Days of the week...

Days of the week...

Sunday, sixpence in the plate;

Monday, makes the scholars late;

Tuesday, work is well begun;

Wednesday, leaves the lazy one;

Thursday, full as full can be;

Friday, friends come in for tea;

Saturday, the kitchen clean;-

Sunday comes for rest between!

The Popular Poplar Tree.

The Popular Poplar Tree.

by Blanche Willis Howard. 

When the great wind sets things whirling 

And rattles the window-panes,

And blows the dust in giants

And dragons tossing their manes;

When the willows have waves like water,

And the children are shouting with glee;

When the pines are alive and the larches,

Then hurrah for you and me,

In the tip o' the top o' the top o' the tip of

the popular poplar tree!

Don't talk about Jack and the Beanstalk

He did not climb half so high!

And Alice in all her travels

Was never so near the sky!

Only the swallow, a-skimming

The storm-cloud over the lea,

Knows how it feels to be flying-

When the gust come strong and free-

In the tip o' the top o' the top o' the tip of

the popular poplar tree!

Shoe Play

Shoe Play.

Five frisky ponies waiting at the gate.

Shoe them, saddle them, and ride off in state.

One pony for my little man;

Two ponies make a span;

Three ponies in a row;

Four ponies ready to go;

Five ponies, glossy and bright

Up street.-down street,

And home again at night.

Finish your meal...

Finish your meal, then softly steal,

To see my fine lady try her new wheel.

She bumps on both elbows,

A scratch on her nose;

But she doesn't care

If her wheel only goes.

A little boy named Johnny...

A little boy 

named Johnny

Had a donkey

he called Ned,

Who when e'er he

tried to ride him

Always threw

him o'er his 

head.

The Giraffe Friend

The Giraffe Friend.

They were happy and did laugh

When their friend, the big G'raffe,

Said, "I'll take you to the City,

in a tandem."

But their joy was turned to grief

When their charger bit a leaf,

Never thinking how his sudden stop

would land 'em.

Bow-wow, little dog...

Bow-wow, little dog, have you any name?

Yes sir, two, but they don't mean the same,

One from my master, he calls me "Champ,"

An one from the neighbors, the call me "Scamp."

by Dorothy G. Rice.

Bargains for Scholars

Bargains for Scholars.

A funny little man kept an alphabet

shop,

And out from his counter, hippity hop,

He danced until he was ready to drop,

Singing and shouting with never a stop;

"Come in, little scholars,

With bright silver dollars,

Or if you've not any

Then come with a penny.

I have a bumble Bs

And morrowfat Ps,

Some Chinese Qs

And Japanese Ts,

A flock of Js

And lots of Es,

And perfectly beautiful dark-blue Cs.

This is the place to buy your

knowledge

At cheaper rates than are given at

college!"

Then he'd draw a long breath and spin

like a top,

This queer little man in an alphabet 

shop.

An Imaginary Case

An Imaginary Case.

If one little boy-being

Healthy and strong-

Can keep a house merry

All the day long,

Just think, if you can,

What a tempest of joys

There'd be in a house

Holding nine little boys.

A Cup Of Tea

A Cup of Tea

Phoebe brings the tea-pot, the tea is all a-steam;

Dolly brings the pitcher filled with golden cream.

Rhoda has the dainty cups rimmed about with blue,

And Polly brings the pretty spoons shining bright as new.

The Baby trips along behind, looking very droll;

and she, the sweetest of them all, brings the sugar-bowl.

Japanese Silhouette Version of Old Mother Hubbard

       Here is a unique set of silhouettes or paper cuts of a Mother Goose Rhyme, "Old Mother Hubbard" done up in a Japanese motif. The silhouettes are mounted on top of an ancient Japanese kimono design.

May's Valentine

MAY'S VALENTINE

"It's up we'll get!"
Cried Nurse Jeannette,
"To feel the sun a- warming.
St. Valentine
Will feast and dine,
And bring you something charming.'
Then dressed they fast
In ruffles vast
This best of little creatures
But at the pane
She watched in vain,
And ah, the sorry features!

His laughter done,
The sober sun
Behind a cloud went straying.
A heavy snow
Began to blow;
The boys ran in from playing.
"Twill be here yet,"
Said Nurse Jeannette,
"Perhaps at noon, my deary,"
The postman passed,
In snow and blast,
And May's blue eyes were teary.
"It's dark and wet,"
Said Nurse Jeannette,
" St. Valentine is groping;
So May, my dear,
Wipe off that tear,
And don't you give up hoping!"

When twilight came,
The little dame
Still peeped from out the curtain.
The sleet came pelt!
She was, she felt,
Forgotten now, for certain.
But candleshine
Brought Valentine -
A valentine so rosy!
Nor dreamed the miss
T would look like this,
Surpassing song or posy.
She jumped for joy:
A baby boy
Lay blinking up to greet her.
A brother! May,
You darling, say
What valentine were sweeter ?

Agnes Lee.