Lincoln Day Entertainments. Various

       Various

      Lincoln Day Entertainments

      Recitations, Plays, Dialogues, Drills, Tableaux, Pantomimes, Quotations, Songs, Tributes, Stories, Facts

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066126261

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      READINGS, RECITATIONS, QUOTATIONS

      SOME HEROES

      This recitation is intended to be rendered by two little boys. One holds a book and shows the pictures while the other recites.

      NOW look, and some pictures of heroes I'll show,

       A hero is always a brave man, you know.

       Here on this first page is Washington grand,

       He fought for our liberty, our free, honored land.

       And next we see our loved Lincoln so brave,

       You know he gave freedom to each poor old slave.

       And here's General Grant! Think what battles he won!

       He fought that all States be united as one.

       You see all these heroes are both good and great,

       And each gave his life for his country and state.

       The last is a hero—now think who 'twill be!

       He, too, will be great; now look and see—Me.

      OUR LINCOLN

      Our Lincoln, when he was a boy,

       Was very tall and slim.

       You see I'm just a little tall;

       I wonder if I look like him.

       Our Lincoln, when he was a boy,

       Was very brave and very true.

       Today I'm just a little brave;

       In this I'm like our Lincoln, too.

       Our Lincoln, when he was a man,

       Was loved and honored everywhere.

       I'll be the man that Lincoln was,

       To do this I must now prepare.

      LIKE LINCOLN

      Clara J. Denton

      WHEN I'm a man, a great big man,

       Like dear old Abe I'll be.

       I mean to follow every plan

       To make me good as he.

       I'll study well, and tell the truth.

       And all my teachers mind;

       And I will be to every one,

       Like him, so true and kind.

       I'll try to live in peace, because

       "Quarrels don't pay," said he;

       And any rule of "Honest Abe's"

       Is good enough for me.

       I'll make the best of everything,

       And never scold or whine;

       That was his way when trouble came,

       And so it shall be mine.

       I'll be a temperance man, like him.

       They say—what do you think!—

       He gave some great men at his house,

       Just water cold to drink!

       He did not muddle up his brains

       With any sort of stuff.

       And so, I think his way—don't you?

       Is plenty good enough.

       I may not be a President

       If thus my life I plan.

       But I'll be something better still:

       A good and honest man.

LINCOLN[A]

      ONLY a baby, fair and small,

       Like many another baby son,

       Whose smiles and tears came swift at call,

       Who ate, and slept, and grew, that's all—

       The infant Abe Lincoln.

       Only a boy like other boys,

       With many a task, but little fun,

       Fond of his books, though few he had,

       By his good mother's death made sad—

       The little Abe Lincoln.

       Only a lad, awkward and shy,

       Skilled in handling an ax or gun,

       Mastering knowledge that, by and by,

       Should aid him in duties great and high—

       The youthful Abe Lincoln.

       Only a man of finest bent,

       A splendid man: a Nation's son,

       Rail-splitter, Lawyer, President,

       Who served his country and died content—

       The patriot, Abe Lincoln.

       Only—ah! what was the secret, then,

       Of his being America's honored son?

       Why was he famed above other men,

       His name upon every tongue and pen—

       The illustrious Abe Lincoln?

       A mighty brain, a will to endure,

       Kind to all, though a slave to none,

       A heart that was brave, and strong, and sure,

       A soul that was noble, and great, and pure,

       A faith in God that was held secure—

       This was Abraham Lincoln.

[A] With apologies to the unknown writer of the pretty poem Washington, of which this is an adaptation.—Editor.

      THE GRANDSON OF THE VETERAN

      Arthur E. Parke

      I'VE got the finest grandpapa

       That ever lived, I b'lieve;

       He used to be a soldier boy—

       He's got one empty sleeve.

       He tells the grandest tales to me,

       Of battles that he fought;

       Of how he marched, and how he charged,

       And how that he got shot.

       My papa was a soldier, too;