&&000 AMERICAN BOOK CO.  (1970)  4TH GRADE       AMR9704T.ASC
IDEAS, IMAGES AND I   SERIES
I DO, DARE, AND DREAM by John M. Franco et al
Source: Hobart WS  xerox scan edit by DPH   February 13, 1993

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 Go back, =Tina,  =Lee said in a hard voice.
 No! No! I'm staying with you,  =Tina cried.
 And I'm keeping the dog. He's mine. 
Now stop it,  =Lee yelled, giving =Tina a shove.
She did it so quickly, I hardly saw it happen.
All of a sudden, =Tina was on the ground with
the whole side of her arm scratched and bleeding.
The puppy was kind of pushed under her. He
was making high, long sounds.
=Lee got down on the ground, and started
wiping =Tina's arm with the material. She looked
scared, and tears were running down her face.
=Tina! Baby! I didn't mean it! You're all right,
aren't you?  she kept saying.
As soon as =Tina opened her eyes, and I knew
she'd be Okay, I picked up the puppy and left. I
just couldn't stand to look at =Lee. In fact, I
didn't care if I never saw her again.
The puppy shivered and cried all the way
home. His leg was bent funny, and it seemed
to hurt him when I touched it. I tied a stick on
it to hold it straight, but I guess I'm not much of
a doctor. That leg still isn't right. And mostly, he
doesn't even try to put it down when he walks.



 You're right ! The name should tell
something about all this,  said Mr =Ray. He
waved at the group painting the stairway, and
=Pete playing, and Mr =Wiki and Mr =Rainwater
along with a lot of other people all busy working
and talking.
Mr =Ray must have been reading my thoughts,
because he added,  =Most of these people would
never even look at each other before. Now, by 
working together, they've made something for
everyone to use.
So, of course, we knew what the name had
to be. And if you ever come to the street two
blocks down from the =West =Street =School, take
a look at the bright yellow house on the corner.
Doesn't it look great? It's the one with the words


The nurse smiled.  We have a lot of people
named =Robinson   she said.
=Cullen wished he were a =hundred miles away.
The room smelled like a hospital, and the nurse
made him feel very small and afraid. He wished
his mother could have come instead of sending
him. But this was her busy season at the
factory, and no one had been to see =Grandpa all
week. =Cullen knew he would have to stick it out.
He tried not to let the nurse see how he felt.
 My grandfather is =Ben =Robinson and he's in a
wheelchair,  he said.  He looks kind of like me,
but his hair is all gray.  Then =Cullen added,
 He just came here last week. 
 Oh, the new Mr =Robinson,  said the nurse.
 Of course, I should have known who your
grandfather is. Go right down the hall into that
big sitting room on the left. You'll find him
resting there. 
=Cullen hurried down the hall as fast as his
legs could carry him. He wasn't sure if he was
running away from the nurse or running to his
grandfather.



Miss =Baker looked at =Felisa thoughtfully.
After a while, she said,  That's like hurrying
up to go nowhere, =Felisa. If you don't finish
high school, there really isn't anything you can
do at the hospital. And, of course, if you want
to be a doctor or do tests you'll need a lot more
schooling after high school. 
=Felisa was deep in thought as she followed
Miss =Baker back to the tiny room.
Miss =Baker left some fresh water for =The
=Giant and then they all went out together.
Come again,  =Miss =Baker said, smiling at
the twins.  Goodbye, =Felisa,  she added as she
hurried on to the bus stop.
=Felisa looked at her watch.  I think it's time
to eat cakes,  she said, taking the twins by the
hand. 
They ran till they were out of breath. And
when they got back to the apartment, the twins
had some milk and ate their cakes. Then, they
went into their bedroom to watch Television.
=Felisa stayed in the kitchen to talk to her aunt.
=Tia =Maria was hemming blankets for the
new baby and =Felisa sat beside her.




 Please, lady, don't cry. I'll get you out, 
=Pedro said in a loud voice. But to himself he
thought,  If only I could. If only I could get
to the floor below, or the one above.  
Looking up, =Pedro saw a small square in the
ceiling of the elevator. Standing the suitcase
on end, he climbed on top of it and pushed at
the square. At first, it seemed to be stuck. But
finally it moved open like a trapdoor!
Pulling himself up, =Pedro wriggled through
the opening and onto the roof of the elevator.
One quick look up was enough to make him
feel cold. He stood up, holding onto the chain
of the elevator with one hand. With the
other hand, he reached up and banged on the
door to the floor above.  Anybody there?  he
yelled.
The same voice he'd heard before answered
from close by. The voice told him how to open
the catch. =Pedro slid back the door. More than
anything else, he wanted to be standing on
that floor he could see above him.
 Come on,  said the man, reaching down to
pull =Pedro up.



The boy who had dropped the ball was very
angry. He was the same boy who had made fun
of =Tojiama. His name was =Tom. If it had been
anyone else, =Tojiama would have said he was
sorry. But he would not speak to =Tom, and so
he just stood there.
Get off the field before I throw you off,
=Tom shouted! 

 If you think you can do so, I will be pleased
to have you try,  =Tojiama said.
=Tom swung at =Tojiama, but =Tojiama was
ready. His arms flew out. His head smashed
into =Tom's middle and his hands went behind
=Tom s knees. 

=Tom's knees gave way and he fell to the
ground. The other boys came running.
 Wow!  said =Roy.  Did you see that?  
=Tom shook his head to clear it. Then, he got
up and started for =Tojiama again. Once more he
found himself on the ground.
 Okay! Okay! Break it up,  shouted =Roy.  We'll
all get in trouble. 
=Tojiama looked at the faces of the boys. They
were not friendly. He turned and walked away.

because =Sunday happens to be =Dad's birthday!
 You go on, if you want to,  said =Marcia. = 1
couldn't have a good time, knowing that =Dad
was alone on his birthday. I'm not going.
 Well, I am!  said =Kitty.  I'm sure =Dad will
understand. I'll even get him another present.
Then, he'll know I'm thinking of him. 
When =Kitty had gone, =Marcia started dinner.
The little apartment was hot, and =Marcia
couldn't help thinking about the cool, country
weekend she was missing.
Before long, =Marcia heard her father's
footsteps. They sounded tired. When he came in
and saw =Marcia, Mr =Small looked surprised.
=I thought you'd gone, he said.
 I changed my mind,  =Marcia answered.
 Come on, sit down. Dinner is ready. 
The next day was =Saturday. =Marcia gave her
father his breakfast before he left for work.
 Have a good day,  she called as he left.
=Marcia was glad she'd been there to see her
father off. But for her, the day was long, lonely,
and very, very warm.
First, she straightened the apartment. Next,



 =Well,  he said, looking at =Purdie and
scratching his head.  You don't look like a
cavalry man to me. Besides, I'll bet you can't
even sit a horse ! 
=Purdie's head snapped back.  I can ride, 
he said, looking the sergeant in the eye.  I can
ride better than most.
 A runt like you?  laughed the sergeant.
 Go on! I don't believe it! 
But there was something about the way
the sergeant stop laughing.
I used to ride back home,  said =Purdie.  I
rode the best race horses.  =Master said that as
long as I was such a runt, I wouldn't slow down
the horse in a race. 
 =Ummmm,  said the sergeant.
 Please! Give me a chance,  said =Purdie.  I
walked all the way from down =South to join up. 
The sergeant shook his head in wonder.
 You walked?  he asked.  All that way? 
=Purdie nodded. 
 Why?  snapped the sergeant.
 To be somebody,  said =Purdie.  To be a man. 

Down at the bus station, the boys who were
leaving to visit with families in the country for
two weeks had on yellow name-cards. They
crowded into the bus, laughing, shouting, and
waving goodbye. =Father =Carl, who had set up
the trip, stood near the bus, checking offnames.
=Leo opened the window and yelled to his
sister =Patty, who had come to see him off, 
Tell =Bob and =Jay they can use my ball and bat till
I get back!
They will, anyhow,  said =Patty, laughing.
The driver started up the bus.
00000 000 GINN READERS  GRADE 4 LEVEL 11             TEXT=DY1:GINN11.TXT
00000 000 THE SUN THAT WARMS (no author on cover) 1969
00000 000 Transcribed by DPH Mar 1983   Stratified SRS  pages:

00001 111 =Mom forty! It seemed a great age and they considered it in silence
00002 111 as they cleaned up their plates. Finally =Christopher said, you
00003 111 fixing to do something for =Mom? =Lucy nodded. In a way, she said.
00004 111 I got an idea, that's all. She looked around the table. You want
00005 111 to come in on it? =Dennis' eye's grew cautious. What you got in
00006 111 mind? I want to have a picture taken of all of us together and I
00007 111 want it right before =Bonnie's tooth comes out. You got money
00008 111 for that, demanded =Christopher, in an astonished whisper? =Lucy
00009 111 shook her head. That's the trouble. We got to get the picture first
00010 111 and the money later.

00011 111 Fingertips pointing the opposites. Now bouncing tiptoe like a 
00012 111 dropped ball. Or a kid skipping rope, come on, come on. Running a
00013 111 scattering of steps sidewise. How he teeters, skitters, tingles,
00014 111 teases, taunts them, hovers like an ecstatic bird, He's only 
00015 111 flirting, crowd him, crowd him, delicate, delicate, delicate, now!
00016 111   Authors are often asked, Where do you get your ideas for your 
00017 111 stories? As is true with most interesting questions, there are
00018 111 many answers. An author may write about events of his childhood.
00019 111 Sometimes story ideas come from people an author meets and places
00020 111 he visits.

00021 111 Not that they didn't make him feel welcome. All of them, except
00022 111 possibly =Sam, one of the =Tadlock boys, had been kindness itself.
00023 111 But food was getting low and =Caje imagined that Uncle =Adam and
00024 111 Aunt =Jess would be glad of one less mouth to feed, especially
00025 111 after the accident which had almost killed his Uncle =Adam. =Caje
00026 111 knew the ways of the woods. Ever since his mother's death he had
00027 111 shared his father's woodsy life. He could hunt and shoot almost as 
00028 111 well as =Jared. He was strong too. So, one night he decided
00029 111 to leave the warm cabin and face the wilderness and the cold
00030 111 on his own. He would not be a burden any longer on the kindly
00031 111 =Tadlocks.

00032 111 But she knew hundreds of folk tales and would tell theses tales of
00033 111 magic and adventure to her grandson whenever he came to see her.
00034 111 =HansChristian loved these old tales. He made plays from them, which
00035 111 he acted out with his toy actors in his toy theater. Slowly, the 
00036 111 idea came to him that he would like to be an actor someday, himself.
00037 111 He dreamed of going to the great city of =Copenhagen and there
00038 111 winning riches and fame. So certain was he of his future, that he 
00039 111 boasted of it to everyone.

00040 111 Next he lifted out some loaves of white bread. Look at this, wife.
00041 111 He holds up the string of sausages as the grinding noise continues.
00042 111 And just look at this. He shows her the loaves of white bread. 
00043 111 Didn't I say this was our lucky day? Husband, husband, you are 
00044 111 right! This is our lucky day. What a fine husband you are. Loudly
00045 111 over the grinding noise. Good little mill, thank you for enough.
00046 111 The grinding noise stops. Poor brother and wife look at one another
00047 111 with joy, then they join hands and dance around the table as the
00048 111 curtain falls. Now that they knew how to get all the food they
00049 111 wanted, the poor brother and his wife planned a feast for all the 
00050 111 poor people of the town. 

00051 111 At night we reached a village where we learned that bandits were 
00052 111 working in the area, The police were all out chasing them. We stayed
00053 111 in the cold, dark, dirty inn, first spraying the place with =DDT.
00054 111 The next morning we discovered that while police were searching
00055 111 the hills, the bandits had come into the town to hide and had passed
00056 111 about =100 feet from us. On the second day he hired for protection
00057 111 a few soldiers, ragged, straw-sandaled youths equipped with old 
00058 111 guns, each of them cost us about =18 cents a day. Late in the 
00059 111 afternoon on our third day, we arrived at an old village of about
00060 111 =1000 people. The last visitors they had seen had passed through
00061 111 more than a year before.

00062 111 Anything as small as a pebble should come out easily, but this 
00063 111 object seemed to be rooted deeply. He scraped a bit of sand from
00064 111 around it and found that it looked like a cow's horn. He tugged
00065 111 again with no better result. Curious, he dug and tugged until he
00066 111 was sure it was actually a horn. Yet, it looked like a rock. How 
00067 111 could a thing like this happen? This was no place to bury a cow! 
00068 111 It must be something else, but what? =Burnett skipped after the 
00069 111 sheep and hurried them among home, so he could ask his father to 
00070 111 come and see the horn-shaped rock.

00071 111 The man pushed his sombrero back and scratched his head. He was 
00072 111 thinking hard, figuring. None at all, the man said, finally.
00073 111 =Ramon's mouth fell open, he was so surprised. The man saw his
00074 111 surprise. It's this way, he said, speaking carefully so that
00075 111 =Ramon would be sure to understand. I must have =centavos for my
00076 111 rides, because I have to pay =centavos to the boys who push the
00077 111 merry-go-round. How could I pay them with a bowl? I would 
00078 111 have to smash it and give each one a piece. And what good would a
00079 111 piece of broken bowl be to them. No good at all. No, I must have
00080 111 =centavos for rides. 

00081 111 It last when they has chosen a pot on the vines a tribesman grasped 
00082 111 it at that exact place and gave a mighty leap, shoving his body as 
00083 111 far out as he could. Down! Down! Down he swung, clearing the water 
00084 111 by about two heights of a man. But now up! Up! Up in a lazy arc
00085 111 the man on the vine swung. And then down and up again, back onto the
00086 111 branch returned this human pendulum. I missed the opposite tree
00087 111 by two lengths of a man, he said. Perhaps if I hold a little lower 
00088 111 on the vine, I can reach out and grasp the twigs on the other side.
00089 111 I can curl my body up in a ball when I am over the water.

00090 111 It was he who finally led them to a cave among the rocks. It was
00091 111 getting dark again and the men were overjoyed to find shelter. 
00092 111 They went into the cave, stumbling over rocks on the darkness. 
00093 111 Weary and footsore, they huddled together and fell fast alseep.
00094 111 The cave was filled with snore echoes. So in this way, =Alphonse
00095 111 learned that a soldier's life is not all drums and marching and
00096 111 cheers.
00097 111   When =Pagot woke up, he had to go outside to find out is it was
00098 111 morning yet. The sun was shining and the birds twittering. The
00099 111 corporal gathered an armful of brush and twigs. He carried them
00100 111 into the cave and started a fire with his flint.
&&000 HARPER & ROW  (1972)   4TH GRADE           HAR9724T.ASC
TRAVELING THE TRADE WINDS by Eldonna L. Evertts et al
Source: Elmira College  xerox scan edit by DPH February 7, 1993

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=Katie leaned against the school wall. It was
hard, getting to be one of a bunch when you're a
newcomer in a small town. Oh, the girls were all
friendly enough, but they had known each other
since first grade. They had memories and jokes
together from way back, and =Katie =John was still
an outsider.
Thank the luck she had =Sue for a best friend!
But she did wish someone else would notice her
sometimes, too. And =Sue was out of school today
with a cold.  I'm the biggest =Nobody in my whole
class,  she muttered. She felt so cold and alone
and sad that she could almost cry.
The bell rang and =Katie went into the school
building with the other children.

Miss =Singer held up her hand for silence and
said to =Alvaro,  Was it a big plane? 
Big,  said =Alvaro.
 Yes,  said Miss =Singer kindly.  You came in a
big plane. Sit down, =Alvaro. 
=Alvaro dropped into his seat and drew a deep
breath while Miss =Singer wrote in a book.
In the little silence, =Candita made up her mind:
she would not say a single word. She would listen
and say nothing. Even when she understood Miss
=Singer's question and knew the answer, too, she
would not speak =English. Only when she could
talk like Miss =Singer would she talk in school, not
a day before. Only if Miss =Singer talked to her in
=Spanish would she answer her.
She would not talk like a small child. She
would not say big, plane, yes, no.



In =1638 an =English bishop wrote a scientific book, =The
=Discovery of a =New =World, in which he listed four ways
man might fly. These were: by the help of spirits, by means
of birds, by wings fastened to the body, or in a flying
chariot. He thought that if a man could reach a height of
twenty miles, he should be able to continue on to the
moon. About this time various authors wrote stories in
which a moon voyage was accomplished by one or another
of the bishop's methods.
In =1656 a book by =Cyrano de =Bergerac, the famous
=French swordsman and writer, was published. It was
the first time anyone had thought of sending a flying
chariot powered by rockets to the moon. And no one else
was to consider the practical possibility of it for another
=200 years.
This tale by de =Bergerac reflects many of the scientific
beliefs of his time, including some about the weather
forces.



A crow was so thirsty, his throat was so raw
That he found it quite difficult even to caw.
He flew around looking for something to drink.
 Some swallows of water would help me, I think.
It seems very plain
We do need some rain.
Without water I'm sure
That I cannot endure
This very uncomfortable temperature. 



The man who did the most for road building in
=Europe was the =Scotsman, =John =McAdam. By =1815
he had developed a quicker and cheaper way of
building a hard-surfaced road. He put a layer of
small stones on top of a dirt base. Traffic passed over
the surface until the stones were pressed together.
Then a second layer of stones was put down. These
roads were called  macadam  roads and are still
used in many parts of the world.
The =Europeans had the old =Roman roads with
which to start their road improvements. The early
settlers in =American began with only Indian and
animal trails.
The first important highway in =American was called
the =Boston =Post =Road'6 It went between =Boston and
=New =York =City. In =1673, riders began carrying mail
over the =Boston =Post =Road.
The first hard-surfaced road in the =United =States
was finished in =1795'7.  To pay for the road, tolls
were charged at nine tollgates. 



Now I must dress the chicken. I wonder if
she wants a he chicken or a she chicken?  said
=Amelia =Bedelia. =Amelia =Bedelia went right to
work. Soon the chicken was finished.
=Amelia =Bedelia heard the door open.  The folks
are back,  she said. She rushed out to meet them.
 =Amelia =Bedelia, why are all the light bulbs
outside?  asked Mr =Rogers.
 The list just said to put the lights out,  said
=Amelia =Bedelia.  It didn't say to bring them back
in. Oh, I do hope they didn't get aired too long. 
 =Amelia =Bedelia, the sun will fade the  
furniture. I asked you to draw the drapes,  said Mrs
=Rogers.
 I did! I did! See,  said =Amelia =Bedelia. She
held up her picture.



As =Tante =Odette worked at her weaving every
evening, =Chouchou would lie by the stove and
steadily stare at her with his big green eyes.
 If only you could talk,  =Tante =Odette would
say,  what company you would be for me. 
One fall evening, =Tante =Odette was busy at her
weaving. Her short fingers flew among the threads
like pigeons.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
The old woman took the lamp from the table
and went to the door. She opened it slowly. The
light from the lamp fell on a queer old man who
had the unmistakable look of the woods. He wore
a bright red sash around his waist and a black
crow feather in his woolen cap. He had a bushy
moustache like a homemade broom and a  
sunbrowned face.
=Pierre =Leblanc,  said the old man, making a
deep bow.
 What do you want?  asked =Tante =Odette
sharply.
 I'm looking for a place to stay and for work, 
answered =Pierre =Leblanc.  I am getting too old
to trap for furs. I would like a job here. 
 I don't need help,  snapped =Tante =Odette.  I
can do everything myself. And I have my cat. 



Many are the tales that have been told about a mysterious
wild white stallion. He is said to have appeared now and
then on the plains of the =American =West.
Some who saw him thought that he was not a real horse
at all but just a drift of mist. They called him the =Ghost
=Horse of the =Prairies.
Others were sure he was real. But whatever he was,
it seemed he did not grow old. Indians and cowboys caught
glimpses of him for over a =hundred years. Yet no one was
ever able to catch him. Although many tried, they found
the stallion was faster and stronger than any other horse.
Only one person ever claimed to have touched the
wild white horse. She was a young pioneer girl named
=Gretchen.

Pioneers were people who settled in new parts of
=American. Their lives were different from the lives of
most people today. Any neighbors they had usually
lived many miles away. Pioneer families did not get
to see each other very often. Their lives were quite
lonely.
The pioneers also had to work very hard. Every
day of their lives was filled with important jobs to be
done. They had to raise their food, make their
clothes, and build their own houses. Even the young
children had to help. It took much determination to
be a pioneer.
But pioneer life, though hard and lonely, was not
all work. Pioneer families also had fun, but they
had to make their own fun. There were no football or
basketball games. There were no movies or television. There
were almost no books or newspapers to read. But
sometimes the pioneers got together, and just being
together was an adventure.



 They stick their paws up through those bars all
the time,  said =Ben.  Why, I've had them pull at
my coat in the night until they made my skin
prickle. You see, =Toby my boy, monkeys are  
monkeys; and you mustn't get the idea that they're
anything else. You think that old monkey knows
what you say? He doesn't. He keeps his eyes on
you. Then he tries to do just as you do, and that's
all there is to it. 
=Toby would have believed all that =Ben had said
if, just at that second, he had not seen that brown
fist reaching through the hole to grab his coat again.
=Toby put another doughnut in the tiny hand, and
then sat thinking.
For a time they rode without talking. =Ben was
whistling without making a sound, and =Toby's
thoughts were far away in the home he had left.
=Toby's thoughtfulness had made him sleepy. His
eyes were almost closed, when he was startled by
a loud noise. He had a feeling of being dumped from
his seat, and then he lay senseless by the side of the
road. The wagon was wrecked and all of the  
monkeys were escaping. Ben knew at once from the
noise that his wagon was breaking down. Without
having time to tell =Toby of the trouble.
&&000 HARPER & ROW  (1973)   4TH GRADE             HAR9734T.ASC
DESIGN FOR READING SERIES
FROM PYRAMIDS TO PRINCES by Mabel O'Donnell and J. Louis Cooper
Source: Elmira College xerox, scan edit by DPH February 7, 1993

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On the east side of the continent of =Africa lies the
country of =Ethiopia. It is a land of mountains and deserts
and jungles. A look at the map or globe in your room
will show you it is very close to the equator.
In the heart of the country is the state of =Shoa. Before
the railroad came, only =sixty years ago, =Shoa was cut
off from the rest of =Ethiopia by the mountains around
it. In those years, a boy or girl might grow up in =Shoa
without any contact with the outside world. Today jet
planes fly in and out of =Addis =Ababa, which now is the
capital city of =Shoa and all of =Ethiopia.



Mathematics is also about shapes. The branch of
mathematics in which we study shapes is geometry.
Triangles are among the most interesting shapes.
The =Greeks who lived over =2000 years ago thought
that four different types of triangles represented
what they believed to be the four elements from
which everything is made. The four kinds of triangles
and the elements they represented are shown at the
top of this page and the next.
Today we don't think these four triangles represent
the elements. However, mathematicians still study
and use these triangles.



No matter how big a number is, there will always
be a number bigger than it. Dr =Edward =Kasner, a
famous mathematician, thought of the number  
represented by =1 with a =hundred =O's after it. He asked his
nine-year-old nephew to think of a name for such a
number. His nephew thought of the name =googol.
You may think that a =googol is a huge number, but
there are larger nnmbers. Dr =Kasner's nephew
thought of the name =googolplex for a =1 with a =googol
of =O's after it. It is impossible to count from one to
=googolplex in a lifetime. We can say:
=googolplex => =googol

Another way of looking at the same relationship is
to say that the =googolplex is the big number and the
=googol is the little number. Isn't it strange to think
of a one with a =hundred zeroes after it as a little
number? Compared to a =googolplex, it is a little
number, however. There are also numbers that make
a =googolplex seem little when compared to them.



In =1901 the Italian inventor =Marconi announced
that the letter =S had been sent across the =Atlantic
=Ocean without the use of wires. The world was
truly amazed. Could =Marconi have imagined that
=seventy years later there would be =290 =million radios
in the =United =States alone?
Probably not, for =Marconi thought of his  
invention as mainly a help to ships at sea. He showed how
radio messages could be sent using the  dot dash 
code that telegraph operators used. Others, following
in his footsteps, developed radios that could send
voices and music over the airwaves.



could mean   sun,    hot,  or   daytime.  As picture
words were drawn by many different people, parts
of the picture were left out to make it easier to draw.
Finally a very simple design came to stand for a
whole word or idea.
This type of writing was the first writing system
and is still used in =China and =Japan. It began in what
is now the country of Iraq, in southwestern =Asia. It
spread to =Egypt and then to the ancient country of
=Phoenicia. The =Phoenicians lived in what are now
the countries of =Syria, =Lebanon, and Israel. In about
the year =1200 =BC the =Phoenicians gave us a new
writing system. They developed the alphabet, in which
the letters represent sounds rather than objects or
ideas. Many of these letters were taken from the old



earth, you are going right along, too. You do not
realize that you are going at this great speed because
everything else on earth is going along with you.
While you have been reading this paragraph, you
have been carried at least two =hundred miles in orbit
around the sun.
In spite of the great speed at which the earth is
traveling, one journey of the earth around the sun
requires =365 days, =5 hours, =48 minutes, and =46
seconds. We generally say, however, that the time
required is =365 days because that is almost, nearly,
or approximately the time required.
We call the length of time required for the earth
to revolve once on its orbit a year. A definition for
the word year that might be found in a dictionary is
this: =365 days, the approximate time required for the
earth to revolve once around the sun. It is important for
you to remember this definition accurately.
In the drawing, or diagram, on page =33, notice
the arrows that show the direction in which the
hands of the clock at the left are moving. 



You may say that the sun does not look like a
star. It is much larger than a star. It does not seem
to twinkle as other stars do. It shines in the daytime,
and the other stars shine at night. But the sun is
a star just the same.
The sun looks different from the other stars
because it is closer to us than are any of the other
stars. It is the closest star to the earth.
The other stars shine in the daytime also. We
cannot see them because the sun-star is so much
closer to us. Its light is so bright that we cannot see
the light that the other stars give. Since the sun is
the only star we see in the daytime, we may call it
our   daytime star. 
Even though it is the closest star to the earth, the
sun is still very far away. Imagine that you are in
a car traveling =sixty miles an hour. Imagine that you
can keep on going without stopping until you reach
the sun. It would take you =175 years to make that
trip. People do not live that long. You would never
reach the sun going at that speed.
Imagine that you are in a space ship flying  
=thirtyfive =hundred miles an hour. If you flew all day and
all night without stopping, it would still take you
about three years to reach the sun. How old would
you be when you got to the sun? How old would you
be when you returned again to earth?
Why would these trips by car and by space ship
take so long? Because the sun is =ninety-three =million
miles away from the earth. 



cardboard to try out your ideas. When you find them
workable, simply make another mobile just like your
cardboard model, using wire an eighth of an inch
thick and zinc, copper, or aluminum sheeting. You
will need small screws instead of tape, tin snippers
instead of scissors, and a screwdriver. All of these
supplies may be purchased at a hardware store.
In making metal mobiles, a solid flat surface is
needed to work on. If no workbench is available,
try the kitchen table.
Mobiles were invented in the =1930s by =Alexander
=Calder, an =American sculptor. A sculptor is an
artist who works with stone, metal, and other
materials. =Calder was interested in movement and
thought of the mobile as a type of sculpture that
would bring movement into art. The mobiles at the
beginning and end of this article were made by
=Alexander =Calder.



That night, =Noreen dreamed that she was dancing
at a splendid ball in her dress of silver and her crown
of gold. Round and round the ballroom she went, as
silver spangles fluttered down like snow, turning
everything into a shimmering fairy's web of light.
And then she was up on her toes in a graceful  
pirouette. Everyone watched; everyone applauded. As
she whirled, her dress opened out like a great white
flower around her and       suddenly she felt herself
sliding and skidding helplessly. She looked down; the
silver spangles had changed to fish scales. The floor
was covered with fish heads and fish tails and slimy,
slippery sawdust. And everyone was calling  =Fish
=Girl! Fish =Girl! Fish =Girl! 
=Noreen awoke, not knowing quite where she was
for a moment. Then she turned over in the bed and
cried and cried till she finally fell asleep again.
The next week passed in a blur of rain and snow
that instantly turned to slush.

&&000 HARPER & ROW  (1976) READING   plus         HAR9764T.ASC
DREAMS AND DRAGONS  no author on cover page
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 I didn't watch,  =Harry said.  When  I saw her go
for that strainer and her club,  I went right down to
Mrs =Ginzburg's. But even there  I could smell fish
cooking. 
Although =Mama opened all the windows that  
afternoon, and no one else seemed to notice anything,
=Harry and  I thought we smelled fish cooking for
days.
We cried ourselves to sleep that night, and the next
night too. Then we made ourselves stop crying. After
that, we felt as if we were years older than =Mama
and =Papa.
One night about a week after =Passover, though, we
were sitting in the kitchen helping =Mama shell peas
when =Papa came home. As he walked through the
door, we noticed that he was carrying something
orange and black and white and furry in his arms.
It was a beautiful big tricolor cat.
 They had too many cats hanging around the loft, 
=Papa said.  This one seemed so friendly and pretty
that  I brought her home. 
=Mama seemed surprised, but she let the cat stay.
She was a clean cat and good at chasing the rats out
of our kitchen. We called her =Joe.  =Mama couldn't
understand that.

All racers line up at the starting
line. They stand with one foot on
the ground and one foot on the
opposite pedal. They mount and
start at the signal.

The racers start riding slowly
about =20 feet back from the
starting line. When they are
about even with each other, the
starter begins the race.

The bicycles are placed at the
starting line with their stands
holding them upright. The racers
line up on foot about =20 feet
back from the bikes. At the
signal, the racers run to their
bikes, mount, and go!

along toward the =High =Ridge. He wished =Father had
been there to see how skillfully he had worked and
to note that during the freeze his left ear hadn't
flickered once.
The sun was well up when he emerged on the
=High =Ridge. On the porch of the =Red =Farmhouse
the fat =Bulldog and the =Setter slept soundly, soaking
up its warmth. On any other occasion =Little =Georgie
would have been tempted to wake them to enjoy
their silly efforts at running, but mindful of =Father's
instructions, he kept dutifully on his way.
The =High =Ridge was a long and open strip of
country, very uninteresting to =Little =Georgie. The
view, over miles and miles of rolling woods and
meadows, was very beautiful, but he didn't care
especially about views. The brilliant blue sky and
the bright little cream-puff clouds were beautiful
too. They made him feel good; so did the warm
sun, but frankly he was becoming slightly bored. So
to ease his boredom, he began to make a little
song.
The words had been rattling around in his head
for some days now and the music was there, too,
but he couldn't quite get them straight and fitted
together. So he hummed and he sang and he  
whistled.



A group of =Mexican archaeologists had come to a
village in the =Yucatan to search for treasures from
the past. Don =Romero, the head archaeologist, hired
=Tuchin, a young =Mayan boy, to serve as interpreter
for the =Mayan workmen and the =Mexican scientists.
=Tuchin was excited about working with the  
archaeologists, until he learned they would be  
working in a cenote, a =Mayan sacred well. According to
=Mayan tradition, this well was the home of =Chac,
the rain god, who had been given human sacrifices



Once in ancient =China there lived a princess who was
the fourth daughter of the emperor. She was very tiny.
In fact she was so tiny her name was =Djeow =Seow,
which means  the smallest one.  And, because she was
so tiny, she was not thought very much of, when she
was thought of at all.

Her brothers, who were all older and bigger and stronger
than she, were thought of all the time. And they were
like four rising suns in the eyes of their father. They
helped the emperor rule the kingdom and teach the
people the ways of peace.
Even her three sisters were all older and bigger and
stronger than she. They were like three midnight moons
in the eyes of their father. They were the ones who
brought food to his table.



 I am going to the wise man. Perhaps he will tell me
how to get rich. 

When he heard this, the wolf said to =Sheidulla,  =Do
me a favor. Find out from the wise man what  I can do.
For three years now  I've had a terrible stomachache,
and  I can't get rid of it. Perhaps he will tell you of a
cure for my pain. 
 Very well,  said =Sheidulla.  I'll ask him. 

And he went on. Again he walked three days and three
nights, until he came to an apple tree by the roadside.

 Where are you going, good man?  asked the apple tree.



Several days before =Christmas, school was dismissed for
the holidays. At home =Angie made a lot of cookies
shaped like animals and gingerbread men. Just before
=Christmas she took some to her grandparents and some
to her aunt, who was studying to be a veterinarian. She
also took some to =Miss =Jasper. They were packed in an
oatmeal box, which =Angie had covered with pretty paper.

Most of the boys and girls knew where =Miss =Jasper
lived because it was in an old house not too far from the
school. Some of them passed her house as they walked
to and from school, but none of them had ever been up
to =Miss =Jasper's front door.

There was a little iron gate, half open, into the yard of
=Miss =Jasper's house. =Angie walked through the gate and
up the walk to the big front porch. She rang the doorbell.

It took so long for anyone to open the door that =Angie
started to leave. Then the big door was slowly opened
by a tiny old woman in a shawl.

Is Miss =Jasper at home?  asked =Angie.

No, she has gone on an errand. I am =Miss =Jasper's
mother. Won't you come in?  


Suddenly =Consuelo heard her mother's voice.  Stop!
Stop, you thief! Give me my pin! 
=Consuelo dropped her coins and looked out the window.
She saw a man running down the front steps.
Her mother was close behind, chasing him. The man
slowed down long enough to bend over and scoop up
a little fat bulldog sitting at the bottom of the steps.

 Someone help me! Help me!  Mrs =Garcia was in fast
pursuit of the man. Neighbors were running out of
their houses to see what the commotion was. Everyone
started chasing the man. He stumbled, dropped the
dog, and ran into a nearby alley.

=Consuelo's cousin, =Officer =Rios, and several of the
neighbors rushed into the alley. Consuelo knew they
would catch the man. And she knew that the man did
not live in the neighborhood. If he had, he would have
known that the alley came to a dead end.

Shouts and cheers came from the alley. Officer =Rios
led the man out of the alley, read him his rights, and
then snapped handcuffs on him.  Don't worry,  he
said to Mrs =Garcia.  We'll get your pin at the station.
I'll call for some police cars and we'll all go there now. 



  Is it fun to ride a bike?  =8eth
asked .
Suddenly =Nancy felt strange.
She'd never thought much
about it, but of course =Beth
would never be able to ride a
bike. The realization hit her
hard. Beth would never know
the fun of riding her own bike.
Nancy knew she could never tell
=Beth how excited she was about
getting her bike.  It's Okay,  she
said instead .
=Beth and =Nancy had been
friends ever since =Beth moved
in next door five years ago.
=Nancy was so used to =Beth's not
being able to see that she never
thought about it any more. She
had grown used to what =Beth
could and could not do. But
now she was reminded. She
could guess the deep hurt =Beth
must feel to know she would
never ride a bike.
 This will be my first bike,  said
=Nancy,  but  I've ridden  
=Leonard's sometimes.  =Leonard
was her cousin who lived
across town.
 Well,  said =Beth,  it will be
great when you get your own
bike. 
 Sure.  =Nancy started toward
her door.  I've got to go in for
supper now. =Bye. 
 Bye,  said =Beth and she
threw the stick extra hard
across the lawn.
After supper, =Nancy went up
to the room she shared with her
younger sister, =Debbie. She
dumped all her money out on
the bed and took the picture of
the ten-speed bike she wanted
from its hiding place in her
chest of drawers. The picture
was worn and torn from being
looked at so much. She counted
the money. There was just
enough.
Nancy and her dad walked the
four blocks to the bicycle shop.
 You should look over all the
bikes, =Nancy, before you make
your final decision,  said =Dad.



 It is =Thanksgiving =Day. I was up at six o'clock
today. I had a glass of cider and a piece of
bread as soon as  I arose. I helped start up the
fires in the big fireplace we use for cooking and
in the oven we use for baking bread. Then  I
carried some water from the public pump two
houses away. We are lucky to live close to one.

For breakfast  I had some cold meat, cheese,
and a bowl of porridge.  =Jemima and =Anne
washed the wooden bowls and spoons. Then  I
washed the floors and spread new white sand.

Our dinner was simple this year. We had peas
from the garden, roast goose and beef, boiled
potatoes, fresh bread, corn pudding, and apple
pie. Everyone drank sweet cider.
&&000 HARCOURT BRACE JOVANOVICH  (1979)   4TH GRADE  HBJ9794T.ASC
MANY VOICES  level 10 reader
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From the top of a bridge
The river below
Is a piece of sky, 

Until you throw
A penny in
Or a cockleshell
Or a pebble or two
Or a bicycle bell
Or a cobblestone
Or a fat man's cane, 
And then you can see
It's a river again.

The difference you'll see
When you drop your penny
The river has splashes,
The sky hasn't any.



=Laura =Ingalls =Wilder, the farm
woman who became a famous
writer, won many honors.
The =Little =House books were
translated into several languages.
Children from =Sweden, =Holland,
and =Japan read the books and
wrote to her about them.
Children from =Oregon,  
=California, and =Chicago chose her as their
favorite author.
A =Laura =Ingalls =Wilder =Award
is given every year to a writer of
good books for children. Mrs
=Wilder herself won the first award
in =1954.
Two public libraries have been
named for =Laura =Ingalls =Wilder.
One is in =Detroit. The other is in
=Mansfield, =Missouri, just a little
way from =Rocky =Ridge =Farm.
In =1953, all the =Little =House
books came out in a new form. A
famous artist, =Garth =Williams, was
asked to illustrate the books. He
visited Mrs =Wilder and studied
her family photographs. He wanted
his illustrations to show  
everything just as =Laura remembered it.
After Mrs =Wilder's death, her
home became the =Laura =Ingalls
=Wilder =Home and =Museum.
Visitors who stop there may see
many things from the books.
=Mary's organ and =Laura's name
cards and desk are there.
The original hand-written  
copies of the books are also there so
that children can see them.
Probably the greatest honor of
all is that children still love the
stories that Mrs =Wilder wrote.
=Laura and her family will seem real
and alive for many years to come to
the children who read the =Little
=House books.



where this shelf was above the window shelf in the  
corner, stood a row of cans of spices.
Beneath this shelf were many drawers of different
sizes. Directly below the spices, and above the window
shelf, were two rather narrow drawers. Laura found that
one was almost full of white sugar, the other of brown
sugar. How handy!
Next, a deep drawer was full of flour, and smaller
ones held graham flour and corn meal. You could stand
at the window shelf and mix up anything, without  
stirring a step. Outside the window was the great, blue sky,
and the leafy little trees.
Another deep drawer was filled with towels and tea
towels. Another held two tablecloths and some napkins.
A shallow one held knives and forks and spoons.
Beneath all these drawers there was space for a tall,
stoneware churn and dasher, and empty space for other
things as they should come.
In a wide drawer of the bottom row was only a crust of
bread and half a pie. Here =Laura put =Ma's loaf of bread
and the wedding cake. She cut a piece from the ball of
butter, put it on a small plate, and placed it beside the
bread. Then she pushed the drawer shut.
By the iron ring fastened in the pantry floor, she knew
there was a trap door. She straightened the ring up, and
pulled. The trap door rose, and rested against the pantry
wall opposite the shelves. There, beneath where it had
been, the cellar stairs went down.
Carefully covering the ball of butter, =Laura carried it
down the stairs into the cool, dark cellar, and set it on a

The house was empty and still with =Ma gone. Ma was
so quiet and gentle that she never made any noise, but
now the whole house was listening for her.
=Laura went outdoors for a while by herself, but she
came back. The afternoon grew longer and longer. There
was nothing at all to do. Even =Jack walked up and down
restlessly.
He asked to go out, but when =Laura opened the door
he would not go. He lay down and got up, and walked
around and around the room. He came to =Laura and
looked at her earnestly.
 What is it, =Jack?  =Laura asked him. He stared hard at
her, but she could not understand, and he almost
howled.                                     
 =Don't, =Jack!  =Laura told him, quickly.  You scare
me. 
 Is it something outdoors?  =Mary wondered. Laura
ran out, but on the doorstep =Jack took hold of her dress
and pulled her back. Outdoors was bitter cold. Laura shut
the door.
 Look,  she said.  The sunshine's dark. Are the  
grasshoppers coming back? 
Not in the wintertime, goosie,  said =Mary.  Maybe
it's rain. 
 =Goosie yourself!  =Laura said back.  It doesn't rain in
the wintertime. 
Well, snow, then! What's the difference?  =Mary was
angry and so was =Laura. They would have gone on  
quarreling, but suddenly there was no sunshine. They ran to
look through the bedroom window.



 How can you do that?  =Chris asked in surprise.
 These are magic chalks,  said =Uncle =George.  They
do whatever I tell them to do. I look at you, and I draw
the way you look to me. Some hair. =A-ha! Two eyes. A
freckle and another freckle. A nose, round and freckled.
A grin. And there you are. 
=Chris peered over his uncle's shoulder.  Why, it does
look like me,  he said.
Uncle =George seemed very pleased.  Not bad,  he
said.  I certainly caught you, didn't I? I tell you, these
chalks are pretty magical. 
And is that a portrait? 
 That's right. 
What will you do with it, =Uncle =George?  =Chris
asked.
I'll take it along with me wherever I go. Then, when
I feel like seeing you, I'll pull it out and look at it. There
you will be, freckles and all,  said =Uncle =George.  When I
look at your grin, I will feel happy. 
The next morning, when =Chris woke up and looked
out of his bedroom window, there was the kestrel. It was
sitting on the fence post at the edge of the field. The bird
bent over and pecked at its toes. It stretched out one long
wing and then the other. It shook its wings and sat still.
Chris went into his uncle's bedroom. Uncle =George
was sound asleep, rolled up under the blankets. Chris
took the pad of paper and some of the magic pastel
chalks.
He went out into the garden and down to the field. He
walked as softly as he could toward the kestrel.



That little girl in =Oregon would be the one to cry on
her birthday, and maybe all year. There would be no
=Jubilee for her birthday. I, a big girl, had lost him.
My father, who treats me like a grown-up, wouldn't
any more. And Mr =Cummings wouldn't want to be
friends with a family whose daughter lost his pony.
Maybe he wouldn't buy any more hay from my father.
And =Daddy needs that hay money.
So =Modoc and I rode up and down, up and down.
Once =Modoc jumped at the smell of something dead in
the brush. =Modoc isn't often scared like that. I held his
bare back tightly with my knees. I didn't fall off.
Off to the west three buzzards flew in big lazy circles.
=Jubilee couldn't be dead yet. They were just waiting for
him to die.
We rode back and forth. Suddenly =Modoc pointed
his ears forward. My legs felt the muscles under his
smooth coat shake. He sensed something I couldn't see
or hear. Once before I had seen him like this. That time
we found a newborn baby calf hidden under the brush.
Its mother was off with the herd.
I urged =Modoc toward whatever he sensed, and in a
minute we saw =Jubilee. He was stuck headfirst in a thick
clump of buckbrush. His bridle reins were caught. His
mane and forelock were tangled. He couldn't move.
Quickly I slid off =Modoc. The brush scratched my face
and caught my legs. But I had to untangle =Jubilee. He
nickered nervously. He was afraid of the big horse. But
=Modoc just sniffed him calmly and made little gurgling



=Madame =Olga walked him to the door.  Good luck,
=St =George,  she said. =Paolo smiled at her and waved as
he hurried down the street. She stood and watched him
for a few moments, lost in thought.
 A dragon,  she said to herself once more.  It must
be a lizard. But then again, maybe it is a dragon. How do
I know? 
=Paolo was so excited he ran most of the way home.
As soon as he got in the house he put the new leash on
=Benvenuto.
 The collar just matches =Benvenuto's blue eyes, 
=Paolo's sister =Gina told him.
=Paolo pulled at the leash.  Come on, boy,  he said.
 It's time for your walk. 
He started for the door with =Benvenuto following at
his heels. Then he stopped and turned toward the
kitchen.
=Ma,  he said,  who was =St =George? 
 I know,  =Gina called.  He was a saint in  
=England, =hundreds and =hundreds of years ago. And he had
this awful fight with this terrible dragon. And he killed it
and became famous. 
 I figured something like that,  =Paolo said, heading
out the door.
=Benvenuto stopped at the top of the stairs. His
fat body and his short legs hadn't been made for this
sort of work. He started down slowly, almost fell, and
ran back in alarm. Then he looked up at =Paolo and
began to cry.



Poor old =Jonathan =Bing
Went out in his carriage to visit the =King,
But everyone pointed and said,  Look at that!
Jonathan =Bing has forgotten his hat! 
He'd forgotten his hat! 

Poor old =Jonathan =Bing
Went home and put on a new hat for the =King,
But up by the palace a soldier said,  Hi!
You can't see the =King; you've forgotten your tie! 
He'd forgotten his tie ! 



always picked something different. The last time
=Hannah had visited, Mrs =Beck had ordered a  
banana split. While =Hannah's grandmother was  
putting the ice cream in Mrs =Beck's glass, she asked
=Hannah if she'd like some ice cream in her cone.
 After all,  said her grandmother,  that's what
an ice-cream cone is for. 
 I like candy better,  said =Hannah. She drew Mrs
=Beck with a straw in her mouth.  Besides,  she said,
 it's nearly ten o'clock. I don't want to spoil my  
appetite.  =Hannah handed Mrs =Beck her picture. Then
she said,  I think I'll put on the tea now.  She went
into the back room.
 Use the old kettle,  called her grandmother.
=Hannah sang  =My =Country =Tis of =Thee  in a loud
voice so she wouldn't hear. The she filled the new
kettle with water. She lit the stove carefully, put the
kettle over the burner, and came back out front.
She was still singing  =My =Country =Tis of =Thee. 
Mrs =Beck said that she was a nice patriotic girl.
 Ten o'clock,  said =Hannah to her grandmother.
 I'll help you clean up. 
And helpful too,  said Mrs =Beck, finishing her
soda.
 And an artist?  asked =Hannah's grandmother.
 The best,  said Mrs =Beck. She said her picture
was even better than the last time, when =Hannah
drew her with the banana in her mouth.
 She takes tap dancing lessons too,  said
=Hannah's grandmother.  I'm going to send a penny



movies.  He held up the camera. This was a black camera.
It was covered with silver wheels and bright buttons.
 That's the kind of camera they used in =Hollywood, 
=Billy said.
Mr =Waneka smiled a little.  Maybe it's the kind they
used long ago.  Then he cleared his throat.  I have to
admit something to you kids. If you think I know  
anything about making films, well, I'll put it this way: We'll
all be starting from scratch. 
=Billy raised his brows.  How are we going to work the
thing, if no one knows how? 
 Well,  said Mr =Waneka,  we'll learn together. I did
get a few books on film making. I was looking through
one of them before you came in. I learned one thing  
already. The film for this camera lasts only two minutes on
one side. Then you have to go into a dark place, reverse
the film, and then you can shoot two minutes on the
&&000  OPEN COURT  (1974)     4TH GRADE               OPN9774T.ASC
WHAT JOY AWAITS YOU--THE RISE PROGRAM by Marianne Carus
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Louis another man offered the soldiers five =hundred dollars for
the pet. But =Old =Abe was not for sale at any price. One member of
the company was given particular charge of =Old =Abe. A perch was
made for him in the shape of a slanting shield on the end of a
six-foot pole, and to this the bird was tied with a =thirty-foot
stout cord. While on the march his keeper carried his charge high
above the heads of all the soldiers. Sometimes the bird tired of
his captivity and broke away, but he never failed to return and
always knew to which regiment he belonged. Old =Abe's place,
whether in battle or on the march, was always beside the colors. On
one occasion the =Eagle =Regiment had halted and another regiment
was ordered to march by them. As the colors came by, the color
bearer, of course, saluted the flag, and =Old =Abe, not  to 
be outdone by a mere soldier, stretched himself up to full height
an flapped out a salute to the flag. That thrilled the soldier boys
and called forth cheer after cheer for the noble bird.
All together =Old =Abe took part in =thirty-eight battles. 
Sharp-shooters tried in vain to pick him off. Several times bullets
passed through his feathers, and once a slight skin wound was found
on his right wing. He was always at his post of duty and never
flinched. Every man in the regiment loved =Old =Abe and would have
died for him if be.  His presence always gave his comrades courage.
In battle his scream was wild and commanding, five or six notes in
quick succession. It gave the men a startling thrill and inspired
them to deeds of valor.
After the =Eagle =Regiment returned home, the soldier bird was
presented to the state of =Wisconsin. A room was fitted up for him
the basement of the =State =Capitol and a perch built outside in
the park. Here the famous bird was visited by =thousands, and here
he lived until his untimely death. He perished in a fire that broke
out in the =Capitol. Nor was =Old =Abe forgotten after death. His
skin was mounted and placed in the rotunda of the =Capitol, and
other =thousands came to see him. One day a visitor wearing large
eyeglasses asked if that was =Old =Abe, the =Wisconsin war eagle.
When told it was the very bird, 


Now once more, it was the beginning of the season of storms.
Men scanned the skies anxiously, watching for the dreaded signs
which
might spell the destruction of their world. Soon the great bonitos
would be swimming beyond the reef, =hundreds, =thousands of them, 
for they came each year at this time with the unfailing regularity
of
the tides. They were held to be the special property of young boys,
since it was by killing them that a youth learned to kill the
swordfishes
and tiger-sharks, progressing from one stage to a higher. Every boy
in the village sharpened his spear, tested the shaft, honed his
shark
knife. Every boy, that is, except =Mafatu.
=Kana stopped one afternoon to watch =Mafatu at work on his
nets. Of all the youths of his own age, =Kana alone had been
friendly.
Sometimes he even stayed behind when the others were fishing to
help
the boy with his work.
 The bonitos have begun to run, =Mafatu,  =Kana said quietly.
 Yes,  the other returned, then fell silent. His fingers faltered
as they flew among the sennit fibers of the net he was making.
 My father brought back word from the reef today,  =Kana went
on.  Already there are many bonitos out there. Tomorrow we boys
will go after them. That's our job. It will be fun, =eh? 
=Mafatu's knuckles whitened. His ears pounded with the swift
fury of the sea.   
 That will be fun, won't it?  =Kana insisted, watching =Mafatu
closely. But the boy made no answer. =Kana started to speak; he
stopped, turned impatiently, and walked away. =Mafatu wanted to cry
out after him,  =Wait, =Kana! I'll go! I'll try,   =But the words
would
not come. =Kana had gone. Tomorrow he and all the other boys would
be taking their canoes out beyond the reef. They would return at
sunset, loaded down with bonitos, their faces happy, their shouts
filling
the dusk. Their fathers would say,  =See what a fine fisherman is
my



 What is it, my lady?  exclaimed =Hans eagerly.  If there is any
service  I can do; any,    Oh, no, no!  laughed =Hilda, shaking off
her embarrassment.  I only wished to speak to you about the grand
race. Why do you not join it? You both can skate well, and the
ranks are free. Anyone may enter for the prize.  =Gretel looked
wistfully at =Hans, who, tugging at his cap, answered respectfully,

Even if we could enter, we could skate only a few strokes
with the rest. Our skates are hard wood, you see. They soon become
damp, and then they stick and trip us.  =Gretel blushed as she
faltered out timidly,  =Oh, no! we can't join; but may we be there
on the great day, to look on?  Certainly,  answered =Hilda, looking
kindly into the two earnest faces, and wishing from her heart that
she had not spent so much of her monthly allowance for lace and
finery. She had but eight coins left, and they would buy only one
pair of skates, at the most. Looking down with a sigh at the two
pairs of feet so very different in size, she asked,  =Which of you
is the better skater?   =Gretel,  replied =Hans promptly.  =Hans, 
answered =Gretel, in the same breath.  =Hilda smiled.  I cannot buy
you each a pair of skates, or even one good pair; but here are a
few coins. Decide between you which stands the better chance of
winning the race, and buy the skates accordingly. I wish  I had
enough to buy better ones. Good-by!  And with a nod and
a smile, =Hilda, after handing the money to the electrified =Hans,
glided swiftly away to join her companions. After a moment =Hans
called to her in a loud tone, and went stumbling after her as well
as he could, for one of his skate-strings was untied.  We cannot
take this money,  he panted.  Why not, indeed?  asked =Hilda,
flushing.  Because,  replied =Hans,  we have not earned it. 
=Hilda was quick-witted. She had noticed a pretty wooden chain
upon =Gretel's neck.  Carve me a chain, =Hans, like the one your
sister wears.  


 you must click your tongue and cry =Gee-up!  
=Hans was overjoyed as he sat on his horse, riding along so freely
and gaily. After a while he wanted to ride a little faster, so he
began to click his tongue and to cry,  =Gee-up!  The horse began to
trot, and before =Hans knew what had happened, he was thrown off
and lay in the ditch by the side of the road. The horse would have
got away if it had not been caught by a peasant who was passing
that way, driving a cow before him.  =Hans pulled himself together
and got back on his feet, feeling very cross.  Bad sport, that
riding,  said he,  especially on a mare like this one, who starts
off and throws you, nearly breaking your neck 
Never again will  I mount that horse!  Now, your cow is something
worth having; you can jog along comfortably after her and also have
her milk, butter, and cheese every day. What would  I not give for
such a cow!  =Well now,  said the peasant,  since it would be doing
you such a favor,  I don't mind exchanging my cow for your horse! 
=Hans agreed most joyfully, and the peasant, swinging himself
into the saddle, rode off in a hurry.  =Hans went along driving his
cow quietly before him, thinking all the while of the fine bargain
he had made.  I can eat butter and cheese with my bread as often as

I want,  said he,  and drink milk whenever  I am thirsty! Oh,
heart! What more could you wish for?  When he came to an inn, he
stopped, and in his great joy he ate up all the food he had brought
with him, dinner and supper and all and bought a glass of beer with
his last two pennies.



=Marshall trembled all over. It might be gold! But he remembered
that there is another yellow substance that looks like gold. It is
called  fool's gold. =He was afraid he had found only fool's gold.
Marshall knew that if it was gold it would not break easily. He
laid one of the pieces on a stone; then he took another stone and 
hammered it. It was soft and did not break. If it had broken to
pieces.  =Marshall would have known that it was not gold.
In a few days the men had dug up about three ounces of the
yellow stuff. They had no means of making sure it was gold.
Then =Marshall got on a horse and set out for =Sutter's =Fort,  
carrying the yellow metal with him. He traveled as fast as the
rough road would let him. He rode up to =Sutter's in the evening,
all spattered with mud. He told =Captain =Sutter that he wished to
see him alone.  =Marshall's eyes looked wild, and =Sutter was
afraid that he was crazy. But he went to a room with him. =Marshall
wanted the door locked. =Sutter could not think what was the matter
with the man.  When he was sure that nobody else would come in,
=Marshall poured out on the table the little yellow beads that he
had brought. =Sutter thought it was gold, but the men did not know
how to tell whether it was pure or not. At last they hunted up a
book that told how heavy gold is. Then they got a pair of scales
and weighed the gold, putting silver dollars in the other end of
the scales for weights. Then they held one end of the scales under
water and weighed the gold. By finding how much lighter it was in
the water than out of the water, they found that is was pure gold.
All the men at the mill promised to keep the secret. They were
all digging up gold when not working in the mill. As soon as the
mill should be done, they were going to wash gold. But the secret
could not be kept. A teamster who came to the mill was told about
it. He got a few grains of the precious gold. When the teamster got
back to =Sutter's =Fort, he went to a store to buy a bottle of
whiskey, but he had no money. The storekeeper would not sell to him
without money. The teamster then took out 


=Zip, thug! She had been seen or heard, after all! She did not
stir. Again she heard, zip, thug! The stump heeled over a little.
Against the sky she saw two arrows, still quivering, embedded in
the wood. She heard a soft step on the bank, then the two voices
again. There was a snicker, then a laugh. Two warriors were joking
with each other about shooting at a log. Then the voices went away.
She knew that she must hurry to work her way across the lake
and over the three hills that must be crossed. Pulling on rushes
she went forward, still behind the stump. But the rush tops waved
as she pulled and she was afraid the men would see the motion. Then
she found the trail of plucked rushes she had made. She could pull
on the stubs and never show a movement.
As she went past the creek opening, inch by inch, she saw shadows
leaping. The men were crossing the creek. Would they leave someone
behind to look for the owner of the canoe? She could not do 
anything but keep going. It seemed hours before her feet touched a
mucky shore, and she pulled her body out into the thick cedar
branches. It was her wits against theirs now. All her
=Flying-Squirrel medicine must come to her aid. She worked swiftly
up one hill, over logs, through thickets, led on safely by the
strange power she had described to =Mink-Woman. She went through a
marsh in the next hollow. The second hill was worse than the first,
but she crossed it. She judged it was about midnight when she
cautiously came down the slope of the third hill and saw an
opening in the forest wall. The corn fields!



Nobody really knows very much about =Aesop. There is just one
thing that we are sure of: he knew how to tell very good stories.
He is said to have been a slave who lived long ago in a far-off
land. He was a short, ugly little man, with a dark face and sharp
black eyes. Yet there was something about his face that made men
like him. The first story we know about =Aesop shows how clever he
was, even when he was young. His master, having fallen into debt,
had to sell some of his slaves. The slave market was in a distant
city, and the slaves had to make the trip on foot, carrying with
them such things as they needed on the road. Several bundles were
made up, including food, clothing, and wares for market, and just
as the company was starting, the master bade each one choose a
bundle.  =Aesop chose the largest. The other slaves laughed at him,
but he picked up his bundle and set off cheerfully. The next day
the slaves did not laugh so loudly, and on the third day they
scarcely laughed at all. The bundle that =Aesop had chosen
contained food, and although at first it was the largest, each day
it became smaller. At the end of the journey, he walked merrily
into town with an empty sack, while the other slaves toiled behind,
with their bundles just as heavy as when they started.
&&000 RAND MCNALLY  (1978- also 1981)   4TH GRADE   RAN9784T.ASC
TWIRLING PARALELLS 
Source: SUNY Cortland  xerox, scan, edit by DPH February 1, 1993

&&111



Mrs =Smith sighed.  Come on, boys,  she said to =Hank
and =John.  We'll make a nice camp here on the prairie.
Maybe that will take your father's mind off the moon. 
=Windwagon worked on his track of rails over the
prairie.
Mrs =Smith hitched up the horse named =Mabel. She
plowed a field beside the camp near the river. She
planted corn and potatoes.
 Look, =Windwagon,  she said.  See what a nice little
home we'll have here when our corn and potatoes
grow. 
But =Windwagon didn't hear her. He looked up at the
sky, and he said,  =My track is finished. The moon is  
rising. It is time to go. 



between the greening  
cottonwood trees, for I knew that it is
bad luck to be so happy. The gods
do not like anyone to show  
happiness in this way and they punish
those who do not obey them. They
punished my brother. They let the
lightning strike him when he was
coming home from a hunt. My
brother had shot a six-pronged
deer and was singing because it
was the first deer with six prongs
that anyone had shot that  
summer. The lightning struck him
and he died.
Thinking of my brother, I stood
quiet. No one could tell how I felt.
Yet it was hard for me to do. It was
very hard because now that spring
had come I would have another
chance to take our sheep up the
long trail to the mesa.
I had driven them there once
before, last year on the day the
waters began to run. But it was
a bad time for me. I thought of that
spring now. It was not so hard any
longer to stand quiet and think
about it.
I was happy going up the trail
that day last spring, with sheep
bells ringing and the sheep white
in their winter coats, hungry to
reach spring pasture. When we
left the trail it was fun to see them
scatter out over the meadow to
crop the first young grass, as



school!  Probably,  he thought,
 the schoolmaster will be ugly and
cross. 
=Eli heard the bell ringing and
began to run. In just a moment
the trees thinned a bit, and he
came out in a little clearing.
There stood the school and the
church, just as =Pop had said. The
boys and girls were all going in,
but instead of pushing and  
crowding as =Eli remembered in the
other school, they were walking in
two by two, the boys waiting until
last. He hurried a little faster in
order not to be late; he didn't want
a caning the very first day!
He came up to the door as the
last two boys were going in. Just
then the schoolmaster came to the
door.
 Come, come, boys! What is
keeping you?  he asked. Then he
spied =Eli.  So,  he said,  a new
boy we have! Come in, sir.  He
took =Eli by the hand and led him
to the front of the room.
 It wonders me what he is going
to do with me!  =Eli thought. His
heart beat fast. He saw two or
three boys who had been to the log
raising, =Amos and =Reuben, and a
little girl named =Anneke, but
still he felt strange.
 Now,  said the schoolmaster,  I
am =Master =Christopher =Dock, and
these are all your friends. Will
you tell us your name? 
=Eli's throat was very dry, but he
managed to say,  =Eli =Shrawder,
sir. 
 =Eli =Shrawder! Then you are
the boy who lives in that new
house. Boys and girls, stand up
and greet =Eli!  They all stood up,
and the boys made bows and the
girls curtsied.
 Now,  said =Master  
=Christopher,  you may sit there on the
bench beside =Amos =Freyer. Make
room for him, =Amos.  =Eli sat down
on the bench. The desks and
benches were around the walls,
facing outward; the boys sat on
one side of the room, the girls on
the other. The schoolmaster sat at
a desk on the little platform at the
front of the room. On the desk
were inkstand, sand box, and quill
pen, several books besides the




She smiled, and =Charlie said,  I think the =President
would be happy if you sent him some of your doughnuts.
They look very elegant this morning. 
 Thank you, =Charles!  =She smiled wider.  Really. You
may be =President yourself someday if you keep on. 
 Keep on?  said =Charlie.  You mean, keep on in
school? 
 No. I mean saying nice things to people of voting age.
Won't you all have some doughnuts? 
The doughnuts were delicious.  They prove that school
is not necessary,  =Joybells said.
 What is arithmetic to a baker? 
 =Hugo,  Mrs =Martin said,  a baker must be able to
count to a dozen. You can't do that on ten fingers! That's
who I went to school. 
 Well,  we said,  goodbye, Mrs =Martin. 
 That's that!  =Freddie said when we were out on the
sidewalk.  Scratch her off the list, and let's go see Mr
=Vincent. 
Mr =Vincent was busy at the railroad station.
 Mr =Vincent,  I said,  you are a very great success,
aren't you? 
 =H'm!  he said.  No station agent is a millionaire,
=Jeff. But I feel like one. I have an outboard motor! 
 =Keen!  I said.  We will put you on our list. 
 List? Hold everything!  Mr =Vincent said.  How
much will this cost me? 
We explained.  If we can make a long list of  
successful people who quit school, maybe our parents will let
us quit. 



MAN  straddling the donkey : All right, if you insist,
but I certainly feel foolish riding this poor beast. I'd
rather be leading him.

BoY: You ride. I'll lead him.  Holds end of stick. 

MAN  patting stick : =Poor =Four-Legs. I hate to do this.

=STRONG =MAN enters. 

=STRONG =MAN: =Oho! What have we here?

BoY: We're going to market, sir.

=STRONG =MAN: Why don't you ride? It's too hot and
dusty to be walking all that distance.

BoY: I've had my turn riding, sir. I'm letting my
father ride now.

=STRONG =MAN: I should think so! I wouldn't want any
father of mine to be walking through this heat. But
I wouldn't walk through it either if I had anything
to ride. I don't think you should. It's bad for you.

BoY: I don't think I quite understand you, sir. We
have only one small donkey.

=STRONG =MAN: YOU ride, too.

BoY: You mean both of us ride, at the same time?

=STRONG =MAN  heartily : =Sure, Why not? It s amazing
how strong those little animals are. I know. Why, I
had one once that could carry our whole family.

BoY  wonderingly : You did, sir? Where is he now?

=STRONG =MAN  clearing throat uncomfortably : Well,
he, matter of fact, he, well, he died.



And the lion asked,  =Little =hare, what made you say
that the earth was falling in? 
And the little hare said,  I saw it. 
 You saw it?  asked the lion.  Where? 
 Over there, by the tree. 
 Well,  said the lion,  come with me, and I will show
you how,  
 No, no,  said the hare.  I would not go near that tree
for anything. I'm so nervous. 
 But,  said the lion,  I am going to take you on my
back. 
 Then I will go,  said the hare.
And he took her on his back and begged the animals
to stay where they were until they returned. Then he
found the fruit and showed the little hare how the fruit
had fallen upon the leaf, making the noise that had
frightened her.
 Do you see now?  said the lion.
She said,  Yes, I see, the earth is not falling in. 
And the lion said,  Shall we go back and tell the other
animals? 
And they went back. The little hare stood before the
animals and said,  The earth is not falling in. 
For a moment all the animals were silent. Then they
all began to repeat this to one another, and they went
away slowly, and you heard the words more and more
softly as they went:
The earth is not falling in,   The earth is not falling
in,   The earth is not falling in,  until the sound died
away in the forest.



The monkey told him, and Mr =Redcollar went to the
king. But he told the king that he had learned the girls
names, and never spoke of the monkey at all. The king
was so pleased that he promised Mr =Redcollar his oldest
daughter and ordered the wedding to be held that
very day.
Meanwhile the monkey was waiting at the palace
gate. When he saw the servants beginning to hurry and
run about, he called to one of them and asked him what
the matter was.
 Oh,  said one of the servants.  Mr =Redcollar has
won the bag of gold and the king's oldest daughter, and
the king has ordered the wedding to begin as soon as
everything is ready. 



Once a poor hunter lived in a hut far away in the
woods. He had no wife. But he had a very pretty
daughter.
One day the daughter said,  I think I will go out into
the world to earn my living. 
Her father was a little worried to hear this.  What
can you do, my daughter?  he asked.  You don't know
how to spin or weave or sew. You know how to pluck a
bird and roast it. But that is all you know. 
 I'll find something,  said the daughter. And she left
to look for a place to work. When she came to the king's
palace, she went in and asked if they needed any help.
The queen gave her a job.
The girl worked so hard and she was so pretty that
the queen grew very fond of her. This made all the
other maids jealous. They decided to do something to
make her unhappy. So one day one of the maids made
up a long story.



But before a week had passed, the mayor of the town
noticed the most remarkable cat.
 Wind,  he said,  seems to me a name that is most
unworthy of this wonderful creature. The wind meets
its master every day. I mean the wall, for the wind  
cannot blow through it. 
 Just so,  said the owner of the cat.  From now on my
most beloved pet will be called =Wall. 
A little later a scholar, who studied at the mandarin's
house, remarked that there is something stronger than
even a wall, the mouse that nibbles a hole through it.
 That is true,  said the mandarin.  I will name my
most remarkable cat =Mouse. 
Just then the gardener's little son happened by.
 Mouse!  he exclaimed, laughing as hard as he could.
 I know something much stronger than a mouse. I mean
the cat who catches the mouse and eats him up! 
At this, the mandarin saw his folly. And from then
on, he called the animal of which he was so proud by
the most beautiful name that anyone had been able to
give it, the name of =Cat.



 A magazine picture?  =Mama said.
Mama was used to =Miss =Lindstrom's giving more  
interesting assignments. Things like:  A Bad Dream. 
Or,  The Way the World Would Look to Me, If I Were a
Rabbit.  Or,  The Loneliest Place in the World.  Or,
 The Way I Feel on the First Day of Spring. 
The first time =Maria came home with one of these
assignments, =Mama was puzzled.
 How you feel on the first day of spring?  she said.
 How can you draw a feeling? Daffodils maybe. But how
you feel, ? 
But when =Maria showed =Mama her painting of lilacs
in =Highland =Park and parents and children out walking
in their best clothes, =Mama said,  Ah, how you feel in
the spring, nice and pretty and happy, smelling the
lilacs. I see. 
=Mama understood about =Miss =Lindstrom's  
assignments now. She could explain to her friends all of =Maria's
pictures that she had pinned up in the apartment.
 Picture of a bad dream,  =Mama would tell Mrs =Katz.
 Not what happens in the dream maybe. Just how it
makes you feel. A lot of big dark shapes pressing in
on you. 
Mrs =Projansky from across the hall thought at first
that the cabbages in the picture that =Mama called =The
=Rabbit's =World were bushes. Or big green clouds.
 Bushes!  =Mama said.  Big green clouds! 
=Mama explained to Mrs =Projansky that she must try
to see as a rabbit would see.  To a rabbit, a cabbage
could look as big as a bush. 
&&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN (1978) 4TH GRADE              SF19784T.ASC
FLYING HOOFS  by Ira E. Aaron et al
Source: Elmira College xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH 12-18-92

&&111

They looked at Mrs =Wobblechin. Then her mother said.
 Maybe it can be fixed. Why don't you ask =Miss =Clay if you
can practice with the =Rajah until Mrs =Wobblechin is fixed? 

=Joyce ran over to =Miss =Clay's house. She was glad to let
=Joyce use the =Rajah.  You can work in the living room,  she
said. Then she smiled.  Maybe you'll find out how to make
the =Rajah sleep. 

=Joyce sat down and put the =Rajah on her knee. She pulled
on the ring that made the =Rajah wink. She held the string
down. The right eye closed.

 I wonder,  =Joyce said to herself. Then, holding the =Rajah's
right eye shut, =Joyce touched its left eye. It seemed to be
loose. =Joyce quickly pushed the left eye. It began to close!

At the same time =Joyce heard a small click. The top of the
=Rajah's head moved and began to open!

 Miss =Clay! Miss =Clay!  =Joyce shouted.

 What is it?  =Miss =Clay asked, running into the living room.
=Joyce showed her the opening in the =Rajah's head.

Miss =Clay lifted the =Rajah's turban. It moved backward.
There were the gems in the =Rajah's head!

 The jewels!  cried =Miss =Clay.  You've found them! How can
I ever thank you? 


Think about skills
You probably remember that stories usually have
characters, which may be people or animals. The characters
in  =Can =Stormy =Stay?  were =Celia, =Stormy, =Celia's father, and
=Celia's grandmother. =Celia was the most important one.
You also know that most stories have at least one problem
and its solution. The most important problem in this story was
=Celia's. =Celia wanted to keep =Stormy. But she had to convince
her family. Was =Celia's problem solved? How?
The setting of a story is where, and sometimes when, the
story takes place. Sometimes setting affects the story problem
and its solution. The setting of  =Can =Stormy =Stay?  was
=Celia's home on a rainy day. The setting of this story was
important. Because it was raining, =Celia wanted to help the
little dog get out of the storm. Because she was at home, she
could bring the dog inside.

But during my camera explorations among ore boats and
bridges I had done a good deal of thinking about these
things. To me these industrial forms were all the more
beautiful because they were never designed to be beautiful.
Industry, I felt, had a hidden beauty that was waiting to be
discovered. And recorded! That was where I came in.
 Please let me try. 
And he did. He called in some vice-presidents and gave
the word that I was to be admitted whenever I came to the
plant to take pictures. And then he did me the greatest favor of
all. He went off to =Europe for five months.
I did not know what a long-term task I had taken on, nor



When the girls rejoined their mother behind the sand
dune, =Becky explained what she had in mind. She handed
the drumsticks to =Abigail. Then she put the wooden fife to
her lips.

During this time, the =British soldiers stirred uneasily in
the small boats. Not a word was said. Suddenly the silence
was broken by the tapping of a drum. The redcoats jerked to
attention.

Just as the soldiers turned fearful eyes to the officer in
charge, the sharp voice of a fife joined the beating of the
drum.  It took only a few notes for them to recognize the
=American song  =Yankee =Doodle  that they disliked so much.

The =British captain aboard the ship also heard the
warning of the fife and drum. He had counted on surprising
the =Americans, for his landing party was not a large one. But
now there would be no surprise. Nor was there any way of
telling how many =Americans might be waiting for them
behind the dunes.



Early one morning, before =Sam's father left in his fishing
boat to be gone all day, he hugged =Sam hard and said,
Today, for a change, talk =REAL, not =MOONSHINE. MOONSHINE
spells trouble. 
=Sam promised. But she wondered what he meant. When
she asked =Bangs to explain =REAL and =MOONSHINE, =Bangs
jumped on her shoulder and purred,  =MOONSHINE iS
=flummadiddle. REAL is the opposite.
Sam decided that =Bangs made no sense whatever.
When the sun made a golden star on the cracked
window, =Sam knew it was time to expect =Thomas.
=Thomas lived in the tall grand house on the hill. Thomas
had two cows in the barn, =twenty-five sheep, a bicycle with
a basket, and a jungle gym on the lawn. But most important
of all, =Thomas believed every word =Sam said.
At the same time every day =Thomas rode his bicycle
down the hill to =Sam's house and begged to see her baby
kangaroo.
Every day =Sam told =Thomas it had just  stepped out. 
=She sent =Thomas everywhere to find it. She sent him to the
tallest trees where, she said, it was visiting owls. Or perhaps
it was up in the old windmill, grinding corn for its evening
meal.
 It might be,  said =Sam,  in the lighthouse tower,
warning ships at sea.
 Or maybe,  she said,  it's asleep on the sand.
Somewhere, anywhere on the beach. 
=Wherever =Sam sent =Thomas, he went. He climbed up
trees, ran down steps, and scoured the beach, but he never
found =Sam's baby kangaroo.
While =Thomas searched, =Sam sat in her chariot and was
drawn by dragons to faraway secret worlds.
Today, when =Thomas arrived, =Sam said,  =That baby
kangaroo just left to visit my mermaid mother. She lives in a
cave behind =Blue =Rock. 



=Elizabeth and =Emily =Blackwell's dream came true in =1857.
The =New =York Infirmary for =Women and =Children opened
its doors. It was the first hospital run by women doctors
anywhere in the world. Not only did the hospital treat the
poor, but it also trained nurses.

Later a black woman doctor, =Rebecca =Cole, joined the
hospital. She set up the first  visiting doctor  service ever
known in a large =American city.

In =1868 the Infirmary opened its own medical college for
women. Then =Elizabeth received a letter from =England.
People there wanted her to do for the women of =England
what she had done in =American. Elizabeth left the =United
=States in =1869. She lived and worked in =England for the rest
of her life. She died =May =31, =1910.



Sometimes there is a guest on
the show. One week a baker
was the guest. He showed how
to make different kinds of
cookies. They had to do three
takes of this part of the show.
They finally got it right.
Even the cookies were good!

A popular part of the show is
called Dear =Arthur.  
Nine-year old =Arthur answers letters
from the children who watch the
show. The children write to
=Arthur if they have any problems.
=Arthur has good answers. He
tells them what to do about a
bossy friend. He even tells
them what to do with a messy
bedroom.

Sometimes all the kids sit on
the floor and just rap. This
part of the show is called
=Bubble =Gum =Rappers. The kids
talk about one subject. One
week they talked about teachers.

A show like =Bubble =Gum =Digest
takes a lot of planning. Every
week the show is new and
different.



=Jennifer =Garcia cheered as the car pulled out of the
driveway. The =Garcias were finally off to the circus.
=Jennifer had thought they would never leave. First her
father had driven one-year-old =Lennie to the baby-sitter.
When Mr =Garcia got back, he noticed that the car was
almost out of gasoline. So he had to take the car to the
service station. Then he came back to pick up =Jennifer and
her mother. Now, finally, the =Garcias were on their way.

Think about skills
The events in a story are sometimes told out of order. A
writer may tell about one event, then explain it by telling
about something that happened earlier. To understand the
story, you must know which thing happened first, which
happened next, and so on.

In the story above, what happened last was told first. Before
the =Garcias could leave for the circus, Mr =Garcia had to take
=Lennie to the baby-sitter. Then he had to get gasoline. Both
of these things happened before the =Garcias left home.


When =Zora was nine, her mama died. In a short time
=Zora's father married a second time. For the next five years,
she was passed from one relative's house to another. She
attended school now and then. Then she went to stay with
her brother.

=Zora met a woman who told her about a job helping a
singer. =Zora stayed with the singer for eighteen months.
By then, =Zora was starved for school. In =Baltimore she
found a job as a waitress. And she started night high school.
From there, she went to =Morgan =College and attended their
high-school branch. The head of the school noticed =Zora's
great desire for an education. He helped =Zora find a job
taking care of a sick woman. Here =Zora discovered the
woman's library. She acted as if she thought the books
might run away, she read them so fast.

=Zora planned to graduate from =Morgan. But a friend said,
 =Zora, you should go to =Howard.  =So =Zora took another
 jump at the sun  and went to =Howard =University in
=Washington, , =DC =She worked in a barbershop to pay her
way.

She added anthropology to her =English studies. She
studied hard and soon became a =Howard graduate. Her
anthropology term paper came to the attention of Dr =Frank
=Boas, head of that part of the college. Two weeks after
graduation, he told =Zora he'd arranged further study for her.
She was to go into the southern =United =States and gather
black folklore. This was a great jump for her. She hunted for
facts and stories about black people for four years. She went
through the =South and to the =Bahamas. Her studies soon
became well-known. She gave talks all over the country and
received grants for further study.