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Proper phonic drill will correct mistakes under the first four heads . Proper
understanding of the subject matter read by the pupil should enable him to read
with right expression . Sometimes , however , there are pupils who need the help
of the ...
Proper phonic drill will correct mistakes under the first four heads . Proper
understanding of the subject matter read by the pupil should enable him to read
with right expression . Sometimes , however , there are pupils who need the help
of the ...
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There are no complications about a pail of water , such as there may be about a
patent extinguisher ; and a pail of water , a dipper , and a cool head is the best
extinguisher in the world . These safeguards are necessary , and equally
essential ...
There are no complications about a pail of water , such as there may be about a
patent extinguisher ; and a pail of water , a dipper , and a cool head is the best
extinguisher in the world . These safeguards are necessary , and equally
essential ...
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Oh , it makes my head ache ! It ' s as bad as the nine times multiplication table ,
Uncle Jack , ” said May . “ Oh , no . It ' s very easy , child , when you understand it
. Let me show you , ” said he . Taking a piece of paper and a lead pencil out of his
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Oh , it makes my head ache ! It ' s as bad as the nine times multiplication table ,
Uncle Jack , ” said May . “ Oh , no . It ' s very easy , child , when you understand it
. Let me show you , ” said he . Taking a piece of paper and a lead pencil out of his
...
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CHORUS I ' m com - ing , I ' m com - ing , For my head is bend - ing low ; I hear
those gen - tle voi - ces call - ing , “ Old Black Joe ! ” There was silence for some
minutes after the singing , 67 SONG: OLD BLACK JOE Stephen C Foster.
CHORUS I ' m com - ing , I ' m com - ing , For my head is bend - ing low ; I hear
those gen - tle voi - ces call - ing , “ Old Black Joe ! ” There was silence for some
minutes after the singing , 67 SONG: OLD BLACK JOE Stephen C Foster.
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The bald spot on the back of the head will show which is I , " and he laughed
merrily at his own joke . “ Are there many life - saving stations about here , Doctor
? ” asked Belle , as they jogged along . SITE OF THE OLD CRATRAM LIGHTS TI
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The bald spot on the back of the head will show which is I , " and he laughed
merrily at his own joke . “ Are there many life - saving stations about here , Doctor
? ” asked Belle , as they jogged along . SITE OF THE OLD CRATRAM LIGHTS TI
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Page 142 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 174 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white waves' foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared—...
Page 416 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Page 19 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Ea'ch dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Page 65 - It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown.
Page 205 - But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 20 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Page 187 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town ; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 185 - MY LOST YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 185 - I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
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| Title | Days with Uncle Jack, Part 1 Days with Uncle Jack, John Walter Davis The Davis-Julien series of readers |
| Author | John Walter Davis |
| Publisher | D.C. Heath & Company, 1914 |
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