Charles M. Dickinson

They are idols of hearts and of households;
They are angels of God in disguise;
His sunlight read more

They are idols of hearts and of households;
They are angels of God in disguise;
His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses,
His glory still gleams in their eyes;
Those truants from home and from Heaven
They have made me more manly and mild;
And I know now how Jesus could liken
The kingdom of God to a child.

It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative
expression and knowledge.

It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative
expression and knowledge.

When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
The read more

When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
The little one gather around me,
To bid me good-night and be kissed;
On, the little white arms that encircle
My neck in their tender embrace
Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven,
Shedding sunshine of love on my face.

You teach me baseball and I'll teach you relativity. . . . No we
must not. You will learn read more

You teach me baseball and I'll teach you relativity. . . . No we
must not. You will learn about relativity faster than I learn
baseball.

Example isn't another way to teach, it is the only way to teach.

Example isn't another way to teach, it is the only way to teach.