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"'Old Glory,' to greet now come hither, With eyes full of love to the brim; May the wreaths of our heroes ne'er wither, Nor a star of their banner grow dim."

The words in these four lines have been somewhat changed to fit the occasion.

Then during the rest of the third stanza and the chorus the boys stand at back of Liberty, three on either side, and the girls kneel in tableau effect in front of her.

Home, Sweet Home

At back of stage arrange a family group around a small table on which are some flowers and a lamp. The mother is sewing, father reading, a little girl playing with a dolly, and a boy working examples. All look happy and cosy. As curtain is drawn revealing the scene, the first stanza of HOME, SWEET HOME is sung, and a young man in soldier uniform, carrying a gun over shoulder, marches back and forth across front of stage as if on duty, looking sad and lonely.

TABLEAUX

Marie Irish

When I'm a Man

A little boy wearing a soldier cap, a blue coat much too large for him, a sword buckled at his side, a gun in one hand and a flag in the other, stands in center of stage. As colored light is thrown on the stage he speaks:

"When I'm a man, a big, tall man, I'll be a soldier, brave and true, I will fight my country's battles, Led on by the Red, White and Blue."

See footnote, p. 124.

The Soldier's Farewell

Little boy dressed as in preceding scene stands with a little girl who has on a long dress and hair done on top of head. She stands half turned away from the boy, who has a hand on her shoulder as if trying to comfort her. Her face is buried in her hands and she seems to weep as he recites:

"How can I bear to leave thee? It breaks my heart to grieve thee, But now, whate'er befalls me, I go where duty calls me."

The March of Civilization

A curtain is drawn, revealing at the back of a dimly-lighted stage an Indian tepee with several Indians standing near. A march is played and after several measures the others come onto stage. The line is led by boy dressed as Uncle Sam, who takes position at center of stage in front of tepee. On either side of him stands a soldier, and next to the soldiers stand sailors. The others arrange themselves in line, some on one side and some on other, some sitting on floor in front of line. One, with bible, dresses as minister, one as farmer with large straw hat and rake over shoulder. One as doctor, one as baker, one with tools as carpenter, etc. A girl dresses as nurse; another with gown and mortar-bored cap as a student; one has pen and scroll for writing; and another carries a typewriter, sits on floor with it in front of her and pretends to write on it. When all are in places colored light is thrown on scene and Uncle Sam recites:

"Onward, forward, with steady pace, Progress leads the American race; And 'neath her penetrating ray New wonders come to light each day."

Liberty

A colored boy, barefoot and scantily dressed in short trousers and colored shirt, with a white cloth around head for turban, stands fastened to a box with a chain. The box is covered with dark cloth and on it stands girl dressed as Liberty--long white robe, crown, a drapery of red, white and blue, and in her hand a flag. As light is turned on she looks sadly at boy, then waves her flag above him, and the chain which was lightly fastened drops to floor as boy gives it a pull. He looks at fallen chain, then sinks on knees and, raising hands, clasps them and gazes at Liberty as if asking help. Liberty waves flag above him.

Peace

Scenes from the Life of Lincoln

A tall, dark boy in common work clothes, trousers rather short, stands with axe upraised ready to strike.

A tall, dark boy dressed in long black coat and rather ill-fitting clothes, dark hair rumpled and pushed back from forehead, sits writing as a rough-looking fellow with whip in one hand tries to pull a little boy, face blackened and poorly clothed, from his negro mother, who clings to child and weeps. A boy marches on stage, carrying large flag and recites:

"No slave beneath that starry flag, The emblem of the free! No fettered hand shall wield the brand That smites for liberty: No tramp of servile armies Shall shame Columbia's shore, For he who fights for freedom's rights Is free for evermore!"

On an easel at center of stage have a picture of Lincoln, two large flags draped above it and smaller ones around it. On either side of picture stand girls dressed in white trimmed with red, white and blue bunting, each holding a flag. They repeat:

"He went about his work--such work as few Ever had laid on head and heart and hand-- As one who knows, where there's a task to do, Man's honest will must Heaven's good grace command.

"So he went forth to battle, on the side That he felt clear was Liberty's and Right's, As in his peasant boyhood he had plied His warfare with rude Nature's thwarting mights.

"So he grew up, a destined work to do, And lived to do it: four long-suffering years. Ill-fate, ill-feeling, ill-report lived through, And then he heard the hisses changed to cheers."

SONGS, STORIES, FACTS

WHEN LINCOLN WAS A LITTLE BOY

Clara J. Denton

When Lincoln was a little boy, So fond was he of reading, His book was with him at the plough Or in the garden weeding.

His home was in the woods and so He couldn't have much schooling. He had to work the live-long day, And had no time for fooling.

He understood the plough and hoe And with the ax was handy. He didn't care for dressing up, And never was a dandy.

For all the while his head was filled With plans for gaining knowledge. A first-class lawyer he became, Yet never went to college.

He borrowed books from far and near, From every kindly neighbor, And studied them most faithfully When resting from his labor.

THE DAY WE CELEBRATE

Clara J. Denton

The day that gave us Lincoln Is one we all love well; The day which now we honor More than we can tell. O little old log cabin, Afar in forest wild, We love your roof that sheltered This most wondrous child.

And while we sing his praises We'll try like him to be: All upright, true and noble, From self-seeking free. And we will yet remember, However poor our state, There still is a chance, like Lincoln, To grow good and great.

This day we will remember In loyal love and joy; For time or change can never Faith in him destroy. Yes, wreathe this day with flowers Forever in our thought; It gave the world a hero And sweet freedom brought.

Music for this may be found in Golden Glees song book, by S. C. Hanson. Price, thirty-five cents, postpaid.

LINCOLN SONG

We are thinking today of a loved one lost, Lincoln, the true, the brave; Of the strong one who came, when tempest tossed, Our nation's bark to save.

Many are the hearts that are mourning today, Mourning for the brave laid low; Many are the eyes looking up to say, Oh, why must this be so! Help us to say, humbly we pray, Father, may Thy will be done!

We are thinking today how he led us on, Just as the Lord led him, To the glorious victory well-nigh won; And our eyes with tears grow dim.

We are weeping today, but the hour will come, Come when we all shall see Why the will of the Lord hath called him Home, No more with us to be.

THE NAME WE SING

Clara J. Denton

Of Lincoln now we sing, Loud let the welkin ring, The sound prolong. He broke the bondsman's thrall And freedom brought to all, His mighty blows let fall The shackles strong.

This man of pure intent, Whose every thought was bent Sweet peace to bring. O eyes so keen of view, O mighty heart so true, O soul with courage new, Of thee we sing.

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