\\nPatching old, or making new,\\nLove runs all the stitches through.\\nThis she knows,\\nSo she sews.\\nSew! Sew! Sew!\\n[Smaller boy.]\\nI can neither sow nor sew,\\nWhen I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m big, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll learn then, though,\\nBut while little, as I grow,\\nLittle bits of love I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll show.\\nFor I know,\\nAs I go,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Tending baby, calling Nan,\\nBunning errands like a man,\\nHelping mother all I can,\\nLove will grow where it began.\\nAh! I know,\\nSee, \u00e2\u0080\u0099tis so.\\nLittle bits of love count up,\\nLike drops of water in a cup.\\nFill it\u00e2\u0080\u0094so!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Twill overflow!\\nSo! So! So!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Eva Lovett, Youth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Companion.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "62\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nSPRINGTIME.\\n[Several boys w^h dandelions in buttonholes. Three little girls.]\\n[First Girl.]\\nWith your new gold watches\\nYou make quite a show.\\n[Second Girl.]\\nYou are more than dandies;\\nMust be some great lions.\\nHave your watches chains, too? (Examine watches.)\\nOr do they just tie on?\\n[Boys.]\\nHo, you girls are great ones,\\nMaking such a fuss.\\nGuess you\u00e2\u0080\u0099re like the watches:\\nThey\u00e2\u0080\u0099re just \u00e2\u0080\u009cstuck on us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[Third Girl.]\\nWill you please to tell us.\\nGentlemen so gay,\\nBy your fine gold watches\\nWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the time of day?\\n[Boys.]\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s spring time, it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s spring time.\\nLearn this little thing,\\nBy our golden watches:\\nIt is always spring.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n63\\nEASTER JINGLES.\\nTHE POPCORN BALL.\\n[Several small children with string of popcorn about necks and\\nholding popcorn balls behind them, come forward hippity hopping.]\\nH\\nOP, hop, pippity pop!\\nSo the colonels all\\nCame out in white uniforms,\\nReady for the hall.\\n[Hold up string of popcorn.]\\nSniff, sniff, sniffity sniff a ii sniff];\\nI smell something sweet.\\nLassies getting ready, s\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose,\\nTo make the ball complete.\\nTrip, trip, skippity skip;\\nLittle children gay.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThis is just the nicest hall [hold up bail]\\nEver was,\u00e2\u0080\u009d they say.\\n[Hippity hop to. seats, eating popcorn balls.]\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094JIarriet D. Castle,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "64\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nMOTHER EARTH TO HER CHILDREN.\\n[Recitation for small children and a larger girl. The children\\ncome forward as Mother Earth calls them, and group themselves\\nabout her, observing the harmony of color. Dresses may be made\\nof tissue paper.]\\n[Larger Girl.]\\nJV/l OTHER EARTH was growing weary;\\nHer summer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s work was done;\\nSo she called her flower children\\nAnd tucked them, every one,\\nUnderneath a soft white blanket.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI feel so tired and chill,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSaid she, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll take a nap myself,\\nOr, really, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll he ill.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThrough all the day she slumbered, and\\nShe slept through all the night;\\nShe slept through all the winter \u00e2\u0080\u0099neath\\nThe blanket soft and white.\\nThe saucy South Wind came along\\nAnd made her quite a scoff;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWake up! my lazy dame,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said he.\\nAnd pulled the blankets off.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, I declare!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mother Earth,\\nAwaking in a jiff,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI must have overslept myself,\\nI feel so cold and stiff.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen April Shower brought a draught\\nThat made her feel like new,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n65\\nShe called, with many a merry laugh,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCome, children, wake up, too!\\nHo! little grass, my good green grass,\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve slept enough, I guess.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[Children in green come.]\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099re coming, coming, mother dear,\\nTo make your new spring dress.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMother Earth:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWaken! daffodils and cowslips,\\nAnd dandelions, too.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[Children in yellow come.]\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099re coming with a golden chain,\\nDear Mother Earth, for you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMother Earth:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWake up! my modest violets,\\nThat always try to hide.\\nThe spring has come, \u00e2\u0080\u0099tis time you had\\nYour blue eyes open wide.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[Children in pale blue come.]\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe always know the time to wake\\nIn our secluded spot.\\nThe Springtime whispers, when he goes,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098Good bye. Forget me not.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nMother Earth:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd have my sweet Spring Beauties\\nBeen sleeping all this while?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[Children in pink come.]\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe waited for our new spring suits.\\nAll in the latest style.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "G6\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nMother Earth:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI hear my blue bells ringing\\nThe same old merry chime.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[Children in combination of blue and purple.]\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe heard you calling, mother,\\nAnd thought \u00e2\u0080\u0099twas breakfast time.\\nYour children, all, are coming,\\nBut you don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t need to wait;\\nThe roses and the asters,\\nYou know, are always late.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMother Earth:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, breakfast is all ready;\\nWarm sunshine, cups of dew;\\nAnd then we must bestir ourselves,\\nThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s work for me and you.\\nThe grass must put the carpets down,\\nAnd you must strew them over\\nWith all the fairest flowers that blow,\\nWith roses and with clover.\\nThe trees are waiting for the leaves\\nTo hang their curtains up.\\nBut we shall work the better for\\nA little bite and sup.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[All sing or speak. May be omitted if desired.]\\nBREAKFAST OF THE FLOWERS.\\nDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you hear the blue bells ringing?\\nBreakfast time! breakfast time!\\nDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you hear the birds all singing?\\nBreakfast time! breakfast time!", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nWaiting breezes ask us not\\nIf we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll take it cold or hot;\\nAh! they are a fickle lot.\\nBreakfast time! breakfast time!\\nDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you hear the bees a-humming?\\nBreakfast time! breakfast time!\\nSong of welcome to our coming;\\nBreakfast time! breakfast time!\\nThough we have just wakened up,\\nWill they know each little cup\\nHolds for them the sweetest sup?\\nBreakfast time! breakfast time!\\nMother Earth is calling, calling,\\nBreakfast time! breakfast time!\\nDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you hear the brook a-brawling?\\nBreakfast time! breakfast time!\\nRain and sunshine, earth and air,\\nWhisper to us everywhere,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cEat, and grow more sweet and fair.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBreakfast time! breakfast time!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.\\nA BABY CHAIN.\\n[Several little tots, hold of hands.]\\nH EIGHO, a baby chain!\\nWhat do you think?\\nEach little rosy-cheeked\\nLassie a link.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "CASTLE S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nHeigho, a baby chain!\\nWhat do you think?\\nMoney can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t buy it,\\nNot one bonnie link.\\nRubies and diamonds,\\nWhat are they worth?\\nHere is the costliest\\nChain upon earth.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Youth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Companion.\\nGODiG FOR THE DOCTOR.\\n[Little Boy.]\\nY\\\\7 AIT a bit, my little miss;\\nv What makes you walk so fast?\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got the day before you\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe sky\u00e2\u0080\u0099s not overcast.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[Little Girl, with doll.]\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m going to the doctor, sir.\\nMy darling doll is ill.\\nShe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s got a raging fever, sir;\\nI guess she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s took a chill.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[Boy.]\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPut bandages around her head,\\nAnd mustard to her feet;\\nAnd give her cambric tea to drink\\nAnd not a thing to eat.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n[Girl.]\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI tried that hours ago, dear sir;\\nThe fever didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t abate;\\nAnd I lay all the trouble, sir,\\nTo pudding which she ate.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[Boy.]\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat if the doctor isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t in,\\nOr doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t care to come,\\nOr charges, as he often does,\\nA most outrageous sum?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[Girl.]\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, if he isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t in I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll wait!\\nWhat if his charge be high!\\nAnd do you think because of that\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099d let my dollie die?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Silver Star No. 7.\\nEXPELLED.\\n[An exercise for four girls and three boys.]\\nMary.\\n[Comes on platform trundling large toy lamb.]\\nC /W\\\\ AEY had a little lamb,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSo the old story goes.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt followed her to school one day,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAs everybody knows.\\nBaa-a-baa-a.\\nAs everybody knows.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nCharlie.\\n[Comes on platform with horn.]\\nCharlie had a little horn\\nThat went the self-same route.\\nSaid he, \u00e2\u0080\u009cFll show the boys at school,\\nHow jolly it can toot.\\n[Toots horn.]\\nHow jolly it can toot.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJennie.\\n[Comes on platform leading small sister.]\\nJennie had a sister small,\\nSo very sweet and cute;\\nTo school she followed, though she knew\\nThat she ought not to do 9 t.\\nHa-ha-ha-ha,\\nThat she ought not to do T.\\nTommie.\\n[Comes on platform carrying drum.]\\nTommie had a little drum.\\nAnd, as it couldn t follow,\\nHe carried it to school to show\\nHow he could beat them hollow.\\n[Beats drum.]\\nHow he could beat them hollow.\\nAlice.\\n[Comes on platform carrying large doll.]\\nAlice had a big new doll,\\nNice as you ever saw.\\nSaid she, \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe girls would like to hear", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n71\\nHow she can say \u00e2\u0080\u0098Mama/\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMama, mama/\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nHow she can say \u00e2\u0080\u009cMama.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJohnnie.\\n[Comes on platform leading small dog.]\\nJohnnie had a little dog;\\nIt followed him to school.\\nHe whistled for it, though he knew\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt was against the rule.\\n(Whistles.)\\nIt was against the rule.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nTeacher.\\n[Larger girl with glasses, apron and switch.]\\nThe teacher had a dreadful day!\\nThe lessons were not learned;\\nWith sheep, doll, baby, dog and horn,\\nThe children\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heads were turned.\\nDear me! dear me!\\nThe children\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heads were turned.\\nChildren. [All together.]\\nMary\u00e2\u0080\u0094Baa-a baa-a!\\nCharlie\u00e2\u0080\u0094Toots horn.\\nJennie\u00e2\u0080\u0094Ha-ha ha-ha!\\nJ ohnnie\u00e2\u0080\u0094Whistles.\\nTommie\u00e2\u0080\u0094Beats drum.\\nAlice\u00e2\u0080\u0094Mama, mama!\\nTeacher. [Hands to head.]\\nDear me! dear me!", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "72\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n[The teacher\u00e2\u0080\u0099s head is turned.]\\nChildren. [In concert.]\\nIt made the children laugh and play\\nTo see them all, no doubt;\\nSo, very sorrowful to say,\\nThe teacher turned them out.\\nBoo-hoo! boo-hoo!\\nThe teacher turned them out.\\n[Knuckles and handkerchiefs to eyes. Repeat last two lines\\nseveral times while passing from platform. Teacher follows, flour\u00c2\u00ac\\nishing switch.]\\nOPINIONS.\\n[Little girl with hand on door-knob as if about to enter door;\\ndoll across the other arm. Little boy with bat across shoulder and\\nball in the other hand. View each other askance.]\\nRalph\u00e2\u0080\u0099s:\\nI WISH that girl had been a boy!\\n1 I hoped a boy would move next door,\\nFor girls are always prim and neat;\\nI know she\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be a bore!\\nShe will not want to wade or run,\\nShe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll never, never catch a ball,\\nNor climb a tree, nor fly a kite\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nGirls are no fun at all!\\nWinifred\u00e2\u0080\u0099s:\\nOh, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m so sorry he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a boy!\\nTwo girls could have such splendid times\\nAt sewing doll-clothes, playing tea,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n73\\nOr reading tales and rhymes.\\nOf course he\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll hit me with his ball,\\nAnd make a dreadful lot of noise.\\nAnd play at soldiers all day long\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThere is no fun in hoys!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Marion Beatty, Youth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Companion.\\nGOOD NIGHT.\\n[By a class representing the smaller members of a family.\\nMight be used for a closing piece. Children rub eyes with knuckles\\nand handkerchiefs.]\\nY\\\\T E don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want to go to bed,\\nSo we don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t! so we don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t!\\nWe won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t \u00e2\u0080\u0099buse our children so,\\nNo we won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t, no we won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t.\\nBrought a pan of apples up,\\nNice and sweet, nice and sweet;\\nBrother Ned is cracking nuts;\\nThen they\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll eat, then they\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll eat.\\nWhen the fun is just begun\\nClock says \u00e2\u0080\u009cEight!\u00e2\u0080\u009d clock says \u00e2\u0080\u009cEight!\\nLittle folks to bed must run.\\nGetting late, getting late.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSorrowful, we children small,\\nSo polite, so polite;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099S if we weren\u00e2\u0080\u0099t cross at all,\\nSay good-night, say good-night. (Bow.)\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094H. D. Castle.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "74\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nFITE LITTLE BOYS.\\nJoe.\\nT T be a fifer on the Fourth,\\nAnd lead the martial band;\\nTo march through town,\\nAll up and down,\\nAnd play on every hand.\\nHorace.\\nFd like to be a G. A. R.,\\nWith uniform so blue;\\nAnd sword of might.\\nAnd bayonet bright,\\nAnd soldier\u00e2\u0080\u0099s knapsack, too.\\nTheodore.\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099d rather be a marshal,\\nAnd ride a prancing horse,\\nFd take the lead\\nWith my fine steed,\\nAnd wear a badge, of course.\\nHarry.\\nOh, I would be an orator.\\nAnd where the crowd could see\\nFd stand up high\\nOn the Fourth of July,\\nAnd talk of liberty.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n75\\nRoy.\\nWell, I would be just what I am,\\nA boy among the boys;\\nAnd go it strong\\nThe whole day long,\\nWith flags and fun and noise.\\nDOING THEIR BEST.\\n[Five Boys.]\\n[Five ways of constructing nests.]\\nITH a sharp eye for business,\\nY Y \u00e2\u0080\u009cGreat pains I will take,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSaid the hawk, \u00e2\u0080\u009cto build platforms\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA fortune I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll make!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll make a good weaver,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe oriole said,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd weave for my children\\nA high swinging bed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI canT be a weaver,\\nThat plainly I see,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMused the robin, then chuckled\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA mason Fll be.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSaid the modest bank swallow:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA miner am I,\\nSo I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll dig a cave palace,\\nHigh, roomy and dry.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "76\\nCASTLE S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS*\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098Til make,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the woodpecker,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA carpenter good\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI can earn my living\\nBy working in wood!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[All.]\\nHow many can tell us\\nWhat lesson we learn\\nFrom these feathered workmen\\n*Tis plain to discern.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Adelbert F. Caldwell.\\nBABY QUARTET.\\n[Take the smallest children who are able to sing. Make them\\nlook as infantile as possible. Dress in long dresses and cover hair\\nwith pretty frilled caps. Seat them side by side, in little high\\nchairs. Let them keep time,- with rattles, while they sing. Negro\\nbabies would be cute, and bright red sashes would be an addition\\ntheir toilet.]\\nLullaby.\\nNT OW the sun has gone to sleep,\\nIn the tree-tops high;\\nBranches rock him, to and fro.\\nSinging lullaby.\\nChorus.\\n[Horizontal movement of rattles while singing chorus.]\\nTo and fro, soft and low.\\nSinging lullaby.\\nSinging lullaby.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n77\\nLittle flowers have gone to sleep\\nIn the dewy grass;\\nBreezes rock them to and fro,\\nRock them as they pass.\\nChorus.\\nBy lo, baby, go to sleep,\\nLittle sleepy eyes;\\nMamma sings it, soft and sweet,\\nBy lo, baby, by.\\nChorus.\\n[Let the movement of music and rattles grow slower and little\\nheads nod while singing last chorus. See that the sleeping atti\u00c2\u00ac\\ntudes are graceful. Let the accompanist still continue to play\\nlullaby, softly. Burn red light.]", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "78\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nRecitations and Exercises for Intermediate\\nGrade.\\nWE ARE TWELVE.\\nT SAW two brownies, in a dream\\nI had, last eventide:\\nThe funny figures stood, demure\\nAnd silent, side by side.\\nOne little elf was tall and slim\\nAnd stood up straight with ease;\\nThe other had a curly head\\nAnd stood upon its knees.\\nWhen I asked the funny figures\\nTo introduce themselves,\\nThey answered, with a courtesy,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, mistress, we are twelve!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[Let speaker write \u00e2\u0080\u009c12\u00e2\u0080\u009d on blackboard.]\\nI took the curly-headed one,\\nAnd stood her on my right;\\n[Erase \u00e2\u0080\u009c12\u00e2\u0080\u009d and place \u00e2\u0080\u009c2\u00e2\u0080\u009d on right.]\\nThen stood the slim one on my left,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n[Place \u00e2\u0080\u009c1\u00e2\u0080\u009d on left.]\\nIt gave them quite a fright.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n79\\nThen I said to them, quite sternly,\\n[Point to \u00e2\u0080\u009c1\u00e2\u0080\u009d and \u00e2\u0080\u009c2.\u00e2\u0080\u009d]\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099re One; and you are Two,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd all the wise men in the world\\nWill say the same to you.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat shall I do with little folks\\nWho won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t behave themselves?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[Erase \u00e2\u0080\u009c1\u00e2\u0080\u009d quickly and place on left of \u00e2\u0080\u009c2.\u00e2\u0080\u009d]\\nThey rushed into each other\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arms\\nAnd answered, \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe are Twelve!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[Erase \u00e2\u0080\u009c1\u00e2\u0080\u009d and place above \u00e2\u0080\u009c2.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Point.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Speak sternly.]\\nYou are a One, and you a Two,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAs any one can see;\\nAnd it is also evident\\nThat One and Two make three.\\n[Draw line and write amount beneath\u00e2\u0080\u00943.]\\nBut the funny little figures\\nWere stubborn as could he;\\n[Erase and write 12.\u00e2\u0080\u009d]\\nThey jumped down, side bv side again.\\nAnd said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cNay, Twelve are we!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nTheir stubbornness amused me,\\nAnd, to prolong the fun,\\n[Erase 1\u00e2\u0080\u009d and place on right of \u00e2\u0080\u009c2.\u00e2\u0080\u009d]\\nI placed the slim one on the right\\nAnd called them Twenty-one.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "30\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n[Erase \u00e2\u0080\u009c1\u00e2\u0080\u009d and place left of \u00e2\u0080\u009c2.\u00e2\u0080\u009d]\\nOne turned a backward somersault,\\nAs quick as any wink,\\nAnd answered, somewhat saucily,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNow we are Twelve! I think.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs curly head your wife?\u00e2\u0080\u009d I said,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour sister? or your cousin?\\nAnd Fve another name for you,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nYou surely are a Dozen.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nUpon her knee Two begged of me\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTo vex them nevermore.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOne looked so slim, and sad and thin,\\nIn mercy I forbore.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.\\nA MESSAGE TO BOYS.\\nBY ROBERT J. BURDETTE.\\nMy boy, the first thing you want to learn\u00e2\u0080\u0094if you\\nhaven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t learned how to do it already\u00e2\u0080\u0094is to tell the\\ntruth. The pure, sweet, refreshing, wholesome truth.\\nThe plain, unvarnished, simple, every-day, manly\\ntruth, with a little \u00e2\u0080\u009ct.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nFor one thing, it will save you so much trouble.\\nOh, heaps of trouble! And no end of hard work!\\nAnd then, it is so foolish for you to lie. You can\u00c2\u00ac\\nnot pass a lie off for the truth, any more than you\\ncan get counterfeit money into circulation. The lead-", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n81\\nen dollar is always detected before it goes very far.\\nWhen you tell a lie it is known. Yes, you say, \u00e2\u0080\u009cGod\\nknows it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s right; hut He is not the only one.\\nSo far as God\u00e2\u0080\u0099s knowledge is concerned, the liar\\ndoesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t care very much. He doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t worry about\\nwhat God knows\u00e2\u0080\u0094if he did, he wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be a liar;-\\nbut it does worry a man or boy who tells lies to think\\nthat everybody else knows it. The other boys know\\nit; your teacher knows it; people who hear you tell\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cwhoppers\u00e2\u0080\u009d know it; your mother knows it, but she\\nwon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say so. And all the people know it, and don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nsay anything about it to you, talk about it to each\\nother, and\u00e2\u0080\u0094dear! the things they say about a boy who\\nis given to telling big stories! If he could only hear\\nthem, it would make him stick to the truth like flour\\nto a miller.\\nAnd finally, if you tell the truth always, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see\\nhow you are going to get very far out of the right\\nway. And people trust a truthful boy. We never\\nworry about him when he is out of our sight. We\\nnever say, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI wonder where he is! I wish I knew\\nwhat he is doing! I wonder whom he is with. I won\u00c2\u00ac\\nder why he doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t come home!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Nothing of the sort.\\nWe know he is all right, and that when he comes\\nhome we will know all about it and get it straight.\\nWe don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have to ask him where he is going and how\\nlong he will be gone every time he leaves the house.\\nWe don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have to call him back and make him \u00e2\u0080\u009csol\u00c2\u00ac\\nemnly promise\u00e2\u0080\u009d the same thing over and over two\\nor three times. When he says, \u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, I will,\u00e2\u0080\u009d or No, I\\nwon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t,\u00e2\u0080\u009d just once, that settles it. We don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have to", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "82\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\ncross-examine him when he comes home to find out\\nwhere he has been. He tells us once, and that is\\nenough. We don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have to say, \u00e2\u0080\u009cSure? Are you sure\\nnow?\u00e2\u0080\u009d when he tells anything.\\nBut, my boy, you can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t build up that reputation by\\nmerely telling the truth about half the time, nor two-\\nthirds, nor three-fourths, nor nine-tenths of the time;\\nbut all the time. If it brings punishment upon you\\nwhile the liars escape; if it brings you into present\\ndisgrace while the smooth-tongued liars are exalted;\\nif it loses you a good position; if it degrades you in the\\nclass; if it stops a week\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pay\u00e2\u0080\u0094no matter what pun\u00c2\u00ac\\nishment it may bring upon you, tell the truth.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSelected.\\nMAKE A PRESENT TO YOURSELF.\\nBY SAM WALTER FOSS,\\nAuthor of \u00e2\u0080\u009cDreams in Homespun,\u00e2\u0080\u009d etc.\\nIVE your wife a handsome dress,\\nGive Irene a doll,\\nGive your boy a sled and skates,\\nThey deserve them all;\\nPile your gifts on every shelf.\\nFill up every tray,\\nBut-\\nMake a present to yourself\\nNow on Christmas Day:\\nMan of great or little pelf,\\nMake a present to yourself.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n33\\nGive yourself a better heart\\nOn an ampler plan,\\nFull of blessedness and hope,\\nFull of love to man.\\nGive to Bob and Sue their part,\\nGive to Dick and May,\\nBut-\\nGive yourself a better heart\\nNow on Christmas Day:\\nMan of great or little pelf,\\nMake this present to yourself.\\nGive yourself a better soul,\\nTuned to higher strains\\nThan the discords of the mart\\nAnd inglorious gains.\\nGive to each a generous dole,\\nBess and Tom and Kay,\\nBut-\\nGive yourself a better soul\\nNow on Christmas Day:\\nMan of great or little pelf,\\nMake this present to yourself.\\nGive yourself a better life,\\nFed from deeper springs,\\nFed from the eternal Fount,\\nSoul and source of things.\\nGive to friend and child and wife\\nAll the gifts you may,\\nBut-", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "84\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nGive yourself a better life\\nNow on Christmas Day:\\nMan of great or little pelf,\\nMake this present to yourself.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Golden Rule.\\nWHEN MOTHER FEEDS THE CHICKENS.\\nWHILE before the sun has rose,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099 father builds the kitchen fire,\\nOur big black rooster crows \u00e2\u0080\u0099n\u00e2\u0080\u0099 crows,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Z if his neck would never tire;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099en we get up \u00e2\u0080\u0099n\u00e2\u0080\u0099 feed the stock\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099 water Fannie, \u00e2\u0080\u0099n\u00e2\u0080\u0099 milk the cows,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099 fix a gate er broken lock;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099en after breakfas\u00e2\u0080\u0099 father plows\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099 mother feeds the chickens.\\nThe pancakes Wallie wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t eat\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099 cornbread left on Marjorie\u00e2\u0080\u0099s plate;\\nA scrap of toast, a bit of meat,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099 all the stuff what no one ate,\\nShe puts it in that wornout tin,\\nThrows out some grain, \u00e2\u0080\u0099n\u00e2\u0080\u0099 pretty quick\\nShe hollers nearly\u00e2\u0080\u0099s loud\u00e2\u0080\u0099s she kin,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCome chick! chick! chick! chick! chick! chick!\\nchick\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSo\u00e2\u0080\u0094when she feeds the chickens.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n85\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099d ought to see old Top-Knot run,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Banty hop\u00e2\u0080\u0094he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hurt one leg\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Plymouth Rock (the higges\u00e2\u0080\u0099 one\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nShe lays a \u00e2\u0080\u0099normous monstrus egg)\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099en Speckle, with her new-hatched brood,\\nA-cluckin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 to \u00e2\u0080\u0099em\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hard\u00e2\u0080\u0099s she kin,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099 showin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 \u00e2\u0080\u0099em the nices\u00e2\u0080\u0099 food\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nShe gets it fer \u00e2\u0080\u0099em out the tin,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099 pecks the other chickens.\\nOld Gray, our cat, comes snoopin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 roun\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099 slyly peeks from hind the stoop;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099F any meat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s there he is boun\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099T shan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t go to the chicken coop.\\nNow filled with all an owner\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pride,\\nWee Willie comes with wondering eyes,\\nThat look so brown \u00e2\u0080\u0099n\u00e2\u0080\u0099 bright \u00e2\u0080\u0099n\u00e2\u0080\u0099 wide;\\nHe loves to watch \u00e2\u0080\u0099em, \u00e2\u0080\u0099n\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he cries\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009c\u00e2\u0080\u0099Des see my baby tickens!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI love to ride the colt a lot,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099 go fer berries to the patch;\\nI love to see our dog \u00e2\u0080\u0099n\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Spot\\nGet in a turble scrappin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 match;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N\u00e2\u0080\u0099 tho\u00e2\u0080\u0099 its kind-a quiet fun;\\nI like it nearly best of all;\\nThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s why I alius cut \u00e2\u0080\u0099n\u00e2\u0080\u0099 run\\nTo see\u00e2\u0080\u0099m \u00e2\u0080\u0099f I hear the call\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCome chick! chick! chick! chick! chick! chick!\\nchick!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhen mother feeds the chickens.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Will L. Davis.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "86\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nTHE BEGINNING.\\nHENCE came the river, so strong and clear,\\nThat waters the meadows far and near?\\nFrom a clear little spring,\\nLike a lustrous pearl,\\nWhere the mosses cling,\\nAnd the fern-leaves curl,\\nOn the hilltop\u00e2\u0080\u0099s height\\nBubbling up so bright,\\nFed by mountain rain,\\nWithout taint, without stain.\\nWhence came our Washington, good and grand,\\nWhose name is honored in every land?\\nFrom a stainless youth;\\nFrom the upright ways,\\nFrom the strength and truth,\\nOf his early days;\\nFrom a boyhood true,\\nPure as mountain dew,\\nAs unsullied a thing\\nAs the clear hilltop spring.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Persis Gardiner.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S school entertainments.\\n87\\nTHE TOWN OF NOGOOD.\\n1WI Y friend, have you heard of the town Nogood\\nOn the banks of the river Slow,\\nWhere blooms the Waitawhile flower fair,\\nWhere the Sometimeorother scents the air,\\nAnd the soft Goeasys grow?\\nIt dies in the valley of Whatstheuse,\\nIn the province of Letitslide;\\nThat tired feeling is native there,\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the home of the reckless Idontcare,\\nWhere the Giveitups abide.\\nIt stands at the bottom of Lazy Hill,\\nAnd is easy to reach, I declare;\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve only to hold up your hands and glide\\nDown the slope of Weakwill\u00e2\u0080\u0099s toboggan slide\\nTo he landed quickly there.\\nThe town is as old as the human race,\\nAnd it grows with the flight of years,\\nIt is wrapped in the fog of idlers\u00e2\u0080\u0099 dreams\\nIts streets are paved with discarded schemes\\nAnd sprinkled with useless tears.\\nThe Collegebred fool and the Eichman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heir\\nAre plentiful there, no doubt;\\nThe rest of its crowd are a motley crew\\nWith every class but one in view\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe foolkiller is barred out.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "88\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nThe town of Nogood is all hedged about\\nBy the Mountains of Despair,\\nNo sentinel stands on its gloomy walls.\\nNo trumpet to battle and triumph calls.\\nFor cowards alone are there.\\nMy friend from the deadalive town of Nogood,\\nIf you would keep far away,\\nJust follow your duty through good and ill;\\nTake this for your motto, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI can, I will!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd live up to it each day.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Wm. E. Penny.\\nCONCEIT,\\nLITTLE dog barked at the big, round moon\\nThat smiled in the evening sky,\\nAnd the neighbors smote him with rocks and shoon;\\nBut still he continued his rageful tune.\\nAnd he barked until his throat was dry.\\nThe little dog bounced like a rubber ball,\\nFor his anger quite drove him wild;\\nAnd he said: \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m a terror, although I am small,\\nAnd I dare you, you impudent fellow, to fall.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut the moon only smiled and smiled.\\nThen the little dog barked at a terrible rate.\\nBut he challenged the moon in vain,\\nFor as calmly and slow as the workings of fate\\nThe moon moved along in a manner sedate\\nAnd smiled at the dog in disdain.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nBut socn \u00e2\u0080\u0099neath a hill that obstructed the west\\nThe moon sank out of sight,\\nAnd it smiled as it slowly dropped under the crest,\\nBut the little dog said, as he lay down to rest:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, I scared it away all right.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Puck.\\nWHEN HARD TIMES CALLED AT OUR HOUSE.\\nL_T ARD Times, one dark and dismal day,\\nCame knocking at our door;\\nUpon our happy family,\\nHe ne\u00e2\u0080\u0099er had called before.\\nQuick sprang the father to the door,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd stern and white his face,\\nAs, with his strong right hand, he shot\\nThe bolts and bars in place.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour blighting breath shall never reach\\nMy children, home and wife;\\nYour clammy touch shall never chill;\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll guard them with my life!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen bravely spake the eldest son,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThis stranger seems to be\\nLike Death, a never welcome guest.\\nWith cruel, stern decree.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t try to brave him all alone.\\nHeroic, tender father.\\nWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll do a braver, better thing,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll meet him all together.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "90\\nCASTLES SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cJust let me have a look at him,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSaid merry Sister Nell.\\nAnd, as she peeped, she saw his hand\\nHad fallen from the bell.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t look so dreadful bad,\\nThough rather worn and plain.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen Hard Times smiled at brave, bright face\\nAgainst the window pane.\\nThen spake the gentle mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe is a Heaven sent guest,\\nAnd shall we doubt one moment that\\nOur Father knoweth best?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe knows our every hope and care,\\nConsiders all our needs:\\nWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll place our hand in His, nor fear\\nTo follow where He leads.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThough tears were on the father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cheek\\nHis face was like the dawn.\\nHe threw the portals open wide\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd lo! Hard Times had gone.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet E). Castle.\\nAN ARBOR-DAY THOUGHT.\\nn EAR little hands so soft and small,\\nThat set with loving care\\nBeside the little schoolhouse wall\\nThese saplings brown and bare;", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nThat plant them hy the roadside, too,\\nAnd all along the dusty way,\\nWhat loving thoughts will follow you\\nFor what you do to-day!\\nThe traveler in the burning heat\\nWill thank the hands that made,\\nAbove the dry and sultry street,\\nA green and pleasant shade.\\nBeneath these maples and these oaks\\nThe children of a coming year\\nWill dream about the. little folks\\nThat set those old trees here.\\nThe squirrel, chuckling all the way.\\nWill frisk the branches through,\\nThe robin on the topmost spray\\nWill sing a song of you;\\nAnd all the tall and stately trees,\\nEach gently bowing as it stands,\\nWill murmur in the merry breeze,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThanks to the. little hands!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. H. T., Youth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Companion.\\nTHREE WORTHY WORDS.\\nJV/I Y lad, three lessons would I write,\\n1 Y 1 Three words upon your heart engrave,\\nThrough all your life, to guide you right\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBe true, he kind, he hrave.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "92\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nBe TRUE, whatever may betide;\\nSpeak, dct the truth at any cost;\\nOf little worth is all beside,\\nIf trust in you be lost.\\nBe KIND, another\u00e2\u0080\u0099s feelings heed;\\nSlight no occasion you may find\\nFor gentle word and loving deed;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Tis noble to be kind.\\nBe BRAVE, with courage true and strong;\\nMind neither ridicule nor sneer;\\nTo dare to do the weak a wrong\\nBut proves the basest fear.\\nIf you, my lad, these lessons three,\\nThese simple words, your motto make,\\nEsteem and honor yours shall be.\\nWith fortune in their wake.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Philip Burroughs Strong, in Golden Days.\\nTHE SUN AND THE WIND.\\n[Modern Aesop.]\\nY\\\\7 HEN the Easterly Wind and the hot Summer\\nVV Sun\\nWere walking together one day, just for fun.\\nThey met, on their way, with a Traveler bold,\\nWho walked gayly on, spite of wind, rain, or cold.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n93\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cJust look at that fellow!\u00e2\u0080\u009d the Wind quickly said;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll wager I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll soon make him bend his proud head.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut the Sun interposed: \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe have tried this before,\\nWhen I proved that my power equaled yours, and\\nmuch more.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLet me rather try, and I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll venture to say,\\nThe cloak that he wears he will soon throw away;\\nWhereas, if you rudely insist on your right,\\nYou will find he will surely hold on to it tight.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSo saying, the Sun gave a beautiful smile,\\nAnd smiled, and continued to smile all the while;\\nBut the Traveler seemingly suffered no harm,\\nBut said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cThis is genial, and pleasant, and warm.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe Sun now began in a furious way,\\nTo send beam after beam, and then ray upon ray;\\nBut the Traveler apparently minded them not.\\nFor he simply remarked: \u00e2\u0080\u009cAin\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it lovely and hot?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe Sun gave it up in despair and disgust;\\nThe Wind then remarked: \u00e2\u0080\u009cI suppose, if I must,\\nI still may succeed in the point where you failed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen he blew such a blast that the Traveler quailed.\\nHe blew down his neck, and he blew in his boots;\\nHe blew till his hair was torn out by the roots;\\nHe blew till the cloak was all tattered and torn,\\nAnd the Traveler wished he had never been born.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "94\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nWith some kinds of people it certainly pays\\nTo adopt easy methods, and smooth, pleasant ways,\\nBut others there are who will never give way\\nTill force and decision are brought into play.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Robert S. Talcott, in Golden Days.\\nJOHN PAUL JONES, HERO.\\nY\\\\J HAT\u00e2\u0080\u0099S in a name? Honor and fame\\nY Care naught for empty sound.\\nAttached to humble cognomen\\nGrand records oft are found;\\nWhich brings to mind one humble name\\nOnce known in several zones,\\nA name where honor rests for aye\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe name of John Paul Jones.\\nWhen first he saw the light of day\\nIn Scotland\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fair domain\\nHe lacked a name; the one they gave\\nWas John\u00e2\u0080\u0094most mortal plain\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut still as John he throve and grew,\\nAnd every one now owns\\nThat deeds of valor can exalt\\nE\u00e2\u0080\u0099en such a name as Jones.\\nTo freedom\u00e2\u0080\u0099s shore came humble John,\\nAnd on Virginia\u00e2\u0080\u0099s soil\\nHe settled down to hum-drum life,\\nTo earnest, honest toil,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n95\\nWith hoe and spade his bread he made\\nAmid Virginia\u00e2\u0080\u0099s stones,\\nAnd soon was known for miles around\\nAs honest farmer Jones.\\nBut \u00e2\u0080\u0099neath his cocked hat was a brain\\n(Likewise pigtail and cue),\\nAnd \u00e2\u0080\u0099neath the breast of his long coat\\nA heart beat warm and true;\\nAnd when his country called for men\\nIn urgent, eager tones,\\nOne of the foremost to respond\\nWas \u00e2\u0080\u009cFarmer\u00e2\u0080\u009d John Paul Jones.\\nHe sailed the main and mainly sailed\\nWhere British vessels lurked,\\nThough oft outnumbered he ne\u00e2\u0080\u0099er fled,\\nNor ever battle shirked;\\nAnd humble though his name, his deeds\\nMoved those who sat on thrones,\\nAnd hearts of kings quaked when they heard\\nThe name of John Paul Jones.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Tis useless to recount his deeds,\\nThe world remembers still\\nHow this intrepid sailor worked\\nThe British navy ill.\\nWe read his history with pride,\\nFor all the world now owns\\nThat true nobility attached\\nItself to John Paul Jones.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "96\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s in a name? Naught but the deeds\\nThat are attached thereto.\\nOur hero honest was and brave\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWas loyal, valiant, true;\\nSo honor to his name belongs,\\nAnd kind fate thus atones\\nFor giving to him such a name\\nAs that of John Paul Jones.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Arthur J. Burdick.\\nTHE CLOTHES MAKE THE MAN.\\nBY NIXON WATERMAN.\\nI T is simply a matter of dress, I say;\\nAnd the feminine half of the race, to-day,\\nMight hold, in our history, just as great\\nA place as the lords of high estate,\\nHad they been permitted to wear the clothes\\nAnd follow the selfsame styles of those\\nWho, having been born of the opposite sex,\\nHad never a worry their mind to vex.\\nHad Columbus and all of his valiant crew\\nWorn hats that the ladies of our times do,\\nThey wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have sailed in those damp, old ships,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099T would have taken the curl from their ostrich tips.\\nAnd I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m more than delighted brave Paul Revere\\nDidn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say on that night when the foe drew nea^,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099d like to warn all the folks, I declare,\\nBut I haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a thing that is fit to wear!\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n97\\nHad Wellington dared but five minutes to wait.\\nIn trying to fasten his hat on straight,\\n(While Napoleon\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hurrying forces came,)\\nHe wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have climbed to the heights of fame.\\nAnd had Washington lingered to \u00e2\u0080\u009cfrizzle\u00e2\u0080\u009d his hair\\nThe night that he ferried the Delaware,\\nHe couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have gotten his army away\\nTill the British had gobbled them up next day.\\nAnd so, I say, in the race of life,\\nThe woman has more than her share of strife,\\nAnd man would find\u00e2\u0080\u0099t would be hard to gain\\nThe prize if he had to manage a train,\\nA shopping-bag and a parasol,\\nAnd high-heeled shoes a size too small-^-\\n0 me, 0 my! Why, he\u00e2\u0080\u0099d have a fit,\\nAnd he\u00e2\u0080\u0099d never, no, never! come out of it.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094L. A. W. Bulletin.\\nDE SHERMAN FROW.\\nDR. W. A. WOODWARD.\\nT AM von Sherman farmer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s frow,\\nI feed de peeks and milks der cow,\\nI feeds my man mit tings dat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s goot,\\nI build de fire and chops der wood;\\nYet all deey long from morn til night\\nHe trink him peer and smoke him pipe.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "98\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nI digs der garten mit my foots,\\nI sows de seeds and plants der roots,\\nI bring der vater from the spring,\\nI vash up all him dirty tings;\\nYet all deey long from morn til night\\nHe trink him peer and smoke him pipe.\\nI feeds de cattle in the stall,\\nI house de lambs yen dey are small,\\nAnd throe the snow on winter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s day\\nI feed de stock mit grain and hay;\\nStill all deey long from morn til night\\nHe trink him peer and smoke him pipe.\\nI tells my maidens, if da can,\\nTo find von sober, working man.\\nWho vorks der farm and does de chores\\nAnd looks to all tings out of doors;\\nWho lubs him frow an call her dear\\nAnd smoke no pipe and trink no peer.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Iowa Homestead.\\nTHINGS TO SEE,\\nHERE have you been, and what did you see,\\nv Y This sunny October day?\\nAnd why do you look so very wise,\\n0 little boy Dick, and May?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "O if -3\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n99\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve seen such a lot of curious things\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA squirrel trying to fly!\\nAnd he did it, too, \u00e2\u0080\u0099way over the brook,\\nFrom the walnut-tree so high.\\nA chickadee hung by his toes, head down\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll hardly believe it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s true!\\nBut his cap stayed on! Dick said it was stuck\\nWith a liat pin, perhaps, or glue.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAn owl looking out of his dungeon dark\\nIn a hollow apple-tree,\\nJust spying his neighbors with blinking eyes,\\nAnd pretending he couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA woodmouse playing at hide-and-seek\\nWith a squirrel in striped coat;\\nSome froggies, tired of leap-frog\u00e2\u0080\u0099s charm,\\nWere sailing a peapod boat.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA blue jay hiding his winter corn,\\nAnd watched by a squirrel red;\\nA woodpecker making a nice round door\\nIn Farmer Hackett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s shed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA cricket under a maple leaf\\nPlaying the fiddle slow\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhen it gets so late, then his toes get numb;\\nHis leg is his bow, you know.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA thistle dressed in his winter furs;\\nSome little wee birds at play;", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "100\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nAnd Bunny Rabbit behind a fern,\\nAll ready to run away.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNow four bright eyes, if they\u00e2\u0080\u0099re opened wide,\\nFind plenty of things to see,\\nWhen you hear what Mamiekins told to me,\\nI am sure you will quite agree.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Wm. J. Long.\\nTHE LAND OF CHANCE.\\nHILDREN, did you ever glance\\nAt the lucky land of chance,\\nWhere all things are regulated\\nBy the merest circumstance?\\nNow, for instance, people there\\nToss their garments anywhere,\\nAnd, if chance they thus mislay them.\\nGrowl and claim, \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t fair!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhy, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve heard it said that they\\nShirk their work from day to day,\\nTrusting to good luck to help them\\nChance to find an easy way.\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a topsy-turvy land,\\nFor, of course, you understand,\\nEvery little thing, \u00e2\u0080\u009cjust happens,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd is never, never planned!\\nMany boys and girls, I guess,\\nMust have lived there more or less,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n101\\nJudging by their careless habits\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nPretty bad, we must confess!\\nChance is not a thing to trust;\\nTo achieve success you must\\nPlan and work with will and method\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAs some say, \u00e2\u0080\u009cGet up and dust!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA STRIKE IN THE KITCHEN.\\nHE work in the kitchen was done for the day,\\n1 Teakettle and range in shining array.\\nThe pots and the kettles hung neatly away;\\nThe newly-scrubbed floor looked spotlessly white\\nAs it lay in a flood of silvery moonlight.\\nThe old-fashioned clock in the corner ticked slow,\\nReminding that moments will come and will go.\\nThe shadows were stretching themselves for a wink\\nWhen there came from the cupboard, just under the\\nsink,\\nWhere kettles and spiders hung in a neat row,\\nA voice of complaining and muttering low.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI want a vacation!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said old Mrs. Spider;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd I want one, too!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the skillet, beside her;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd I want one, too!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the big dinner pot,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIn dog days my work is insufferably hot.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMine too!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the gridiron, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI thought I should\\nAnd the flatirons said they were weary of toil.\\nThen the teakettle spoke, from its place on the range,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI, too, am weary and sighing for change.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "i02\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nYou couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t imagine at all, I suppose,\\nWhat I suffer from that dreadful boil in my nose.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen the range wakened up and sadly complained,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI feel, if my manner of life isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t changed,\\nThere is danger, indeed, of my going deranged.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLet\u00e2\u0080\u0099s strike!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the poker, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve no chance to\\nplay.\\nLet\u00e2\u0080\u0099s show them a trick. Let\u00e2\u0080\u0099s strike, right away!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA gentle voice came from the old fashioned clock,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour rashness, friends, gives me a terrible shock.\\nTo the voice of experience, listen, I pray!\\nYou know that I strike every hour in the day.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s so!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the poker, \u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s so! so you do;\\nAnd not one of us is looked up to like you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nCross the face of the clock a swift shadow came,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI struck wrong once, my friends, I say it with shame;\\nThe dear little children were all late at school,\\nAnd counted imperfect, as that was the rule;\\nThe dinner was late, and that made people cross;\\nMr. S-missed the train and suffered a loss;\\nI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t tell you all, it would take me too long,\\nOf the sad things that happened because I struck\\nwrong,\\nNow, if you must strike, be sure you are right,\\nNot just discontented; then strike with your might.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe hands of the clock, with the tenderest grace,\\nChased the shadows of care from its pleasant old face.\\nAll quiet; the shadows stretched out for the night,\\nWhile the old clock ticked softly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cBe sure you are\\nright.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n103\\nA CHARM THAT AVAILS.\\nTAYAS a poor little fellow, in prospects and purse,\\nWho made the occasion for this bit of verse,\\nBut he faced the great world with bravest intent,\\nThough his clothes were disfigured by many a rent,\\nAnd his courage, as forth to the city fared he,\\nIn search of a fortune was charming to see;\\nAnd these words to a light-hearted carol he set:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t flurry, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t worry, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t grumble, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t fret!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nNow a bird in a tree standing stately and high\\nHad trilled him the song as he gayly trudged by,\\nAnd over and over, with cheering refrain,\\nThe words kept repeating themselves in his brain\\nUntil, to his fancy, a wise charm they seemed\\nTo bring the good fortune of which he had dreamed.\\nAnd in the great city he could not forget:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t flurry, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t worry, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t grumble, don t fret!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nYears passed and that boy now to manhood has\\ngrown,\\nWhile joy and good fortune have long been his own;\\nFor the song which the bird sang a charm proved\\nindeed,\\nMost potent\u00e2\u0080\u0094with labor\u00e2\u0080\u0094to fill every need.\\nAnd the man wonders now, in his life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s busy round,\\nAs he thinks of the trials and triumphs he found,\\nIf the bird of the treetop is singing there yet:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t flurry, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t worry, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t grumble, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t fret!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Ethel Maude Colson, Chicago Record.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "104\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nWHO KNOWS\\nS OMEWHERE in the length and breadth of onr\\nland.\\nOur president\u00e2\u0080\u0094one-day-to-be\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nPlays \u00e2\u0080\u009cleap-frog\u00e2\u0080\u009d and \u00e2\u0080\u009ctag,\u00e2\u0080\u009d with some lad whom\\nthe world\\nWill yet a great orator see;\\nFor every swift hour that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s speeding away,\\nIs helping to make the great men of some day!\\nIn various nooks \u00e2\u0080\u0099neath our star-spangled flag,\\nOur future wise senators sit.\\nIn session \u00e2\u0080\u0099round histories, grammars and slates.\\nWith studious brows roughly knit;\\nAnd hearts all unconscious that they are to be\\nBright stars in America\u00e2\u0080\u0099s proud destiny!\\nNow, laddie, who knows but that you may be one\\nOf our country\u00e2\u0080\u0099s brave, valiant men\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIts chief, or a maker of laws, or a son\\nWho\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll bring glory by saber or pen?\\nA name may be yours wdiich to ends of the earth\\nWill shine like a star o\u00e2\u0080\u0099er the land of your birth!\\nWho knows? So, my lad, train your energies now,\\nFor what they may yet have to do.\\nBe thorough! Let nothing be only half-done\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSay nothing half-honest, half-true!\\nServe well in small things, howe\u00e2\u0080\u0099er humble their state,\\nAnd then you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be fitted to govern the great!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Golden Days.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n105\\nTHE FIRST TANGLE.\\nf^VNCE in an Eastern palace wide\\nA little girl sat weaving,\\nSo patiently her task she plied,\\nThe men and women at her side\\nFlocked round her, almost grieving.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow is it, little one,\u00e2\u0080\u009d they said,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou always work so cheerily?\\nYou never seem to break your thread.\\nOr snarl and tangle it instead\\nOf working smooth and clearly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOur weaving gets so torn and soiled,\\nOur silk so frayed and broken;\\nFor all we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve fretted, wept, and toiled,\\nWe know the lovely pattern\u00e2\u0080\u0099s spoiled\\nBefore the King has spoken.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe little child looked in their eyes.\\nSo full of care and trouble;\\nAnd pity chased the sweet surprise\\nThat filled her own, as sometimes flies\\nThe rainbow in a bubble.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI only go and tell the King,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe said, abashed and meekly,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know, He said in everything\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, so do we,\u00e2\u0080\u009d they cried, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwe bring\\nHim all our troubles weekly!\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "106\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nShe turned her little head aside,\\nA moment let them wrangle;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, hut,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she softly then replied,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI go and get the knot untied\\nAt the first little tangle!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n0 little children\u00e2\u0080\u0094weavers all!\\nOur \u00e2\u0080\u0099broidery we spangle\\nWith many a tear that need not fall,\\nIf on our King we would but call\\nAt the first little tangle!\\nQUARTER TO NINE.\\nOING down the grassy lane the other day,\\nFirst I met a merry little bumble-bee;\\nHe was humming in a very jolly way,\\nSo I said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cYour errand, prithee, tell to me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGoing to the lilac-tree,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSaid the jolly humble-bee,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhere there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s honey stored for me;\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd he bumble-bumble-bumbled on his way.\\nThen a little bird I saw upon a spray.\\nSinging demi-semi-quavers full of glee;\\nHe so added to the brightness of the day,\\nThat I said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cYour business, prithee, tell to me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGoing to the apple-tree,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSaid the little bird to me,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere to feed my nestlings three;\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd he twitter-twitter-twittered on his way.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n107\\nRippling o\u00e2\u0080\u0099er his pebbly bed in merry play,\\nNext I met a little brooklet, glad and free;\\nAnd he whispered in a very funny way,\\nSo I said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cYour secret, prithee, tell to me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m going to the sea,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSaid the streamlet, glad and free.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBack in rain I soon will be;\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd he gurgle-gurgle-gurgled on his way.\\nI had gone a little farther on my way.\\nWhen I met a weeping laddie, sad to see;\\nAnd his frown beclouded all the sunny day,\\nBut I said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cYour trouble, prithee, tell to me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m going to school,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said he,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere to learn my ABC,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Rithmetic and jography;\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd he boo-hoo-boo-hoo-boo-hooed on his way.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Elizabeth Rosser, Youth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Companion.\\nCOWSLIP GOLD,\\n\\\\17E\u00e2\u0080\u0099RE bound for the Klondike!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSaid Bennie, so bold,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099re bound for the Klondike!\\nThe river of gold.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAway to the wood lot\\nWent laddie and lass\\nThe heavy, big gate they\\nCalled \u00e2\u0080\u009cChilkoot Pass.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nTheir dog team was Rover,\\nThe best ever known;\\nThey took for their dog feed,\\nA big, juicy bone.\\nGlad Brook was the Klondike,\\nSo clear and so cold,\\nAnd on its green banks shone\\nThe bright cow-slip gold.\\nThey gathered by handfuls,\\nThese miners, so bold,\\nUntil they had all that\\nTheir wagon could hold.\\nThen home went these miners,\\nSo rich and so gay,\\nAnd gave all their gold to\\nMamma, to assay.\\nShe washed and (dish) panned it\\nUntil it was clean;\\nPut it over the fire\\nTo bubble and steam;\\nThen these miners partook\\nOf a dinner of greens.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n100\\nEASTER IN THE WOODS.\\nT HEY are risen! They are risen!\\nAll the buried flowers at last,\\nFrom their dark and dreary prison,\\nIn the cold earth frozen fast.\\nThey are stirring, they are waking,\\nThrough the gray moss they are breaking,\\nThrough the withered grasses sere,\\nThrough the dead leaves of last year.\\nHere are wind-flowers frail and tender,\\nStarry bloodroot open wide,\\nTrillium in snowy splendor.\\nBlue hepaticas beside.\\nAt the joyous Easter weather\\nThey have risen, all together,\\nIn their beauty and their bloom\\nFrom the silent winter tomb.\\nYes, it is a tale of wonder,\\nOld and yet a sweet surprise,\\nEvery year repeated under\\nApril sunshine and blue skies.\\nThis is Nature\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Easter story,\\nTold in her cathedrals hoary,\\nWhen the Easter morning smiles\\nDown the long, gray forest aisles.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Helen T. Eliot.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "110\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nTRY AGAIN.\\nT F at first yon do succeed,\\nA Try again!\\nLife is more than just one deed;\\nTry again.\\nNever stop with what you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve done,\\nMore remains than you have won.\\nFull content\u00e2\u0080\u0099s vouchsafed to none;\\nTry again!\\nIf you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve earned a bit of fame,\\nTry again!\\nSeek a still more honored name,\\nTry again!\\nSit not down with folded hands,\\nCramp not hope with narrow r bands;\\nThink what prowess life demands!\\nTry again!\\nIf you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve won on lower plane,\\nTry again!\\nLife is more than one campaign;\\nTry again.\\nSend your guidons to the fore,\\nStrive to seize one standard more,\\nStill ungained are palms galore;\\nTry again!\\nIf at first you do succeed,\\nTry again!", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nIll\\nFor future harvests sow the seed,\\nTry again.\\nRise with sacred discontent,\\nEealize that life is lent\\nOn highest searches to be spent;\\nTry again!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094C. A. S. Dwight, Youth s Companion.\\nJES\u00e2\u0080\u0099 TORE CHRISTMAS.\\nBY EUGENE FIELD.\\n-r\\nP ATHER calls me William, sister calls me Will,\\nMother calls me Willie\u00e2\u0080\u0094but the fellers call me\\nBill!\\nMighty glad I ain t a girl\u00e2\u0080\u0094ruther be a boy\\nWithout them sashes, curls an things that s worn by\\nFauntleroy!\\nLove to chawnk green apples an go swimmin in the\\nlake\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHate to take the castor-ile they give f r belly-ache!\\nMost all the time the hull year roun there ain t no\\nflies on me.\\nBut jes fore Christmas I m as good as I kin be!\\nGot a yaller dog named Sport\u00e2\u0080\u0094sick im on the cat;\\nFust thing she knows she doesn t know where she\\nis at!\\nGot a clipper-sled, an when us boys goes out to slide\\nLong comes the grocery cart an we all hook a ride!", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "112\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nBut, sometimes, when the grocery man is worrited and\\ncross,\\nHe reaches at me with his whip, and larrups up his\\nhoss;\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 then I laff and holler: \u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, you never teched\\nme!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut jes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 \u00e2\u0080\u0099fore Christmas I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m as good as I kin be!\\nGrandma says she hopes that when I git to be a man\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be a missionerer like her oldes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 brother Dan,\\nAs wuz et up by the cannib\u00e2\u0080\u0099ls that lives in Ceylon\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nisle,\\nWhere every prospeck pleases an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 only man is vile!\\nBut gran\u00e2\u0080\u0099ma she had never been to see a Wild West\\nshow.\\nOr read the life uv Daniel Boone, or else I guess she\u00e2\u0080\u0099d\\nknow\\nThat Buffalo Bill an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 cowboys is good enough f\u00e2\u0080\u0099r me\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nExcep\u00e2\u0080\u0099 jes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 \u00e2\u0080\u0099fore Christmas, when I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m good as I kin\\nbe!\\nThen ol\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Sport he hangs around, so solium like an\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nstill\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHis eyes they seem a-sayin\u00e2\u0080\u0099: \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s er matter, little\\nBill?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe cat she sneaks down off her perch, a-wonderin\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nwhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s become\\nUv them two enemies uv hern that use ter make\\nthings hum!\\nBut I am so perlite and stick so earnestlike to biz,\\nThat mother sez to father: \u00e2\u0080\u009cHow improved our\\nWillie is!\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n113\\nBut father, havin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 been a boy hisself, suspicions me,\\nWhen, jes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 \u00e2\u0080\u0099fore Christmas, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m as good as I kin he!\\nFor Christmas, with its lots an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 lots uv candies, cakes\\nan\u00e2\u0080\u0099 toys,\\nWuz made, they say, f\u00e2\u0080\u0099r proper kids, and not fr\\nnaughty hoys!\\nSo wash yer face, and bresh yer hair, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 mind yer p\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nand q\u00e2\u0080\u0099s,\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t bust out yer pantaloons, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t wear out\\nyer shoes;\\nSay yessum to the ladies, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 yessir to the men,\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 when they\u00e2\u0080\u0099s company don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t pass yer plate f\u00e2\u0080\u0099r pie\\nagain;\\nBut, thinkin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 uv the things you\u00e2\u0080\u0099d like to see upon that\\ntree,\\nJes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 \u00e2\u0080\u0099fore Christmas be as good as you kin be!\\nWHEN WE ARE MEN.\\nY\\\\J HAT will we be when we are men?\\nWe boys, with open brow;\\nWill we think, or say, or do things, then,\\nWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099d be ashamed of now?\\nWill the height of our ambition be\\nTo dress without a flaw?\\nTo sport an eyeglass, swing a cane,\\nAnd be a dude, \u00e2\u0080\u009cye knaw?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "114\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nOr like an engine will we puff (imitate smoker)\\nAlong life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s trial track?\\nBrains too befogged for a clear look\\nAhead, or up, or back.\\nOr shall we ever learn to quaff\\nThe fire-water down?\\nWill it make of us a demon?\\nOr a piteous, tottering clown?\\nAnd when we come to vote for this,\\nOur nation\u00e2\u0080\u0099s weal or woe,\\nWill gold or liquor tempt us, then,\\nTo let our birthright go?\\nShall blind ambition cast its blight?\\nOr weary chase for gold\\nShall we e\u00e2\u0080\u0099er say that might is right?\\nShall our warm hearts grow cold?\\nBoys, let our hearts, our deeds, our lives.\\nBe worthy offerings;\\nOur \u00e2\u0080\u009cfootprints on the sands of time,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLead up to higher things.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.\\nTHE DOODLE BIRD.\\nHEN, just below the eastern sky,\\nv Y The giant Morning blinks his eye\\nAnd groans: \u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, dear, I greatly fear\\nI have a long day\u00e2\u0080\u0099s work in view!\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS. 115\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Tis then that far and near is heard\\nThe clear voice of the Doodle bird\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nInsistently to you and me\\nIt calls: \u00e2\u0080\u009cO\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock-a-doodle-doo!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe Doodle bird is strong and bold\\nAnd dressed in colors manifold\\nAnd he delights in gory fights,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Tis said\u00e2\u0080\u0094I hope it isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t true.\\nAnd ev\u00e2\u0080\u0099ry day at early morn\\nHe wakes us with a scream of scorn,\\nWhich (those who know will swear \u00e2\u0080\u0099tis so)\\nRuns thus: \u00e2\u0080\u009cO\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock-a-doodle-doo!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHow what an aggravating call\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTo not tell what o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock at all!\\nIf it would say what time of day\\nWe might arise from bed\u00e2\u0080\u0094would you?\\nOf all the birds that roost or nest\\nThe Doodle bird is foolishest,\\nBecause he breaks his rest to jest\\nAbout \u00e2\u0080\u009cO\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock-a-doodle-doo!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Chicago Record.\\nTHE MERCHANT\u00e2\u0080\u0099S CHOICE.\\nA MERCHANT, seeking for a clerk,\\nAddressed two hoys as follows:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSay, hoys, which would you rather be,\\nDomestic ducks, or swallows?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "116 CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI would rather be a swallow, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nReplied one boy with vim,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFor swallows soar above the earth\\nWhile ducks just walk or swim;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd ducks are such slow, stupid birds\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSuch clumsy, waddling things\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThey have hard work to walk at all,\\nAnd seldom use their wings.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFd ruther be a duck, I vow!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe other boy replied,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFer all the needs o\u00e2\u0080\u0099 ducks, yer see,\\nAre easily supplied.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThey never work, nor worry much,\\nThey jes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 trus\u00e2\u0080\u0099 ter the\u00e2\u0080\u0099r luck,\\nA gently floating down the stream,\\nOh, I wud be a duck!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe merchant turned upon his heel,\\nWhat need to question more?\\nAnd now the boy who first replied,\\nIs head clerk in his store.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Rufus Clark Landon, in N. Y. Observer.\\nMY MA, SHE KNOWS.\\n/V/l Y pa, he scolds me jes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 becuz\\nHe sez I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m gittin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 tough;\\nHe says my face is never clean,\\nMy hands are always rough;", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n117\\nFm not behavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 like I should\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 goin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 wrong, I s\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose,\\nBut ma, she takes an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 pats my hand\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 smiles, becuz she knows.\\nMy pa hain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t got no use fer boys;\\nI s\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose he wants \u00e2\u0080\u0099em men;\\nI wonder if he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s clean forgot\\nThe boy he must \u00e2\u0080\u0099a\u00e2\u0080\u0099 been;\\nFer ma, she says they\u00e2\u0080\u0099re all alike\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Bout face an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 hands an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 clothes,\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 says Fll learn to be a man;\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 ma, I guess she knows.\\nMy pa, he says I ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t no good\\nAt doin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 anything;\\nFd ruther fool away the time,\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 whistle, dance an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 sing;\\nBut ma, she smiles an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 says I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m young,\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 then she up an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 goes\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 kisses me, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 shows me how;\\nFer ma, you bet, she knows.\\nMy pa, he says Fll never be\\nA business man, like him.\\nBecause I hain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t got any \u00e2\u0080\u009cdrive,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd \u00e2\u0080\u009cget-up,\u00e2\u0080\u009d \u00e2\u0080\u009cpluck\u00e2\u0080\u009d and \u00e2\u0080\u009cvim;\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut ma, she says, so solemn like,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a boy that grows;\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 boys must have their playin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 spells;\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 ma\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a trump, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 knows!", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "118\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nMy pa, he shakes his head an* sighs,\\nAn* says he doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see\\nWhere I get all the careless ways\\nThat seem jes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 born in me;\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 ma, she laughs, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 laughs, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 laughs.\\nTill pa\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face crimson grows,\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 then she says, \u00e2\u0080\u0099Tis very queer,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut, somehow, ma, she knows.\\nMy ma, she knows \u00e2\u0080\u0099most everything\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Bout boys, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 what they like;\\nShe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s never scoldin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 \u00e2\u0080\u0099bout the muss\\nI make with kites and bike;\\nShe says she wants me to be good\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 conquer all my foes,\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 you jes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 bet I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m goin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 to be,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Cuz my sweet ma, she knows.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Birch Arnold.\\nTHE WATERING TROUGH.\\nBY SARAH K. BOLTON.\\nT HE sun was scorching like the Simoon\u00e2\u0080\u0099s breath\\nA Tired horses toiled along the busy street;\\nPatient and faithful, with no goal but death,\\nWith parching tongues, and weary, aching feet.\\nDogs panted as they ran, and looked in vain\\nFor cooling water, by which all things live;\\nWhat God sends freely in refreshing rain,\\nA Christian city had forgot to give.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n119\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat can I do for good unto the least?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA woman mused, that sultry afternoon;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWater unto the thirsty, man and beast,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhispered a voice, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwould be the greatest boon.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA simple trough was made; beside it stood\\nA new tin cup that glistened in the sun;\\nA trifling act it seemed, and yet the good\\nCould not be measured when the year was done.\\nDay after day, from morning until night,\\nThe thankful horses never passed it by;\\nTo her who gave it, ever a delight;\\nFor what is life, but constant ministry?\\nThe trough will do its work for years to come;\\nThe worn tin cup its blessed use will show;\\nOthers will build for creatures poor and dumb;\\nWho helps the world has made his Heaven below.\\nMAY BE SO.\\nBY RUTH McENERY STUART.\\nS EPTEMBER butterflies flew thick\\nO\u00e2\u0080\u0099er flower-bed and clover-rick,\\nWhen little Miss Penelope,\\nWho watched them from grandfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s knee,\\nSaid, \u00e2\u0080\u009cGrandpa, what\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a butterfly?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhere do flowers go when they die?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nFor questions hard as hard can be\\nI recommend Penelope.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "120 CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nBut grandpa had a playful way\\nOf dodging things too hard to say,\\nBy giving fantasies instead\\nOf serious answers, so he said,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhene\u00e2\u0080\u0099er a tired old flow T er must die,\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s soul mounts in a butterfly;\\nJust now a dozen snow-wings sped\\nFrom out that white petunia bed;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd if you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll search, you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll find, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sure,\\nA dozen shriveled cups or more;\\nEach pansy folds her purple cloth,\\nAnd soars aloft in velvet moth.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSo, when tired sunflower doffs her cap\\nOf yellow frills to take a nap,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Tis but that this surrender brings\\nHer soul\u00e2\u0080\u0099s release on golden wings.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut is this so? It ought to be,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSaid little Miss Penelope;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBecause I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sure, dear grandpa, you\\nWould only tell the thing that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s true.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAre all the butterflies that fly\\nReal angels of the flowers that die?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrandfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes looked far away\\nAs if he scarce knew what to say.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDear little Blossom,\u00e2\u0080\u009d stroking now\\nThe golden hair upon her brow,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n121\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0094can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\u00e2\u0080\u0094exactly\u00e2\u0080\u0094say\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0094know it,\\nI only heard it from a poet.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd poets\u00e2\u0080\u0099 eyes see wondrous things,\\nGreat mysteries of Howlers and wfings.\\nAnd marvels of the earth and sea\\nAnd sky, they tell us constantly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut we can never prove them right,\\nBecause w 7 e lack their finer sight;\\nAnd they, lest we should think them wrong,\\nWeave their strange stories into song.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSo beautiful, so seeming true,\\nSo confidently stated too,\\nThat we, not knowing yes or no.\\nCan only hope they may he so.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut grandpapa, no tale should close\\nWith ifs or huts or may-be-sos,\\nSo let us play we\u00e2\u0080\u0099re poets, too,\\nAnd then we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll know that this is true.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Round Table.\\nSANTA AT THE KLONDIKE.\\nA FAIRY came to Christmas Hall,\\nAnd strange news did he bring,\\nOf crowds of men, with picks and spades,\\nAll busy shoveling,\\nSo near, it seemed, that Santa Claus\\nMight hear their shovels ring.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "122\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSo strange a tale,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Santa Claus,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI cannot understand;\\nSoon they\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be breaking up the ice\\nIn our own Santa Land.\\nHo! hitch my swiftest reindeers up,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOld Santa gave command.\\nAway, away went Santa Claus,\\nWith chime of silver bell,\\nAnd soon came flying home again\\nWith wondrous tale to tell,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhile Mother Santa punched the fire\\nAnd warmed his slippers well.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know the Klondike Kiver, wife?\\nWell, now, if I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d been told,\\nI wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have believed it true,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe river\u00e2\u0080\u0099s full of gold!\\nAnd that is what they\u00e2\u0080\u0099re digging for,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThose miners stout and bold.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut men can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t live on gold alone;\\nWhy, one poor fellow said\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098He\u00e2\u0080\u0099d give his biggest nugget for\\nA loaf of mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s bread,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd with a chunk of butter, too.\\nHe\u00e2\u0080\u0099d call it quite a spread.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat houseless, homeless, hungry throng,\\nI seem to see them yet;\\nTheir cheerless camp, their meager board\\nI never can forget;", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n123\\nIt sobered jolly Santa Claus\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut, mother, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you fret.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNow, we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll just hang the kettles on,\\nThe large ones and the small,\\nFor I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve invited the whole camp\\nTo dine at Christmas Hall;\\nOne of your good Christmas dinners\\nWill warm and cheer them all.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNow call the Christmas fairies in\\nTo help you out, my dear,\\nAnd I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll go call the reindeers up\\nAnd get the sleighs in gear.\\nThe whole herd will he needed\\nTo bring our guests this year.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094H. D. C.\\nA GLORIOUS FOURTH.\\nITTLE Adelbert arose at four\\nAnd crept downstairs to the big front door.\\nAnd down the walk to the garden gate,\\nAnd there he started to celebrate.\\nWith bursting cracker and roaring gun\\nHe waked the neighbors, every one;\\nHe scared the cat out of all her sense,\\nAnd blew the slats off the picket fence,\\nAnd came to breakfast with one black eye,\\nAnd said: \u00e2\u0080\u009cHooray, for the Fourth of July!\u00e2\u0080\u0099", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "124\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nHe ate with hurry and frantic haste,\\nFor never a minute had he to waste;\\nThen out again to the fray he sprang\\nAnd turned things loose with a mighty \u00e2\u0080\u009cbang!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe fizzed and spluttered and boomed and crashed,\\nWhile dishes rattled and windows smashed;\\nAnd when, all grimy and sore and lame,\\nTorn and tousled, to lunch he came.\\nOn his swollen lips was the joyous cry:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAin\u00e2\u0080\u0099t I glad it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the Fourth of July!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAll that day, till the twilight\u00e2\u0080\u0099s close,\\nThe powder-smoke from the garden rose;\\nAll day long, in the heat and dust,\\nLittle Adelbert \u00e2\u0080\u009cbanged\u00e2\u0080\u009d and \u00e2\u0080\u009cbust,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nTill, just as the shadows began to creep.\\nHe blew himself in a senseless heap.\\nBurnt and blistered and minus hair,\\nThey brought him in for the doctor\u00e2\u0080\u0099s care;\\nBut, late that night, he was heard to sigh:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI wish every day was the Fourth of July!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Joe Lincoln, in L. A. W. Bulletin.\\nCAPTAIN NATHAN HALE.\\nC EE! Washington, alone with all\\nHis captains round, in bitterest need,\\nSits in still council, loth to call\\nThe one man for the perilous deed.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n125\\nThe one man who must dare\u00e2\u0080\u0094nor doubt\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHis way to yonder camp to make,\\nAnd wring the British secret out\\nBefore the sleeping lion wake.\\nThen come the men of Congress\u00e2\u0080\u0099 own\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhat man of these is doomed to go?\\nTo cross the lonely sound, alone.\\nWhile wind and w^ater mutter low?\\nHe knows his guerdon may be death.\\nWhat wonder if his cheek were pale?\\nWho is he? Each one holds his breath.\\nThen\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cI will go,\u00e2\u0080\u009d says Captain Hale.\\nOh, dark the sky and deep the sea,\\nAnd one who loves him, with her prayer\\nKeeps God awake all night!\u00e2\u0080\u0094Will he\\nThink of his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s long despair?\\nAh, Captain Hale, your time is brief.\\nHow shadow-still! He walks on air!\\nWhat if the whisper of a leaf\\nShould warn that sentinel! \u00e2\u0080\u009cWho goes there?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe knows all that his chief would know;\\nHe moves with phantom silence back\\nTo tell his tale. He starts, and, lo!\\nThe enemy is on his track!\\nSomewhere a Tory bloodhound bayed\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe hunt is up! An alien king", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "126 CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nCan take, dishonored and betrayed,\\nThe young man in his flower of spring.\\nThe young man? Let us reverence less\\nThe hero with his head of snows\\nThan him who does not fear to press\\nThe grave-dust with a cheek of rose.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Sarah Piatt.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTHEY SAY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nT T AYE you heard of the terrible family \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey\\nAnd the dreadful, venomous things they say\\nWhy, half the gossip under the sun,\\nIf you trace it back, you will find begun\\nIn that wretched House of \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA numerous family, so I am told,\\nAnd its genealogical tree is old;\\nFor ever since Adam and Eve began\\nTo build up the turious race of man,\\nHas existed the House of \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGossip-mongers and spreaders of lies,\\nHorrid people whom all despise!\\nAnd yet the best of us, now and then,\\nRepeat queer tales about women and men,\\nAnd quote the House of \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThey live like lords and never labor.\\nA \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\u00e2\u0080\u009d one task is to watch his neighbor.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n127\\nAnd tell his business and private affairs,\\nTo the world at large they are sowers of tares,\\nThese folks in the House of \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt is wholly useless to follow a \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWith a whip or a gun, for he slips away\\nAnd into his house, where you cannot go.\\nIt is locked and bolted and guarded so\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThis horrible House of \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThough you cannot get in, yet they get out,\\nAnd spread their villainous tales about.\\nOf all the rascals under the sun\\nWho have come to punishment, never one\\nBelonged to the House of \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Ella Wheeler Wilcox, in Youth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Companion.\\nTHE SLEEPING OF THE WIND.\\nBY CHARLES B. GOING.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cP HE great red moon was swinging\\nAlow in the purple east;\\nThe robins had ceased from singing;\\nThe noise of the day had ceased;\\nThe golden sunset islands\\nHad faded into the sky,\\nAnd warm from the seas of silence\\nA wind of sleep came by.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "128\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nIt came so balmy and resting\\nThat the treetop breathed a kiss,\\nAnd a drowsy wood-bird, nesting,\\nChirped a wee note of bliss;\\nIt stole over fragrant thickets\\nAs soft as an owl could fly,\\nAnd whispered to tiny crickets\\nThe words of a lullaby.\\nThen slowly the purple darkened,\\nThe whispering trees were still,\\nAnd the hush of the woodland harkened\\nTo a crying whip-poor-will;\\nAnd the moon grew whiter, and by it\\nThe shadows lay dark and deep;\\nBut the fields were empty and quiet,\\nFor the wind had fallen asleep.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Ladies\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Home Journal.\\nA DAIRY IN 1HE MEADOW.\\nT HERE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S a dairy in the meadow that I just found\\nout to-day\\nAs I chanced to pass along the grass, in wondering,\\ndreamy way,\\nI saw a cowslip by me, and the whole truth came to\\nme,\\nIn hazy, mazy outline, that my thought explored to\\nsee.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n129\\nThe buttercups were standing with their shining\\nbowls full filled\\nBy a gilt-edged mass all gleaming, as if the sun had\\nspilled\\nA little of its sunshine, in a dazzling, dripping ray,\\nAdown the streaming splendors of a sultry, summer\\nday.\\nThe milkweed held its liquid with sealed and certain\\ngrasp,\\nThe high stems were the quart cans; the silky leaves\\nthe clasp,\\nAnd Fm certain by the richness of the cream that\\ntrickled through,\\nNo water had been added\u00e2\u0080\u0094not the smallest drop of\\ndew.\\nThe daisies were the milkmaids. They wore spot\u00c2\u00ac\\nless ruffled caps,\\nWhich they pulled securely hound them to take their\\nmorning naps,\\nAnd their faces shone so brightly o\u00e2\u0080\u0099er their tidy\\ngreen print dress\\nThat the meadow-lark flew downward to give them\\na caress.\\nThe breezes are the coolers; they are fanning by the\\nhour,\\nSo butter keeps its firmness, and cream is never sour;\\nWhile the water drips and gurgles from a faucet in\\nthe sky", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "130\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nTo wash the tiny milk-pails for the smiling sun to\\ndry.\\nThe dairy in the meadow is beneath a sky so blue\\nThat a little shine from Heaven seems to try and\\nglimmer through.\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll discover it, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m certain, if you look some sun\u00c2\u00ac\\nlit day\\nFor the fairy little dairy in the meadow by the way.\\nTHE FUNDAMENTAL RULE.\\nY\\\\J HEN years ago I went to school\\nv y We were compelled by one great rule\\nAll other rules to master.\\nUnlike the splendid \u00e2\u0080\u009cgolden\u00e2\u0080\u009d one,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Twas feared by all and loved by none,\\nAnd memorized much faster.\\nTo rouse the thoughts, to brighten wit,\\nThe teacher oft referred to it.\\nAnd to incite endeavor.\\nTo many sums it proved the key;\\nIt kept the boys in misery,\\nBut in their lessons clever.\\nOne day when I came late to school\\nThe teacher pointed to the rule\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHis countenance was awful!\\nAnd then and there, most thoroughly,\\nBy this great rule he proved to me\\nThat lagging was unlawful.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS. 131\\nAnd oft the rule was taken down,\\nBecause I called a verb a noun\\nOr missed a sum in fractions.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHold out your hand,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the teacher d say;\\nAnd for the rest of that sad day\\nThat rule controlled my actions.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094William G. Kemper.\\nFOR MEMORIAL DAY.\\nFLORENCE JOSEPHINE BOYCE.\\nO CATTER the flowers o er graves that are green,\\nScatter the flowers neath skies that are blue;\\nSunlight is stealing the mountains between,\\nComrades are sleeping, for battle is through.\\nFighting together, they stood to the last,\\nMarshaled together at beat of the drum.\\nSome from the ranks, ere the victory past,\\nBeckoned beyond to their heavenly home.\\nSome left to finish the battle of life,\\nSome but to tarry awhile by the way\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAll from the darkness, the din, and the strife\\nPassing together\u00e2\u0080\u0094the blue and the gray.\\nRanks have been broken and hearts left to grieve;\\nTies that were dear have been severed in twain;\\nStill, in the web of existence, we weave\\nFlowers of love till we meet them again.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "132\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nThen, while the sunlight falls soft in its sheen\\nOver the earth that is jeweled with dew,\\nScatter the flowers o\u00e2\u0080\u0099er graves that are green.\\nScatter the flowers \u00e2\u0080\u0099neath skies that are blue.\\nTHE SONG OF THE WHEAT.\\nT OW and sweet is the song of the wheat\\nIn its murmurings manifold.\\nAnd lovingly kind the whispering wind\\nThat sweeps o\u00e2\u0080\u0099er its harp of gold.\\nIt nestles and croons in the drowsy noons,\\nAs the clouds skim over its crest,\\nAnd it soothes and sighs with its lullabies.\\nAs it cradles the sun in the west.\\nThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a minor strain of hunger and pain\\nThat breaks into happy voice\\nAnd whispers afar, \u00e2\u0080\u009cWherever you are,\\n0 starving ones, rejoice!\\nOver the sea you are pleading for me,\\nWeary and hopeless you stand;\\nBe steady and true, I am coming to you.\\nFrom the beautiful sunflower land.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n0 wind of the sea you whisper to me,\\nFrom the past of the prairie you greet.\\nAnd eddy and toss your furrows across\\nThe whirl of the winsome wheat.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS. 133\\nYou are joyous and true as the billowy blue,\\nThe sails of your ships are furled,\\nAnd you\u00e2\u0080\u0099re singing a song the glad day long\\nThat is echoed around the world.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Emma Playter Seabury.\\nPLAYMATES.\\nHT WO little puppies, full of play,\\nWith a bone to worry and toss,\\nWere sporting together the livelong day,\\nAnd they never seemed vexed or cross.\\nThree little squirrels, gray and wee,\\nAnd spry and light as a bird,\\nPlayed all day long in the old oak-tree,\\nAnd they never said one sharp word.\\nFour little pussies, the little dears,\\nClimbed up on the garden wall,\\nThey played with each others\u00e2\u0080\u0099 tails and ears.\\nAnd never quarreled at all.\\nFive little birds, such a very tight fit.\\nIn one little tiny nest,\\nNever crowded nor shoved nor pushed one bit\\nFor the place that each liked best.\\nSix little chicks in the grass so green,\\nSeven little ducks in the brook,\\nNever gave one another, as I have seen,\\nOne angry or unkind look.\\nEight little lambs went to frolic and feed\\nIn the meadows broad and bright.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "134\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENT S.\\nAnd the dear little things never once disagreed,\\nFrom the dawn of day till night.\\nNine little boys were playing ball,\\nBut they made such a fuss, oh dear!\\nAnd wrangled and scolded and screamed and all,\\nThat it tired my ears to hear.\\nAnd that is the way, I am sorry to say,\\nFor wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it just too bad?\\nThey have lost, on this pleasant summer day,\\nAll the fun that they might have had.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. H. Thomas.\\nA LESSON IN ASTRONOMY.\\nFor ten girls and boys.\\nCover ten hoops with yellow cloth or paper. Place the name\\nof a planet on eight of them and \u00e2\u0080\u009cSun,\u00e2\u0080\u009d \u00e2\u0080\u009cMoon,\u00e2\u0080\u009d on the remain\u00c2\u00ac\\ning two. Hang hoops about neck with ribbons.\\nSun. Girl with \u00e2\u0080\u009cGolden hair all loose and shin\u00c2\u00ac\\ning.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Large artificial sunflower at back of head;\\nleaves standing around head like rays.\\nMercury. Small boy with wings fastened to cap.\\nVenus. Girl, with wreath.\\nEarth. Girl, with spray of green leaves.\\nMoon. Very small girl.\\nMars. Soldier boy, with large dart.\\nJupiter. Boy, with crown and scepter.\\nSaturn. Boy standing inside hoops, which he\\nholds in both hands.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n135\\nUranus. Girl, with large star above forehead.\\nNeptune. Sailor hoy.\\nComet. Boy, with long yellow sash.\\nEarth Recites.\\nI.\\nHr HE Solar System puzzled us,\\nMiss Mary said she thought it would,\\nAnd so she gave us each a name,\\nAnd made it all into a game,\\nAnd then we understood.\\nII.\\nTheresa, with her golden hair\\nAll loose and shining, was the Sun.\\nAnd round her Mercury and Mars,\\nVenus, and all the other stars\\nStood waiting, every one.\\nIII.\\nI was the Earth, with little Nell\\nBeside me for the Moon so round.\\nAnd Saturn had two hoops for rings,\\nAnd Mercury a pair of wings,\\nAnd Jupiter was crowned.\\nIV.\\nThen when Miss Mary waved her hand,\\nEach slow and stately in our place,\\nWe circled round the Sun.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "136\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n[Play or sing march while they \u00e2\u0080\u009ccircle round the sun;\u00e2\u0080\u0099\u00e2\u0080\u0099 moon\\ncircling about earth. Comet rushes in, breaks up march and\\nscatters all, except earth, who finishes recitation. Let them ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nclaim, A comet! A comet! as they scatter.]\\nWe circled round the Sun, until\\nA Comet, that was little Will,\\nCame rushing on through space.\\nV.\\nHe darted straight into our midst,\\nHe whirled among us like a flash.\\nThe stars w r ent flying, and the Sun,\\nAnd laughing, breathless, wild with fun,\\nThe \u00e2\u0080\u009cSystem\u00e2\u0080\u009d went to smash!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Youth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Companion.\\nA WORLD-REFORMER.\\nTwo Boys.\\nBY SAM WALTER FOSS.\\nJohn.\\nO AID Farmer John to Joiner Ned:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCome put a back door on my shed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nNed.\\nSays Joiner Ned to Farmer John:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI cannot put your back door on.\\nThe Guild I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m interested in\\nFor the abolishment of sin,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n13\\nMeets at my house this very day.\\nAnd so I cannot get away.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJohn.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, after you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve abolished sin\\nCome down to-morrow and begin;\\nI want that back door in my shed,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSaid Farmer John to Joiner Ned.\\nNed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTo-morrow, neither, can I come.\\nThe Friends of the Millennium\\nMeet at the house of Deacon Kent\\nAnd I am first Vice-President.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJohn.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell then, next Wednesday, without doubt,\\nWhen your millennium\u00e2\u0080\u0099s started out,\\nJust let it take its course and spread,\\nAnd put that back door in my shed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nNed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI read an essay Wednesday, John,\\nBefore the Culture Club, upon\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098The Easiest Method to Kestore\\nOur Long-lost Eden Here Once More\u00e2\u0080\u0099;\\nTo foster peace, abolish war,\\nAnd render virtues popular.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJohn.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, get your Eden here all right\\nBy sundown, prompt, next Wednesday night,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "138\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nAnd then, next Thursday morning, Ned,\\nCome put that hack door on my shed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nNed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Anti-Hunger Club convenes\\nNext Thursday, down to Hiram Green\u00e2\u0080\u0099s,\\nAnd I have promised to orate\\nOn how to crush and extirpate\\nMan\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tendency for fish and meat,\\nHis groveling desire to eat.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJohn.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you come down by and by.\\nWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll say two years from next July?\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll have your various schemes put through,\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll have the universe new;\\nCome down, then, with your tool-kit, Ned,\\nAnd put that back door in my shed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nNed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI think,\u00e2\u0080\u009d says Ned, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll take that chance\\nIf you will pay me in advance;\\nFor my wife says that we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve no meat\\nAnd no flour in the house to eat;\\nThis cash may save domestic strife\\nAnd kind of pacify my wife.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL entertainments.\\n139\\nCOLUMBIA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S BAKING DAY.\\nA Character Song, to the tune of Yankee Doodle.\\nTake an old sheet and mark the musical staff and scale upon\\nit, making the notes of such a size that, when the cloth is cut\\naway, a face can be inserted in the openings. Stretch the cloth\\nsmoothly and firmly across the stage and place singers behind it\\nin their respective positions. Let each note, when singing their\\nverse, sing in the pitch denoted by their position upon the staff\\nand let the chorus be sung in the same pitch, which can be given\\nin each instance by the accompanist.\\nColumbia wears a blue dress, a large white apron trimmed with\\nred stripes, and a white baker\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cap with red and blue band.\\nUncle Sam. Usual costume.\\nColumbia sings. Air, Yankee Doodle.\\nr T HIS is Columbia\u00e2\u0080\u0099s baking day:\\nA It keeps me busy, too, sir;\\nFor, with so many mouths to feed,\\nI have enough to do, sir.\\nFm proud of my large family,\\nAnd love them every one, sir;\\nAnd my adopted children, too,\\nThey come, and come, and come, sir.\\nThis is the way I set my bread, (Point to staff.)\\nSo wholesome and so sweet, sir.\\nThese wide awake ingredients\\nWill give you my receipt, sir.\\nLower Do.\\nI am the Yankee Doodle do; (dough)\\nColumbia just has set me:\\nBut by and by Fll rise up high.\\nFor that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s my style, you bet ye!", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nChorus. [All.)\\nYankee Doodle, doodle dough,\\nTell you, it comes handy;\\nSing it high and sing it low,\\nYankee dough is dandy!\\nRa.\\nI am a Yankee Doodle Ray,\\nA little ray of light, sir.\\nMixed with the Yankee Doodle dough\\nDll bring it up all right, sir.\\nChorus.\\nMe.\\nA fine ingredient am I,\\nAs you can plainly see, sir.\\nThe dough would never rise so high\\nIf it was not for me, sir.\\nChorus.\\nFa.\\nLeave me out and you\u00e2\u0080\u009911 say \u00e2\u0080\u009cPhaugh!\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sure there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s something lacking.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut with the \u00e2\u0080\u009cFa\u00e2\u0080\u009d in proper place\\nYour lips you will be smacking.\\nChorus.\\nSol.\\nAn enterprising soul am I,\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m bound to make things go, sir.\\nI am the very heart and soul.\\nOf Yankee Doodle dough, sir.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n141\\nChorus.\\nLa.\\nHere in this law abiding land\\nAll listen to the law, sir:\\nI deal it with impartial hand,\\nThe best yon ever saw, sir.\\nChorus.\\nCe.\\nOh ho! the Yankee Doodle dough\\nIs high as it can be, sir;\\nAnd being up so near the top\\nEnables me to see, sir.\\nChorus.\\nUpper Do.\\nBehold! the Yankee Doodle dough\\nHas risen to great hight, sir.\\nPile on the wood, rake out the coals,\\nAnd have the oven right, sir.\\nChorus.\\nColumbia.\\nAnd not alone for bread they cry,\\nNo, not by any means, sir:\\nThe Yankees want their pumpkin pie\\nAnd also their baked beans, sir.\\nAnd my adopted children, too,\\nWill also want their rations.\\nBut, thank my stars! I have enough\\nTo feed the whole creation.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "142\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n[Enter Uncle Sam. He sings.]\\nSo this is bakin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 clay, my dear;\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m glad your bread hez risen:\\nFer Foot hez spoke fer a big batch\\nAn Otis he wants hisen.\\nWherever there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a hungry mouth,\\nIn this, or any land, sir,\\nIf east or west, or north or south,\\nAmeriky\u00e2\u0080\u0099s on hand, sir.\\nLet\u00e2\u0080\u0099s feed \u00e2\u0080\u0099em with the bread of life\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 keep the coffee bilin\u00e2\u0080\u0099;\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 never let King Alcohol\\nAll our good work be spilin\u00e2\u0080\u0099.\\nChorus.\u00e2\u0080\u0094[In which Uncle Sam joins, heartily.]\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.\\nEVOLUTION OF THE CHRISTMAS STOCKING.\\nA Song and Pantomime for Little Girls.\\nLet the little girls be dressed in grandmother style with hand\u00c2\u00ac\\nkerchiefs crossed over the breast and pretty frilled caps.\\nMake a fireplace of a large dry goods box. Have it open at the\\ntop and remove one side. Nail a board across the top, allowing\\nit to project at the front, for a mantelpiece. Cover the mantel\\nwith drapery and the inside of the box with brown calico. Hang\\na curtain above the mantel, and at the sides of the box, to con\u00c2\u00ac\\nceal the manner of old Santa\u00e2\u0080\u0099s appearing in the fireplace.\\nBefore beginning the song let the little girls step forward and\\nbackward and move hands, as in spinning, while an unseen\\nviolinist imitates the sound of a spinning wheel by holding down\\nstrings of a violin and running the bow across them. This might,\\nalso, be done after each chorus.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n143\\nSPINNING WHEEL SONG.\\nAir,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMerry Dick you soon would know\\nIf you lived in Chatham Row.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJ ISTEN to the spinning wheel.\\nFirst the toe, and then the heel,\\nForward, and then back we go.\\nSee how plump the spindles grow.\\nChorus.\\nList to the spinning wheel,\\nSpinning wheel, spinning wheel,\\nList to the spinning wheel,\\nSing it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s merry song.\\nTrip it lightly, to and fro.\\nSoon will come the Christmas snow,\\nChristmas stockings must he done,\\nAnd the yarn must soon be spun.\\nChorus.\\nListen to the busy hum:\\nMerry Christmas soon will come.\\nTrip it, lightly, to and fro;\\nSo the Christmas stockings grow.\\nChorus.\\n[Stand still and imitate turning of reel.]\\nSONG OF THE REEL.\\nRest a little, toe and heel,\\nWhile we turn the busy reel.\\nTurn it briskly, oh, such fun!\\nSnap! another skein is done.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "144\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nChorus.\\nFly, fly my busy reel,\\nBusy reel, busy reel,\\nCount them, my busy reel,\\nSkeins of Christmas yarn.\\nChristmas stockings, if you please,\\nShould come up above the knees;\\nChildren always like them so\\nCause they hold so much, you know.\\nChorus.\\nMany, many skeins Twill take\\nAll those Christmas hose to make,\\nNice and long, of softest wool;\\nGood old SantaTl fill them full.\\nChorus.\\nTake places, in couples, facing each other. One goes through\\npantomime of holding skein of yarn for winding, the other of\\nwinding the ball.\\nSONG OF THE BALL.\\nThis the way the ball is wound,\\nOver, under, round and round.\\nSo the merry children small\\nWind the Christmas stocking ball.\\nChorus.\\nWind, winding, round and round,\\nRound and round, round and round,\\nWind, winding, round and round,\\nChristmas stocking ball.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n145\\n[Pantomime of knitting.]\\nKNITTING SONG.\\nListen to our needles click\\nLong and slender, bright and quick.\\nKnitting needles click and gleam,\\nRound and round and mind the seam.\\nChorus.\\nList to our needles click,\\nBright and quick, bright and quick,\\nList to our needles click,\\nNeedles bright and quick.\\nRound and round, quick as a wink,\\nTime to narrow, now, we think;\\nSwiftly flies the shining steel,\\nNow we\u00e2\u0080\u0099re almost to the heel.\\nChorus.\\nShape it neatly; grandma, kind,\\nTaught us how to slip and bind.\\nRound and round and round we go:\\nNow we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll narrow off the toe.\\nChorus.\\nChristmas stockings all are done\\nAnd we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll hang them, every one,\\nOn the mantel and, what fun!\\nWait for Santa Claus to come,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "146\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nHave stockings lying on mantel and nails driven ready for hang\u00c2\u00ac\\ning them. Children hang stockings and seat themselves on the\\nfloor around the fireplace. They sing,\\nWAITING FOR SANTA CLAUS.\\nChorus.\\nWait, wait for Santa Clans,\\nSanta Clans, Santa Claus,\\nWait, wait for Santa Claus,\\nGood old Santa Claus.\\nWhen we hear his sleigh bells sweet\\nWe will hide, and slyly peep\\nTill he fills them, to the toe,\\nThen we will surprise him so.\\nChorus.\\nTurn lights low. Children begin to nod and rub eyes.\\nWhy, what makes my neck so weak?\\nLashes won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t stay off my cheek,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nEyelids-won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t-stay-off-my-eyes.\\nWon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t-old-San-ta-be-sur-prised\\nChildren fall asleep in various pretty attitudes. A pack falls\\ninto the fireplace followed by old Santa. He gazes around on the\\nchildren, then puts his hands on his sides and laughs heartily (in\\npantomime). He fills the stockings, looks at the children again\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd laying his finger aside of his nose,\\nAnd, giving a wink, up the chimney he goes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nTurn up the lights. An unseen choir sings a Christmas carol.\\nThe children waken, rub their eyes, and seem surprised and be\u00c2\u00ac\\nwildered. They sing,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n147\\nCHRISTMAS MORNING.\\nAir,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGood Morning, Merry Sunshine.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhy, if it isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t morning!\\nJnst see the sunshine smile;\\nTo think we watched for Santa Claus\\nAnd sleeping all the while.\\nWhy, this is Christmas morning!\\nAnd oh, just see! just see!\\nOld Santa\u00e2\u0080\u0099s filled our stockings just\\nAs full as they can be!\\nChildren rush to the mantel and take down stockings with ges\u00c2\u00ac\\ntures of delight. They hold them up to the audience and sing.\\nJust see our Christmas stockings!\\nWe think they are good sized.\\nAnd, after all, we\u00e2\u0080\u0099re pretty sure\\nOld Santa was surprised.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.\\nDIALOGUE.\\nArranged from a story in The Youth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Companion.\\nON QUANTUCK POND.\\nCHARACTERS.\\nDavy Jackman\u00e2\u0080\u0094A school boy. Old clothes very\\nmuch patched. Old boots much too large.\\nNed Nelson Mr. Nelson\\nBony Towne. Mrs. Nelson\\nChub Peters Bridget Moloney\\nJohnny Snelling", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "148\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nScene First.\\nNed, Bony, Chub and Johnny, with books, satchels, etc., going\\nhome from school.\\nChub\u00e2\u0080\u0094Wish\u00e2\u0080\u0099t that new boy would come out, sos\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nwe could have a little fun with him.\\nJohnny\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh, he wants to stay in and study.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Eraid he won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t beat us all in ciphering and hist\u00e2\u0080\u0099ry\\nand everything.\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094Maybe he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s afraid we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll tease him. We are\\nkind of rough on him, that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a fact.\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094Huh! that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s nothing. Every new boy has\\nto be picked on a little at first, you know, unless\\nhe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dressed up tip-top, and has lots of candy to treat\\nwith, and such; that makes a good deal of difference.\\nAnd anyhow, if he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s plucky, we most always give\\nover in a day or two, and use him first rate.\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094We don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t let up on Davy Jackman though,\\nus four don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t; if we did the rest would.\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094Why don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t he show a little spunk, then?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099stead of pretty near crying: great big baby; He\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\na reg\u00e2\u0080\u0099lar coward, he is.\\nChub\u00e2\u0080\u0094There he is, now!\\n(Enter Davy.)\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094Let\u00e2\u0080\u0099s all sing, \u00e2\u0080\u009cOld Rags to Sell.\u00e2\u0080\u009d (All sing.\\nDavy comes nearer.)\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh! \u00e2\u0080\u0099scuse us, Patchy. We thought \u00e2\u0080\u0099twas\\nthe rag man coming.\\nJohnny\u00e2\u0080\u0094Say, Jumbo, how\u00e2\u0080\u0099d the cars come to run\\nover your pa? Drunk wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t he?\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094Hold on! don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be in such a hurry. We\u00e2\u0080\u0099d\\nlike the pleasure of your company.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n149\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094(Catching hold of Davy) Stop a little, sir!\\nWe want to consult you about styles. You needn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\ncut us poor fellers if you are just from Paris.\\nChub\u00e2\u0080\u0094My! ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t he a dude, though\\nJohnny\u00e2\u0080\u0094Reg\u00e2\u0080\u0099lar dandy.\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094Biggest swell yet; \u00e2\u0080\u0099specially his boots;\\nthey\u00e2\u0080\u0099re awfully swell.\\nChub\u00e2\u0080\u0094Do you mind telling us where you got your\\nhat? We want to get one just like it. (Knocks off\\nhat.)\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094(Picking up hat and dusting with great care\\nand concern.) Look a here, Chub, you want to be\\ncareful how you handle that hat. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a hair-\\nloom been in the family for generations. S\u00e2\u0080\u0099pect they\\nthink a pile of it. (Places hat on Davy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s head with\\ndeferential bow.) And what a lovely patch! Hold\\nhim easy, boys, while I cut a pattern of it. (Ned\\ntears leaf out of geography. Boys hold Davy. Davy\\nbreaks away and runs.)\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094Go it boots! Run, big \u00e2\u0080\u0099fraid, run!\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094Run home and tell his ma. Good little boy,\\nhelp his ma wash. (Imitates rubbing on wash board.)\\nJohnny\u00e2\u0080\u0094Cry-baby-cripsy! Mamma kiss away\\ntears. (All imitate crying, noisily, and finish with\\na laugh.)\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094Ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t he a reg\u00e2\u0080\u0099lar calf? Say, let\u00e2\u0080\u0099s invite\\nhim to play hookey, on the pond, Thanksgiving Day.\\nWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099d get lots of fun out of him.\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094He\u00e2\u0080\u0099d beat us skating, all right, if you call\\nthat fun. He can go backwards and forwards, and\\ncut round, and make figure eights and spread eagles.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "150\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nthe greatest ever yon saw. If it wa\u00e2\u0080\u0099n\u00e2\u0080\u0099t for his old\\nskates he\u00e2\u0080\u0099d knock the socks off of us all worse yet.\\nHe wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be half bad if he wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t such a coward.\\nChub\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh pshaw! Let\u00e2\u0080\u0099s not ask him. We don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nwant the girls to see us playing with such a patchy\\nanyhow. And if he comes down there let\u00e2\u0080\u0099s leave\\nhim out of hookey and all the fun.\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094All right. He hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t any business on the\\npond, anyway.\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094Do you s\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose the ice will be hard enough\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh, yes, it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s always hard enough by Thanks\u00c2\u00ac\\ngiving, \u00e2\u0080\u0099round the edges, anyway. Ki! but won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it\\nbe fun? Just skate and skate and get hungrier and\\nhungrier, and think about the turkey and mince pie.\\nGee! but it makes my mouth water. (They gather up\\nbooks, as they talk, fall in side by side and pass off\\nstage as Ned finishes last sentence.)\\nScene Two.\\nSitting room. Mr. Nelson reading paper. Mrs. N. sewing.\\nBridget rushes in from kitchen in great excitement.\\nBridget\u00e2\u0080\u0094Och, murther but little Masther Nid is\\nkilt entoirely!\\nMr. and Mrs. N. rise excitedly. Bridget rushes across room and\\nflings open door. Bony, Chub and Johnny enter, carrying Ned.\\nMrs. N.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh! what is the matter? Is he dead?\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094No, Aunt Esther, but he fell in the pond.\\nMr. N.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Here, let me have him. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll takes him to\\nthe kitchen fire. We must get these wet things off,\\nwrap him in a warm blanket and give him a hot drink.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n151\\nBridget\u00e2\u0080\u0094An* it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mesilf will be makin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 him a cup\\nof hot ginger tay, the darlint! (Exit Mr. and Mrs.\\nN., Ned and Bridget.)\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094Fm not going till I know whether Ned\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ngoing to pull through or not; he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s my cousin, you\\nknow.\\nChub\u00e2\u0080\u0094We\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll stay, too. We want to know, too.\\nJohnny\u00e2\u0080\u0094My! what\u00e2\u0080\u0099d we do without Ned? He\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\njust boss.\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094We\u00e2\u0080\u0099d had to do without him, though, if it\\nhadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t been for Davy Jackman. Why! where\u00e2\u0080\u0099s he\\ngone?\\nChub\u00e2\u0080\u0094He didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t come in at all. Just let go of\\nNed at the door.\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u0099Shamed of his clothes, I bet you. Just\\nthink how mean we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve been to him, boys. (Enter\\nBridget.)\\nBridget\u00e2\u0080\u0094An \u00e2\u0080\u0099air yez here yet, byes? Thot\u00e2\u0080\u0099s foine,\\nfor it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Masther Nid do be wantin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 to say yez all, be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore ye do be goin\u00e2\u0080\u0099.\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh! is Ned all right, then?\\nBridget\u00e2\u0080\u0094Faith an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he is, the darlint! It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s only a\\nbit chilled he was. (Enter Mr. and Mrs. N. Mr.\\nN. carries Ned, wrapped in a blanket. Lays him\\non couch.)\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094Where\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Davy?\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094He didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t come in at all.\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh! I wanted to tell him how \u00e2\u0080\u0099shamed and\\nsorry I am.\\nMrs. N.\u00e2\u0080\u0094How did it happen, boys?\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094Why, you see, we was all skating, down on", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "152\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nthe pond, and pretty soon Johnny threw a stone across\\nthe pond. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIver-chug! kerchug!\u00e2\u0080\u009d it went, skipping\\nalong, \u00e2\u0080\u009cker-chu-ug!\u00e2\u0080\u009d And just then old Uncle John\\nDaggett came along. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBoys,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said he, \u00e2\u0080\u009cdon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t any\\non ye try to toiler that rock. Th\u00e2\u0080\u0099 ice ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t safe. I\\ncan tell by the noise she makes. Mind now!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Then\\nNed said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cWho\u00e2\u0080\u0099s afraid? I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d jes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 as lieves go over\\nas not.\u00e2\u0080\u009d \u00e2\u0080\u009cStump you to!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Johnny, quicker\u00e2\u0080\u0099n\\nscat. He\u00e2\u0080\u0099s always stumping folks, Johnny is.\\nJohnny\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m awful sorry I stumped you, Ned.\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094I guess you\u00e2\u0080\u0099d better not stump folks any\\nmore, Johnny. You see it kinder makes a fellow\\nfeel as if he wanted to do it, whether it was right\\nor not.\\nJohnny\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll never do it again, Ned; deed and\\ndouble, honor bright.\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094Just then Davy Jackman came down that\\nway; he\u00e2\u0080\u0099d been kind of skating around by himself,\\nand I said for Johnny to stump him. So he did;\\nan\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Davy said \u00e2\u0080\u009che didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want to go,\u00e2\u0080\u009d an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 we said\\nhe was afraid* to. Then we got to kind of fooling,\\nand plaguing him, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Ned knocked his hat way\\noff on the pond.\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094Now, Bony, you ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t telling that straight.\\nYou ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t telling how mean I was.\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094You wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t any meaner than the rest of\\nus.\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094Yes I was! I was the meanest one of all.\\nMr. N.\u00e2\u0080\u0094It takes a pretty brave boy to say that.\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m glad my boy is brave enough. But let Bony go\\non with his story.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n153\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094Well, when Davy said he wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t go for\\nhis hat Ned said he would. Davy an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 I said for\\nhim not to, but he did an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 by\u00e2\u0080\u0099n by the ice just went\\ndown with him. We were all scared to death an\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\ncouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do nothing but holler, all but Davy. And\\nhe just sung out for our mufflers an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 a little rock,\\nan\u00e2\u0080\u0099 \u00e2\u0080\u0099fore you could say Jack Robinson he had \u00e2\u0080\u0099em\\ntied together an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 the rock in one end. Then he crept\\nout and crept out and threw it; an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 we all helped\\npull. I tell you he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a brick, Davy Jackman is, so!\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m going to stick up for him after this, too.\\nMrs. N.\u00e2\u0080\u0094(Crying softly.) Bless him.\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094You don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know how mean we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve been to\\nhim, mamma, \u00e2\u0080\u0099specially me. We called him\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPatchy\u00e2\u0080\u009d and \u00e2\u0080\u009cJumbo\u00e2\u0080\u009d and \u00e2\u0080\u0099Fraid cat\u00e2\u0080\u009d and \u00e2\u0080\u009ccow\u00c2\u00ac\\nard,\u00e2\u0080\u009d and sang \u00e2\u0080\u009cOld rags to sell.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBridget\u00e2\u0080\u0094Och! ye little spalpanes, ye.\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u0099N way down I just believe it was \u00e2\u0080\u0099cause he\\nbeat us all in ciph\u00e2\u0080\u0099ring and hist\u00e2\u0080\u0099ry and skating \u00e2\u0080\u0099n\\neverything. Maybe the other fellows didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t feel so,\\nI didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know\u00e2\u0080\u0099s I did till I was down in that black\\ncold water grabbing at the ice that just kept breaking\\nand breaking. Seems to me I thought of everything\\nthen. I thought about how mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099d cry, and tried\\nto say a prayer but couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think of any \u00e2\u0080\u0099cept \u00e2\u0080\u009cNow\\nI lay me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBridget\u00e2\u0080\u0094Ochone! the poor darlint.\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094We was awful mean to Davy to-day; left him\\nout of our game of hookey, \u00e2\u0080\u0099n kept hollering, back\\nand forth to each other, \u00e2\u0080\u0099bout turkey \u00e2\u0080\u0099n plum pud\u00c2\u00ac\\nding.\u00e2\u0080\u0099n mince pie, when we just the same as knew", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "154\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nhe wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have any. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s how mean we were.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099N when Davy said he didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want to go out on the\\npond I said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou daresn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t! You\u00e2\u0080\u0099re a coward, Big\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Fraid!\u00e2\u0080\u009d That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s how mean I was. \u00e2\u0080\u009cGo over,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nI, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll take you home to dinner and give you\\na turkey-hone.\u00e2\u0080\u009d \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099d go if there was any need of\\nit,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, speaking real low and redding up again\\nlike a beet. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBut I promised my mother I wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\ngo where the ice wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t safe.\u00e2\u0080\u009d So\u00e2\u0080\u0099d I promised you,\\nmother, hut I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say so, I just laughed. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHo!\\nho! Mammy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s baby\u00e2\u0080\u0099d best run home to mammy!\\nsaid I; and then I did the meanest trick of all.\\nQuicker\u00e2\u0080\u0099n scat I grabbed his poor old faded hat off\\nof his head and sent it fairly whizzing over the ice.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said I, \u00e2\u0080\u009cnow there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s need of your going\\nacross. Go get your hat, Big \u00e2\u0080\u0099Fraid.\u00e2\u0080\u009d He didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nsay one word. He just sat down to pull off his\\nskates. But he looked just like he was going to cry.\\nThen I laughed again, hut I did feel kind of \u00e2\u0080\u0099shamed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t cry, baby,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said I; \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll go get your hat.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, no,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said he. \u00e2\u0080\u009c\u00e2\u0080\u0099Tisn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t worth much, and you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll get in. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t go!\u00e2\u0080\u009d But I said yes, sir-ree,\\nI would. I wa\u00e2\u0080\u0099n\u00e2\u0080\u0099t afraid of a little thin ice, I said.\\nAnd the boys cheered like sixty, all but Bony. He\\nlooked sober, and said for me not to go. But I did;\\nand I tell you, I was scared when the ice began to\\nknuckle down under me, and I wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t half-way to\\nthe hat. But I wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t go back and get laughed\\nat and called Big \u00e2\u0080\u0099Fraid myself\u00e2\u0080\u0094no, sir! So I kept\\nright on and pretty soon, without a crack or any-", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nf55\\nthing the ice just settled, and in I went all under\\nthat black, cold water.\\nMrs. N.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Well boys, I must say you have been\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009creal mean\u00e2\u0080\u009d to Davy: but I think you are sufficiently\\npunished, especially my boy. I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like to think\\nhow much worse it might have been if it hadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t been\\nfor Davy.\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094You bet we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll never do it again! Aunt\\nEsther.\\nJohnny, Chub and Ned\u00e2\u0080\u0094No sir-ree!\\nMrs. N.\u00e2\u0080\u0094All you can do now is to tell him how\\nashamed and sorry you feel, and try to make it up\\nto him. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll tell you what we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll do. Chub and\\nJohnny you run home and ask your mammas\\nif you can take dinner with Ned; Bony was com\u00c2\u00ac\\ning anyway; and we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll have Mrs. Jackman and Davy\\nover, and you boys may have a table by yourselves\\nand have all the fun you want to.\\nChub\u00e2\u0080\u0094Whoopee won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t that be boss?\\nJohnny\u00e2\u0080\u0094You bet!\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094Tell you! we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll give Davy just the best time\\nhe ever had in his life.\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094That would be just splendid! but I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m awful\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099fraid Davy wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t come. You see his clothes are\\nin pretty bad shape. Mamma can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t I give him my\\nsuit My very best Sunday go-to-meeting one\\nMrs. N.\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m glad you want him to have it, dear,\\nbut I think something more serviceable, something\\nnot second hand, would please Davy better.\\nMr. N.\u00e2\u0080\u0094I think I can fix him up in a suit that\\nyou young scamps won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t guy him about.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "1U6\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh, papa! we wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t ever!\\nJohnny\u00e2\u0080\u0094No, sir-ree!\\nChub\u00e2\u0080\u0094Not much, we wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t!\\nBony\u00e2\u0080\u0094We\u00e2\u0080\u0099re too \u00e2\u0080\u0099shamed.\\nMr. N.\u00e2\u0080\u0094And I think I can find him a hat without\\ngoing out on the pond for his old one.\\nNed\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh, papa and mamma! you\u00e2\u0080\u0099re just splendid!\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see how I came to be so mean.\\nBridget\u00e2\u0080\u0094An\u00e2\u0080\u0099 it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a foine dinner I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be gettin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 fer\\nthe byes, or me name\u00e2\u0080\u0099s not Bridget Maloney.\\nRIDDLE AFTERNOON,\\nDo not acquaint pupils with answers to riddles when giving out\\nrecitations. Have ready inexpensive representations of articles;\\nsmall doll, pencil, top, picture of robin, Jack-in-the-pulpit, (natural\\nflowers, artificial flowers or picture) thermometer, etc.\\nBefore beginning the exercises state that it is riddle afternoon\\nand some trifle will be given the one who first guesses the riddle\\ncorrectly. If they fail to guess at all show them the article and\\nhave them tell of some \u00e2\u0080\u009cshut in\u00e2\u0080\u009d boy or girl who would like it.\\nRecitation and Riddle No. 1. (Ans. Jack-in-the-pulpit.)\\nA LITTLE PREACHER.\\nLTHOLTGH I am neither\\n1 1 A monk nor a nun\\nI live in a church and\\nA beautiful one;\\nThe oldest and grandest\\nThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s under the sun.\\nThe roof, to my church, is\\nSo bright and so high", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n157\\nYou never can reach it,\\nIt s useless to try.\\nMy church has great pillars,\\nSo tall and so round!\\nThe workmen who raised them,\\nAll live under ground;\\nThough some who did light work\\nAbove it are found.\\nMy church is so large and\\nMy pulpit so small\\nYouTl have to hunt for me,\\nAnd merrily call\\nA name that don t sound like\\nA preacher s at all.\\nBut children all love it,\\nAlas and alack!\\nBefore I can give them\\nA sermon or tract,\\nThey shout, \u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, we ve found you!\\nYou dear little\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n[Place hand over mouth.]\\nNow where is my church, with\\nIt s roof high and bright?\\nAnd what are the pillars,\\nThat stand in their might?\\nAnd who are the workmen,\\nIn dark and in light?\\nNow tell me my name, and\\nYour answer is right.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "158\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nThere might be a little talk about \u00e2\u0080\u009cGod\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hrst temples,\u00e2\u0080\u009d that\\nhave great trees for pillars and the blue sky for a roof. About the\\nworkmen who live under ground (soil, moisture, etc.,) and those\\nwho live above (light, air, etc.) There might be a talk after any\\nrecitation where it could be made instructive or amusing.\\nRecitation and Riddle No. 2. (Ans. Grapes.)\\nI have a royal purple gown,\\nAnd yet, \u00e2\u0080\u0099tis strange to say,\\nPeople will always slip it oft\\nAnd throw it quite away.\\nRecitation and Riddle No. 3. (Ans. Top.)\\nHum, humming like a busy bee:\\nBut, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you think it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s funny?\\nHum, hum, humming all the day\\nAnd not a drop of honey.\\nSpin, spin, spinning all the day,\\nBut, very strange and shocking,\\nI never spin a yard of yarn\\nTo knit your winter stocking.\\nRecitation and Riddle No. 4. (Ans. Pencil.)\\nI draw queer pictures, with my toe,\\nIn black, and blue, and red;\\nThen, if they are not pretty, I\\nErase them with my head.\\nClass Recitation and Riddle No. 5.\\nSIX LITTLE STATES.\\nOutline six States on stiff cardboard and cut them out. Leave\\nopening for eyes, nose and mouth on four of them. For the other\\ntwo select States a part of whose outline, with a little assistance,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n159\\nperhaps, resembles a profile. Draw eye and side view of mouth.\\nFasten States to children\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heads with elastic braid. Two girls in\\ncenter face audience. Each carries small flag. Tops of flags nearly\\nmeet. Little girl at. right and left (the profile States) present par\u00c2\u00ac\\ntial side and back view. They lean forward as if whispering to re\u00c2\u00ac\\nmaining two, who stand facing, and slightly catching up their\\ndresses with one hand. \u00e2\u0080\u009cLittle States\u00e2\u0080\u009d recite in concert.\\nSix little States are we;\\nGood as good can be\\nName us, we command,\\nNow, as here we stand.\\nLet pupils guess each State separately. Give cardboard State to\\none who guesses right.\\nRecitation and Riddle No. 6. (Ans. Thermometer.)\\nFUNNY MISTER MERCURY.\\nA funny man, named Mercury,\\nWas living all alone\\nHis house was round as any ball,\\nAnd bright as silver shone.\\nUpon the top of this small house\\nThere stood a ladder, tall,\\nWith full a hundred rounds, or more,\\nI did not count them all.\\nIn winter time he didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like\\nTo climb this ladder tall:\\nI think, perhaps, he was afraid\\nThat he might slip and fall.\\nBut when the summer breezes came,\\nAnd drove the cold away,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "160\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nThis funny Mr. Mercury\\nWent skipping up, so gay.\\nThen you would see his little head,\\nWith streaming silver hair,\\nGo climbing up the ladder rounds\\nTo get a breath of air.\\nAnd so he d climb, and climb, until,\\nUpon the hottest day.\\nHe\u00e2\u0080\u0099d sit upon the topmost round\\nAnd fan himself, they say.\\nNow all the lads and lassies\\nCan tell, without a doubt,\\nWho funny Mr. Mercury is,\\nAnd just where he \u00e2\u0080\u009changs out.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRecitation and Riddle No. 7. (Ans. Robin-Cheer-up.)\\nMy popular song\\nHas been sung for an age;\\nBut it never wears out,\\nAnd is always the rage.\\nA brand new edition\\nIs brought cut each year:\\nThe children all know it,\\nFor, isn t it queer?\\nThere are only two words\\nIn my song of good cheer.\\nNow what is this song?\\nCan any one say?\\nAnd who is the singer?\\nSo merry and gay.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n1G1\\nRecitation and Riddle No. 8. (Ans. Doll.)\\nOh! ho! I am so gritty\\nI really, truly think\\nIf you should stick a pin in me\\nI wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t even wink.\\nI wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t cry if you should soil\\nMy prettiest new frock,\\nOr if your noisy brother\\nShould give my head a knock.\\nIf all my limbs were broken,\\nIn some great accident,\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099d smile as sweet as ever,\\nAnd lie there, quite content.\\nAlthough I am so gritty\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m gentle as a lamb.\\nCan anybody tell me\\nJust who, and what, I am?\\nA SELFISH LITTLE BOY.\\nReading or recitation and tableaux.\\nFirst Tableau.\\nGroup of happy children playing \u00e2\u0080\u009ckeep school.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Have this\\ntableau arranged before beginning to read.\\nNCE there was a little boy,\\nHis name I will not tell,\\nFor fear some one would say, \u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, yes!\\nI knew him very well.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "162\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nThere were no other little ones\\nTo share with, lovingly,\\nAnd so, \u00e2\u0080\u0099tis very sad to tell,\\nA selfish boy was he.\\nHe wearied of his playthings soon,\\nAnd threw them on the floor;\\nBut if a mate seemed pleased with one\\nHe wanted it once more.\\nHe wanted this, he wanted that,\\nHe wanted everything;\\nAnd if he couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have it, then\\nA dreadful song he\u00e2\u0080\u0099d sing.\\nHis mamma didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like to hear\\nHim cry, and scream and kick,\\nAnd if he wanted anything\\nShe gave it to him quick;\\nWhich she would not have done, perhaps,\\nIf she had not been sick.\\nBut wise or unwise, sick or well,\\nHowever that may be,\\nThe naughty habit grew until\\nA dreadful boy was he.\\ni\\nNow, next door lived a family\\nOf little girls and boys;\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m very glad I cannot say\\nThey never made a noise.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n163\\nTheir mamma taught them all a game,\\nTo keep them nice and still;\\nSo every day they played \u00e2\u0080\u009ckeep school\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWith all their childish skill.\\nThe oldest was the teacher,\\nAnd, though she couldn t spell,\\nThey grew so kind and bright I know\\nShe must have taught them well.\\nDay after day they played as gay\\nAnd happy as could be,\\nUntil they knew their letters well,\\nFrom A clear down to Z.\\n[Show first tableau here.]\\nRecitation continued.\\nAlas! the selfish little boy\\nCame visiting one day.\\nHe looked so dirty and so cross\\nI think he ran away.\\nThe little teacher welcomed him,\\nAnd bade him take a chair;\\nBut, pointing to the teacher s place.\\nHe snarled, \u00e2\u0080\u009cNo! I ll sit there.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd next he wanted Mary s place,\\nAnd then he routed Sue.\\nThe little teacher stood aghast\\nAnd wondered what to do.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "164\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nBut when he came to little John,\\nWith a determined air,\\nThe baby said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI sant dit up!\\nTs is my yitty chair.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt this the selfish little boy\\nLay prone upon the floor.\\nAnd kicked his heels, and raised his voice\\nIn such a dreadful roar,\\nThat little John sprang quickly up,\\nWith wonder in his eye.\\nAnd said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cDes oo tan have my chair;\\nSo, yitty boy, don t ky.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe selfish boy now thought he saw\\nA victory complete;\\nAnd so he kicked and louder screamed,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo! I want all the seats!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe children all were standing,\\nIn wonder and in dread.\\nThe little teacher felt as if\\nShe stood upon her head.\\nIn all her wide experience\\nThere never yet had been,\\nShe felt it to her finger tips,\\nSuch need of discipline.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSpare the rod and spoil the child,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWise Solomon did say,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nAnd, strange to say, a simple child,\\nFelt just that very way.\\nAnd so she took the selfish hoy\\nAnd laid him \u00e2\u0080\u0099cross her knee,\\nAnd spanked him, with her little might;\\nThe blows fell fast and free.\\nThis treatment was so new to him\\nIt gave him great surprise;\\nAnd loud he sang the tune, as lined\\nBy Solomon the wise.\\nJust then they saw a shadow fall\\nAcross the schoolroom floor;\\nThe mother of the selfish boy\\nWas standing in the door!\\nPoor little Jane\u00e2\u0080\u0099s astonishment\\nImagine if you can;\\nA situation unforeseen\\nBy even Solomon.\\nThe little teacher\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wide-eyed look\\nOf terror and surprise\\nAmused his mother, and she laughed\\nTill tears stood in her eyes.\\nFor once she did not pity him\\nFor all his woful plight.\\nThey told her all about it, and\\nShe said It served him right.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n16", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "166\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nNow don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be like this selfish boy;\\nBad habits grow so fast;\\nBe kind and just and generous,\\nAnd loving to the last.\\nGood habits, just like naughty ones,\\nIf cultivated, grow,\\nTill Solomon, the wise, would say,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo need of rods,\u00e2\u0080\u009d I know.\\n[Show second tableau: Schoolroom in disorder, seats overturned,\\netc. Teacher with \u00e2\u0080\u009cselfish boy\u00e2\u0080\u009d across knee; children standing\\nabout; mother standing in door; teacher and children look sur\u00c2\u00ac\\nprised and frightened.]\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.\\nTABLEAUX.\\nHAYING HIS FORTUNE TOLD.\\nA cute baby in short dresses. He sits in a high chair, one that\\nhas a leaf to fasten across the front. He is leaning forward,\\nresting one little arm on the leaf. A wee girl is holding his other\\nhand in one of hers and tracing his chubby palm with the index\\nfinger of her other hand.\\nTHE UPS AND DOWNS OF EARLY LIFE.\\nTwo children on a teeter.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n167\\nRecitations and Exercises for Higher Grade.\\nCONTENTED.\\n\u00e2\u009c\u0093r\\n/^OTJSIN JOHN hez built a mansion, \u00e2\u0080\u0099Lizabethan\\nin its style,\\nCrochet-trimmin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s \u00e2\u0080\u0099round the corners, hard-wood\\nfloors all done in ile,\\nPorters hangin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 in the doorways, didoes pasted on the\\nwall,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cColor schemes\u00e2\u0080\u009d a-runnin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 riot in the settin\u00e2\u0080\u0099-room an\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nhall!\\nWent to see \u00e2\u0080\u0099im on a visit; felt like I wuz in a dream,\\nNot a heatin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 stove er wood-box, all the house wuz\\nhet by steam.\\nPipes a-leadin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 from the basement, gla-diators in each\\nroom,\\nCarpets dragged by little go-carts, never saw \u00e2\u0080\u0099em use\\na broom!\\nParlor mantel piled with bric-bracs, Injun mattin\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\non the stairs,\\nHiroglyphics worked in yaller on the satin-covered\\nchairs;", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "168\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nWater-fassets in the kitchen, hot er cold, you took\\nyour choice;\\nTelephone in handy waitin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 ef you liked to try your\\nvoice.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Lectric lights blazed every evenin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 till the moon itself\\nseemed wan,\\nISTo more use fer cracker-matches, jest a flip would\\nturn \u00e2\u0080\u0099em on;\\nBreakfast showed up late an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 tired, lunch cum on at\\ntwelve o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock,\\nDinner shook the hand of twilight, givin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 my old\\nnerves a shock.\\nStayed a week an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 saw the city! Cousin John was\\nawful kind;\\nBut I come away rejoicin\u00e2\u0080\u0099; home wuz suited to my\\nmind!\\nThought the old brown house looked nicer than it\\never did afore;\\nMary sewin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 by the winder, Bover barkin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 at the door.\\nSlipped right hack into the traces, all the wheels\\nrolled smoothly round,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Lectric blaze hed been too glarin\u00e2\u0080\u0099; lamps air better,\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be bound.\\nBric-bracs make a feller weary; purest water lives in\\nwells,\\nCommon chairs \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll do fer farmers, satin couch \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll do\\nfer swells!", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n169\\nNoon-time alters finds me ready fer a dinner,\u00e2\u0080\u0094not a\\nlunch!\\nAn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 steam heat,\u00e2\u0080\u0094you can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t compare it with a fire you\\nkin punch!\\nHick\u00e2\u0080\u0099ry wood a cracklin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 gayly; stove a glowin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 cherry-\\nred!\\nWarmth an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 peace an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 drowsy comfort stealin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 up from\\nfoot to head.\\nFall is slippin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 into winter; never mind its storms an\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nchills;\\nPack the iron pump in sawdust,\u00e2\u0080\u0094we shan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t run no\\nplumbers\u00e2\u0080\u0099 bills!\\nEat an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 drink an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 read the papers\u00e2\u0080\u0094let the world go\\nbrawlin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 on!\\nHappiness is my twin-sister,\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m ez rich ez Cousin\\nJohn!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Emma Eggleson.\\nTHE STAR IN THE WEST.\\nU T HERE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S a star in the west,\u00e2\u0080\u009d a wonderful star!\\nLike Bethlehem\u00e2\u0080\u0099s star, ever blessed.\\nWise men first beheld it, and followed it far,\\nThis wonderful star of the west.\\nThen the voice of the multitude caught up the strain,\\nAnd spread the glad tidings afar;\\nAnd lo! they came flocking from valley and plain,\\nAnd millions came sailing across the wide main,\\nTo follow this wonderful star.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "170\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nO\u00e2\u0080\u0099er the towering heads of the forest kings\\nThis radiant star rode, serene;\\nAnd, though they must traverse the dim, silent aisles,\\nWhere savages lurk, and the sun seldom smiles\\nThey follow its silvery sheen.\\nThey dream of the homestead, with low, sheltering\\neaves,\\nWhere birds twitter sweet when the dawn\\nKisses open the eyes of the loved ones they leave;\\nAnd many a heart for the fatherland grieves;\\nStill westward the star draws them on.\\nVast plains stretch before them, like oceans at rest,\\nWhose petrified billows stood still\\nAt the mandate of Him, who says, to the sea,\\nThus far shalt thou go and no farther,\u00e2\u0080\u009d to be\\nFirm monuments, reared at His will.\\nGreat rivers rush seaward, as hearts turn to home;\\nAnd vast mountains tower, in the might\\nOf their grandeur and strength they exultingly rise\\nAnd kiss, with bold lips, the holy blue skies\\nWhere the wonderful star shines so bright.\\nOver their loftiest summits it soars,\\nWhile millions press on in the quest.\\nTill benignant it stands, its journeyings o\u00e2\u0080\u0099er,\\nWhere the ocean of peace laveg the uttermost shore\\nOf the wonderful land of the west.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n171\\nRejoice in your present, broad bountiful land,\\nBy high hearts, and hopeful, possessed.\\nMay your future as high as your mountain tops be;\\nGrow broad as your plains, so boundless and free;\\nRoll grand as your rivers, that rush to the sea;\\nBring treasure as rich as your mines yield to thee,\\nOh! wonderful land of the west.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Harriet D. Castle.\\nTHE WISDOM OF FOOLS\\nBY REV. J. H. BOMBERGER.\\nT HERE lives a man in our town,\\nAnd he is wondrous wise.\\nHe pigeonholes and tabulates,\\nAssorts and classifies.\\nIn learned polysyllables\\nHis soul luxuriates;\\nHe has mastered nomenclature,\\nAnd nearly all the dates.\\nHis shelves are full of specimens,\\nHis head\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a catalogue;\\nHis boundless erudition\\nDoth all common minds befog.\\nThe species and the genera\\nOf everything he knows,\\nBut beyond their mere arrangement\\nHis thinking never goes.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nHe stands upon a ladder\\nThat leans against the stars.\\nBut his only occupation\\nIs to count its rungs and bars.\\nHe can find some fact of science\\nIn the roadway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hardened clod,\\nBut with all his erudition\\nHe has never found his God.\\nAbsorbed in cataloguing\\nThe insects and the plants.\\nHe has missed earth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s implications,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNature\u00e2\u0080\u0099s significance.\\nThe bramble-bush of mental pride\\nHas scratched out both his eyes,\\nAnd he cannot read God\u00e2\u0080\u0099s message\\nIn the flowers or the skies.\\nDay unto day responsively\\nProclaims a ruling Mind:\\nNight unto night is eloquent,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut he is deaf and blind.\\nFor all of nature\u00e2\u0080\u0099s parables\\nAre far beyond his ken,\\nAnd hardly would the \u00e2\u0080\u0098Turning bush\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRestore his eyes again.\\nFor if he found the bush aflame,\\nWith dull impiety\\nHe\u00e2\u0080\u0099d make a memorandum of\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA new variety.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n173\\nTHE AMBULANCE.\\nA HUSH in the roar of the busy street;\\nA pause in the surge of the hurrying feet;\\nA galloping horse\u00e2\u0080\u0094four whirring wheels\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA tremor of haste that the whole earth feels\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe ambulance comes! Quick\u00e2\u0080\u0094let it pass!\\nClaiming its course with clang of gong,\\nForcing a way through the surging throng\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThat cross of red is its right of way,\\nLet man nor beast its speed delay.\\nOpen a way and let it pass!\\nOnly a question of life and death,\\nRead in the flow of the failing breath.\\nOnly a life\u00e2\u0080\u0094such a trivial thing\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOnly a trellis where fond hopes cling.\\nHere is the ambulance! Quick, make way!\\nOnly an episode\u00e2\u0080\u0094one of a score\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLost in the din and the rattle and roar;\\nA moment\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pause in the scurrying throng,\\nAnd the querulous twang a clamoring gong.\\nOut of the road! Make way, make way!\\nA trivial episode\u00e2\u0080\u0094yes, I know!\\nBut the loveliest thing, wherever you go,\\nIs a touch of humanity, tender and true,\\nWith a glimpse of man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s brotherhood showing\\nthrough.\\nSo out of the way, and let it pass!", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "174\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nHere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s help for the battered and bleeding and torn,\\nHope for the baffled and beaten and worn;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Tis a herald of mercy with message of life;\\nSuccor and safety, \u00e2\u0080\u0099mid struggle and strife.\\nQuick to one side, there! Let it pass!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094John Carleton Sherman.\\nTHE MILLER OF NORMANDY.\\nBY C. A. KEIFE.\\nD IERRE, the miller of Normandy,\\nA Haughty, and proud of his wealth was he.\\nProud of his houses, and proud of his gold,\\nProud of the lands that were his to hold;\\nProudest of all of his mill was he,\\nPierre, the miller of Normandy.\\nPierre, the miller of Normandy,\\nSpent not a sou upon charity.\\nNever the needy and famished poor\\nBlessed him for alms as they left his door.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBeggars are liars and thieves,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said he,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nPierre, the miller of Normandy.\\nPierre, the miller of whom we tell,\\nSat by his door as the even fell;\\nSaw a woman all bent with years,\\nFace deep furrowed by bitter tears,\\nEnter the gate by the chestnut tree,\\nAnd ask for the miller of Normandy.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n175\\nPierre, the miller of Normandy,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLow before him she bent her knee,\\nPrayed him for money to buy some food\\nFor a son who had ever been kind and good,\\nBut now, in illness and poverty,\\nCraved food from Pierre of Normandy.\\nPierre, the miller of Normandy,\\nRose from his seat by the chestnut tree;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCome not hither to weep and wail!\\nFill other ears with thine idle tale!\\nWhat do I care for thy son or thee?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThus spoke the miller of Normandy.\\nShe lifted her sunken and aged eyes,\\nAnd one palsied hand, to the evening skies.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot to me alone were the harsh words said,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Tis the Christ, who through me has asked for bread!\\nThe Lord himself craved for charity,\\nAnd thou hast denied him, Pierre!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said she.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cKnow, 0 miller of Normandy!\\nThat the silver and gold are the Lord\u00e2\u0080\u0099s,\u00e2\u0080\u009d quoth she.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099\u00e2\u0080\u009cxAnd that men may remember the starving poor\\nAre sent by God to the rich man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s door.\\nMy son will be helped, but not through thee,\\nWhom God will smite, Pierre of Normandy!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nPierre, the miller of Normandy!\\nLong he sat \u00e2\u0080\u0099neath the chestnut tree,\\nPondered her promise with doubt and dread,\\nPondered upon it all night, in bed;", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "176 CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nSleepless, at last from his couch rose he,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nPierre, the miller of Normandy.\\nPierre, the miller of Normandy,\\nDown to his mill, at the dawn, strolled he;\\nBut an idle wheel and an empty race\\nWere left in that old familiar place,\\nFor the river had changed its course, he found,\\nAnd its waters flowed underneath the ground.\\nStill, on a summer evening\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sail,\\nThe Norman fishers rehearse this tale;\\nAnd the Norman peasants point out the mill,\\nRuined and worthless,, beneath the hill.\\nStill does the river, with moaning sound,\\nPlunge into earth and flow underground.\\nStill, as of old in Normandy,\\nChrist, through his poor, claims charity.\\nArt thou poor? Bless God who has honored thee\\nBy Christ\u00e2\u0080\u0099s own estate\u00e2\u0080\u0094that of poverty!\\nArt thou rich Then serve Him, nor seek to he\\nLike Pierre, the miller of Normandy.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Sunday Afternoon.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n177\\nMISS PERKINS, FROM MAINE.\\nBY EMMA EGGLESON.\\nT 1 HE Grundy County Institute was held the other\\nA day\\nAt the Baptist Church at Putnam, just thirteen miles\\naway;\\nAnd I thought Fd like to \u00e2\u0080\u0099tend it, bein\u00e2\u0080\u0099 how the day\\nwas fine.\\nTo see our modern teachers a formin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 into line.\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m strong on Eddication! Why, when I was a kid\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099d orter seen my \u00e2\u0080\u0099Rithmetic and the hard old sums\\nI did!\\n1 wras\u00e2\u0080\u0099led with my Jography, and managed Grammar\\nwell,\\nAnd left off head most every night when we stood up\\nto spell.\\nIf I writ a composition, I could whack it into rhyme,\\nAnd the town-committee wondered at its meter and\\nits time.\\nI walked straight through the Deestrick School, its\\nteachin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s was so plain,\\nAnd finished at the \u00e2\u0080\u0099Cademy, down in the State of\\nMaine.\\nI took five years of house-keepin\u00e2\u0080\u0099, and five of mill\u00e2\u0080\u0099-\\nner\u00e2\u0080\u0099s work,\\nThen twenty years of fact\u00e2\u0080\u0099ry life where women cannot\\nshirk;", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "178\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nMy head felt like a worn-out wheel a clatterin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 in its\\nspokes,\\nSo I thought I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d take a holiday, and come and see my\\nfolks.\\nI came to Iowa, and found my sister\u00e2\u0080\u0099s youngest girl;\\nHer cheeks were red as roses and her hair was all\\na-curl;\\nShe was Angelliny Gibson, a graduate from college,\\nA member of the Normal Class and full of Normal\\nknowledge.\\nAnd the Putnam folks had hired her to teach their\\ngraded school,\\nIn the Infantile department under Kindergarden\\nrule;\\nTo give \u00e2\u0080\u0099em object lessons, and learn \u00e2\u0080\u0099em how to\\ncount,\\nAnd draw out first-class wisdom directly from the\\nfount.\\nAngelliny\u00e2\u0080\u0099s big Diplomy, in its anti-fresco frame.\\nHad an ornamental \u00e2\u0080\u009cPh. D.\u00e2\u0080\u009d a waitin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 on her name.\\nNow I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d learned the \u00e2\u0080\u0099breviations entirely by heart,\\nKnew Doctor of Divinity, and Bachelor of Art;\\nBut here I found a stunner, and it sorto troubled me\\nThat I couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t tell the meaning of the title \u00e2\u0080\u009cPh. D.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe give no explanation, though I hinted round\\nabout;\\nSo I went up to the Institute a-purpose to find out,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n179\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Twasa great old day for Putnam, the Babtist Church\\nwas full;\\nThere was girls in plush and velvet, and men in plush\\nand wool;\\nA lady played the organ; she wore a sealskin cape,\\nAnd she cuffed the stops and banged the keys in dret-\\nful desp-rate shape.\\nOne teacher aired Di-dactics; one picked up broken\\nlinks;\\nOne built a tower of History and filled up all the\\nchinks;\\nOne chawed three sticks of gum at once; her jaws\\nworked up and down,\\nIt \u00e2\u0080\u0099minded me of the village pump in some old East\u00c2\u00ac\\nern town.\\nBut Angelliny took the cake, her discourse led the\\nrest,\\nAnd I knew the Superintendent thought it was the\\nvery best.\\nYou could see the fires of Genus a blazin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 in her\\neyes,\\nAnd the flowers of Grundy County all wilted in sur\u00c2\u00ac\\nprise!\\nThe County Superintendent he was fitted for the\\nplace;\\nHis name was Philip Harmon, and he had a bonny\\nface;", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "180\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nHe talked with Angelliny when the Institute was\\ndone,\\nAnd said so many spicy things I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t remember one!\\nBut when he tucked us in the sleigh, I caught a whis\u00c2\u00ac\\npered word,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Twas \u00e2\u0080\u009cdarling,\u00e2\u0080\u009d and I felt ashamed because I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d over\u00c2\u00ac\\nheard;\\nAs quick as flash of lightning the truth broke over me,\\nThat \u00e2\u0080\u009cPhilip Harmon\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Darling,\u00e2\u0080\u009d for short, was\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPh. D.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMebbe I am old-maidish, but I think way back in\\nMaine,\\nThey wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t put it into print and hang it in a\\nframe;\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m glad my curiosity is satisfied and hushed,\\nAnd glad I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t ask her, for I know she would have\\nblushed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Midland Monthly.\\nTHE MOTHER OF AN ANGEL.\\nHT HE mother of an angel, she sat and wept all day,\\nAnd sorrow tore her as a wind that bloweth\\nevery way,\\nAnd the bleeding heart within her cried out in woe\\nand pain\\nFor the soft touch of baby arms she might not feel\\nagain,", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS. 181\\nShe laid her face upon the grave when autumn\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nleaves were sere,\\nAnd whispered to the little one, who nevermore might\\nhear,\\nNor thought that in the world above, full freed\\nfrom toils and bars,\\nOne walked in fields of asphodels beyond the light\\nof stars.\\nThe mother of an angel! Behold, her pleadings soared\\nTill they, breeze-like, moved the mighty lights that\\nflamed before the Lord,\\nAnd he listened compassionate, and said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cHer will\\nbe done;\\nThis night she holds before our sight the vanished\\nlittle one.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe mother of an angel, the soft snow fluttered down\\nAnd fell like gentle touches upon the tattered gown;\\nAnd the great winds moved about her, and night\\ncrawled on apace,\\nBut God had whispered to the soul close held in\\ndeath\u00e2\u0080\u0099s embrace.\\nAnd in the courts of heaven, the light and love beside,\\nShe held upon her blissful heart the baby that had\\ndied;\\nAnd in the world men pitied her and wept\u00e2\u0080\u0094they\\ndid not know\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Twas the mother of an angel they found there in\\nthe snow\\\\\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Theodosia Pickering, Munsey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Magazine.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "182\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nTHE MAN WITH THE HOE.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGod created man in His own image, in the image of God created\\nHe him.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nD OWED by the weight of centuries, he leans\\nUpon his hoe and gazes on the ground,\\nThe emptiness of ages in his face,\\nAnd on his back the burden of the world.\\nWho made him dead to rapture and despair,\\nA thing that grieves not and that never hopes,\\nStolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?\\nWho loosened and let down this brutal jaw?\\nWhose was the hand that slanted back this brow?\\nWhose breath blew out the light within this brain?\\nIs this the Thing the Lord God made and gave\\nTo have dominion over sea and land;\\nTo trace the stars and search the heavens for power;\\nTo feel the passion of Eternity?\\nIs this the Dream He dreamed who shaped the suns\\nAnd pillared the blue firmament with light?\\nDown all the stretch of Hell to its last gulf\\nThere is no shape more terrible than this\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMore tongued with censure of the world\u00e2\u0080\u0099s blind\\ngreed\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMore filled with signs and portents for the soul\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMore fraught with menace to the universe.\\nWhat gulfs between him and the seraphim!\\nSlave of the wheel of labor, what to him\\nAre Plato and the swing of Pleiades?", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n183\\nWhat the long reaches of the peaks of song.\\nThe rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose?\\nThrough this dread shape the suffering ages look;\\nTime\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tragedy is in that aching stoop;\\nThrough this dread shape humanity betrayed,\\nPlundered, profaned, and disinherited,\\nCries protest to the Judges of the World,\\nA protest that is also prophecy.\\n0 masters, lords and rulers in all lands,\\nIs this the handiwork you give to God,\\nThis monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched?\\nHow will you ever straighten up this shape;\\nTouch it again with immortality;\\nGive hack the upward looking and the light;\\nRebuild in it the music and the dream;\\nMake right the immemorial infamies;\\nPerfidious wrongs, immedicable woes?\\n0 masters, lords and rulers in all lands,\\nHow will the Future reckon with this Man?\\nHow answer his brute question in that hour\\nWhen whirlwinds of rebellion shake the world?\\nHow will it be with kingdoms and with kings\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWith those who shaped him to the thing he is\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhen this dumb Terror shall reply to God,\\nAfter the silence of the centuries.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Edwin Markham.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "184\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nTEN LITTLE MICE WENT TO MARKET.\\nRecitation and Shadow Pantomime.\\nStretch a plain white curtain very smoothly back of the drop\\ncurtain. Turn the lights low in the audience room and have a very\\nbright light at the back of the stage. Dress ten very small chil\u00c2\u00ac\\ndren in any way so that their shadows on the white curtain will\\nlook like mice. Use padding, card board for ears and noses, rope\\nfor tails, etc. Mother Mouse larger.\\nF HE mother mouse said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s market day,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA We ll go to the pantry store\\nAnd fill our baskets with nicer things\\nThan ever we had before.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[Silhouette.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Mother Mouse, with market basket on arm, followed\\nby ten little mice. All walk erect. Smart and bold ones strut,\\nfrisky one frisks, mannerly one bows, etc.]\\nThe greedy one said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cFll fill myself\\nThe first thing, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be bound;\\nAnd if I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t lift those luscious pies\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll nibble them all around.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe sleek little mouse said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll get crumbs.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe inquisitive one said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhere?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe shy one said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cHist! somebody comes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe bold one said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t care!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe frisky one said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, here\u00e2\u0080\u0099s some flour!\\nHurrah for a little fun!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[They run and frisk, Mother Mouse walks along by side scenes,\\nreaching up as if there were shelves and putting things in basket.]", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n185\\nThey tracked it and trailed it all about,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nYou ought to have seen them run.\\nThe silly one said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cNow let\u00e2\u0080\u0099s play ghost\\nAnd frighten the farmer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe cautious one said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll cut off our tails\\nWith her dreadful carving knife.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n[Let choir, or single voice, as preferred, sing. Air, old round,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThree Blind Mice:\u00e2\u0080\u009d]\\nTen little mice; ten little mice;\\nSee how they run; see how they run.\\nThey\u00e2\u0080\u0099d best look out for the farmer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife;\\nShe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll cut their tails off with the carving knife.\\nDid you ever see such a sight in your life?\\nTen little mice.\\n[Smart little mouse raises nose and sniffs.]\\nThe smart little mouse said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI smell cheese.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe inquisitive one said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhere?\u00e2\u0080\u009d (All sniff.)\\nSmarty replied, with a sniff and sneeze,\\nIn that little box over there. (Points.)\\nThe mannerly mouse said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cWill you please\\nTo help me to a share (Bows.)\\nThe Mother Mouse went down on her knees (kneels)\\nAnd begged them all to beware.\\nBut Smarty said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cPooh! she doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know;\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd popped in his little head. (Pops head behind\\nside scenes.)", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "186\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nThe trap said Click!\u00e2\u0080\u009d With a squeal and kick\\n[Squeal behind scenes.]\\nThe smart little mouse was dead.\\nThe Mother Mouse said, in deepest grief,\\na Oh, nine little mourners, come!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nEach using a cobweb handkerchief\\nNine sad little mice went home.\\n[Weeping procession passes off stage. Sing.]\\nOne little mouse; poor little mouse!\\nHe cannot run; he cannot run.\\n[Farmer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife appears. Night dress, cap with wide frill, carv\u00c2\u00ac\\ning knife and candlestick.]\\nAnd here comes the dreadful farmer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife\\nWith her candlestick and her carving knife.\\nDid you ever see such a sight in your life?\\nPoor little mouse! (Curtain.)\\nHarriet D. Castle.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n187\\nSuggestions for Arranging Silhouettes.\\nCurtain, same as in \u00e2\u0080\u009cTen Little Mice.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOutline and enlarge the figures on stiff cardboard. Cut them out\\nand fasten to a scantling. Bore holes in scantlings and insert\\nslender braces to hold the figures erect, being careful to keep the\\nbrace behind some part of the figure. For instance, the goose\\nmight have an A shaped brace, the lower parts hidden by its legs.\\nHave the figures behind the scenes at one side of the stage.\\nFasten a small rope to the end of the scantlings. Draw the rope\\nacross the stage, letting it reach behind \u00c2\u00a3he scenes on the other\\nside. Let some person pull in the rope, causing the figures to\\nappear at one side, cross the stage and disappear at the others.\\nHave some one describe the figures as they appear.\\nTABLEAU.\\nThree-handed Minuet.\\nBy Mother Goose, Mother Hubbard and the Old Man in Leather.\\nThe old ladies wear very short-waisted dresses with sleeves tight\\nat the top and flowing from the elbows. Very wide collars extend\u00c2\u00ac\\ning to the edge of the shoulders and to waist line. Large, steeple-\\ncrowned caps. Get large sheets of white paper at the printing\\noffice, cut a circle; the edge might be scalloped and pinked. Hold\\nthe center firmly and press down folds until you have a sufficiently\\nhigh steeple crown. Place band around and flare out the re\u00c2\u00ac\\nmainder for a border. The border, or brim, should be six or seven\\ninches wide. It may be necessary to wire the border to produce\\nthe flare. Lace caps well back on heads. Both wear large, old-\\nfashioned glasses, slipped well down on the nose, and are smiling\\nbroadly.\\nMother Goose carries a large, old fashioned feather fan.\\nThe Old Man in Leather wears knee breeches, long hose, and\\nshoes with large bows and buckles. A tunic with two points reach\u00c2\u00ac\\ning half way to the knee. Tunic held in place by a leather belt.\\nA short cloak, or cape, fastens at the throat and is flung back\\nfrom the shoulders. A very wide full ruff about the neck. A gray\\nwig stands out at the sides in abundant curls. He stands in the\\ncenter (with one foot forward) holding Mother Goose and Mother\\nHubbard daintily by the finger tips; arms bent upward from the\\nelbow. Mother Hubbard catches up her skirt, coquettishly, with\\nthe other hand.\\nI", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "188\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nJACKJILL. A\u00c2\u00b0TME.R G\u00c2\u00b0\u00c2\u00b0 5tr LITtUt ft\u00c2\u00b0Y\\nA\\n/i\\\\\\nft\\nI\\n1111 f A\\nm l n\\nTmE Old y/oaa/i wa\u00c2\u00b0uv\u00c2\u00a3d i/i a smo\u00c2\u00a3-. 5achel\u00c2\u00b0r.\\nT\u00c2\u00ab\u00c2\u00a3\\n1 Old C\\\\nn in\\n(E.MJrtE\u00e2\u0080\u0099ft\\nL.EA\\\\/E-\\n^O-J-HgR\\nKUBBARD.\\nxeote T?.\\nmm", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n189\\nFARCE.\\nIKEY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S STRATAGEM.\\nCHARACTERS AND COSTUMES.\\nAunt Charity Tarbox.\u00e2\u0080\u0094A neat maiden lady.\\nIkey.\u00e2\u0080\u0094A mischievous boy of ten or twelve.\\nBrother Churchill.\u00e2\u0080\u0094A minister.\\nDaniel Small.\u00e2\u0080\u0094A Widower, with five \u00e2\u0080\u009cs m all\u00e2\u0080\u009d chil\u00c2\u00ac\\ndren, two boys, a girl and pair of twins. All have\\ndroll, neglected look.\\nJohn Chambers.\u00e2\u0080\u0094A bachelor.\\nSCENE FIRST.\\n[A neat kitchen with cook stove, etc. Aunt Charity brushes stove\\nand dusts as she soliloquizes.]\\nAunt Charity.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Well, I guess that woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s-right\\nlecturer that lectured up to the red school house last\\nnight is about right, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 woman is the sooperier bein\u00e2\u0080\u0099.\\nFor instance, look at me! Here am I a runnin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 my\\nfarm an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 gittin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 along as well as a man, if I do say it\\nmyself, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 nobody to help me but Ikey. A lone man\\nmight go on forever a-sayin\u00e2\u0080\u0099, \u00e2\u0080\u009cDarn it!\u00e2\u0080\u009d to his socks,\\nan\u00e2\u0080\u0099 hitchin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 his suspenders on with a crooked nail,\\nan\u00e2\u0080\u0099 git the dispepsy an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 die, eatin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 soggy bread an\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\ndrinkin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 muddy coffee, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 be buried in the dirt on his\\nkitchen floor. He couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t git no woman to do for\\nhim; it wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t he proper, noways. But a woman\\ncan do her sewin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 patchin\u00e2\u0080\u0099, tidy up her house,\\ncook good nourishin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 vittles, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 hire a man to do the", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "190\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\noutdoor work. There\u00e2\u0080\u0099s where the sooperiority comes\\nin.\\nEnter Ikey (breathless)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh, Aunt Charity! Aunt\\nCharity! The pigs has all got out!\\nAunt Charity\u00e2\u0080\u0094My goodness! Hain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t Billy come\\nyet?\\nIkey.\u00e2\u0080\u0094No mom. (Aunt C. claps on sunbonnet,\\nruns out, followed by Ikey.)\\nAunt C. (behind scenes)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Head \u00e2\u0080\u0099em off, there,\\nIkey! Head \u00e2\u0080\u0099em off. Here Shep! Here Shep!\\n(Enter Aunt C., holding side and breathing hard.)\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Well, I declare, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m clean tuckered out! (Hangs up\\nsunbonnet and sinks into chair.) Such a chase as I\\nhave had! an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 all because that shiftless Billy Smith\\ndidn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t half fix the fence. There\u00e2\u0080\u0099s no dependin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 on\\nthese men nohow. Good land! my beans is burnin\u00e2\u0080\u0099!\\n(Runs to stove, snatches off kettle, raises lid.) Well,\\nthey\u00e2\u0080\u0099re completely spoiled! They\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll jest have to go\\nin the swill. Maybe the pigs\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll relish \u00e2\u0080\u0099em arfter their\\nlittle exercise. (Carries out kettle at right\u00e2\u0080\u0094re\u00c2\u00ac\\nenters.) Well, we can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have no porridge for dinner,\\nan\u00e2\u0080\u0099 no baked beans for Sunday, neither,\u00e2\u0080\u0094an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Ikey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nso fond of \u00e2\u0080\u0099em, poor dear. He\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll jest have to put up\\nwith pumpkin pie, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 ginger bread an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 fried cakes,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nan\u00e2\u0080\u0099 it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s high time I was makin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 \u00e2\u0080\u0099em. (Steps into\\npantry at left\u00e2\u0080\u0094starts back and holds up foot.) Good\\nland! if that molasses I set to run h\u00e2\u0080\u0099ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t run all over\\nthe pantry floor! (Recrosses stage, walking on heel.\\nExit at right\u00e2\u0080\u0094re-enter at right, carrying pail and\\nmop. Sets pail at pantry door\u00e2\u0080\u0094vigorous mopping", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n191\\nbehind scenes\u00e2\u0080\u0094appears at door and wrings mop fre\u00c2\u00ac\\nquently.\\nEnter Ikey (breathless)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh, Aunt Charity! Old\\nBill\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pulled his halter so tight he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a chokin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 to\\ndeath!\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh, dear! dear! (Runs across stage to\\nright, dragging mop after her\u00e2\u0080\u0094calls back:) Bring\\nthe butcher knife, Ikey. (Ikey rushes into pantry\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nreappears with butcher knife\u00e2\u0080\u0094runs out at right.)\\nAunt C. (re-enters, limping)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Well, that came\\nvery near bein\u00e2\u0080\u0099 the last of Old Bill. If I was a man\\nan\u00e2\u0080\u0099 couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t tie a horse better\u00e2\u0080\u0099n that I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d git some wo\u00c2\u00ac\\nman to show me how. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m afraid this kick, the poor\\nold fellow gave me, is goin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 to be pretty sore. Per\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaps I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d better bathe it with arnica. (Limps into\\npantry\u00e2\u0080\u0094returns with large bottle\u00e2\u0080\u0094seats herself with\\nback to audience\u00e2\u0080\u0094sets bottle on floor at side\u00e2\u0080\u0094hangs\\nshoe on chair post\u00e2\u0080\u0094stocking on chair back\u00e2\u0080\u0094takes\\ncork from bottle\u00e2\u0080\u0094pours into hand and rubs several\\ntimes\u00e2\u0080\u0094puts on stocking and shoe\u00e2\u0080\u0094takes bottle into\\npantry\u00e2\u0080\u0094carries mop-pail out at right.) Well, now\\nI wonder if I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m goin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 to be permitted to git at that\\nbakin\u00e2\u0080\u0099. (Puts kettle, with fried cakes in it, on stove,\\nbrings molding-board, pan of flour, with dough in\\nit, rolling-pin, etc. Rolls dough.) Deary me, how\\nfond my old sweetheart, John Chambers, used to be of\\nfried cakes,\u00e2\u0080\u0094an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he used to say no one could hold a\\ncandle to me fer makin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 \u00e2\u0080\u0099em. (Cuts and twists\\ncakes.) S\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose it ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t jest the thing fer a sooperier\\nwoman to do, but I never make \u00e2\u0080\u0099em, in the world, but\\nwhat I think of him an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 feel kinder gone at the pit of", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "192\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nmy stumick. He\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a keepin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 old baches\u00e2\u0080\u0099 hall, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 I\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t s\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose ever tastes a decent fried cake. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve been\\ntempted, time an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 agin, to send him my reseet; (Drop\\ndough cakes in at one side of kettle and take out fried\\nones) but he\u00e2\u0080\u0099d be sure to spile \u00e2\u0080\u0099em a fryin\u00e2\u0080\u0099. He allers\\nwas sort of awkward. I s\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose if he hadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t been kin\u00c2\u00ac\\nder stiff necked, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 sot in his w\u00e2\u0080\u0099ay, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 I hadn t been\\nsort of conterary, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 high-sperrited, he might be\\neatin\u00e2\u0080\u0099, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 praisin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 these very fried cakes. (Sighs.)\\nOh, well, I s\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a wise dispensation of Provi-\\ndince.\\n(Enter Ikey, breathless.) Oh, Aunt Charity! old\\nBrindle\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fast in the barb-wire fence!\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Well what next? (Sets down pan of\\ncakes\u00e2\u0080\u0094runs out. Re-enter Aunt C. with blood\u00c2\u00ac\\nstained handkerchief tied over one eye, and Ikey with\\ntorn jacket and trousers.)\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s my candid opinion that barb-wire\\nfences are barbe rous, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 an invention of the evil one.\\nThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s old Brindle all cut up, to say nothin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 of my\\nscratches, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 them clothes of yourn, that ought to do\\ngood service for six months yit, jest ruined. I won\u00c2\u00ac\\nder what\u00e2\u0080\u0099s become of that good-fer-nothin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Bill Smith.\\nHe had ought to been here long a^o.\\nIkey (helping himself to friedcake)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh, Auntie,\\nI forgot to tell you. He sent word he wa\u00e2\u0080\u0099n\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a-comin\u00e2\u0080\u0099.\\nHe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a-goin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 to the shootin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 match.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Goin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 to the shootin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 match! Goin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 to\\nthe shootin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 match! I s\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s very necessary an\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nimportant that he should go to the shootin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 match.\\nWell, I ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a-goin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 to no shootin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 match, but I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n193\\na-goin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 to fire him fer good an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 all (goes to stove).\\nHere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s my grease all cold, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 the fire out, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 not a\\nstick of wood to finish my bakin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 with. Well, I s\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose\\na woman ought to be ekel to, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 sooperier to all emer-\\nginces. Come on, Ikey. We\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll jest cut an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 saw that\\nwood ourselves. (Exit\u00e2\u0080\u0094Ikey eating friedcake.)\\nScene II.\\nA PANTOMIME.\\nAunt C., with bandaged eye and sunbonnet, saw\u00c2\u00ac\\ning wood. Ikey chopping. Saw runs very hard.\\nAunt C. examines edge. Ikey also examines edge.\\nIkey goes off on run. Returns with large whetstone.\\nAunt C. whets saw. Saw runs harder than before.\\nThey exchange work. Ikey tries saw. Aunt C. tries\\nax. Appears to cut foot-. Flings aside ax, sits down\\nand grasps foot. Ikey runs to her assistance. Cur\u00c2\u00ac\\ntain.\\nScene III.\\nEvening\u00e2\u0080\u0094Aunt C. in rocking chair on one side of\\nstove, eye still bandaged, bandaged foot on chair.\\nIkey on opposite side of stove with table, lamp and\\nwriting materials.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094This has been a dretful day, Ikey! a\\ndretful day! We\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got to have some one to help us\\nright away; an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 as I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know where to look fer\\nnobody, I think it would be best to put a little ad\u00c2\u00ac\\nvertisement in the newspaper. But you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll hev to\\nwrite it, Ikey. I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see very well with one eye, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n1 don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t feel no ways ekel to it nohow. You write a", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "194\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\ngood hand, Ikey; I guess you ken do it as well as I\\nken.\\nIkey (with importance)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Certainly, Aunt Charity.\\n1 don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mind a little thing like that. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t the law\u00c2\u00ac\\nyers begin \u00e2\u0080\u0099em something like this? \u00e2\u0080\u009cKnow all men\\nby these presents\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Seems to me that sounds a little too sol\u00c2\u00ac\\nemn like. I ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a-makin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 my will yit,\u00e2\u0080\u0094not by con-\\nsidabul. Git the newspaper, Ikey, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 see how some\\nof \u00e2\u0080\u0099em begins.\\nIkey (reads with great dignity)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Here\u00e2\u0080\u0099s one that\\nsays: \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey all come back!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Mercy knows I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want all them good-\\nfer-nothin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 men to come back! They\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve nearly pes\u00c2\u00ac\\ntered the life out of me, now.\\nIkey\u00e2\u0080\u0094Here\u00e2\u0080\u0099s one that says, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI Pop the Question.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Well, I shan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do that nohow.\\nIkey (aside)\u00e2\u0080\u0094That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s it! That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s just what she\\nhad ought to do She don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want no hired man; they\\nain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t none of \u00e2\u0080\u0099em good fer nothin\u00e2\u0080\u0099. She wants a hus\u00c2\u00ac\\nband! (Resumes reading.)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Here\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a place where\\nit says, \u00e2\u0080\u009cWanted, Wanted, Wanted,\u00e2\u0080\u009d clear down the\\nhull row.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Well, read a little. Let\u00e2\u0080\u0099s see what\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nwanted so much.\\nIkey (reads)\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cWanted\u00e2\u0080\u0094A girl to do general\\nhousework. Must be stiddy an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 reliable. Protestant.\\npreferred. Apply to Mrs. C-J-, Second Ave\u00c2\u00ac\\nnue.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s it, Ikey! Why couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t we word\\nit like that? only jest say a man fer general farm", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n195\\nwork, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 a Methodist preferred; an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 apply to Charity\\nTarbox, Clumps Corners.\\nIkey\u00e2\u0080\u0094I thought Fd find the right thing, Aunt\\nCharity. (Aside)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Jiminy! won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t I fix it? (Writes\\nlaboriously.) There, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got it all writ, Aunt Char\u00c2\u00ac\\nity,\u00e2\u0080\u0094plain as a lawyer.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Read it over, Ikey, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 see if it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s all right.\\nIkey (reads)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Wanted: A man to do general farm\\nwork. Must be stiddy an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 reliable. Methodist pre\u00c2\u00ac\\nferred. Apply to Charity Tarbox, Clumps Corners.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Well, that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s all right, I guess. Now\\njump on old Dolly, Ikey, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 take it down to the print\u00c2\u00ac\\nin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 office, sost they\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be sure to git it in this week\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\npaper.\\nIkey\u00e2\u0080\u0094All right, Aunt Charity. It takes us to push\\nbusiness. (Aside to audience just before leaving\\nstage)\u00e2\u0080\u0094This is the way I writ it: \u00e2\u0080\u009cWanted\u00e2\u0080\u0094A hus\u00c2\u00ac\\nband to do general farm work.\u00e2\u0080\u009d (Sticks tongue in\\ncheek, winks.) H\u00e2\u0080\u0099ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t that old business? (Cur\u00c2\u00ac\\ntain.)\\nScene IY.\\nAunt C. in rocking chair, beside stove, patching\\nIkey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pants. Rap at door.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Wonder who that is so arly in the arfter-\\nnoon. (Smooths hair and apron, goes to door.)\\nIkey (aside, peering from scenes)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Jiminy! if it\\nh\u00e2\u0080\u0099ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t the preacher! Wonder if he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s seen the adver\u00c2\u00ac\\ntisement.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Why, good arfternoon, Brother Church\u00c2\u00ac\\nill. Set up to the fire. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gittin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 sort of chilly like.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "196\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nBrother C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Yes, there are slight premonitions of\\nthe approaching dissolution of the year.\\nAunt C. (doubtfully and respectfully)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Y-e-e-s,\\nsir!\\nIkey (aside)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Wonder if he h\u00e2\u0080\u0099ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t got dislocation\\nof the jaw.\\nBrother C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094How are you prospering with your\\nfarming, Sister Tarbox?\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh, jest midlin\u00e2\u0080\u0099, Brother Churchill. The\\nfact is I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t find a hired man that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s worth his keep-\\nin\u00e2\u0080\u0099. They pester me nearly to death.\\nBrother C.-\u00e2\u0080\u0094I understand the situation, sister, and\\nsympathize with you in your affliction.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Thank you kindly, Brother Churchill. A\\nsympathizin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 word, now an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 then, does a body a world\\nof good.\\nBrother C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094And this tribulation, I suppose is ex-\\negetical of your rather unusual advertisement\\nIkey (aside)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh, jiminy he seen it!\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Did you see it Wa\u00e2\u0080\u0099n\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it all right\\nBrother C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Ahem\u00e2\u0080\u0094well\u00e2\u0080\u0094I was gratified to see\\nthat you gave the preference to your own denomina\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Yes, Protestants may be all right, but I\\nthought I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d feel more to hum with a Methodist.\\nBrother C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Quite proper and commendable, sister;\\nindeed I may say this commendable feature of your\\nadvertisement predisposed me to call upon you to\u00c2\u00ac\\nday.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m glad you approve of it, Brother\\nChurchill. I thought maybe I hadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t ort to mix re-", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n197\\nligion up with advertisin\u00e2\u0080\u0099. Did you think of any one\\nyou thought would suit me\\nBrother C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Ahem\u00e2\u0080\u0094well, sister, I thought perhaps\\nI might prove acceptable to you in that capacity.\\nIkey (whistles)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Whew, if he ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a poppen\u00e2\u0080\u0099 the\\nquestion!\\nAunt C. (somewhat dazed)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Which?\\nIkey (doubling himself and laughing)\u00e2\u0080\u0094He, he, he,\\nAunt Charity don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t catch on!\\nBrother C. (blandly)\u00e2\u0080\u0094I thought perhaps you\\nwould wish to engage me, sister.\\nIkey (groaning)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh, won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t I have to learn the\\ncatechism!\\nAunt C. (astonished)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Good land, Brother\\nChurchill! the wages wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t suit you, nohow. I\\nain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t payin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 very high wages.\\nBrother C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094You are pleased to be facetious, sis\u00c2\u00ac\\nter. The enjoyment of a peaceful rural home and\\nyour most excellent housekeeping would be ample\\ncompensation.\\nIkey (aside)\u00e2\u0080\u0094An\u00e2\u0080\u0099 her cookin My, you ort to see\\nhim eat!\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094But you couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do my work an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 tend\\nto the preachin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 visitin\u00e2\u0080\u0099! You ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t strong\\nenough, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 you wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t hev time, no way.\\nBrother C. (somewhat embarrassed)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Ahem\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\\nfeel somewhat spent with the burden and heat of the\\nday, sister, and thought perhaps I might rest from\\nmy labors for a season.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094What! Quit preaehin\u00e2\u0080\u0099", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "198 CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nBrother C. (still more embarrassed)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Ahem\u00e2\u0080\u0094yes,\\nsister.\\nAunt C. (indignantly)\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m a plain spoken\u00e2\u0080\u0099 wo\u00c2\u00ac\\nman, Brother Churchill, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 I must say it seems to\\nme a man h\u00e2\u0080\u0099ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t no business to hire out to work fer\\nthe Lord an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 go back on his bargain. The Scripter\\nsays we mustn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t put our hand to the plow an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 not look\\nback; an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 a man that\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll do it when he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a workin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 in\\nthe Lord\u00e2\u0080\u0099s vineyard won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t suit me no way. I want\\nmy furrers run straight.\\nBrother C. (rising stiffly)\u00e2\u0080\u0094I am not accustomed to\\nbeing addressed in such disrespectful language, Char\u00c2\u00ac\\nity Tarbox. But what else could I expect from a wo\u00c2\u00ac\\nman who would insert such a bold, immodest adver\u00c2\u00ac\\ntisement as that?\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve always been a decent, respectable\\nwoman, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 any one that says I h\u00e2\u0080\u0099ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t ken take him\u00c2\u00ac\\nself off in a hurry. (Points to door\u00e2\u0080\u0094exit Brother C.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Ikey capers\u00e2\u0080\u0094dog barks behind scenes.)\\nIkey (aside)\u00e2\u0080\u0094That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s right, Shep Let\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sing the\\ndogsology.\\nAunt C. (picks up work, sews)\u00e2\u0080\u0094My days, I never\\nwas so flustered in all my life! I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve allers respected\\nBrother Churchill as a minister, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 eddicated man,\\nan\u00e2\u0080\u0099 here I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve been a turnin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 him out of doors. Maybe\\nI was a leetle hasty. Wonder if there was anything\\nwrong about that advertisement. I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see why it\\nain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t jest as proper to advertise fer a man as it is to\\nask him by word of mouth.\\nIkey (aside)\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll tell him I writ it. (Knock at\\ndoor.)", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n199\\nAunt C. (nervously)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Wonder if he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s come back!\\nIkey (aside)\u00e2\u0080\u0094It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Daniel Small an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 all his small\\nchildern!\\nAunt C. (opening door)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Why, good arfternoon,\\nMr. Small. Walk in, childern. Come right to the\\nfire. You look most froze.\\nMr. S.\u00e2\u0080\u0094It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s giftin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 right sharp.\\nAunt C. (seats them by stove\u00e2\u0080\u0094twins begin to\\nwhimper)\u00e2\u0080\u0094I shouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t wonder if they was hungry,\\npoor dears. (Goes into pantry\u00e2\u0080\u0094gives twins fried\\ncakes.)\\nMr. S. (smiling)\u00e2\u0080\u0094I always thought you\u00e2\u0080\u0099d make a\\ngood step-mother, Miss Tarbox\\nIkey (groaning)\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d rather she\u00e2\u0080\u0099d had the parson.\\nOldest Boy\u00e2\u0080\u0094Gimme a fried cake, too\\nNext Boy\u00e2\u0080\u0094Me, too\\nOlder Girl\u00e2\u0080\u0094I like fried cakes.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Of course you do. Who ever saw a child\\nthat didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t? (Brings out pan\u00e2\u0080\u0094gives children\\ncakes.)\\nMr. S.\u00e2\u0080\u0094They know good vittles when they see \u00e2\u0080\u0099em\\nan\u00e2\u0080\u0099 that ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t very often, sence my poor Betsey Jane\\ndied.\\nAunt C. (passing pan)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Maybe you\u00e2\u0080\u0099d take one, too,\\nMr. Small.\\nMr. S.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Thankee, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t care if I do.\\nIkey (aside)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Me, too!\\nMr. S. (sighing)\u00e2\u0080\u0094This tastes jest like my poor\\nBetsey Jane\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fried cakes.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Yes, Miss Small was a good cook an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 tidy", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "200\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nhousekeeper. It seems a great pity she hed to be\\ntaken. It was a sad dispensation of Providence.\\nMr. S. (sighing deeply)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Yes,-there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s no disputin\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nProvidence. Now I says to myself, when I saw your\\nadvertisement in the newspaper, this mornin\u00e2\u0080\u0099, \u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\na direct pintin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 of the finger of Providence.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOldest Boy\u00e2\u0080\u0094Gimme another fried cake. (Chorus\\nof \u00e2\u0080\u009cMe, too\u00e2\u0080\u0099s.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Aunt C. gives cakes.)\\nMr. S.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Now do be quiet, children. Me an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Miss\\nTarbox wants to talk. (Boys try on Ikey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pants, girl\\nupsets Aunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0099s workbasket, twins pull off table-\\nspread, and all get into all sorts of mischief during\\ntalk.)\\nMr. S.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Says I to myself, \u00e2\u0080\u009cHere am I a poor lone\\nman with no one to look arfter me an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 the children;\\nan\u00e2\u0080\u0099 there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Miss Tarbox a poor lone woman with no\\none to look after that nice farm of hern. Now as our\\nfarms jine I might jest as well look arf ter both of \u00e2\u0080\u0099em\\nas not, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll go right over an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 offer myself to Miss\\nTarbox.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Well, I declare, I never thought of that!\\nI believe it would be a pretty good plan. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d feel so\\nmuch easier in my mind to have a stiddy family man\\nto look arfter things, instid of one of them harrum-\\nsc-arrum young fellers.\\nIkey (aside)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh, jiminy! She\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a goin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 to say\\nyes!\\nMr. S. (smiling and hitching chair toward Aunt\\nC.)\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m real glad you think favorable of it, Charity.\\nI thought you would.\\nAunt C. (spies boys shearing cat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s back with", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS. 201\\nshears\u00e2\u0080\u0094have toy cat and kittens in low basket beside\\nstove)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Boys! boys! don t cut that cat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fur! Poor\\nkitty!\\nOldest Boy (doggedly, still shearing)\u00e2\u0080\u0094It don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nhurt her none.\\n(Aunt C. rises with decision\u00e2\u0080\u0094takes shears\u00e2\u0080\u0094hangs\\nthem up.)\\nMr. S.\u00e2\u0080\u0094That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s right, Charity. You see they sadly\\nneed a mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s care an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 trainin\u00e2\u0080\u0099. Now, boys, you go\\nright straight home! Straight now, mind you, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nno mischief. (Boy^ go, pausing to make face at\\nAunt C. before leaving stage.)\\nMr. S. (hitching chair toward Aunt C.)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Well,\\nCharity, my dear, I s\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose there\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be a good many\\nlittle perlimernaries to settle. When would you want\\nme to come over\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Why, right away, I s\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pretty\\nhard on Ikey an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 me gittin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 along alone. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m \u00e2\u0080\u0099fraid\\nhe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s doin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 moren\u00e2\u0080\u0099s good fer him. It don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do to work\\na growdn\u00e2\u0080\u0099 boy too hard.\\nMr. S.\u00e2\u0080\u0094No, but they ken do a good many turns\\nwithout hurtin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 \u00e2\u0080\u0099em a mite. It don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do to be too\\ntender of \u00e2\u0080\u0099em.\\n(Ikey groans\u00e2\u0080\u0094girl and twins at cat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s basket\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nmewing of kittens behind scenes.)\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t hurt the kittens, children!\\nGirl (takes kitten from box\u00e2\u0080\u0094strikes)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Walk,\\nthere!\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094It can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t walk. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s too young.\\nGirl\u00e2\u0080\u0094Well, it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s got to learn to walk sometime.\\nMight\u00e2\u0080\u0099s well begin. (Twins both pull another kitten", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "202 CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nand scream. Aunt C. with haste and determination\\nputs kittens in basket\u00e2\u0080\u0094carries out basket\u00e2\u0080\u0094much\\nmewing\u00e2\u0080\u0094oldest girl sulks and kicks over chair\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\\ntwins whimper and rub knuckles in e}^es.)\\nMr. S.\u00e2\u0080\u0094I s\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll find the children sort of\\ntroublesome at first, Charity; but you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll soon git used\\nto \u00e2\u0080\u0099em. They ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t bad, only chuck full of mischief,\\nan\u00e2\u0080\u0099 wantin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 a woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s care. (Children stray into\\npantry.)\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Yes, I see. I feel real sorry fer you, Mr.\\nSmall.\\nMr. S. (hitching toward her)\u00e2\u0080\u0094I knew you would,\\nCharity. I brought \u00e2\u0080\u0099em along a purpose. I thought\\nthey\u00e2\u0080\u0099d kinder appeal to your woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a\\ngood thing your house is as big as your heart or there\\nwouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be room fer us all. Shall I bring \u00e2\u0080\u0099em over\\nto-morrow\\nAunt C. (astonished)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Why! you don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t expect me\\nto have all them young ones over here, do you, Daniel\\nSmall?\\nMr. S.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Why, certainly, my dear Charity. You\\nwouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t expect me to forsake my poor motherless\\nlittle ones, would you\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Of course not. It would be a mighty\\nsmall trick in you. But no more you can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t expect me\\nto have \u00e2\u0080\u0099em over here. (Crash of breaking dishes in\\npantry\u00e2\u0080\u0094children scream\u00e2\u0080\u0094Aunt C. rushes in\u00e2\u0080\u0094comes\\nout driving children before her.)\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a leetle too much! all my best\\nchaney broke all to smash! I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t believe there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a\\nhull cup an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 sasser left! My patience is clear worn", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "203\\nCASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nout! Take these children home, Daniel Small, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you ever bring \u00e2\u0080\u0099em here agane.\\nMr. S. (stiffly)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Certainly, Miss Tarbox, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll\\nhave nothin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 more to do with a woman that turns poor\\nmotherless children out of doors. But what could be\\nexpected of a woman that wrote such an advertise\u00c2\u00ac\\nment as that?\\n(Exit Mr. S. and children.)\\nIkey (aside)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Good! That engagement\u00e2\u0080\u0099s broke\\noff!\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094What do they all mean by talkin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 \u00e2\u0080\u0099sif that\\nadvertisement was somethin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 dretful Well, I think\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099d better tidy up a bit. Things look \u00e2\u0080\u0099sif a cyclone\\nhed struck \u00e2\u0080\u0099em. (Tidies kitchen\u00e2\u0080\u0094goes into pantry\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nsound of sweeping and rattling of dishes\u00e2\u0080\u0094crosses\\nstage with basket and dustpan full of broken dishes\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\ngoes out at right\u00e2\u0080\u0094comes in with cat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s basket\u00e2\u0080\u0094sets in\\nplace.) There, you poor dears; you\u00e2\u0080\u0099re jest shakin\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nwith cold. I feel \u00e2\u0080\u0099sif I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d like to shake them chi Idem!\\nMy chaney set jest ruined! I s\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d ought to be\\nashamed to let my temper get the better of me so.\\nThat advertisement\u00e2\u0080\u0099s goin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 to git me into a quarrel\\nwith the hull neighborhood, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m afraid. (Seats her\u00c2\u00ac\\nself\u00e2\u0080\u0094takes up work\u00e2\u0080\u0094rap at door.)\\nIkey (aside)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Here comes her old sweetheart!\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094I hope I ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t goin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 to hear no more\\nabout that advertisement. (Opens door\u00e2\u0080\u0094stands in\\nspeechless astonishment.)\\nIkey (aside)\u00e2\u0080\u0094He, he, he, she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s struck speechless!\\nJohn Chambers (stepping in)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Good arf ter noon,\\nCharity.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "204 CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\nAunt C. (gasping)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Good arfternoon, John.\\nJohn C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094If you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve no objections, Charity, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll set\\nby your fire a spell.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh, yes, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m glad to have ye\u00e2\u0080\u0094er\u00e2\u0080\u0094er\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nthat is, the fire feels warm this weather.\\nJohn C. (aside)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Something is the matter. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve\\nfelt worried about her ever since I saw that advertise\u00c2\u00ac\\nment. (To Aunt C.)\u00e2\u0080\u0094It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s been quite a spell since\\nI set by your fire, Charity.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Y-e-e-s, John. Now don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mind me.\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m all upset this arfternoon! (Puts apron to eyes.)\\nJohn C. (goes to her and pats shoulder)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Now\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t cry, Charity! If I hadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t been such a pig\u00c2\u00ac\\nheaded fool, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 so sot in my way, you might have\\nbeen a-sittin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 by my fire these fifteen years back.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094It wa\u00e2\u0080\u0099n\u00e2\u0080\u0099t all your fault, John; I was\\nsassy an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 high strung.\\nJohn C. (putting arm around shoulders)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Well,\\nlet by-gones be by-gones, Charity. I guess we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve both\\nlearned to bear an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 forbear. (Aunt C. leans against\\nhim and cries.) I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve been dretful worried about ye.\\nI didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know I did set so much store by ye vit, till I\\nsaw that advertisement.\\nAunt C. (aside in dismay)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Now, have I got to\\nquarrel with John agane?\\nIkey (aside)\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m goin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 to tell how I writ it!\\nJohn C. (continuing)\u00e2\u0080\u0094I thought maybe you\u00e2\u0080\u0099d\\ngone kind of crazy, or something; I guess, too, I was\\nafraid some other man \u00e2\u0080\u0099ud git ye. (Stamping and\\nshuffling at door. Aunt C. straightens up\u00e2\u0080\u0094J. C.\\nsteps away a little\u00e2\u0080\u0094enter Ikey.)", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "CASTLE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS.\\n205\\nIkey\u00e2\u0080\u0094Say, Auntie, I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t write that advertise\u00c2\u00ac\\nment jest as you told me to.\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094You didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t? Well, how did you write\\nit?\\nIkey\u00e2\u0080\u0094I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say, \u00e2\u0080\u009cWanted. A man to do gen\u00c2\u00ac\\neral farm work;\u00e2\u0080\u009d I said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cWanted. A husband\\nAunt C. (raising both hands)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Why, Isaac Na-\\nthanyel Tarbox! What will the neighbors say\\nJ. C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Haw, haw, haw! (Puts arm around Aunt\\nC.)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Never mind what the neighbors say, Charity. I\\nguess we can stand it.\\nIkey\u00e2\u0080\u0094What\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the diff, Auntie Ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a husband a\\nman?\\nJ. C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Certainly, Ikey. When I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m her husband\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll try my best to be her good man.\\nIkey (turns summersault)\u00e2\u0080\u0094Good fer you, Uncle\\nJohn! I was awful \u00e2\u0080\u0099fraid she\u00e2\u0080\u0099d marry the parson;\\nor that Small man an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 all his small children. Say,\\nAuntie, be there any fried cakes left\\nAunt C. (bashfully)\u00e2\u0080\u0094I guess so, Ikey, dear. You\\nmight bring out the pan. You used to be so fond of\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099em, John.\\nJ. C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m jest as fond of \u00e2\u0080\u0099em as ever, an\u00e2\u0080\u0099 of you,\\ntoo, Charity. (Ikey passes cakes.)\\nIkey\u00e2\u0080\u0094Take one, Auntie. You must feel kinder\\nfaint. Say now, Auntie, honor bright, ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you glad\\nI writ it that way\\nAunt C.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Well, as I believe in speakin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 the truth, I\\nmust say I be. (Curtain.)\\nHARRIET D. CASTLE.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "Cbe Evangeline Book\\nFor Fourth Grade. By F. M. MUHLIG. Contains a concise story of\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cEvangeline\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Land,\u00e2\u0080\u009d from the\\ndiscovery to the present. The\\nAcadians, their folk-lore, customs\\nand traditions are carefully treated.\\nThe text is illustrated by many\\nhalf-tones and maps, making it in\u00c2\u00ac\\nvaluable to the teacher of literature.\\nIt also contains the poem entire,\\nand copious notes on the text. It\\nis peculiarly adapted to school use.\\nEvery person should not only read\\nthe poem Evangeline, but should\\nstudy it, should give the matter\\nthought so as to realize the wealth\\nof expression, the suggestion for\\nideals, and the historical value of\\nthis great work. Adopted by Mis\u00c2\u00ac\\nsouri Pupils\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Reading Circle.\\nPaper, 20 cts.; cloth, 30 cts.\\nEvangeline Study\\nA new edition for school use.\\nFor Fourth Grade. Edited, with\\nintroduction, notes and a plan of\\nstudy, by W. F. CONOVER.\\nSome opinions of \u00e2\u0080\u009cPlan of Study: \u00e2\u0080\u009cHave seen nothing so good in this\\nline.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094Supt. H. S. Tarbell. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAn excellent work; think it admirable.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094Supt.\\nC. B. Gilbert. \u00e2\u0080\u009cA valuable work.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094Mary E. Burt. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAn excellent plan.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094Prof.\\nE. P. Cubberley. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOf great assistance to teachers.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094James Baldwin, Ph. D,\\nContains illustrations, maps, etc., and the poem complete. 152 pages.\\nPaper, 15 cents; cloth, flexible, 25 cents.\\nnatural System of teaching Geography\\nBy W. H. H. BEADLE, Pres. State Normal School, S. D., and A. F.\\nBARTLETT, Ex-Supt. City Schools, Lake Geneva, Wis. A new and successful\\nmethod of teaching Geography. Economical of time and energy, interesting to\\nthe pupil, satisfying in results. Worked out and fully tested in the school-room\\nby practical teachers, endorsed by the ablest critics. Simple, logical, successful.\\nA fine system of map drawing exercises, with full directions for drawing each\\ngrand division, U. S., etc.\\nBy this system pupils gain a better knowledge of General Geography in\\ntwo terms than by the ordinary methods in two years. Form, comparative size\\nand relative positions of all bodies of land and water, the fundamental essentials,\\nare by this system quickly and permanently fixed in the mind. A book carefully\\ngraded and adapted to the use of pupils and teachers in connection with the\\nregular text. Board binding. 132 pages. 8x10 inches. 50 cents.\\nA. FLANAGAN, CHICAGO.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "natural System of teaching Geography\\nBY\\nW. H. H. BEADLE,\\nPres. State Normal School S. D.,\\nAND\\nA. F. BARTLETT,\\nEx-Supt. City Schools, Lake Geneva Wis.\\nA NEW and successful method of teaching Geography. Economical\\nof time and energy, interesting to the pupil, satisfying in results.\\nWorked out and fully tested in the school-room by practical teachers, en\u00c2\u00ac\\ndorsed by the ablest critics. Simple, logical, successful. A fine system of\\nmap drawing exercises, with full directions for drawing each grand division,\\nU. S., etc., etc.\\nThis book is intended as a supplement to the regular text-book\\nin geography, and not in any sense as a substitute for it.\\nThe system of teaching geography here presented is not a the\u00c2\u00ac\\nory merely, but a practical method, every detail of which has been\\ncarefully worked out and tested in the school room. The idea was first\\nsuggested to the authors by the generally unsatisfactory results secured\\nfrom teaching the subject in the usual way, and which were only partially\\nremedied by the many improved texts that were issued. The time and energy\\nexpended by both teacher and pupil seemed to them to be out of reasonable\\nproportion to the results secured. Of the great mass of matter studied but\\nlittle was retained, and there was always more or less confusion in the\\nmind of the pupil in regard to those prime essentials of geographical knowl\u00c2\u00ac\\nedge-form, comparative size, drainage, relative position, climate, pro\u00c2\u00ac\\nducts, etc.\\nThe system and the book are planned primarily for the successive\\ngrades and classes of our public schools.\\nThe drawing of maps is a very important feature of this book,\\nbut is not to be confounded with map drawing as usually understood. The\\naim here is to secure a world-picture, and not that of an isolated continent\\nor country.\\nThe outline of work for each grade has been given in full, and is,\\nin the main, quite in harmony with the most advanced thought and best\\nmethods of to-day. In addition to this, and to guard against every possibility\\nof failure, instructions to teachers have been inserted throughout the book.\\nBy this system pupils gain a better knowledge of General Geog\u00c2\u00ac\\nraphy in two terms than by the ordinary methods in two years. Form,\\ncomparative size and relative positions of all bodies of land and water, the\\nfundamental essentials, are by this system quickly and permanently fixed in\\nthe mind. A book carefully graded and adapted to the use of pupils and\\nteachers in connection with the regular text. Board binding, 132 pages,\\n8x10 inches. Price 50 cents.\\nA* FLANAGAN, 267 Wabash Ave., Chicago*", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "FOOD PLANT GHARTS\\nFood lessons are now in demand in all schools and nothing is more interesting than\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009ctalks\u00e2\u0080\u009d by the teacher on familiar foods and their different values. But many teachers\\nfind it exceedingly difficult to get suitable material, especially in the line of accurate\\nillustrations and at a moderate price. This want is supplied by these Charts to the ex\u00c2\u00ac\\ntent of the subjects named, each plate showing plant, root, fruit, etc., and usually some\\ncharacteristic scene illustrating method of gathering or using the plant.\\nThe Subjects treated are:\\nCOCOA CLOVES ALLSPICE\\nCOFFEE NUTMEGS GINGER\\nTEA PEPPER CINNAMON\\nCOCOA-PALM\\nEach set consists of ten plates and cover, printed on heavy white paper. It is neatly\\nbut strongly bound in pasteboard clamps, with ends eyeletted for tapes. The Chart can\\nbe hung against the wall and leaves turned over the binding as wanted. The drawings\\nfor the set were prepared by the well known artist, U. G. Wilson.\\nThese Charts have received the highest commendation from teachers and school offi\u00c2\u00ac\\ncers and we trust will find a place in every school. The price hasffieen placed at a nom\u00c2\u00ac\\ninal sum so that every teacher can afford a set.\\nPrice, prepaid, 40c.\\nROTE SONGS\\nFor Primary Grades\\nBy Prof. C. T. Steele, Assistant Supervisor of Music, New York City Schools. Simple\\nmelodies within the compass of children\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voices, linked to simple words. No note above\\nthe staff nor below D. Advance sales of over seven thousand copies were received for\\nthis book. Undoubtedly the best collection of rote songs on the market. All the melo\u00c2\u00ac\\ndies are new. Partial table of contents follows:\\nAmerica, the Fair, the Free\\nBefore All Lands\\nButterfly and the Flowers\\nCoasting Song\\nCradle Song\\nEvening Hymn\\nGood King Arthur\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Pudding\\nGod Covers All\\nGod\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Goodness.\\nHappy Children\\nHarvest Time Hymn\\nHow the Flowers Grow\\nHow to Make a Shoe\\nIn the Forest\\nIn the Woodland\\nI Love Little Pussy\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m Quite a Big Boy (Girl)\\nJing, Jing, Jing-a-Ling\\nJack and Jill\\nLittle Bo Peep\\nLittle Drops of Water\\nMary Had a Little Lamb\\nMary Cary\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Two Canaries\\nMarching Song\\nMorning Song\\nEvery song has been tested in the school. Price, single copies, 15c.; per doz$1.50\\npostpaid; per 100, $10.00, sent by express, not prepaid.\\nNATURAL HISTORY CARDS\\nFor Composition Work\\nThe set consists of twenty Cards, each containing illustration and an outline for com\u00c2\u00ac\\nposition or story, Drawings by Beard. Outlines by Margaret Chester. List of sub\u00c2\u00ac\\njects as follows: Woodchuck, Hippopotamus, Opossum, Camel, Beaver, Coyote, Lion,\\nEagle, Penguin, Bear, Rhinoceros, Ostrich, Raccoon, Reindeer, Llama, Elephant, Horse,\\nSquirrel, Buffalo, Red Fox. Put up in neat strong envelope.\\nPrice, postpaid, 20c.\\nA. FLANAGAN, Chicago.", "height": "3588", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "LIBRRRY OF CONGRESS\\nCourse of Study in History and Lit\\nBy Emily J. Rice, of the Chicago Noi\\nattempt to adapt History and Literature to the youngest\\nchildren, as well as to those in the upper grades. Correia\\ntion of Related Topics in History, Literature and Art are\\nsuggested. Outlines for each grade. Material to select and\\nwhere to get it\u00e2\u0080\u0094books relating to the matter taught\u00e2\u0080\u0094all\\nmake it a work for every school library to have and to use\\nfrequently. Price, cloth, 191 pages, 75 cents.\\nGibson\u00e2\u0080\u0099s School History of the United States.\\nSuperior to other texts in the topical arrangement of the matter,\\nlarge use of maps and charts, historical parallel readings, the\\nassociation of pure literature, bearing upon subjects kindred\\nto that under considsration, correlating Historic Geography\\nand Elementary Civics. More favorable terms will be given\\nfor introduction than for any other first-class book. Sample\\nto teachers, 80 cents. 512 pages. Revised to date.\\nThe Plan Book.\\nTen books, one for each school month, each of 112 large pages,\\ngiving outlines and suitable material for each month\u00e2\u0080\u0099s work.\\nThere are Science of Nature Lessons, Blackboard Reading\\nLessons, Drawing Lessons, Seat Work, Songs, Stories,\\nPieces and Programmes for Special Days. Has met with the\\nhearty approval of all first, second and third grade teachers.\\nPrice, any one month, 25 cents. For the ten numbers, $2.00,\\nIn cloth, 3 vols., Autumn, Winter, Spring, $1.00 each, or\\n$2.50 for the three.\\nWallbank\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Outlines in English Grammar.\\nIntended for advanced classes or in connection with any com\u00c2\u00ac\\nplete grammar. The book is divided into two parts\u00e2\u0080\u0094Anal\u00c2\u00ac\\nysis, and discussion of parts of Speech\u00e2\u0080\u0094the latter being\\ndiscussed in regard to classes; second, in regard to properties.\\nIs being extensively used in Reviews, Institute Drills and\\nself-instruction. Price, 25 cents.\\nA. FLANAGAN, 267 Wabash Ave., Chicago.\\n0 033 261", "height": "3698", "width": "2317", "jp2-path": "castlesschoolent00cast_0_0212.jp2"}}