ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



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ARBOR DAY ACROSTIC. 



FOR A CLASS OF SEVEN' GIRLS. 



r~V\CH girl should be dressed in white, with shoulder sash of red, white and 

 L, blue, and should wear real or imitation flowers of the kind represented. 



If flowers cannot be obtained, each girl should wear a coronet made of card- 

 board covered with pink tissue-paper on which appears the name of the flower 

 represented. The letters for the name may be cut out of gilt paper and attached 

 with mucilage. 



Each girl should be provided with one of the seven letters comprised in 

 A-R-B-O-R D-A-Y. These letters should be from eight to ten inches long, 

 cut from heavy card-board and covered with evergreen. 



Girl representing ARBUTUS enters, carrying letter A, comes well down 

 in front, and recites her selection ; then places letter in position on wall back 

 of stage, for which previous preparation may have been made, and takes her 

 place at left center. ROSE then enters, recites selection, places letter R in 

 position on wall, and takes her place next to Arbutus. Others follow in order. 

 After the last letter has been placed in position all recite in concert. 



A-RBUTUS. 

 I am the Arbutus. 



If Spring has maids of Honor If Spring has maids of Honor 

 And why should not the Spring, Arbutus leads the train : 



With all her dainty service, A lovelier, a fairer. 



Have thoughts of some such thing ? The Spring would seek in vain. 



B-OSE. 

 I am the Rose. 



If Jove would give the leafy bowers Nursling of soft summer dawns; 



A queen for all their world of flowers. Love's own earliest sigh it breathes. 



The Rose would be the choice of Jove Beauty's brow with lustre wreathes. 



And blush, the queen of every grove, And to young zephyr's warm caresses. 



Gem, the vest of earth adorning. Spreads abroad its verdant tresses. 

 Eye of gardens, light of lawns, 



B-UTTERCUP. 

 I am the Buttercup . 



I'm homely and I wear the dress They say I'm but an idle weed. 

 That once my mother wore ; As useless as I'm gay ; 



You may remember having seen But there was never yet'a flower 

 A Buttercup before ; More loyal to the May. 



OX-EVE DAISY. 



I am the Ox-eye Daisy. 



Oh welcome, welcome, queenly May But when the air grew doubly sweet 

 The Ox-Eye daisy am I ; With music and perfume, 



I kept my blossoms folded close I knew that you had come indeed. 

 Beneath the Apnl sky; And it w'as time to bloom. 



Br-HODORA. 

 I am the Rhodora. 



In May when sea- winds pierce our solitudes, The purple petals, fallen in the pool. 



We find the fresh Rhodora in the woods. Make the dark water with their beauty gay ; 



Spreading its leafless blossoms in a damp nook, Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool. 



To please the desert and the sluggish brook. And court the flower that cheapens his array. 



