Part 19 (2/2)

1 What school is the dearest, The neatest and best, What school is hways and byways Have charms from each day, Whose roads and alfalfa, They have come to stay

_Chorus_ Kile, Kile, our own Kile, We love her, we'll praise her, We'll all work for Kile

2 Whose corn is so mellow, Whose cane is so sweet, Whose taters are so mellow, Whose coal's hard to beat, Whose Ma's and whose Grandpa's Are brave, grand and true, Their love for their children They never do rue

There follows a progra, except that very often the parents take part as well as the children

The things are interesting, too, like this little duet, sung at the Thanksgiving entertainirls:

1 If a body pays the taxes, Surely you'll agree, That a body earns a franchise, Whether he or she

_Chorus_ Every man now has the ballot, None, you know, have we, But we have brains and we can use them, Just as well as he

2 If a city's just a household, As it is, they say, Then every city needs housecleaning, Needs it right away

3 Every city has its fathers, Honors them, I we'en, But every city must have mothers, That the house be clean

4 Man now makes the laws for women, Kindly, too, at that, But they often seerand event of this fairyland coirls froo to the county seat for a su classes and lectures, playing ga in the joys of camp life, they come to have a very much broader view of the world and a more intense interest in one another

They are only one-rooe County, but they have adapted the the attention of parents and children alike on the bigger things in rural life, and the ways in which a school may help a countryside to appreciate and enjoy thee County have their fairyland, and are devoted to the good fairy, who, in the shape of a generous, kindly county superintendent, helps them to enjoy it

VI The Task of the Country School

The teacher of a one-roo a class about Columbus

”Where was he born?” she queried

”In Genoa”

”And where is Genoa, Ella?”

”On the Mediterranean Sea,” replied Ella promptly

”What was his business?” was her next question

”He was a sailor,” ventured a bright boy ”A sailor,” chorused the class

”Why was he a sailor, Edith?” Edith shook her head

”Yes, George”

”Why, because he lived on the sea”