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By JEAN E. HANSON
Note: On Monday morning the teacher san read the story for the week during the opening exercises. Es 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.
Seed Sowing Ted and Fred were hapd at work in the library. What? You don't believe those two could be together for work? Oh, I know that usually Ted and Fred stand for fun and frolic; but sometimes they really did work. And this was one of the times. For they were writing a composition on "Weeds."
Their teacher had given them a list of questions to answer; and if they answered all, those answers would make a nice long composition, by themselves. Here are a few from the list.' Ted and Fred could answer these, and most of the others. I think you could, too, couldn't you? 1. Why is it harder to pull weeds when they are large?
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 their heart gardens. And now part of their work was to make ut a list of good seeds to plant; they put down Unselfishness, Nthfulness, Honor, Kindness, etc.; their list covered a whole
Then there was to be a list of weeds to keep out; the sys 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 I out the weeds.
And their April “compos" on "Weeds" and "Seeds" were the best they had ever written, the teacher told them. whermernim vr ucau.
Rose of Remembrance.
(By Stella Lamar Russell.) A rose of remembrance we give them today, Those heroes of ours who've trod their life's
Comrades so true.
and low, Calls the faithful few to the ranks
again As it did in the days of the long ago. Both feeble and bent with the weight
of years, They come in their gay uniforms of
blue, Slowly with eyes that are dimmed
with tears, We watch them pass by in one
grand review. Fling the silken folds of the flag we
love, To the breeze let it float in great
array. Let it thrill the heart of each hero
trua As it greets the eye on this hallowed
day. The flowers of spring with their sweet
perfuma Are lovingly laid where these colors
wave, In the quiet place where each soldier
sleeps, All alone in the silent grass grown
grave. When the plaintive call of Taps lin
gers long, On the quiet wind; mingled with the
prayer, At the graves of men who have fought
and died; For the cause they loved when life
was so fair. Let each loyal heart beat with honest
pride, For these faithful soldiers, and let it
stir The deeper feelings of pity and love, For these aged heroes of days that
United by you.
Comrades in blue.
May our glorious banner ever wave,
fair, These true, loyal patriots suffered
MAUD FAVOR LITTLE.
Though poor in human sight,
Strew them broadcast o'er bili and gler;
Seeds of flowers with seeds of grain:
Seeds of affection, of truth, and of love;
All along the world's highway?
From the seeds we sow to-day? Thorns to pierce the weary feet,
Flowers to make life's pathway sweet; Tbese will by and by be growing
From the seeds we sow to-day.