ad ver tise' ad ver tised' em ploy'er rash'ness val'or curb 97 "Wanted - A boy who obeys his mother'; so advertised one employer. Thousands of such boys are wanted." "Rashness is not valor." The men will curb the street. 98 WORD BUILDING (Suffixes) en = made of, to make; ate, dom, head, hood, rick, = condition or office of. ry, ship free'dom gold'en sad'den slav'er y rus'set grief an noyꞌing in trude' dis ease' an'nu al reg'is ter rip'ple rip'pling con sole' un hap'py The pears are russet brown. "The only cure for grief is action." When one is busy, it is annoying for another to intrude upon one's time. “Disease is a tax on ill pleasure.” The annual report shows forty-five pupils on register in 5 B grade. "Rippling waters make a pleasant moan." "God has commanded time to console the unhappy." WORD BUILDING (Suffixes) cule, en, et, ette, ie, kin, let, ling, ock, ule, y = little, young; ish, like, ly = like, in a manner; = less= without; ness having the quality of; ful, ous, some, lent, ly, y = full of; ward in the direction of; ment act or result of. = 66 66 MAXIMS AND PROVERBS Enough is better than too much.” "A cat in gloves catches no mice." "Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build." "Cheerful looks make every dish a feast.. “A fool and his money are soon parted.” “And many strokes, though with a little ax, Hew down and fell the hardest timbered oak." "He that lives upon hope will die fasting." “A learned man is a tank, a wise man is a spring." "A good cause makes a stout heart and a strong arm." "A man cannot whistle and drink at the same time." good “He that does to another does good to him- o self." "A handful of life is worth a bushel of learning." "People who live in glass houses should never throw stones." "Since thou art not sure of a minute, throw not away an hour." 66 • If you would be why, think of saving as well as of getting." THE ARROW AND THE SONG I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I know not where ; For so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I know not where; For who has sight so keen and strong That it can follow the flight of a song? Long, long afterward, in an oak, - HENRY WADSWORTH LOngfellow. Scorn not the lightest word or deed, There's fruit in each wind-wafted seed That waits its natal hour. No act falls fruitless; none can tell THE DAY IS DONE The day is done, and the darkness I see the lights in the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist! A feeling of sadness and longing And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Not from the grand old masters, For, like strains of martial music, And to-night I long for rest. |