Little Rebels
Good Morning to you, Good Morning to you, Good Morning, Dear Teacher, Good Morning to you. gowhen September winds call them home from the wild streets and fieldsobedient children, bringing fruit or flowers, are accustomed to chant to fresh-faced schoolmarms. William Albertson, a boy whose arithmetic was always wrong, hummed no such homage as he lounged carelessly into his sixth-grade seat at the Brainard Public
School, Mount Holly, N. J. When Teacher Caroline Carroll stood up smartly with an American flag, all the other pupils raised their right hands in the...
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