SANTA JUNIOR Mary S. Hitchcock, Hannowa Falls, N. Y. Directions-There should be two Christmas trees of medium size, one at each side of the stage, at the back, connected by a wooden bar, wound with red and white paper. A number of hooks are along the bar. Beat upon a common bell, 1-2, 1-2 march time. The first beat heavy, the next much lighter. To this music a boy dressed as Santa Claus, marches in carrying across his shoulders a large white stocking, stuffed full. He hangs it upon the middle of the bar and addresses the audience. Merry, Merry Chr,stmas to everyone. I am Santa Junior. Father Santa Claus says he is not as young as he used to be, and that I might take my little brother and sisters and help deliver the presents this year. I suppose you never heard of Santa Junior before. But just wait and I will tell you all about it. I used to live in a great city, but I had no home. One cold, cold morning I crept out of a cellar to see if I couldn't find some warmer place, just as a beautiful sleigh drawn by eight reindeer dashed up and stopped. A little man all dressed in furs jumped out. When he saw me he said, "Bless my soul you look hungry." He reached into a great sack and poured a handful of goodies into my cap. "You look cold too," he said, "hop into the sleigh and cover up with the robes and get warm." I crept under the furs until I was all out of sight. Oh how nice and warm it was, and how good the candy and nuts tasted. I hadn't much of anything to eat the day before. Just as I had finished out came Santa Claus, and sprang into his sleigh. "That is the last place I had to stop," he said aloud," and it is a good thing, for every star has gone out and I shall be late home." He never once thought of me and, I was so nice and warm I cuddled down among the robes and went to sleep in less than a jiffy. I never awakened until we were at home and the reindeer all unharnessed, and Father Santa was pulling the furs from the sleigh. When he saw me you ought to have heard him laugh, and he laughed and laughed until Mrs. Santa came to the door and said, "What in the world are you laughing at?" He picked me up, "Here is a Christmas present for you," he replied, and he put me right in her arms. You dear little boy, "she cried," how scared your mother will be when she can't find you." "I haven't any mother", I told her. "Your father then." "I haven't any father. I haven't anybody in the whole world, "I whispered." "You poor child, don't ever say that again, You shall always be my own little boy, and I shall just love you," and she gave me a good hard hug. I laid my head on her shoulder and cried, (I was only a little fellow, then you know). "What's the matter," she asked. I-I am so glad No one ever loved me before.” 50 “Oh my dear, my dear, Jesus always loves you," she said. No ma,am, I told her I don't think so 'caus I never heard of him or saw him." What dreadful place did you live in that no one ever told you about Christ." But I know all about him now and how he brought Christmas into the world and loving and giving. The very next Christmas I said, "Oh Mother Santa, how I wish I had something beautiful to give you, and she answered. "You can give me the most beautiful wonderful gift in the world, You can give me love". I took a nice clean piece of white paper and wrote on it Dear Mother Santa I am giving you a whole heart full of love. Santa Claus looked over my shoulder, What are you writing, Little One, he asked. Then he read it and laughed, "Ho ho, ho, ho, and he wrote a new motto on the wall. This is it "There's always room for one or more." And every Christmas since then he has brought home a new little boy or girl. Here comes White Star and Swift Runner, Snow Bird and Straight Arrow bringing presents for you all. The bell begins to ring and they march in dressed in sweaters toques and mittens. If the wraps are all red and white the effect is prettier. Each child carries a stocking covered with red or white paper, which they hang on the bar either side of the first They stand front of the bar and Santa questions one. them.) S. J.-Snow Bird Who is Jesus? S. J.-Straight Arrow, Why do we celebrate Christ- S. A.-Because Christ was born on Christmas day. S. J.-White Star, Why do we give presents on Christmas day? W. S.-In rememberance that Christ gave himself S. J.-Swift Runner, tell me what good bye means. They salute and march off as bell rings.-End ATTENDANCE By Elsie Forsythe, Hebron, Ohio. To create a desire in little folks for a month of perfect attendance, I have seen this plan used. For September a spray of golden rod, on which were twenty small sprays, was drawn with pencil. For every day the child was present he was allowed to color one small spray. Now what child would willingly leave a few sprays uncolored to spoil the effect of his finished picture? For October a bunch of grapes were used the same way. LITTLE VERSES FOR LITTLE PEOPLE THE REASON By Laura Cromer Hemingway, Kingstree, S. C. My last year's dresses are so small I cannot wear them now at all; When people pass and tell me "Howdy." I asked my mamma why I grew So much each year, as small girls do; She smiled and said that every year I'm growing sweeter and more dear I must have extra room to hold it! LITTLE MISS 'FRAID-CAT By Miss Erroll Hay Colcock, Hendersonville, N. C. Little Miss 'Fraid-Cat Sat on a door-mat Warming herself in the sun; When along came old Bowser, Who barking did rouse her, And oh, how Miss 'Fraid-Cat did run! KINDERGARTEN RHYMES By Ella Mack Uray, Exeter, Cal. One day old Mister Spider Wove his silky web much wider. He thought it would be fun To catch every single one With their shiny eyes; But the flies were cunning too, And right past his web they flew. The little crickets chirp at night THE BEES By Edward Nielsen, Portland, Ore. In the orchard, beaneath the trees I love to sit and watch the bees. They buzz about where e'er they please And make a tiny little breeze. BIBLE VERSES By F. G. Sanders, Oakville, Ont. In the beginning God made the world, And birds with brilliant wings. He planted then a garden, Most wonderful to see, And in it placed two people, To live and happy be. The man, his name was Adam, 52 JACK FROST Jack Frost went by our house last night I had the windows fastened tight; I knew he'd leave a picture there And sure enough in frost chain light, WHY CHRISTMAS COMES SO LATE By Paula Revere, San Francisco Near the very last day of the very last month Oh! such an age to wait! Comes the very best day of all the year, For I must say that a jollier time Than Christmas can't be found, With everybody so smiling and gay And showing their presents around. But never do we once forget The Gift that brought the Day I think the dear Lord sent His Gift AT THE SHORE J. Lilian Vandevere, St. Louis, Mo. When all of us are at the shore And there she sits and sits. Col. Parker in Talks on Pedagogies" "There are many parents who shudder at the myth of Santa Claus, an invisible being, that brings its children gifts; but that invisible being to the child's weak apprehension, is the foreshadowing of the All-Giver, the forerunner of the One who came to man on that blessed Christmas night. No rough voice and no ignorant soul should ever tell the little child that Santa Claus does not exist, for Santa Claus is the foreshadowing of the All-Giver, All Lover, the One who Gives because He loves. DECEMBER MRS. SANTA CLAUS By F. G. Sanders, Oakville, Ont. From morning till night, she works away To fill up old Santa's Christmas bags. Some large, some small, some made of rag Some dark, some brown, some fair. There are baby dolls, with dimples sweet, There are dollies dressed like birdies There are dollies dressed in out-door clothes, All ready to take their rides. 53 And covered deep, the flowers sleep Beneath their snowy bed" Tom is on his snow-shoes Gliding o'er the snow, "Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh O'er the fields we go, laughing all the way Our sleighing song to-night." "Twas fine and cold the other night And Tom and sister Kate Went down with me right to the lake To have a little skate. The ice was keen, our skates were sharp We skated straight ahead Till father came and called for us 'Twas time to go to bed. There are balls of wool, red, white and blue For babies to toss in the air, There are caps and mitts and ties and scarfs All things that a child can wear. You should see the work-shop where Mrs. Claus works, Its long and high and wide, Its made of snow, and its lined with ice The ceiling, and floors and side. And Mrs. Claus stitches and cuts and snips As busy, as busy can be And she sings a song, as she works along A stiching for you and me. Hark the bells are ringing gay 'Tis the eve of Christmas Day Holidays will soon be here Full of happiness and cheer. "Oh! who can tell the brightest month, The dearest and the best? We really think December is The crown of all the rest. For that's the happy month that brings The Christmas joy and mirth, And tells us of the little child Who came from Heaven to earth." "May Christmas time be jolly, With mistle-toe and holly, With gifts and cheer And good friends near May Christmas time be jolly With mistle-toe and holly." FOR THE CARES THAT INFEST THE DAY By Florence Peasley What is so rare as a day in June? Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; The breeze come whispering in our ear, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by. Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how; Everything is upward striving; 'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue, "Tis the natural way of living; Who knows whither the clouds have fled? From Lowell's "Vision of Sir Launfal." If James Russell Lowell had never written another line but the words above, we teachers ought to revere his name. During these last trying days when lesson hours drag wearily along and after-school hours hang 54 heavy with final reports we are apt to lose that breadth of vision that should sweep beyond all else in dreams for our pupils' futures. Yes, we teachers ought to be if we cannot leave the schoolroom tasks to get the inspiration and that blessed, infinite peace that always comes from "holding communion" in Nature's sacreament, then let us close our eyes and see it in Lowell's word-painting. Over in England, the other day, a man from the common ranks of life made a speech that may help to insure a settlement of many a nation's difficulties. And that man,-Col. George Harvey,-spoke of another man as his "chief,"-another man from the common ranks of life. Said Col. Harvey:-"President Harding is a typical, modern American. He has breadth of vision, greatness of heart and he is proud of his country. He is a fair just, modest man, humble but unafraid." Oh, teachers, stand up and shout, when the children march in the "Fourth of July" parade, but bow your heads, humbly when you return home. You are helping to make statesmen, too and you can shout and be glad, but, oh, how much more there is yet to be done! But for now we can rest awhile. And, just to ease the last tense days, let us look at a little caressing poem each night before retiring. I do not know the author's name,-I wish I did so that I might thank him for his excellent sedative. "Sleep sweetly within this peaceful room, Oh thou, whoe'er thou art, And let no mournful yesterdays Disturb thy quiet heart. Nor let to-morrow fright thy rest Thy Maker is thy changeless friend,- DECEMBER |