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ad ver tise' 666 Wanted - A boy who obeys his ad ver tised' mother'; so advertised one employer. em ploy'er Thousands of such boys are wanted." rash'ness

“ Rashness is not valor." val'or

The men will curb the street. curb


WORD BUILDING (Suffixes) en = made of, to make; ate, dom, head, hood, rick,

ry, ship = condition or office of. free' dom gold'en

sad'den cheap'en duke' dom boy'hood pas'tor ate king'dom min'is try

bright'en bish'op ric clerk'ship priest'hood friend'ship wom'an hood

slav'er y


rus'set grief an noy'ing 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

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“God has commanded time to console the unhappy.”

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cule, en, et, ette, ie, kin, let, ling, ock, ule, y= little,

young; ish, like, ly = like, in a manner; less
without; ne88 = having the quality of; ful, ous,

some, lent, ly, y = full of; ward = in the direc-
tion of; ment = act or result of.

kit'ty home'like joy'ous hill ock

war'like man'nish
dream'y duck'ling

beau'te ous clay'ey hope'less will'ful friend'ly self'ish bird'ie pit'i ful gladness move'ment watch'ful hoarse'ly trou'ble some gos'ling up'ward


stat'u ette kit'ten fool'ish


fraud'u lent lamb'kin cellule wire'less coarse'ness leaf' y

rude' ness murs'ling pun'ish ment child'ish

flow'er et frol'ic some Owl'et north' ward speech'less an i mal'cule

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"Enough is better than too much."
"Actions speak louder than words.'
"A cat in gloves catches no mice."
66 Be not swift to take offense;
Anger is a foe to sense."
"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."


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"A man cannot whistle and drink at the same time."

"He that does good to another does good to himself."

“A handful of good life is worth a bushel of learning."

People who live in glass houses should never throw stones."

"Since thoù art not sure of a minute, throw not away an hour."

"If you would be wealthy, think of saving as well as of getting."


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,

I found the arrow still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again, in the heart of a friend.


Scorn not the lightest word or deed,

Nor deem it void of power;
There's fruit in each wind-wafted seed

That waits its natal hour.
No act falls fruitless; none can tell

How vast its power may be,
Nor what results enfolded dwell
Within it silently.


The day is done, and the darkness

Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward

From an eagle in its flight.

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

That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only

As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,

Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling,

And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,

Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo

Through the corridors of Time:

For, like strains of martial music,

Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor ;

And to-night I long for rest.

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