Father's Sweetheart

THE KINDERGARTEN 3+9

Studied from a spirit of Divine love and a comprehensive understanding of the psycholog cal development of child growth, :

the "Mother's Play" book for child and mother in this line of work stands today among the best and most profitable literature. After being fifteen years a student and teacher of Froebel's child study book, my students have reached many hundreds, and from that number the expression has always been "Certainly, it is one of the truly great, beneficial, and cultural influences of my life." In justice to the present needs of child life and to the gen- erations yet to come, there is a crying need, both in our colleges and church organizations, for more instruction that will make for efficient motherhood. The infant is plastic and versatile and, unlike the animal, is not the prisoner of the past; but he is the prophet of the future and only in proportion to the intelligence through which ;

we seek and get Divine help, can we hope to lead and guide him into the light that leads to eternal growth and blessedness. PROVO, UTAH

Father's Sweetheart (A Mother's-Day Poem)

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My father had a sweetheart in the days of long ago, A pure and hopeful maiden, her soul with love aglow; And father wooed and won her because he loved her so, And she became my mother, my good angel here below. REFRAIN I'm in love with father's sweetheart, she's the dearest girl I know; My guiding angel she will be, no matter where I go; Though I'm saddened by misfortune, or though life goes like a song, Iknow that father's sweetheart's prayers, will help to make me strong. Iknow she'll always love me, no matter what my part; God help me to be worthy of father's old sweetheart. II

Why father loved his sweetheart is to me not hard to tell; No one could help but love her who knew her very well; She is so kind and patient, so full of hope and joy, Her love makes me rejoice to be my father's sweetheart's boy. Ill

My father and his sweetheart now are getting old and gray; The charms of youthful splendor are fading fast away; Yet, now their souls are sweeter than e'er they were before, And father's sweetheart's grayness makes me love her all the more. A. Ira Cox