Public School Methods, Volume 3

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Methods Company, 1916 - Teaching

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Contents

IMPLICIT Obedience Respect for AUTHORITY
304
THE PSYCHOLOGY OF CHild Culture
305
COMPETITION AND PUBLIC OPINION
306
THE CHILDS VIEWPOINT
307
FAITH VERSUS FEAR
308
THE POWER OF POSITIVE SUGGESTIONS
310
HOW AND WHEN TO SUggest
313
THE BIOLOGY AND PSYCHOLOGY OF PLAY
315
THE INFLUENCE OF ORGANIZED PLAY ON CHARACTER
320
THE CALL OF THE WILD
321
SELFRELIANCE IN EARLY CHILDHOOD
322
EARLY DEvelopment of RESPONSIBILITY
324
NEW PROBLEMS RESULTING FROM SOCIAL EVOLUTION
326
SUBDUING NATURE RAW MATERIALS
328
THE USE OF TOOLS INDUSTRIAL TRAINING
330
THE PROVINCE OF BOOKS
331
EARLY FINANCIAL TRAINING
332
THE PERSONALITY OF THE TEACHER
333
MORAL Growth through PRACTICE
334
PUPIL GOVERNMENT AND Character Development
335
THREATS PUNISHMENTS AND REWARDS
337
ORDER NEATNESS AND PUNCTUALITY
338
KINDNESS COURTESY AND TOLERANCE
339
Gratitude Reverence and RespectFULNESS
340
CONFIDENCE COURAGE AND PERSEVERANCE
341
HEALTH CLEANLINESS AND CHEERFULNESS
342
HONOR FAIR PLAY AND PATRIOTISM
343
WORK THRIFT AND BUSINESS
344
THE NERVOUS CHILD
346
TEACHING TRUTH
350
TEST QUESTIONS
351
CHAPTER THIRTEEN MUSIC I THE AIM OF MUSIC IN PUBLIC SCHOOLS
353
MATERIAL
354
b Suggestions
355
INTERPRETATION
364
GENERAL SUGGESTIONS
372
CRADLE SONG
378
LADYBIRD
384
CHRISTMAS SONG
390
CHRISTMAS PROGRAM 400405
400
LINCOLNS BIRTHDAY PROGRAM 406414
406
WASHINGTONS BIRTHDAY PROGRAM 415421
415
LONGFELLOW DAY PROGRAM 422437
422
FLAG DAY PROGRAM 438445
438
ARBOR AND BIRD DAY PROGRAM 446460
446
PEACE DAY PROGRAM 461466
461
MEMORIAL DAY PROGRAM 467472
467
CLOSING DAY PROGRAM 473485
473
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