Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1912-12-27

Ids READING
And vainly shalt thou arch they neck thy
masters hand to meet
and
Twas here he bowed his glossy neck
when last 1 saw him drink.
One had to keep remembering the
glorious ending, to steady ones voice
can still recall how my throat ached
as I t~riumphantly painted out the lines.
Who said that I had given thee up? Who
said that thou vast sold?
IT'S false!--'tis false. my Arab steed! 1
fling them back their gold.
The s. P. c. A. could go out of bus
mess IL all children were brought up
on such poems as that!
We admired Roland in "How They
Brought the Good News from Client
to Aix!" What splendid creature he
was. to be sure; but it was the gall
Looping of the verse that pleased US
most.
how those words pounded out!
AS time went on and our ~educattons
made progress, we had more than one
reading book. The older ones were
never replaced in affections, but
our new Fifth reader, I remember, con-
tanned selections that promptly became
favorites.
BY the flow of the inland river,
Whence the fleets of iron have fed.
own recollections did not go back to the
days of the civil war, but those of our
| parents did. and when we e
Under the sod and the dew.
Waiting the judgment day:
Under the laurel, the Blue:
Under the willow, the GRAY.
tears sometimes came to the eyes Of
the older one who were listening.
sThe First Snowfall" gave us tender
thoughts. also, but after Nell n L
had chosen a few verses of that order,
Ned or Jack was pretty sure to de-
mand, Lets end with 'Breathes there
the man with soul so dead" We girls
thrilled at that likewise and detained.
This is my own. my native land" with
a spirit that would be a%pplauded in any
suffrage meeting.
Those were great hours, and I ques-
ton if in any other way we could have
gained so naturally a to high
thoughts of heroism and a vigorous
taste for the very sound of heroic words
and stately rhythm.
1 wonder sometimes what is the mat
ter with my nieces n nephews. They,
are bright and original youngsters.
how could Jacks or NelTs children help
being that but when I ask them what
they like best to read they look stunned
for a SECOND and evidently are wonder
ing what they can say that will De both
polite and truthful. After a little
she likes THE Child's Garden OF
Verses" and Jack, jr., thinks "Hia-,
watha" is pretty good. I And that thd
construction of the n is what he
fers "The Idylls OF the King to Car
penter's Geographical reader!
find, further, that they are reason-
ably intelligent about the lines Of au-
thors and about lists Of their works.
and that they have really read a good
many books-but there isn't a thrill in
the family!
II wish you would bring home your
reading book tonight, Jack, and e
a little to me IL you a time" / once
ventured to say.
why. we can't" Jack replied;
they're collected" showing we'll bred
surprise at such a bold request.
Free textbooks. you know, my DEAR"
Jack. ST.. explains. w don't have to
buy school books any more, except as
we pay taxes"
much to do with it. The children Of
this generation keep their reading
books in hand only during the 20 or 80
collected" and Arithmetic BY a RAJ
tional Method takes their place.
How can the children . have any
friendship with books under those eir-
c~umstanees?
! don't know what should be done
worked and underpaid Mike Finnsaan
to have 60 90 without q pair Of shoes
In order TO furnish Mike, IT., with an
anthology Of poetry. But am sorry
for Mike, j. don't see how he can
help having "soul 90 dead" II 10
never has . chance 70 read over and
over again, "Marco eoxxarise or "Tho
Arabs Farewell 70 His Stood."
As for my nieces and nephews. they
are perhaps to be pitied nearly as
much. They have q pretty array Of IL
Illustrated editions Of chiidren's books
upon their shelves, but they have no
great sense Of familiarity with them.
They like" this or that story, but they
have no such w OF high sounding
words, expressing valiant sentiments.
as thrilled the hearts OF their parents
once upon q time.
suppose that they may become use
ful citizens. but I shall always be sorry
Tor them. They will never know. I am
convinced, quite that ilne Rapture
which might have been theirs IL thew
had been brought up with q National
P~receptor or q Fifth reader Of their
livery own.
ly to be impressive.
The great size Of the waves In hieh
u AnnNf hAWH n kSkepSAAA 4.