Good Ideas from Everywhere
TO OUR READERS.—This Department aims to present each month the most helpful suggestions at hand. Topics called for in good courses of studies, projects that have proven their value in the schoolroom, original work by children, are here illustrated and described. If you will send to our office the course of study you use, with topics that you would like to see illustrated indicated by a check mark, we will endeavor to take them up in order in this department. But please remember that we must have your request to help at least three months in advance of publication, that our answer may appear on time. We must know before May 1st, for example, about any October topic you would like to see see treated in this Department. We welcome Good Ideas, and will pay for original material that we can use.—The Editors.
QUOTATIONS FOR USE IN APRIL
SELECTED BY ABBY P. CHURCHILL
Has shut her gates of sleet.
And given us back the April time
So fickle and so sweet
Alice Cary.
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Shakespeare.
April's here, and summer’s coming
Sean Ingelow.
Blithest season of all the year.
The little brook laughs as it leaps away;
The lambs are our on the hills at play;
The warm south wind sings, the whole day long,
The merriest kind of a wordless song.
Gladness is born of the April weather,
And the heart is as light as a wind tossed feather.
Who could be sad on a day like this?
The care that vexed no longer is
If we sit down at the great tree’s feet
We feel the pulses of Nature beat
There's an upward impulse in everything
Look up and be glad, is the law of Spring.
E. E. Rexford.
A cloud, and a rainboy's warning,
Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue,
An April day in the morning.
Harrrie Prescott Spofford.
Willows and lilacs bring again,
The whistle of returning birds,
And trumpet-lowing of the herds.
Emerson.
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven,—
All's right with the world.
Robert Browning.
Clinton. Scollard.
April smiles with a tear-wet face.
A. B. Houghton.
And thrill our tuneful frames.
Emerson.
Bless her! she is come again,
Hanging, on the spiky thorn,
Lamps to light the early morn.
. . . .
Here in dainty azure see,
As in merry mockery
Of the soft cerulean dome,
Blue-eyed hyacinth at home.
Edward Capern.
