PRACTICAL EDUCATION WHEN an education major registers for Miss Marion Read's course in Children's Literature, she knows she is in for some good practical work. The pictures on these pages are an example of the children's books (writing, designing, and illustrating), that have been produced as a routine assignment in the course. The section on Children's Literature in the College library is one of the most complete in the state and furnishes models for the aspiring elementary school teacher, who then goes to work on her own version under the assumption that to thoroughly understand the psychology behind selecting reading material for children, the teacher must have a practical understanding of the creative process. Amateur writers (and some of them come near to turning out professional work) are encouraged to select subject matter not too far removed from their own childhood experiences. Thus, following the famous Ogden wind storm of 1941, one student depicted a child's reaction to the havoc wreaked on his own backyard. Miss Marjorie Andelin in her story of the rag doll, Squanna, and her mistress, the little crippled girl Sally, depicts with clever insight a child's hopes and fears; and the story of how Squanna is stolen and recovered by her mistress is one that is thoroughly satisfactory to the mind of child readers. SQUANNA. CH. I SALLY'S BEDROOM DOOR OPENED AND SALLY'S MOTHER WALKED IN. HER HANDS WERE BEHIND HER BACK AND HER EYES TWINKLED WITH MERRIMENT AND SURPRISE. SALLY LOOKED UP AS HER MOTHER CAME IN. "WHAT HAVE YOU IN YOUR HANDS MAMMA?" "A SURPRISE, DARLING. WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS?" "A SURPRISE? OH, I CAN'T EVEN GUESS. OH, MAMMA, SHOW IT TO ME. DON'T KEEP IT ANY LONGER." SQUANNA SALLY'S MOTHER BROUGHT HER HANDS FROM BEHIND HER BACK. SHE HELD IN THEM SALLY SAT BY THE WINDOW CH. IV SALLY'S DOLL BECAME QUITE FAMOUS IN THE LITTLE NEIGHBORHOOD. EACH LITTLE GIRL KNEW THE DOLL, AND SECRETLY EACH WISHED SHE COULD HAVE IT. ONE LITTLE GIRL NAMED LUCY WNATED THE DOLL SO BADLY THAT SHE DECIDED TO TAKE IT. ONE DAY WHEN A FEW OF THE GIRLS WERE PLAYING WITH SALLY, LUCY TOOK THE DOLL AND STARTED HOME WITH IT. ON THE WAY SHE SAW HER MOTHER WALKING WITH SALLY'S MOTHER. LUCY DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO. SHE KNEW THAT HER MOTHER WOULD MAKE HER TAKE THE DOLL BACK AND SHE WANTED IT SO BADLY. QUICKLY SHE STUFFED THE DOLL INTO A WAGON OF HAY THAT STOOD LUCY RAN AWAY WITH THE DOLL CH. V WHEN SALLY FOUND THAT HER DOLL WAS GONE SHE WAS BROKEN HEARTED. SHE CRIED UNTIL HER LITTLE HEAD ACHED AND SHE CRIED FOR MANY DAYS. SHE BECAME THE SAD LITTLE GIRL THAT SHE ONCE HAD BEEN. HER CHEEKS LOST THEIR ROSES AND HER EYES LOST THEIR SPARKLE. SHE SAT ALL DAY IN FRONT OF THE WINDOW WATCHING THE OTHER CHILDREN PLAY. SOMETIMES SHE WENT ABOUT THE YARD ON HER CRUTCHES. SHE MISSED HER DOLL AND SHE WONDERED WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO IT. POOR SALLY, SHE WAS SO UNHAPPY. ONE DAY SALLY'S FATHER MADE HER A NEW SWING. SHE SAT IN IT AND HER LEG FELT HEAVY IN THE BRACE. CH. VI SALLY SAT IN BED IN ANOTHER PART OF THE COUNTRY, FAMOUS DOCTOR CURE HAD DECIDED TO TAKE A TRIP. HE HAD PACKED HIS THINGS, CALLED HIS LITTLE BLACK DOG, CLIMBED INTO HIS CAR AND HAD DRIVEN AWAY. HE WANTED TO GO FAR AWAY FROM THE NOISE AND SMOKE OF THE CITY. HE WANTED TO GO TO A LITTLE COUNTRY TOWN WHERE THE AIR WAS PURE, THE FIELDS WERE GREEN, THE FLOWERS WERE BRIGHT, AND THE MOUNTAINS WERE PURPLE. NOW, AFTER DRIVING FOR MANY DAYS HE WAS BEGINNING TO FEEL REWARDED. IN FRONT OF HIM HE COULD SEE THE WOODS AND BESIDE HIM HE COULD SEE THE MOUNTAINS. COALTAR FOUND SQUANNA HE DROVE ALONG THE BUMPY DIRT UNTIL HE WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS. THEN - BANG -. A PIECE OF GLASS PUNCTURED HIS TIRE. "OH WELL," HE SIGHED. "I'M TIRED OF RIDING ANYWAY AREN'T YOU COALTAR?" "WOOF", SAID THE LITTLE BLACK DOG. "THIS IS A LOVELY SPOT IN WHICH TO BREAK A TIRE," SAID DR. CURE, "IT IS MUCH BETTER THAN A BURNING HOT CEMENT HIGHWAY." HE OPENED THE CAR DOOR AND GOT OUT. COALTAR BOUNDED OUT AFTER HIM. "WOOF," HE SAID. "YES, YOU CAN RUN AND PLAY IF YOU LIKE. I WILL FLY SALLY WAS SWINGING AND CRYING IN THE WOODS." HE PUT THE DOLL IN THE CAR AND FINISHED FIXING HIS TIRE. CH. VII AFTER SALLY WATCHED THE CHILDREN GO TO THE WOODS SHE WENT ON WITH HER SWINGING. SHE WAS CRYING AND SHE WAS ANGRY. SHE UNLACED THE STRAPS THAT HELD HER BRACE, TOOK IT OFF AND THREW IT ON THE GROUND. "I HATE YOU. YOU NASTY OLD BRACE," SHE SOBBED. "WHY IS IT THAT MY LEG WON'T GET WELL WHY CAN'T WE BE RICH SO I CAN GO TO A GOOD DOCTOR." SHE WAS SWINGING HIGH NOW AND THE SOBS SHOOK HER BODY. "I WANT MY DOLL," SHE CRIED. DR. CURE CAME RIDING DOWN THE STREET JUST IN TIME TO HEAR SQUANNA LAY IN THE WOODS SALLY'S CRY. HE SAW HER LITTLE HANDS SLIP FROM THE ROPES AND SALLY SLIP FROM THE SWING. THE DOCTOR STOPPED THE CAR AND QUICKLY RAN TO WHERE SALLY LAY ON THE GROUND. HE LOOKED AT HER LITTLE CRIPPLED LEG AND HE SAW THAT THE KNEE WAS BLEEDING. HE EXAMINED IT MORE CLOSELY AND BECAUSE HE HAD STUDIED FOR MANY YEARS ABOUT BONES, HE KNEW IN A MINUTE WAS WRONG. HE PICKED SALLY UP AND CARRIED HER GENTLY INTO THE HOUSE. DR. CURE LAID SALLY ON THE CLEAN KITCHEN TABLE AND TOLD SALLY'S MOTHER TO GET SOME BOILING WATER AND SOME TOWELS MOTHER WAS FRIGHTENED BUT SHE DID AS SHE WAS TOLD. THEN SHE STOOD BY THE TABLE AND WATCHED THE DOCTOR. SALLY WILL BE HAPPY