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- Title:
- The skating party and other poems and stories
- Creator:
- Daley, C. F ( Charlotte F )
Shepley, Annie B ( Illustrator )
Worthington Company ( Publisher )
Gast Lithograph & Engraving Company ( Lithographer )
- Place of Publication:
- New York
- Publisher:
- Worthington Company
- Publication Date:
- [1894?]
- Language:
- English
- Physical Description:
- [13] leaves : col. ill. ; 27 cm.
Subjects
- Subjects / Keywords:
- Children's poetry ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1894 ( lcsh ) Bldn -- 1894
- Genre:
- Children's poetry
poetry ( marcgt )
- Spatial Coverage:
- United States -- New York -- New York
- Target Audience:
- juvenile ( marctarget )
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- General Note:
- Date of publication from inscription.
- General Note:
- On cover: The Gast Lith. Co., N.Y.
- General Note:
- Some illustrations printed in colors; and text and cuts printed in red and black.
- Statement of Responsibility:
- by C.F. Daley ; illustrations by Annie B. Shepley.
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- University of Florida
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» COPYRIGHTED BY WORTHINET Ge Tee BROAGWAYN:
HNarny casas og
Snow) Rutty Seamce/
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THE SKATING PARTY
AND
OTHER POEMS AND STORIES
BY
C. F. DALEY
IEEUSTRATIONS By ANNIE 6 SilieZley
New YORK
WOKTHINGTON COMPANY
“| HE. SKATING Party
HIS is a skating party and we’re going home to dine;
We've been out all the morning ever since Hale pace nine,
And now we hear the dinner bell, so, hungry as can be,
We're rushing home to Mamma, with our faces full of glee.
Y ! hadn’t we a lovely time on the ice so smooth and hard—
The pond’s out in the meadow beyond Timothy’s back yard.
But your Tom had a dreadful fall, and he didn’t cry a tear,
io big folks were standing by to say to Tom, ‘‘Poor dear.â€
So I just said ‘it; an at that Tom grew first red, then white,
And looked as if he'd like to fall again, just out of spite ;
But he didn’t, and instead of that he came close up to.me
And whispered, ‘‘ You're the zicest girl that ever I did see.â€
OW if you ask Tom’s opinion about what’s best to play,
He'll surely say it’s skating though you fall down every day ;
At least that’s what he told to me, for you see Tom has no fear,
And if he should fall when I am by, I'll always say, ‘‘Poor dear.â€
. CHARLOTTE,.F. Dacey.
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| Waar Bozzy Sai to Feux
UT of dreamland three children have come, as a fresh new day is dawning,
So sleepy baby must wake up too, for it is Christmas morning;
Here are Lucy and Jack and Fred and Felix, but Felix will lie abed.
o N® no,†says Bozzy, the shaggy dog, as he barks at his little master,
“Just look at the nursery clock, my dear, the minutes go fast and faster,
And presently the sun will rise, and mount to very noon in the skies.
i. UT in the parlour, when breakfast is done, you'll find a heap of things
That have come down the chimney, so Pussy Cat says, for Santa Claus has wings—
She saw him as on the hearth she sat; I wish I were just as wise as a cat.â€
OW, oh! how quickly is Felix dressed in the clothes that Lucy brought—
Hair brushed, face washed, shoes blacked and tied—you never would have thought
That he could lazily lie abed; was it a/J because of what Bozzy said?
CHARLOTTE F. DALEY.
War ano Appitration | |
WE had a war outside our gate, Tom and his brother Jack and 1;
Our balls were big, and made of snow, and oh! how they did fly.
WE built a fort where Timothy made b'lieve he was the garrison,
__», But we three ‘boys just routed him; my! wasn't it great fun.
ee SY eee
MEAN at first, for pretty soon I got real mad, I'll tell you why;
Tim threw a ball and hit my face, and most put out my eye.
ELL, then we all got hold of Tim, and tumbled him with all our might,
Till he looked like a real snow man, from head to foot all white.
o
HEN we took sides, for ’twasn’t fair for three to be ’gainst one, you know,
So Jack stood out with Timothy, and Tom took me, and so
E beat, for Tom’s the bravest boy there is in all creation—
I mean we would have beat, but Jack called out for arbitration;
ND that means that folks mustn’t fight, with snowballs, nor with swords,
ie But sit down still in Father’s barn, and settle it by words.
CHARLOTTE F. DALEY.
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| "| HOUGHTFUL Rosy
UR Rosy was tired of frolic and play
At two o’clock in the afternoon,
So down on the sofa to rest she lay,
And to think, perhaps, of the man in the moon;
Or was it the mountains in the moon?
Or the clouds that sail so soft and white?
Whatever she thought of I do not know,
But I do know the old Dream Sprite.
ND there he stood at the Sandman’s side,
; At two o’clock in the afternoon.
His red umbrella was open wide,
And I said to him, ‘‘Why have you come so soon?â€
He pointed to Rose, and his quiet face
Was radiant with a gracious smile,
. As to my question he replied
2 “This baby and I will think awhile.â€
epee
OW if ever you're tired of work or play,
Even tho’ it’s daytime and only two,
Lie down to think as Rosy did,-
And the Dream Sprite will come and think with you.
CHARLOTTE F. DALey.
Sun | )iats, or How Mamas
‘Teut “Tie |
HERE’S many a way of telling time in this blessed world of ours,
There’s the cloc
, the hour-glass, and the sun-dial in the sun,
2 é ok fa
They each can.
éyou will hes d, hoy e course of the day is run.
HEN kissing-time comes in the morning, I know it as well as can be
By the way these lads and lasses come crowding close round me,
With mouths puckered up like a gentian and eyes overflowing with love,
And faces wreathed in sweetest smiles; all this to my judgment doth prove
That all the clocks in all the world, however so many there be,
Exactly point to kissing-time ; at least for the children and me.
ND when sleepy-time comes in the evening, I know it as well as can be
By the way these lads and lasses come crowding about my knee, ;
With eyes that in the morning's prime sparkled with liquid light,
With faces where sweet trust takes up her vigil for the night.
So all the clocks in all the world, however so many there be,
Exactly point to sleepy-time ; at least for the children and me.
CHARLOTTE F. DALEY.
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From Hive (clock TO
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IVE o'clock looks out to see dawn illume the skies ;
Six o'clock on summer days sees the sun arise ;
Seven o'clock will list to hear all the children waken—
Presently their way will be to the schoolroom taken.
IGHT o’clock and nine o’clock find the girls and boys
Busy with their books and slates, busy with their toys;
Ten o’clock, oh! that’s the time baby takes a nap ;
Eleven.the baby is awake and coos on Mamma’s lap.
WELVE o'clock. Oh! hear the din, all the children Shout,
For it’s dinner-time once more and the school is out ;
One, and two, and three o'clock slowly drag away,
Reading, writing, ’rithmetic, not one bit of play.
UT, oh, blessed four o’clock ! have you come at last?
Now the hours will quickly go till the day is past.
Sleds go flying down the hill, snowballs fill the air,
Skates go whizzing o’er the pond, fun is everywhere.
HEN comes five o’clock once more, and the winter sun
Softly sinks behind the hills, and the day is done.
Heaven bless the children all, every hour of every day,
Through the coming glad New Year guide them all the way.
\ : : CHARLOTTE F. DALEY.
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» COPYRIGHTED BY WORTHINET Ge Tee BROAGWAYN:
HNarny casas og
Snow) Rutty Seamce/
os : : (es
es yeas ody
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THE SKATING PARTY
AND
OTHER POEMS AND STORIES
BY
C. F. DALEY
IEEUSTRATIONS By ANNIE 6 SilieZley
New YORK
WOKTHINGTON COMPANY
“| HE. SKATING Party
HIS is a skating party and we’re going home to dine;
We've been out all the morning ever since Hale pace nine,
And now we hear the dinner bell, so, hungry as can be,
We're rushing home to Mamma, with our faces full of glee.
Y ! hadn’t we a lovely time on the ice so smooth and hard—
The pond’s out in the meadow beyond Timothy’s back yard.
But your Tom had a dreadful fall, and he didn’t cry a tear,
io big folks were standing by to say to Tom, ‘‘Poor dear.â€
So I just said ‘it; an at that Tom grew first red, then white,
And looked as if he'd like to fall again, just out of spite ;
But he didn’t, and instead of that he came close up to.me
And whispered, ‘‘ You're the zicest girl that ever I did see.â€
OW if you ask Tom’s opinion about what’s best to play,
He'll surely say it’s skating though you fall down every day ;
At least that’s what he told to me, for you see Tom has no fear,
And if he should fall when I am by, I'll always say, ‘‘Poor dear.â€
. CHARLOTTE,.F. Dacey.
,
| Waar Bozzy Sai to Feux
UT of dreamland three children have come, as a fresh new day is dawning,
So sleepy baby must wake up too, for it is Christmas morning;
Here are Lucy and Jack and Fred and Felix, but Felix will lie abed.
o N® no,†says Bozzy, the shaggy dog, as he barks at his little master,
“Just look at the nursery clock, my dear, the minutes go fast and faster,
And presently the sun will rise, and mount to very noon in the skies.
i. UT in the parlour, when breakfast is done, you'll find a heap of things
That have come down the chimney, so Pussy Cat says, for Santa Claus has wings—
She saw him as on the hearth she sat; I wish I were just as wise as a cat.â€
OW, oh! how quickly is Felix dressed in the clothes that Lucy brought—
Hair brushed, face washed, shoes blacked and tied—you never would have thought
That he could lazily lie abed; was it a/J because of what Bozzy said?
CHARLOTTE F. DALEY.
War ano Appitration | |
WE had a war outside our gate, Tom and his brother Jack and 1;
Our balls were big, and made of snow, and oh! how they did fly.
WE built a fort where Timothy made b'lieve he was the garrison,
__», But we three ‘boys just routed him; my! wasn't it great fun.
ee SY eee
MEAN at first, for pretty soon I got real mad, I'll tell you why;
Tim threw a ball and hit my face, and most put out my eye.
ELL, then we all got hold of Tim, and tumbled him with all our might,
Till he looked like a real snow man, from head to foot all white.
o
HEN we took sides, for ’twasn’t fair for three to be ’gainst one, you know,
So Jack stood out with Timothy, and Tom took me, and so
E beat, for Tom’s the bravest boy there is in all creation—
I mean we would have beat, but Jack called out for arbitration;
ND that means that folks mustn’t fight, with snowballs, nor with swords,
ie But sit down still in Father’s barn, and settle it by words.
CHARLOTTE F. DALEY.
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y
| "| HOUGHTFUL Rosy
UR Rosy was tired of frolic and play
At two o’clock in the afternoon,
So down on the sofa to rest she lay,
And to think, perhaps, of the man in the moon;
Or was it the mountains in the moon?
Or the clouds that sail so soft and white?
Whatever she thought of I do not know,
But I do know the old Dream Sprite.
ND there he stood at the Sandman’s side,
; At two o’clock in the afternoon.
His red umbrella was open wide,
And I said to him, ‘‘Why have you come so soon?â€
He pointed to Rose, and his quiet face
Was radiant with a gracious smile,
. As to my question he replied
2 “This baby and I will think awhile.â€
epee
OW if ever you're tired of work or play,
Even tho’ it’s daytime and only two,
Lie down to think as Rosy did,-
And the Dream Sprite will come and think with you.
CHARLOTTE F. DALey.
Sun | )iats, or How Mamas
‘Teut “Tie |
HERE’S many a way of telling time in this blessed world of ours,
There’s the cloc
, the hour-glass, and the sun-dial in the sun,
2 é ok fa
They each can.
éyou will hes d, hoy e course of the day is run.
HEN kissing-time comes in the morning, I know it as well as can be
By the way these lads and lasses come crowding close round me,
With mouths puckered up like a gentian and eyes overflowing with love,
And faces wreathed in sweetest smiles; all this to my judgment doth prove
That all the clocks in all the world, however so many there be,
Exactly point to kissing-time ; at least for the children and me.
ND when sleepy-time comes in the evening, I know it as well as can be
By the way these lads and lasses come crowding about my knee, ;
With eyes that in the morning's prime sparkled with liquid light,
With faces where sweet trust takes up her vigil for the night.
So all the clocks in all the world, however so many there be,
Exactly point to sleepy-time ; at least for the children and me.
CHARLOTTE F. DALEY.
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From Hive (clock TO
IVE ( )cLock .
IVE o'clock looks out to see dawn illume the skies ;
Six o'clock on summer days sees the sun arise ;
Seven o'clock will list to hear all the children waken—
Presently their way will be to the schoolroom taken.
IGHT o’clock and nine o’clock find the girls and boys
Busy with their books and slates, busy with their toys;
Ten o’clock, oh! that’s the time baby takes a nap ;
Eleven.the baby is awake and coos on Mamma’s lap.
WELVE o'clock. Oh! hear the din, all the children Shout,
For it’s dinner-time once more and the school is out ;
One, and two, and three o'clock slowly drag away,
Reading, writing, ’rithmetic, not one bit of play.
UT, oh, blessed four o’clock ! have you come at last?
Now the hours will quickly go till the day is past.
Sleds go flying down the hill, snowballs fill the air,
Skates go whizzing o’er the pond, fun is everywhere.
HEN comes five o’clock once more, and the winter sun
Softly sinks behind the hills, and the day is done.
Heaven bless the children all, every hour of every day,
Through the coming glad New Year guide them all the way.
\ : : CHARLOTTE F. DALEY.
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