The Order of the Smiling Face.
By Lucy Foster.
We ‘ve formed a new society—
“The Order of the Smiling Face”;
An honored member you may be,
For every one may have a place.
“The Order of the Smiling Face”;
An honored member you may be,
For every one may have a place.
The rules say you must never let
The corners of your mouth droop down;
For by this method you may get
The habit of a sulky frown.
The corners of your mouth droop down;
For by this method you may get
The habit of a sulky frown.
If playmates tease you, let your eyes
A brave and merry twinkle show;
For if the angry tears arise
They ’re very apt to overflow.
A brave and merry twinkle show;
For if the angry tears arise
They ’re very apt to overflow.
If you must practise for an hour,
And if it seem a long, long while,
Remember not to pout and glower,
But wear a bright and cheerful smile.
And if it seem a long, long while,
Remember not to pout and glower,
But wear a bright and cheerful smile.
The rules are simple, as you see;
Make up your mind to join to-day.
Put on a smile—and you will be
An active member right away.
Make up your mind to join to-day.
Put on a smile—and you will be
An active member right away.
Papa’s Way of Spelling.
By Ida McIntosh.
I ’m having such a dreadful time
At learning how to spell!
You see, I ’m just a little girl
And can’t do very well.
I ’ve been lo school for two months now,
And so some words I know;
For teacher writes it on the board
And says “g-o” spells “go.”
At learning how to spell!
You see, I ’m just a little girl
And can’t do very well.
I ’ve been lo school for two months now,
And so some words I know;
For teacher writes it on the board
And says “g-o” spells “go.”
I ’ve learned that “r-a-t” spells “rat”
And “h-e-n” spells “hen”;
That Rover is a “d-o-g”
And “B-e-n” is “ Ben.”
My teacher says she thinks that I
Am doing very well;
But papa spells a different way,
And says, “Sh! Don’t you tell!”
And “h-e-n” spells “hen”;
That Rover is a “d-o-g”
And “B-e-n” is “ Ben.”
My teacher says she thinks that I
Am doing very well;
But papa spells a different way,
And says, “Sh! Don’t you tell!”
You see, my names are Alice May,
And my last name is Hall,
And yesterday I spelled them out
At school before them all.
My teacher said, “That ’s nicely done!”
And so at home last night
I spelled them out for my papa,
And thought I had them right.
And my last name is Hall,
And yesterday I spelled them out
At school before them all.
My teacher said, “That ’s nicely done!”
And so at home last night
I spelled them out for my papa,
And thought I had them right.
But papa said, “You ’re wrong, my pet;
For ‘A-l-i-c-e’
Spells ‘darling,’ dear, and ‘M-a-y’
Spells ‘sweetheart’—don’t you see?”
I told him what my teacher said,
But he declared: “Oh, no!
That ’s not the way your papa spells;
Your teacher does n’t know.”
For ‘A-l-i-c-e’
Spells ‘darling,’ dear, and ‘M-a-y’
Spells ‘sweetheart’—don’t you see?”
I told him what my teacher said,
But he declared: “Oh, no!
That ’s not the way your papa spells;
Your teacher does n’t know.”
My papa would n’t tell me wrong
Or say what is n’t true,
And yet my teacher says that she
Spells just the way I do!
I ’m afraid I ’ll never learn to spell—
No matter how I try—
If “darling” ’s “A-l-i-c-e”
And “sweetheart” ’s “M-a-y ”!
Or say what is n’t true,
And yet my teacher says that she
Spells just the way I do!
I ’m afraid I ’ll never learn to spell—
No matter how I try—
If “darling” ’s “A-l-i-c-e”
And “sweetheart” ’s “M-a-y ”!
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