Songs, Recitations and Poems (Pages 60-63)
Pages 60 - 63
Performed by the children at the fair
CHILDREN'S GREETING. - CARRIE LOWE.
A hazy mist in air and sky
Makes all the landscape mellow:
The grapes are purple on the hills,
The tasseled corn is yellow.
The aftermath of clover fields
A dark green ground is lending
To set the rosy wreaths of fruit
With which the trees are bending.
And the sumach and the maples
Shake out their scarlet banners,
Inviting men in glade and glen.
To join their glad hosannas.
We come responsive to the call,
With joy and loud thanksgiving
For the blessings of a Christian land,
For the dear delight of living!
For kindly deeds and words of cheer,
For the smiling skies above us,
For all the store that autumn yields,
For friends at home who love us.
To you who make the Children's Fair
To us so great a pleasure,
We give our hearty, grateful thanks
No words of ours can measure,
Your kindly words and pleasant smiles,
And our humble efforts lending,
We hope to give this harvest feast
A bright and happy ending.
THE MISSION OF BOYS. - GEORGE BAYLEY.
From out the ranks of noble men.
Who firm for truth and right have stood
They are being called, as the years go by,
To come up higher and dwell with God.
We are pressing on to fill the ranks,
The world needs brave men for the fight
That is waging still, from age to age,
Forevermore 'twixt Wrong and Right.
With courage true and purpose high,
Where they have fallen we will stand,
Till Righteousness and Truth prevail,
And earth becomes Immanuel's land.
WHAT SOME OF THE BOYS THINK. - Six of the Older Boys.
First Boy.
When I am a farmer
I won't growl at the weather
But believe that the Lord
Take it all together
Knows better than I do
How to manage the weather.
From spring-time till harvest
I won't keep complaining
That there'll be no corn
If it don't leave off raining,
And no hay if it does,
And so keep on complaining.
And I'll honor the Lord
With the fruits of my labor,
Share the good things He gives
With my more needy neighbor,
And so give Him thanks,
Who gives strength to labor.
Second Boy.
When I'm a merchant
I'll take every pains
To add to my fortune
By square, honest gains.
I shall tell all my clerks
To have but one price,
Add no sand to the sugar,
Nor stones to the rice.
And no smoke in my store
From a dirty cigar,
My teas or my coffee,
Or butter shall mar.
Third Boy.
When I'm a doctor
And to sick beds hie
I won't wear a long face,
And draw a long sigh,
And make people think
They are going to die.
I'll tell them I don't think
They'll be very ill
If they'll drink down my bitters
And swallow a pill,
And I'll make them believe
They are going to get well.
Unless they're past cure
And then I will tell.
Fourth Boy.
When I'm a minister,
I'll say, now and then, now
A few words to the children,
As well as to men.
For it's awfully hard
To sit days and days
And not understand
A word a man says!
And I'll speak to each sinner
So clear and so plain,
He won't think I mean it
For some other man.
For myself, as for others,
My sermons I'll preach,
And myself try to practice
Whatever I teach.
Fifth Boy.
When I'm a teacher
I won't say at once.
That a boy who is dull
Is taught but a dance.
The big boys and girls
I won't flatter and coax,
And be stern and severe
To the wee, little folks.
I'll remember that I
Was little folks"
And couldn't remember
But wasn't a dunce. once,
Sixth Boy.
When I am an editor
I won't write a puff
For each man who offers
Me money enough.
To the good and deserving
I'll try to give praise,
But I'll never help bad men
In their crooked ways.
By using my pen
In defence of the right
I shall help banish error
And put wrong to flight.
Children’s Fair - 2017
James Roger diary entry
15th August 1913
Fair and warm; wind westerly. David at Store. I picked 6 chickens and got Hall ready for Historical Society party, which broke up at 11 p.m.
Upcoming Event
163rd Children’s Fair - August 17, 2024
New Ipswich Congregational Church
150 Main Street, New Ipswich, NH
10 AM - 3 PM
1913, N.I. Historical Society parry at the Town Hall which broke up at 11:00 P. M. Ahh, the good old days!