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By Jean E. Hanson
Note: Ou Monday morning the teachor^f/nn read the story for the week 'during the opening exercises. Ea^i morning she can write the memory gems for the day on the blackboard for the school to read in concert as a part of the opening Exercise.
Ted and Fred were Viasa at work in the library. What? You don't believe thost two could be together for work? Oh, I know that usually Ted and Fred stand for fun and frolic; but sometimes they realty did work. And this was one of the times. For they were writing a composition on "Weeds."
Their teacher' had given thtm a list of questions to answer; and if they answered all. those answers would make a nice long composition. Ijiy themselves. Here are a few from the list. Ted and Fred cqiild answer these, and most of the others. I think you could.'too, couldn't you?
i. Why is it harder to pull weeds when they are large?
2. What harm does pulling up large weeds do to the good plants?
/ 3- Why is it easier to keep weeds from starting than to pull them out?
4. Why are bad habits like weeds?
The teacher had told them the Bible story of the wheat and the tares; of course the boys knew that; but they had somehow not realized before that they were sowing seed every day in eir heart gardens. And now part of their work was to make t a list of good seeds to plant; they put down Unselfishjiess. fulness, Honor, Kindness, etc.; their list covered a whole Then there was to be a list of weeds to keep out; the Bys had Unkindness, Deceit, Selfishness, Sabbath-breaking. Envy, and a whole page full of the bad habits or weeds. Indeed, they were quite discouraged at the long list of bad habits, until they remembered that the good plants were to be cultivated so thoroughly that they would grow tall and strong and smother out the weeds.
And their April "compos" on "Weeds" and "Seeds" were J the best they had ever written, the teacher told them.
WTrewrer iivTiifc ui' ucatf; *
Rose of Remembrance.
Daughters of Veterans stand ready to do
Daughters of Veterans, like you, will hold
United by you.
Daughters of Veterans will still carry on
To our country and Flag we'll ever be true.
Once more the slow beat
ThlileaTnote of the bugle sweet
CallsaTthel0fai'thtul few to the ranks
AsTdid in the days of the long ago Both feeble and bent with the weight of vears, They come in their gay unifpmu of
Slowly with eyes that are dimmed with tears, We watch them pass by In one grand review.
Fli-ng the silken folds of the flag we
To^the breeze 1ft it float in great nrray.
Let it thrill the heart of each hero
As*!" greets the eye on this hallowed
The flower* of spring with their sweet perfumo
Are lovingly laid where these colors wave, . 1JlA.
In the quiet place Where each soldier sleeps,
All alone in the silent grass grown grave.
When the plaintive call of Taps tinjrgrs lf*i,B, On the quiet wind; mingled with the prayer,
At the graves of men who have fought
and died; For the cause they loved when Hte
was so fair. Let each loyal heart beat with honest
For these faithful soldiers, and let it stir I , ,
The deeper feelings of pity and Wve. For these aged heroes of days that were.
May our glorious banner ever wave Unstained; far above us in- lofty pride;
•Twas to keep its colors so pure ami fair, 1 These true, loyal patriots suffere.l and died; .
May the eagle bird fold Its wings In Peace,
Forevermore; while we silently pray, For a blessing on this country we love, At the close of each Memorial day.
MAUD FAVOR LITTLE.
The seed, whose lenf and flower,
Though poor In human sight.
Sow thou by day and night. —Horatlus Bonar.
Scatter ye seeds, and flowers will spring;
Strew them broadcast o'er hill and glen: Sow In your garden, and time will bring
Bright flowers with seeds to scatter again.
Scatter ye seeds In the field of mind-
In spring and summer sweet garlands ye'U find.
And In autumn ye'll reap rich fruits for your pain.
Scatter ye seeds in the garden of heart,
Seeds of affection, of truth, and of love; Cultivate carefully each hidden part,
And the flowers will be seen by angels above.
Is It good or ii1 we're sowing,
All along the world's highway? What will by and by be growing
From the seeds we sow to-day? Thorns to pierce the weary feet.
Flowers to make life's pathway sweet; These will by and by be growing
From the seeds we sow to-day.