Northern Arizona State Teachers College - La Cuesta Yearbook (Flagstaff, AZ)

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Windows: I am the windows. I am made so tha.t the peo- ple can look outside and so that the light can come in. I help to keep out the cold. Sometimes the children forget and throw their ball in the wrong direction and I get broken. Halls: I am the halls. The children must pass through me to get to their rooms. But often they forget to go to their rooms and stop on the way to visit or hang out of the win- dows. Floors: i I am the floor. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What shall I do? I am so dirty. The children do not clean their feet be- fore they come into the building and they leave mud all over me. What shall I do? What shall I do? Flowers: I am the flowers. You do not put water on me when I need it. I need a little drink sometimes. You have to take good care of me if you want me to grow beautiful so that I can help to make the Training School a beautiful place. Blackboard: I am the blackboard. I am made to write on but sometimes you write on me and forget to erase me. I wish you would clean me when you use me. I am made to help with your work but when your writing is not good and your work not well done, I cannot help to make your room beautiful. iTraining School disappears and boy wakens, stretches.J Boy: Where am I? Where is the Training School? I have been dreaming! CRuns to the door.J Boys! Boys! come here! QBoys come running.D I have had a wonderful dream. The parts of the Training School told me the naughty things we do that keep it from being a beautiful, happy place. What shall we do about it? fBoys excitedly suggest such things as Be polite, Keep on the sidewalks, Do not walk on the grass, Keep the walls clean, etc.J Boy: Come, let us write out some of these ideas. lThey go out and soon the boy returns with the suggestions written out.J Boy: We suggest that the children: 1 Keep on the walks and not run over the ground where grass is planted. 2 Keep the walls clean. 3 Keep the birdbath clean. 4 Pick up the papers from the yard and put them in the scrap-can. 5 Take care of the playground apparatus and be generous 6 Throw the ball AWAY from the building. 7 Clean the feet before coming into the building. 8 Go right to their rooms and find something to do. 9 Keep the voices quiet. 10 Keep the basements clean and quiet. 11 Come to school clean. 12 Be polite to everybody. One Hundred Fifty-One

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Prince: Those are my horses and that is my coachmanf' Goachman: Oh, my Prince, my heart has been in iron bars since you have been away, but now my heart is bursting the iron bars with joy. Prince: Come, my beautiful Princess, let us go to my coach. THE DREAM OF THE TRAINING SCHOOL CEnter the boy with a very discontented .look one his face.J Boy: O, dear! I have had a very unhappy day today! I am going to get into mother's cabinet! It is locked. What shall I do? CPause.J I know what I'll do! I'll get some magazines. CGets magazines and looks at them.D None of them have pictures in them. I am going to get my book. It surely has some pictures. CGoes for book.J My book is gone. What shall I do? I am going to sleep. I guess this chair is big enough. I wonder why this has been such an unhappy day ? tHe goes to sleep.J QE-nter Training School. The boy starts up.J Who are you . Training School: I am the Training School. I am so un- happy today because I meant to be beautiful but the girls and boys do not seem always to remember to treat me in the right way. Boy: What do you mean? Training School: Listen and you shall hear. Sidewalk: QEnters and bows to the Training School.J I am the sidewalks. I am made for the people to walk on but some of the boys and girls throw rocks on me and some mark on me with chalk. Trees: I am the trees. I was planted to give shade and to help make the Training School beautiful, but the boys and girls hang -on me so that I cannot grow straight. It breaks my roots, too. I am not planted for you to swing on. Walls: I am the walls. Some one takes chalk and marks on me. Others throw mud and rocks at me and chip off little pieces of stone, so I cannot look as beautiful as it was meant I should. Birdbath: I am the birdbath. I was made for a place for the birds to come to and bathe in and to drink from. But the children forget and throw rocks and dirt in me so the birds won't come. I think they should be more careful. Grass Seed: I am the grass seed. I am sad because the boys and girls of the Training School step on me. They put rocks on me and they won't let me grow up so I can make the school yard pretty. I wish I could grow but I think I can't because the children play on my soft bed. The workmen made me a bed of soft dirt, but if the children play on me they will make my bed hard so that I can't push my way out. Playground: I am the playground. I was built to make the children happy, but the big children won't let the little children swing. They should not swing more than their share. They should let the little girls and boys swing sometimes. Everyone should be generous. One Hundred Fifty

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LLITER TU E Two Little Rabbits Once upon a time there were two little rabbits, and they had one egg. One rabbit said: 'Tll dye that egg. The other one said: No, you won't, 'cause I will. Then since both of them wanted the egg to dye and both could not have it, they began to fight for it until the egg feli on the fl-oor and was broken. The coloring-it was all spilled. The little rabbits, instead of dyeing the egg, had to clean up the mess they had made. -KATHRYN STEVENSON. This is Peter Rabbit Who had a very bad habit, A He liked to run away And in the farmer's garden play. Floppsy, Mopsy and Cottontail, Three little rabbits who never fail. They picked their blackberries before they played And had a very happy day. Mrs. Rabbit was a very good mother, She told her children to play with each other. And went to the baker's to buy them some bread, Only three remembered what she said. BED TIME STORY By KENNETH CAFFEY, Eighth Grade It was springtime in the green forest, and all the little folk of the forest were awakening. Digger, the Badger, emerged from his little home among the rocks. He sat blinking for a moment, for jolly Mr. Sun was shining bright, so brightly that it dazzled his eyes. Digger is usually fat and rolly, but he had not had any- thing to eat since he went to sleep in the fall. He waddled out to find something to eat. He wandered down toward the smiling pool, when all of a sudden right out of the bushes popped Jimmy Skunk with one of Rancher Brown's chickens in his mouth. Digger was so surprised that he couldn't speak for a moment. Hello, Digger, said Jimmy, you look as if you were half starved. By this time Digger had found his voice. Where did you get that chicken ? questioned Digger., al- though his mouth was Watering so he could hardly talk. One Hundred Fifty-Two