Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for November

Bunches of Grapes

"Bunches of grapes," says Timothy:

"Pomegranates pink," says Elaine;

"A junket of cream and a cranberry tart

For me," says Jane.

"Love-in-a-mist," says Timothy:

"Primroses pale," says Elaine;

"A nosegay of pinks and mignonette

For me," says Jane.

"Chariots of gold," says Timothy:

"Silvery wings," says Elaine;

"A bumpity ride in a wagon of hay

For me," says Jane.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 39	A Distant Tower from The Little Lame Prince by Dinah Maria Mulock	Doctor Goldsmith from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	Peter Saves a Friend and Learns Something from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	FIRE: THE FIRST STORY from The Forge in the Forest by Padraic Colum Phaethon from The Forge in the Forest by Padraic Colum	The New Trade-Route from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	The Wolf Hunt (Part 1 of 2) from The Bears of Blue River by Charles Major	Saint Faith from In God's Garden by Amy Steedman
	Captain Smith's Expedition and Return from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis An Exciting Adventure from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis Taken before Powhatan from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis	Goldenrod Honey from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	The Cock and the Jewel from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Have a Queer Dream from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	The Three Wishes from Merry Tales by Eleanor L. Skinner	Why Unc' Billy Possum Didn't Go Home from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess	The Log-Book Story from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
	Golden-Rod by Frank Dempster Sherman	The Ride to Bumpville by Eugene Field		The Quest by Eudora Bumstead	I Can't Abear by Walter de la Mare	Today by Thomas Carlyle	How the Leaves Came Down by Susan Coolidge

The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter

The Crow and the Pitcher

In a spell of dry weather, when the Birds could find very little to drink, a thirsty Crow found a pitcher with a little water in it. But the pitcher was high and had a narrow neck, and no matter how he tried, the Crow could not reach the water. The poor thing felt as if he must die of thirst.

Then an idea came to him. Picking up some small pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one. With each pebble the water rose a little higher until at last it was near enough so he could drink.

In a pinch a good use of our wits may help us out.