Industrial Arts for Elementary Schools

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Page 393 - I AM THE PRINTING PRESS Written by ROBERT H. DAVIS for R. Hoe & Co. I AM the printing press, born of the mother earth. My heart is of steel, my limbs are of iron, and my fingers are of brass. I sing the songs of the world, the oratorios of history, the symphonies of all time.
Page 393 - I make the human heart beat with passion or tenderness. I stir the pulse of nations, and make brave men do braver deeds and soldiers die. I inspire the midnight toiler, weary at his loom, to lift his head again and gaze, with fearlessness, into the vast beyond, seeking the consolation of a hope eternal. When I speak a myriad people listen to my voice. The Saxon, the Latin, the Celt, the Hun, the Slav, the Hindu, all comprehend me. I am the tireless clarion of the news. I cry your joys and sorrows...
Page 177 - Have you forgotten the left-breast knock When you bagged the bee in the hollyhock; And the angry burr of an ancient clock, All ready to strike, came out of the mill, Where, covered with meal, the rogue was still, Till it made your thumb and finger thrill ? It is one, two, three the roll is caught ; 'Tis a backward step and the thread is taut ; A hurry of wheel and the roll is wrought ! 'Tis one, two, three, and the yarn runs on, And the spindle shapes like a white-pine cone, As even and still...
Page 393 - I am the tireless clarion of the news. I cry your joys and sorrows every hour. I fill the dullard's mind with thoughts uplifting. I am light, knowledge and power. I epitomize the conquests of mind over matter. I am the record of all things mankind has achieved. My offspring comes to you in the candle's glow, amid the dim lamps of poverty, the splendor of riches; at sunrise, at high noon, and in the waning evening. I am the laughter and tears of the world, and I shall never die until all things return...
Page 393 - I am the printing press, born of the mother earth. My heart is of steel, my limbs are of iron, and my fingers are of brass. I sing the songs of the world, the oratorios of history, the symphonies of all time. I am the voice of today, the herald of tomorrow. I weave into the warp of the past the woof of the future. I tell the stories of peace and war alike. I make the human heart beat with passion or tenderness. I stir the pulse of nations, and make brave men do brave deeds and soldiers die.
Page 45 - I see by little and little more of what is to be done, and how it is to be done, should I ever be able to do it. On my soul, there should be some reward for that continual agonie ennuyeuse.
Page 5 - As a subject for educative purposes, industrial arts is a study of the changes made by man in the forms of materials to increase their values and of the problems of life related to these changes.
Page 386 - And there, among the shadows, bent Above one ponderous folio, With whose miraculous text were blent Seraphic faces : Angels, crowned With rings of melting amethyst; Mute, patient Martyrs, cruelly bound To blazing fagots ; here and there, Some bold, serene Evangelist, Or Mary in her sunny hair; And here and there from out the words A brilliant tropic bird took flight; And through the margins many a vine Went wandering roses, red and white, Tulip, wind-flower, and columbine Blossomed.
Page 6 - The materials, processes, conditions of "production, and the purchase and use of the products of the more important industries may be studied for the values which such study affords in one's everyday life, regardless of his occupation. Such a study of industrial arts, we describe as ' general.' To realize its purposes, we make no attempt to develop any considerable degree of skill in any of the several industries studied. Productive skill is not included in its purposes as it is in vocational education....
Page 315 - The other with never slackening speed Turning his swift wheel round. Silent we stood beside him there, Watching the restless knee, Till my friend said low, in pitying voice, . ""How tired his foot must be...

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