Some call me "The Stars and Stripes."

Some call me "The Red, White and Blue."
Soldiers call me "Old Glory."

Take off your hats when you see me.
Hurrah! for "The Stars and Stripes!"

Hurrah! for "The Red, White and Blue!"
Hurrah! for "Old Glory!"

THE FLAG GOES BY.

"Hats off!

Along the street there comes

A sound of fifes, a sound of drums,

A flash of color beneath the sky;

Hats off!

The flag goes by."

Selected.

"Blow, wind, blow, and go, mill, go,

That the miller may grind his corn;

Then the baker may take it,

And into cakes make it,

And bring us some hot in the morn."

THE STORY OF THE FAN.

Good morning, children.

It is very warm to-day.

I will cool your cheeks for you.

I am a fan, you see.

What kind of a fan am I?

Once I looked like this.

I was a large leaf.

The leaf grew on a palm tree.

The palm tree had other leaves.

All were large and had long points

at the edge.

The points looked a little

like very, very long fingers.

This shows

how a fan palm tree

looks.

At last I was cut from the tree.

Then all my points were cut off.

Do you see what they did

to my edge?

After all that I was a fan.

Do you know the kind now?

Oh, you all know, do you?

I am a palm leaf fan, am I?
Yes, that is right.

(Seat work. Draw or cut fans.)

GOOD CHILDREN STREET.

(Memory gem, dramatization, and word study.)

See, here comes an army

with guns painted red,

And swords, caps, and plumes

of all sorts;

The captain rides gaily

and proudly ahead