words as deceive, thought, machine and kerosine it fails entirely. Besides the habit of always looking at the extreme of things is a mechanical way of doing. There should be stimulated from the very beginning a more rational ground for selection. The nature of the object dealt with and the purpose of its study should influence this selection.

In regard to the second class-those that saw the letters as isolated with very little or no idea of their order. It might be said that this habit is already too general. It is a strong tendency with us to consider individual facts and to look no further; to see each thing as if it were entirely distinct from everything else. Both this and the foregoing habit have been acquired from the way in which most of their work has been done and not simply from work in spelling. To make a good speller, all work must be carefully done for the habits acquired in the other work modify very much how the pupil will consider words to be spelled.

In spelling, there should be the habit of first seeing the whole word at a glance, then immediately dropping to the hard place, seeing just what the letters are and their order. This means that the habit of always centering attention upon either the first, middle or last part of a word is wrong, but when a word is looked at for the purpose of spelling the selective idea in attending to the word should be the hard place. This insures attention on the first part of knelt and chord, on the last of control and zinc and on the middle of machine and deceive. I also wish to emphasize again that the pupil should do three things with every word he wishes to learn to spell-first take a good, square look at the whole word; second, center attention upon the hard place until mastered; third another look at the whole word, seeing all the parts (difficult and easy) in correct order. This carefully done will insure a correct image and it should be varied and repeated to insure its retention.

A NEW MOVE.—IS IT NOT A GOOD ONE?-Trustee D. M. Thoms has employed Wm. Wagner to teach music in the schools of Washington township, Randolph County, giving one hour each week to each school. Teachers and pupils and parents endorse this new departure and it is likely to become a permanent feature of the schools of this township. Why not?

PROGRAM FOR THANKSGIVING DAY.

It was Thanksgiving and this was the way it was celebrated in one of our district schools. Lessons were disposed of and books placed in order for the day. Then by skillful questioning the teacher learned just how much her pupils knew of the day. She then proceeded to tell them all about its origin and subsequent history. She then passed slips of paper to all the pupils requesting them to write one or more things for which they were thankful. Papers were then collected, read aloud and discussed. Below are given a few of the answers.

"I am thankful that I have a home." "I'am thankful that I have good health and can go to school." "I am thankful that man has a soul and that there is a heaven." "I am thankful that I live in a free country." "I am thankful that I am an Ameritan and that I am free."

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The pupils ranged in age from 7 to 18 years. tions were given as to what to write, yet every answer was creditable, and showed the future philosopher, poet and patriot. There were several good things accomplished by this. It caused them to see many things to be thankful for, thus developing gratitude. It developed good thoughts and gave practice in expressing them, and it impressed the day, its history and connections upon their minds so they will never forget it. STELLA LAMAR.

EATON, IND.

1, Song,

"America."

2. Reading of President's Proclamation, by a pupil. Reading of Governor's Proclamation, by a pupil.

4. Prayer by a Parent.

5.

Recitation,

WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the strutting turkey cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
Oh, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
They's somethin' kind o' hearty like about the atmosphere
When th heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here;

Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin' birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock-
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
The husky, rusty rustle of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries-kind o' lonesome like, but stili
A-preachin' sermons to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, the reaper in the shed;
The horses in theyr stalls below-the clover overhead-
O, it sets my heart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.

8. Reading.

The autumn styles are out, I see,
But as to colors few agree.
Dame Oak says yellow should be worn,
And so to old gold she is sworn;

Miss Gentian and her sister, too,

Appear in public dressed in blue;
Gay Mrs. Maple claims that red
Of all the colors is ahead;
While dear Miss Clematis is dressed

In misty white, as suits her best;
The Misses Pine and Fir are seen

In costumes of unchanging green;

But Madame Chestnut says that brown
Is best of colors for a gown;

And so we may conclude the while

That every color is in style.

-Emma C. Dowd in Youth's Companion.

To watch the corn grow and the blossoms set, to draw hard breath over the plowshare or spade, to read, to think, to love, to hope, to pray-these are the things that make men happy; they have always had the power of doing these; they never will have power to do more. The world's prosperity or adver. sity depends upon our knowing and teaching these few things; but upon iron, or glass, or electricity, or steam, in no wise.Ruskin.

9. Address,

THANKSGIVING WHEN I WAS A BOY (By one of the fathers.)

10. Recitation.

The harvest time, which Thanksgiving Day commemorates, is the world's festival, the feast of the year's ingathering. Now has our Father in heaven answered the prayer that is taught us, and given us indeed "our daily bread."

11. (Carrying out Miss Lamar's plan given at the head of this program, let each pupil read or give orally some one thing for which he is or should be thankful.)

12. Concert recitation. (All standing.)
Praise to God, immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy,
Let Thy praise our tongues employ;
For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield,
For the joys that harvests bring,
Grateful praises now we sing.

All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours
From her overflowing stores;
These, great God, to Thee we owe,

Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these our souls shall raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise.

13. It is the practice in many schools to take up a collection of fruits, vegetables, clothing, books, and toys to be given to those in the vicinity who are needy. time for such a collection.

This is a good

14.

Recitation,

THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY A. D., 1622

"And now," said the Governor, gazing abroad on the piled-up store Of the sheaves that dotted the clearings and covered the meadows o'er, "'Tis meet that we render praise because of this yield of grain:

It is meet that the Lord of the harvest be thanked for his sun and rain."

"And therefore, I, William Bradford, (by the grace of God to-day,
And the franchise of this good people) Governor of Plymouth, say
Through virtue of vested power, ye shall gather with one accord,
And hold, in the month November, thanksgiving unto the Lord."

"He hath granted us peace and plenty, and the quiet we've sought so long;

He hath thwarted the wily savage and kept him from wrack and

wrong;

And unto our feast the Sachem shall be bidden that he may know
We worship his own Great Spirit who maketh the harvests grow.
"So shoulder your matchlocks, masters. there is hunting of all degrees;
And fishermen, take your tackle and scour for spoil the seas;

And maidens and dames of Plymouth, your delicate crafts employ
To honor our first thanksgiving and make it a feast of joy.

"We fail of the fruits and dainties old; we fail of the good home cheer; Ah, they are the lightest losses mayhap, that ever befell us here. But see, in the open clearings, how golden the pumpkins lieEnrich them with sweets and spices and give us the pumpkin pie.” So bravely the preparations went on for this bounteous Autumn feast, The deer and the bear were slaughtered; wild game from the greatest to least

Was heaped in the colony cabins; brown home-brew served for wine; And the plum and the grape of the forest for orange, and peach and pine.

At length came the day appointed, the snow had begun to fall,
But the clang of the meeting-house belfry rang merrily over all,
And summoned the folk of Plymouth who hastened with glad accord
To listen to Elder Brewster, as he fervently thanked the Lord.

In his seat sat Governor Bradford, men, matrons and maidens fair,
Miles Standish and all his soldiers with corselet aid sword were there;
And sobbing and tears and gladness had each in its turn the sway,
For the grave of sweet Rose Standish o'ershadowed Thanksgiving
Day.

And when Massasoit, the Sachem, sat down with his hundred braves,
And ate of the varied riches of gardens and woods and waves,
And looked on the granaried harvest, with a blow on his brawny chest
He muttered, "The Good Great Spirit loves his white children best."
And then as the feast was ended, wi h gravely official air,
The Governor drew his broad sword from its sounding scabbard there,
And smiting the trencher before him, he cried in heroic way:
"Hail, pie of the pumpkin! I dub thee Prince of Thanksgiving Day."

15. Song

THANKSGIVING

TUNE-Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing."

To the Giver of all blessings

Let our voices rise in praise
For the joys and countless mercies
He hath sent to crown our days;
For the homes of peace and plenty

And a land so fair and wide,
For the labor of the noonday,
And the rest of eventide.

For the splendor of the forest

For the beauty of the hills,
For the freshness of the meadows,
And a thousand sparkling rills;
For the blossoms of the springtime,

And the memories they bring,
For the ripened fruits of autumn,
Do we thank thee, O our King.