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A Delightful Afternoon
and point left as in Illustration 6 (with arms like Illustration). Step left and hop on left, raising right foot in front, step right, hopping on right and left foot raised in front.
ANNA MAE BRADY Take 3 slides (quick) left and point right, step right, and
ISS JEAN, the primary teacher
, was in despair. hop on right, raising left in front. Step left, hop on left,
The superintendent had asked each room to give raising right in front. Repeat step 3 in full.
a short program the last Friday before Christmas
. Step 4 Same as step 1, but on second circle run
“I'm so tired of these cut and dried programs, out of room.
she called to the second grade teacher, who was busily (Bells jingle loud.)
engaged in clipping poems from old magazines, "and, besides, neither the children nor I have time to work
up a Children in chorus
new program.” Hear the bells, Santa's bells,
“If my children told stories as nicely as yours I'd not be ? He is coming near!
looking for new material,” said the second grade teacher. Sh! (shake finger) be quiet! sh! be still! Miss Jean looked thoughtful for a while. Santa Claus is here.
“Why not?” she said to herself. “I believe they could do it without taking a bit of extra time for rehearsals
, Enter Santa – seated in red cardboard sleigh, drawn by and I am sure they would enjoy it more than learning two brown cambric reindeer, with brown cardboard antlers, pieces when their minds are so full of Christmas.
“I am going to plan it,” she said, "so it will not take one as in Illustration 8. Santa steps out of sleigh — takes out a tinfoil weight and places on floor to keep reindeer from running bit of extra time.”
Then she sat down at her desk to write her plan for next away. (Raises finger as in Illustration 9 and says):
day. For drawing she wrote, “Freehand cutting of
Pine Tree - Color Tree.' For her writing lesson she de I'm a jolly little man,
cided to have them write the invitation for the program and Santa is my name;
for the handwork period she wrote, “Paste tree on first Don't you remember how last year Down the flue I came?
page of invitation.”
The next morning she told the children of the proposed
program and said:
“I have decided that because you children tell stories For you (points finger) and you (points again).
and dramatize them so nicely, your friends would enjoy
seeing you do that more than anything elsethis is (Children all clap hands and to tune of chorus of “Jingle my plan: We have had sixteen stories so far this year, one Bells,” sing)
for each week. I shall put the list on the board and you (Santa climbs in sleigh and drives off.)
may choose one story from each month to be told and
dramatized as our program.”
This is the list as she gave it to them:
The Gingerbread Boy.
The Old Woman and the Sixpence.
Why the Sea is Salt.
A Southern Nonsense Tale.
The Anxious Leaf.
Siegfried and Brunhilde.
A Hallow-e'en Story.
Story of the Pilgrims.
Raggylug. As it was impossible to act the whole story in a schoolroom, it was divided into a number of different parts and December the children told these.
The Little Fir Tree. The first story told of the birth of the little girl on Christ- The 'Christmas Bells. mas morning and of the choir boys in the church next door
A Christmas Legend. singing, “Carol, Sweetly Carol.” Then the children sang
Story of Christ's Birth.
They chose “The Gingerbread Boy,” for September
grims,” for November, and “The Christmas Bells" was ready to instruct the children in manners. This
Then Miss Jean said: part was played by the pupils. The rest of the story was then told. The last one,
“We'll finish our plans later. It is time for work now."
When the time for drawing came, she explained about telling about the death of Carol, was interrupted by the the invitations and they were soon at work cutting and song, “My Ain Countrie,” which the choir boys sang as she was dying
painting the tree. For handwork they folded the cos The story and songs are beautiful, and the play is funny, writing was done during the writing period.
and pasted the tree on the first page. The and the children love it. The entertainment can be given in about thirty-five
For language work the next day she told the story or forty minutes.
“The Gingerbread Boy,” in her best possible manner KATHERINE KNIESE
Then she chose some child to tell it and after that they
dramatized it. They had worked on that story for one Friday, she felt that everything was as she wished it, even week in September and had frequently repeated it, so at to a small bouquet on the piano. the close of the language lesson she felt that part of the As the guests arrived two little girls met them at the door program would be a success.
and showed them to their seats. The children were seated The next day she took the story of Siegfried and instead in the small chairs on the circle; at a nod from Miss Jean, a of dramatizing that, she played Wagner's interpretation small boy stood up and said: of this story on the piano.
“George is going to tell us the story of the 'GingerEach day she took one story and at the end of the fourth bread Boy.' day felt perfectly satisfied with her efforts.
George came and stood beside Miss Jean and told the She felt only one thing was lacking and she spoke of story remarkably well. After he had finished the same this to the children.
boy rose and said: "I wish we could serve light refreshments,” she said. “Now, we shall play the 'Gingerbread Boy.'” This was greeted with loud clapping of hands. “Let's “I'll be the Little Old Woman,” said one child. do!" "Let's do, Miss Jean!”
"I'll be the Little Old Man," said another, and so on “But I don't see how we can,” she said; “everyone is until all the parts were taken. so busy just at Christmas time."
Another child announced the next number. “My sister takes domestic science and maybe she'd 'Alice will tell the story of ‘Siegfried.' Wagner set help us,” said a small boy.
this to music. Miss Jean will play it for us. Why, of course," said Miss Jean. “I hadn't thought At the close of the Christmas story two of the children of the Domestic Science girls."
removed the screen and invited the guests to partake of the She stepped to the telephone and after a few minutes' refreshments. conversation said to the children:
The superintendent lingered until the last “Goodby” and "Miss Lee says her girls will make us some frappe, if I "Merry Christmas" had been said. send oranges, lemons, and pineapple."
"I am proud of you and your children, Miss Jean,” he Miss Jean brought her own lunch cloth and put on the said. “Your program was different from any I heard this table and the punch bowl and glasses were brought from the afternoon and your children were so well trained. You Domestic Science room. The kindergarten chairs were ar- must have been rehearsing for some time.” ranged in a circle and as she dismissed them at noon "I have,” she said, "ever since the first day of school."
ove goit me
Little Half Chick
sick and tired of this old poultry yard. I'm going off to
Madrid to see the king.” LONG, long time ago, there lived in a poultry "To Madrid to see the king!" said his mother. "Why, yard a large, handsome white hen. She had a you foolish chick! Madrid is many, many
miles brood of twelve chickens. Eleven of these were here and a whole chick couldn't get there for many, many
fluffy, fat little fowls, but the twelfth was made days, and you are only a half chick. Stay at home like a all wrong. Where the others had two legs, he had only good little fowl, and when you get larger and have more
Where the others had two wings, he had only one. feathers, I'll take you to Madrid to see the king." He had one eye, one ear and half of a bill and half of a tail. “No,” said Little Half Chick, tossing his head, “I've
When his mother heard the egg click and looked down in made up my mind and I'm going to Madrid.” So off he her nest and saw this queer looking chicken she jumped went, hoppity-skip, and did not heed his mother's voice up in amazement crying:“Why, you're not a chicken at all! as she called and called for him to return. You're just a half chick.” So ever after he went by the And of course she couldn't catch him, for she was in the name of Little Half Chick.
poultry yard and couldn't get out, while he was so small Now, strange to say, the mother hen loved Little Half that he could crawl under the fence. Chick more than she did her other children, but he was a So Little Half Chick went on hoppity-skip, hoppitywayward little fowl and was sometimes just a little saucy skip, down the road, but he soon decided that it would to his mother. He would often run away and stay until take a life time to get to Madrid if he kept to the road. So she was half frantic with fear that he was lost and when she he took a path which led through a field. It was a beauticalled he pretended not to hear, for you see he had only one ful green field and a little brook ran through it
. Little ear and was not supposed to hear quite so well as the other Half Chick heard the gurgle of the water and said to himchickens.
self: “That must be quite a river. It is making such a One day he was playing in the cornfield when his mother noise.” But when he came near he found that it wasn't called him. He did so love to play in this field, for he could the size of the brook that caused it to make so much noise
. jump from furrow to furrow with his one little leg, and it It was choked with weeds and could not flow. Long be made him feel so good when he was successful and made a fore Little Half Chick reached it he could hear its gurgle big jump without stumbling. He was having such a good gurgle,
gurgle. And when he came near, it cried: “O time when his mother called that he did not answer. He Little Half Chick, help me! Pull out these weeds and let said to himself: “She may have a nice fat worm for me,
my water flow on! Please, Little Half Chick, don't leave but if I run ever so fast some of the others will get there me like this!” before I do and seize the prize. So I will stay here and
“Help you, indeed!” cried Little Half Chick, shaking play.” Now Little Half Chick had often heard how great and haven't time to help you. I'm off to Madrid to see the
his head and pointing his half bill high in the air
. “I wonderful were the lives of the chickens who fed in the king.” king's poultry yard and he felt that if he could only go there he would never have another trouble. So he determined
Then hoppity-skip, hoppity-skip, went Little Half Chich
and left the little brook all alone. that he would go, and he started off, hoppity-skip, hoppity
He had not gone very far before he came to a fire in
As Little Half Chick came near, the fire called out
in a weak little voice: "Oh, Little Half Chick, bring te went back to the poultry yard and said: "Mother, I'm some sticks! Help me, or I shall die!"
“I'd like to see myself helping you," said Little Half help me I will call on the fire." So he cried: "Fire! fire! Chick. “I'm going to Madrid to see the king and haven't do not cook me!” time to trouble with you.” And he flapped his little wing “Ah," said the fire, "when I was in trouble you would in the most insolent manner and went hoppity-skip, hoppity- not help me!" And he went on burning brighter and skip, down the path.
brighter. The next morning, as he came in sight of Madrid, he saw Just then the wind came rushing by to see what all this a large oak tree and he heard such a moaning and sighing noise in the king's kitchen was about, and when Little Half in its branches that he stopped to see what was the cause Chick heard it he said to himself: "Now's my chance. of the queer noise. He found that the wind was caught The wind certainly will help me.” So he called: “Wind! and entangled in the limbs.
Wind! come and help me!” Now when the wind found that Little Half Chick was so “Ah,” cried the wind, “when I was in trouble you would near he cried out: “Oh, Little Half Chick, you are just not help me! But come with me; I will do something for in time! Come up this tree and pull me out of these you.” thick branches! Help me, Little Half Chick, please!” Then the wind lifted Little Half Chick out of the pot
"You're talking to the wrong person,” said Little Half and blew him around the room and out of the window. Chick. “Call on some one who has more time than I. Up and down the street, over the houses, the wind whirled I'm on my way to Madrid to see the king." And hoppity- him until Little Half Chick cried out: “Stop! Don't go skip, hoppity-skip, he went on down the road.
so fast! I'm out of breath!” He was now quite close to Madrid. So near, in fact, Then the wind set him down on the highest steeple in that he could see the king's castle just ahead. “This Madrid and it left him sticking to the tiptop of the steeple, must be the king's house," he said. “It's hard to tell standing on one leg with his little half bill pointed high. which is the front and which is the back of this house. And there you will see him to-day. Little Half Chick It all looks alike.” Then as he saw a man coming down the always turns whichever way the wind blows. He can never steps he said: “That must be the king. I must stand up leave the steeple, but must stay up there in the rain as well as straight and look my very best, for I am to rule his poultry in the sunshine, for this is how the first weather cock came yard."
to be. Then Little Half Chick cleared his throat and was just ready to say good-morning, but the sharp sound made the SUGGESTIONS FOR DRAMATIZATION OF LITTLE HALF CHICK man, who was the king's cook, look his way. When he Some chalk-marks drawn on the floor may be used to saw Little Half Chick he ran towards him saying: “This represent the furrows in the cornfield over which Little is just what I want for the king's dinner. I'll take it in Half Chick is jumping. and make some broth."
The poultry yard in which the mother hen is fastened Little Half Chick started to run, hoppity-skip, hoppity- should be enclosed by chairs, leaving a small opening skip, but the cook was too fast for him and he caught him through which Little Half Chick and the other chickens and put him in the pot.
pass. Little Half Chick didn't like it in the pot at all, for As Little Half Chick has but one leg he hops about it was wet and very uncomfortable. The water came up hoppity-skip all the time and he also makes use of only one over his head and, try as he would, he could not keep from wing (arm). going under. So he called: “Water! waterl do not wet The child who represents the brook sits quietly until me so!”
Little Half Chick approaches her, then she begins to “gurgle “Ah,” cried the water, "when I was in trouble you would gurgle, gurgle." The fire, which is represented by a small not help me!”. And it bubbled and boiled all around child in a crouching position, is almost out. The child Little Half Chick.
raises one hand and waves it gently to and fro with a “Now,” thought Little Half Chick, “if the water will not flickering motion to represent a slowly dying fire. The
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child who represents the wind should be on a chair or may have a nice fat worm for me. But if I run ever so table. He should move from side to side with a swaying fast some of the others will get there before I do and seize motion and at the same time imitate the noise of the wind the prize, so I will stay here and play. (Resumes his play, in the branches of a tree.
continues for a while, and then stops abruptly.) It certainly When the cook captures Little Half Chick he takes him is dull here. Everything is always the same and we never in the kitchen and places him under a table or between two find very many worms. I'm just as tired as I can be of chairs, which represent the pot, and the children who repre- this old place. I've heard that the fowls in the king's sent the brook and the fire come under the table also, while poultry yard live high. I believe I was made to rule a the wind waits to one side, ready to rush in when needed. poultry yard such as the king would have, so I think I'll go
When Little Half Chick asks the water not to wet him, off to Madrid and see the king (hops off on one foot a short the child hovers over him and flings her arms over his distance, then stops abruptly) I ought not to go
off like head several times. The fire, too, when requested not to this without telling Mother good-by. When supper-time cook him, leaps up and down as if burning very brightly. comes and she can't find me, she will be worried. I guess
Then the wind comes tripping in lightly and asks the I'd better go back and see her first. reason for all this confusion. He takes Little Half Chick by the wing (arm) and lifts him out of the pot. Then he
(Little Half Chick turns and hops back to the poultry yard trips lightly around the room with him and, at last, leaves
where he finds his mother.) him on a chair, where Little Half Chick turns round and Mother Where have you been, Little Half Chick? round mechanically, while the wind goes on his journey, I have been looking everywhere for you. waving a last good-by to the weather cock.
Little Half Chick I've been playing in the cornfield
. You know I have only one ear and can't always hear you
when you call. Dramatization
Mother You're very naughty, Little Half Chick, and I
MINOR CHARACTERS shall have to fasten you up if you do not mind me better.
Little Half Chick (tossing his head) Fasten me up, in-
Chickens (two) deed! I'm sick and tired of this old poultry yard. I'm
going off to Madrid to see the king.
Mother To Madrid to see the king! Why, you (Mother Hen is scratching in the yard. Little Half Chick
little chick! Madrid is many, many miles away from is playing in the field near by, jumping from furrow to furrow, days and you are only a half chick. (Strokes Litle Hed
here and a whole chick couldn't get there for a great many The other eleven chickens are scattered around, scratching and
Chick's feathers gently.) Stay at home like a good little picking, here and there.)
fowl and when you get larger and have more feathers
. Mother (finding a worm) Chuck! chuck! chuck! (The I'll take you to Madrid to see the king. eleven chickens hastened to share worm.)
Little Half Chick (stamping his foot impatiently
) Na Mother Little Half Chick! Little Half Chick! I've made up my mind and I'm going to Madrid. Little Half Chick (pausing in his play and listening) She (Little Half Chick turns and hops of.)
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