Crosspatch
No. 51
Crosspatch
Author
Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Editor
Rebecca Shivone Smith
ILLUSTRATIONS BY Mabel Lucie Attwell
RESTORATION OF ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS BY Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Published By Classical School Solutions
Fort Worth, TX
Level 2 Readers
Introducing Also Starring Introducing Introducing
Betty Barts
Betty Barts bakes the very best tarts.
She bakes a batch of plum.
She bakes a batch of pear.
She bakes a batch of fig and makes lots of tarts to share.
How do you make the very best tarts?
“You must add love,” says little Betty Barts.
Debby Dare
Please take care, little Debby Dare.
You sat down to pen a get-well note for Peggy Sue and her scratchy throat.
In your haste to be kind, the open ink pot left your mind. As fast as you could blink, down came the pot of ink.
Now the dog has more spots, I think.
Crosspatch
Cross-patch has tor n her dress.
Oh, Mama, will you fix it quick?
A needle and thread will do the trick. If I could tur n back time, I would find a way to keep out of the thor n bush and watch where I play.
As you can see, I learn the hard way.
Play Catch
Come a-long, Butch, we can play catch.
My legs could use a good long stretch.
Jack and I went to fetch wa-ter from the well.
We slid in a ditch and down we fell.
I told Jack he should take a nap.
We can get our wa-ter from the tap.
Betty June
No. 52 Betty June
Author
Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Editor
Rebecca Shivone Smith
ILLUSTRATIONS BY Agnes Richardson
RESTORATION OF ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS BY Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Published By
Classical School Solutions
Fort Worth, TX
Level 2 Readers
Starring Introducing
Betty June
Little Betty June heard of a fairy on the moon.
I shall go at once to see if it is true.
How shall I get there?
Oh, what am I to do?
It is much too far to tra-vel by car.
Silly Betty June!
To get to the moon, you must wish u-pon a star.
Send In The Clowns
Do you hear the party sounds?
It’s time to send in the clowns.
One, two, there is so much to do.
Three, four, pals are at our door.
Five, six, cakes for us to mix.
Sev-en, eight, we must not be late.
Oh look! The gang’s all here.
The time for the party has drawn near.
Little Mary Lou
Little Mary Lou has things to do.
She will teach her dog a trick or two. Come a-long, Ruff, it’s time to show your stuff.
First you must sit and then shake my hand.
Good boy, Ruff, you sure are grand.
The best show dog in all the land!
Out On The Town
There goes Bobby and Bo on the way to catch a show.
Little Bo wears a red checked gown for her time out on the town.
You must go home, little Bo. Do not wait. You should not stay out too late.
Little Bo Peep must get her sleep. She must wake up and feed her sheep.
On the Rocks
No. 53
On The Rocks
Author
Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Editor
Rebecca Shivone Smith
ILLUSTRATIONS BY Beatrice Mallet
RESTORATION OF ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS BY Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Published By Classical School Solutions
Fort Worth, TX
Level 2 Readers
Starring Introducing
Beach Bum
Isn’t it swell, isn’t it grand, to wiggle my toes in the sand?
If I could find a way, I’d go to the beach each day.
I would be a beach bum.
I would find a beach bum chum. Mom said, “Dear, that will not do.
The beach bum life is not for you."
Brave Burt Brooks
By the sea was little Burt Brooks.
On the dock he got lots of funny looks. Just dive in fast; you will be just fine.
Hurry up quick; there is a long line.
Brave Burt’s legs had tur ned to jelly. He did not wish to flop on his belly.
“Come on, legs, don’t be dumb.
Look out fish, here I come!”
Sur f’s Up
Sur f’s up for Joan and Meg.
We like to play in the sur f and sand.
We swim far out then back to land.
We like to count all the fish we see as we swim a-round the deep blue sea.
One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish.
“Let’s race back to the shore,” said Meg.
“Last
one there is a rot-ten egg.”
On The Rocks
Oh dear Judy Blue, what did you do?
How did you come to be stuck on some rocks in the sea?
“Well it’s quite a long tale to tell. The long and the short of it is I fell. My boat hit the rocks and I was thrown. Now I see that I should not sail a-lone.”
Vain Mary Jane
No. 54 Vain Mary Jane
Author
Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Editor
Rebecca Shivone Smith
ILLUSTRATIONS BY Beatrice Mallet
RESTORATION OF ORIGINAL
ILLUSTRATIONS BY Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Published By Classical School Solutions
Fort Worth, TX
Level 2 Readers
Starring Introducing
Time To Party
Ex-tra, ex-tra, read all a-bout it.
A part-y is planned at the Peach Pit.
School is out!
It is time to cheer for a great end to one more year.
Come one and all to our big bash.
Don’t miss out; it will be a smash. It starts at six so don’t be tardy.
You do not want to miss this party.
Shake a Leg Greg
Shake a leg, Greg, it is time to hit the green.
These links we play are the best I’ve seen.
Our tee time is set for noon.
Grab your clubs and get there soon.
I hope I hit a hole-in-one.
But if I don’t I will still have fun.
Gret-ta Gail
Little Gret-ta Gail had cards to send in the mail.
She had one for Bo Peep who had lost her sheep.
She had one for Boy Blue who had lost his sheep too.
Both of the cards read: “In this try-ing time, I am think-ing of you.”
Vain Mary Jane
Oh dear me, it’s Mary Jane.
How can it be that she’s so vain?
She primps and preens her life a-way.
She says she has no time for play.
Take heed, Mary Jane, with your face so fair. There is so much more to life than self care.
No. 55 Wee Goldfinch
Author
Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Editor
Rebecca Shivone Smith
ILLUSTRATIONS BY M. T. Ross for the book Bird Children ©1912
RESTORATION OF ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS BY Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Published By Classical School Solutions
Fort Worth, TX
Level 2 Readers
Starring Introducing
Snow Goose
Wise old Snow Goose reads the wind. It tells the tale of sea-son’s end.
“Honk-honk,
Honk-honk," old Snow Goose said.
“I must find a place to lay my head.
I’ll fly down south a-way from here.
The snow is on the way, I fear.”
Wee Gold-finch
Wee Gold-finch is a happy little chap with a twink-le in his eye and a fea-ther in his cap. His days are spent flit-ting in the weeds.
All win-ter long he feasts on seeds.
“In my coat of black and gold
I do not feel the frost and cold."
Sneaky Weaky Crow
Sneaky, weaky, cheeky Crow
Steals the cor n from Far m-er Joe. He creeps a-round the crops each
mor n and swipes the gold-en ears of cor n.
When you ask him why he breaks the laws, Sneaky, weaky crow says, “Caws, caws, caws."
Mea-dow Lark
Mea-dow lark with his flute-like voice sings a song that's really choice. He shapes his nest on the ground down low, where the grass-es green and tall do grow. He probes the soil for food to eat.
A feast of bugs is the great-est treat!
Wild Child
No. 56 Wild Child
Author
Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Editor
Rebecca Shivone Smith
ILLUSTRATIONS BY M. T. Ross for the book Bird Children ©1912
RESTORATION OF ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS BY Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Published By Classical School Solutions
Fort Worth, TX
Level 2 Readers
Starring Introducing
Chee-wee
“Chee-wee, chee-wee, chee-wee, chee-wee,” says Red-start.
“Will you look at me?
I may not sing the sweet-est note, But see my black and or-ange coat! It helps me on my hunt for food.
The little bugs can’t tell what to do when I flash them with my or-ange hue.”
Wild Child
Hum-ming Bird is a dainty thing.
He has no voice; he can not sing.
He flits a-bout and softly sips a sweet drink from the flow-ers’ lips.
He may come off as meek or mild.
But when you watch him fly, that Hum-ming Bird is a real wild child.
Blue-bird
The time draws near, the best time of the year.
With a flash of a crisp blue wing, Blue-bird comes to say it’s spring. He sets his mind to make his nest up in the tree which he finds best. He looks for a little hole in a tree where he can keep his young fam-i-ly.
Screech Owls
It seems to me you may have heard that an owl is a wise old bird.
Little Screech Owl and his wife live such a happy help-ful life. This pair of owls roam the trees.
They ask, “May we feast here, please?
You will hear no screech-es; you will hear no howls.”
These two birds are the kind-est owls.
Fruity Folk
No. 57 Fruity Folk
Author
Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Editor
Rebecca Shivone Smith
ILLUSTRATIONS BY M. T. Ross for the book Mother Earth’s Children the Frolics of the Fruits and Vegetables ©1914
RESTORATION OF ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS BY Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Published By Classical School Solutions Fort Worth, TX
Level 2 Readers
Straw-berry
Little Straw-ber-ry is full of mirth, the best fruit you will find on earth.
She is by far the most liked fruit, sweet as can be in her little red suit. She runs and plays with all the gals.
The pear twins are her dear-est pals.
In the woods she runs with glee play-ing games wild and free.
Take care, Straw-ber-ry, that you do not fall in those shoes.
No one likes a fruit with a bruise.
Sweet Peas
The sweet peas went out for a cruise on the seas.
“We are big peas that sail on our own. We can sail our boat all a-lone.”
The sea was wild, and the peas got scared.
“Our boat is only a shell. Our boat may sink in the swell.”
“Oh dear me,” said Pete Pea.
“We must pray we do not cap-size in this deep blue sea.”
Fruity Folk
Moth-er Pear is so proud of her twins
Blair and Claire.
No fruits were ever so sweet as these two.
“How will I ever tell them a-part?” said Moth-er Pear.
“I shall dress Blair in a suit of red and Claire in a suit of gold.”
No fruity folk was so happy as the Pears, no chil-dren so fair as Blair and Claire Pear.
Grape-fruit
Grape-fruit wants to play games and make mer-ry.
She asked to play with the Pears and Straw-ber-ry.
The oth-er fruits think she is too tart.
She looks like an or-ange.
Why not act the part?
“I
can not be an or-ange,” said Grape-fruit. “I must be me. You may think me sour, but I am full of Vi-ta-min C.”
Little Red Hen
No. 58 Little Red Hen
Author
Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Editor
Rebecca Shivone Smith
ILLUSTRATIONS BY Mabel Betsy Hill for the book New Barnes Reader ©1916
RESTORATION OF ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS BY Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Published By Classical School Solutions
Fort Worth, TX
Level 2 Readers
Little Red Hen
Little Red Hen found eight wheat seeds.
“Who will plant this wheat?” said she.
“Not I,” said Lucky Duck.
“Not I,” said Picky Pig.
“Not I,” said Rocky Rat.
“Then I shall,” said Little Red Hen.
By and by the wheat came up.
“Who will cut and weigh the wheat?” said Little Red Hen.
“Not I,” said Lucky Duck.
“Not I,” said Picky Pig.
“Not I,” said Rocky Rat.
“Then I shall,” said Little Red Hen.
And she did.
Cut and Weigh
Then Little Red Hen cut the wheat. She cut and weighed the wheat all day.
Lucky Duck, Picky Pig, and Rocky Rat watched Little Red Hen cut and weigh. They gave no help but played and played.
Then Little Red Hen said, “Who will take the wheat to the mill to grind into flour?”
“Not I,” said Lucky Duck.
“Not I,” said Picky Pig.
“Not I,” said Rocky Rat.
“Then I shall,” said Little Red Hen. And she did.
Bake the Bread
Then Little Red Hen came home from the mill with the wheat flour.
“What a great day to work and play,” she said.
“Soon we shall have fresh baked bread.”
She asked her neigh-bors, “Who will take this flour and make the bread?”
“Not I,” said Lucky Duck.
“Not I,” said Picky Pig.
“Not I,” said Rocky Rat.
“Then I shall,” said Little Red Hen.
And she did.
Eight Chicks
Soon the bread was made.
She said, “Who will eat the bread I have made?”
“I will,” said Lucky Duck.
“I will,” said Picky Pig.
“I will,” said Rocky Rat.
“No, no, no,” said Little Red Hen.
“My eight little chicks and I will eat it.”
And they did. They ate it all up.
“How sad I am,” said Lucky Duck.
“How sad I am,” said Picky Pig.
“How sad I am,” said Rocky Rat.
“We did not help Red Hen in her time of need.
Now we will be hungry in-deed.”
Donkey Duke
No. 59 Donkey Duke
Author
Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Editor
Rebecca Shivone Smith
ILLUSTRATIONS BY Janet Laura Scott
RESTORATION OF ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS BY Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Published By Classical School Solutions
Fort Worth, TX
Level 2 Readers
Kay and Trey
"Come along Kay,” said Trey.
“Let us go play on top of the bale of hay.”
Up, up the lad-der went Trey and Kay.
“Do not worry Kay.
Ma and Pa will not mind,” said Trey.
Oh no! Down went Trey, and down went Kay.
They slid down the bale of hay.
Up, up went the birds in the air.
Trey and Kay had quite the scare.
Next time they will be sure to o-bey and stay off the huge bale of hay.
Kittens
Whisk-ers had a lit-ter of kit-tens.
Whit and Whit-ney help take care of the kit-tens.
The kit-tens have soft fur.
The kit-tens want a bowl of milk to drink.
Here is your milk, kit-tens.
Whit-ney calls one of the kit-tens Mick-ey.
Mick-ey is play-ing with a bit of string.
Soon the kit-tens will grow into big strong cats.
Donkey Duke
Whit and Whitney have a donkey named Duke.
Duke is a gray donkey with large ears.
He has lived on the farm for lots of years.
Whit leads Duke while Whitney rides.
Duke likes to munch on parsley and chives.
“Come along, Duke,” says Whit.
“Mother wants us to be home soon.
We must not wander and roam.
We must make the jour-ney home.”
The Geese
Ash-ley tends her flock of geese.
Honk, honk! says the goose.
Honk, honk! says the gand-er.
The geese are always hungry.
Ash-ley feeds the geese wheat and bar-ley.
“Come along, you silly geese,” says Ash-ley.
“You must come when I call.
Hurry up and eat or the tur-keys will take your food.
Then you will have none at all.”
Gingerbread Boy
No. 60
Gingerbread Boy
Author
Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Editor
Rebecca Shivone Smith
ILLUSTRATIONS BY Frederick Richardson for the Free & Treadwell Primer ©1910
RESTORATION OF ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS BY Elizabeth Leigh Scagel
Published By Classical School Solutions
Fort Worth, TX
Level 2 Readers
Introducing Also Starring Introducing Introducing
Gin-ger-bread Boy
There was a little old lady and a little old man.
The little old pair want-ed a boy.
The little old lady said, “I will make a gin-ger-bread boy.”
She put the gin-ger-bread in the oven.
The gin-ger-bread boy jumped out of the oven and ran away. The little old lady did try to seize him but the gin-ger-bread boy ran. As he ran he said, “I am not your gin-ger-bread boy. I will not live by your plan. Run, run, as fast as you can, you will not catch me, I am the gin-ger-bread man!”
The gin-ger-bread boy met a cat. He said, “I am not a gin-ger-bread boy.
I ran away from the little old lady and the little old man. I will not live by their plan. You will not catch me; I am the gin-ger-bread man.”
And he ran, and he ran, and he ran.
The gin-ger-bread boy met a pig.
He said “I am not a gin-ger-bread boy.
I ran away from the little old lady and the little old man.
I can run away from you, I can, I can. You will not catch me; I am the gin-ger-bread man.”
The gin-ger-bread boy met a dog. He said, “I ran a-way from the little old lady and the little old man. I ran away from the cat and the pig. You will not catch me; I am the gin-ger-bread man.” And he ran, and he ran, and he ran.
The gin-ger-bread boy met a fat hen. He said, “I ran away from the little old lady and the little old man. I ran away from the cat and the pig and the dog. I can run away from you, I can. You will not catch me; I am the gin-ger-bread man.”
The gin-ger-bread boy met a fox. He said, “I ran away from the little old lady and the little old man. They want me to be their boy, but I am a man. I ran away from the cat and the pig. I ran away from the dog and the hen. I can run away from you.”
The fox said, “You can run away from the little old lady and the little old man.
You can run a-way from the cat and the pig and the dog and the fat hen. But you can not run from the fox. I shall eat you.”
And that is just what he did.