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Missionary Entertainments


Tke Junior Missionary Society


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Many of the numbers contained in this book of missionary
entertainments have been gleaned from the best published
by other Boards. For the unfailing courtesy of these Boards,
we wish to express our appreciation.

Other numbers have appeared in the past few years in the
Young Christian Worker: while still others are being printed
for the first time. Especial mention is due Miss Alleine Fridy,
one of the assistants in our office, for the splendid work done
in numbers of the dramatizations herein contained.

The recitations and exercises are intended for primary and
junior children, while the seventeen dramatizations, repre-
senting all the mission fields in which our Church is working,
require for their presentation boys and girls of all ages.

This book has been written, compiled, and edited in the
Educational Department of the Woman's Missionary Council
and published by the Department of Sunday School Supplies.

Sara Estelle Haskin,
Educational Secretary in Charge of Literature.



Recitations and Exercises for Primary Children.

Sunrise Cradles 7

Who Is the Queerest? 8

Willing Helpers 8

Five Little Pennies 9

Ten Little Fingers 9

For Want of— 10

Sing a Song of Thank You 10

Little Boy Blue 11

Little Bo-Peep 11

Missionary Pennies 12

Weighing the Baby 13

Chinese Mother Goose Rhymes 15

Recitations and Exercises for Juniors.

A Bag of Wishes 17

The Little Maids of Far Japan 19

Soldiers of the Cross 21

A Sanitation Song 23

A Health Acrostic 24

God Wants the Boys and Girls 24

Centenary Hymn 25

Growing Smiles 26

Lullabies 26

My Mite Box 31

Miss America's Money 32

The Missionary Dollar 35


Precious Flower and the Flies 39

Lighting Candles Around the World 48

The Great Guest Comes 55

Finding the House of Brotherly Love 58


All Along the Trail 67

The Garden of Children 71

Waiting for the Doctor 77

The Call of Africa 83

The Lonesome Little Dorothy 86

Cuba Libre 95

Maria 100

Sick in China 108

Lupe's Strange Holidays 117

Young Christian Worker Friends 121

The Mayflower Festival, or the Beautiful Surprise 129

Love Gifts at Smithsville 145

Why Didn't You Tell? 154





The queerest of cradles in all the wide world

Is found on the back of a Japanese girl,

Where held by a girdle wrapped around and around

A dear little Japanese baby is found.

There sitting as happy as any young king,
And rolling his head with her small body's swing;
Or eating his taffy-on-stick, will he be
Seen shaking his rattle in babyish glee.

When sleepy time comes with a wail or a cry
Then sister jumps up as she sings lullaby,
And up and down, up and down bobbing she goes,
Till baby's eyes droop for a soft slumber's close.

And then though his sister returns to her play,
His brown head still nodding in every which way,
He sleeps just as sweetly all perched in the air
As other small babies attended with care.

-From "Japan Jingles and Other Poems." Courtesy of Presbyterian Church in
U. S.



Little Wing Hung Lee Foo Li

Says, "Good-by, my dears, good-by, "
In his funny, little, choppy, Chinese way;

And he hopes that you will come

When his mother is at home,
Some other bright and sunny day.

His gown seems queer to you,

His umbrella and his queue
(The plait of hair that's hanging down his back);

But he would not wish to change,

For he thinks you are just as strange
With your hat of straw and shoes that you must black.

And the words he hears you say

Seem to him a funny way
To tell things that you wish your friends to hear.

So you see that while you're right

In this country, still you might
In China find they thought you something queer.

— Selected.


An Exercise for four children.

First Child.

A little brook sang on its winding way,

"I give as I go, I go;"
Then it sprinkled the dusty grass and flow'rs

With its cool and sparkling flow.

Second Child.

A little bird sang in a treetop high,

"I give of my best, my best;"
And its song so sweet cheered a weary heart,

And brought to it peace and rest.


Third Child.
A violet grew by a dusty road.

"I'll give of my sweet, my sweet,"
It said; and its perfume floated out,

Each sorrowful soul to greet.

Fourth Child.
A little girl dropped with a tender prayer

Her pennies so dear, so dear,
In the mission box, that some heathen child

Of the blessed Lord might hear.

All in Unison.
Willing helpers of Jesus we all may be,

If we gladly give our best ;
Though little the gifts, the dear Lord will know,
And his love will do the rest.

— Lizziz De Armond.

-From "Missionary Gems." Courtesy of Woman's American Baptist Foreign
Missionary Society.


One little penny went for a plum;

One little penny bought chewing gum;

One little penny rolled out of sight;

One little penny got peppermints white;

This little penny sings, "Goody, goody, goody,"

All the way down to my thank offering box.

— Selected.


Only ten little fingers!

[Holds them up]

Not very strong, 'tis true;
Yet there is work for Jesus
Such little hands may do.


What though it be but humble,

Winning no word of praise;
We are but little children,

Working in little ways.

Only ten little fingers!

But little things may grow,
And li.tle hands now helpless

Will not be always so.
And if we train them early

Unto his work alone
They will do greater service

When they are stronger grown.

— Selected.


For want of a cent, the dime was lost;
For want of the dime, the dollar was lost;
For want of the dollar, the Bible was lost;
For want of the Bible the Christ was lost;
For want of the Christ, the country was lost;
For want of the country, the world was lost;
For want of the world, the kingdom was lost —
And all for the want of a copper cent.

— Alleine Fridy.


Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie;
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing.
Now, wasn't that a dainty dish to set before a king?

Sing a song of Thank-you, for lives so full of cheer,
Two and fifty joy weeks crammed into a year;
As the weeks are passing, surely we should bring
Offerings so gladly to place before our King.


Sing a song of Thank-you, jingling boxes pink,
Four and twenty Juniors, a pretty sight I think;
When each box was opened the coins seemed to sing.
O, was not this an offering fit to place before our King?

Sing a song of Thank-you, as we send to-day
Four and twenty dollars, speeding on their way;
Take them safe to Egypt, to India, and Sudan,
Use them in our homeland to carry out God's plan.

Sing a song of Thank-you, for there's One who will

Multiply our offerings many times until

Like the loaves and fishes the little lad did bring,

They'll feed a hungry multitude, by the blessing of our King.

— Permission of Woman's General Missionary Society, United Presbyterian
Church of North America.


O little Boy Blue, come blow your horn

And waken the Juniors this bright New Year morn;

The Lord of the harvest has sent out a call.

"Go work in my vineyard," he says to them all.

Blow long and blow loud, O little Boy Blue,

For the work is so great and the workers so few;

And out in the darkness lost in the cold,

The Shepherd has lambs I o be brought to the fold.

And, little Boy Blue, be sure you make clear

That the Juniors are wanted this very New Year,

For the Captain depends on the young and the brave

To help him to conquer, to seek, and to save.

— H. W.

'—Permission of Woman's General Missionary Society, United Presbyterian
Church of North America.


Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,

She can't tell where to find it;
Leave it alone, and it will come home

And bring its tail behind it.


Little Bo-Peep has found her sheep,

Her father's going to shear it;
The wool on its back will fill a big sack

And sell for two dollars or near it.

Says little Bo-Peep: "How much shall I keep
Of the money my sheep has brought us,

And how much shall go that more children may know
About the Good Shepherd who sought us?"

— Permission of Woman's General Missionary Society, United Presbyterian
Ch urch of North A m erica .


By a very little girl, who drops four pennies into a missionary barrel as she
repeats the last verse.

Where did my pennies come from?

Let me count them — one, two, three, four.
One is for always rememb'ring

To shut the pantry door;
Two is for minding the baby —

Our dear little cunning Ted;
Three is for not interrupting

What the grown-up people said;
Four is what Uncle John gave me

When I bumped me and didn't cry.
If some of you think it was easy,

I only wish you would try.

What shall I do with my pennies?

There are candies and toys, I know,
And the children can always tell

How quickly the pennies go.

But this gift box seems always saying:
"Give your pennies to me, my dear,

And send them across the ocean,

That the heathen God's word may hear."


I know they are only pennies,

I know they are few and small
But I'll send a wee prayer along with them,
And the gift box shall have them all.

— Jessie H. Brown.
— From "Missionary Gems.'" Courtesy of Woman's American Baptist Foreign
Mission Society.

A Suggestion for a Cradle Roll Reception.

The baby is brought to the front of the room, and six of the oldest Beginners
gather around, reciting the poem. The verses may be recited by an older girl
assisting with the little people, or they may be printed or copied on the recep-
tion invitation. For a boy baby, change the pronoun and omit the "Fourth

First Child.

A penny a pound for the baby,

The baby not two years old;
Though we know that every baby

Is worth its weight in gold.

Second Child.

A penny a pound for the baby;

Suppose she'd been born in Spain?
She'd be taught her prayers on a rosary

The hope of heaven to gain.

Third Child.

A penny a pound for the baby

In the Land of the Rising Sun,
The babies and wee little children

Are said to have plenty of fun.

But their mothers don't tell them of Jesus;

They hear not the sweet story of old,
While we count the soul of our baby

More precious than silver or gold.


Fourth Child.

A penny a pound for the baby,

So dainty and fresh and sweet;
From the crown of her head she's precious

To the toes of her little feet.

But those little feet in China

Would be bound and cramped so small

She could not run as we do,
But only stumble and fall.

They think it right to do it,

Because 'tis their custom old;
So they torture the feet of the children,

And call them "lilies of gold."

Fifth Child.

A penny a pound for the baby;

In India far away
Are many starving babies

Who cry for us to-day.

Our babies here can help them,

Though not yet two years old;
For love will make their pennies

Worth all their weight in gold.

Sixth Child.
Stepping forward to receive money.
Then come and weigh the baby,

And soon may the story be to'd

In the love of our Saviour all babies

Are worth their weight in gold.

—From "Missionary Program Material." By Anita B. Ferris. Copyright oy
Missionary Education Movement of the United States and Canada. Used by



Arranged for three primary girls with dolls. If possible, the dolls should be
Chinese, or American dolls dressed in Chinese clothing, their hair arranged in
Chinese fashion or covered with caps. It might also be effective to have the
little girls dressed in Chinese costume.

First Girl.

[Taking the doll's foot and pretending to pull each little toe in turn as an
American mother does with her baby when she recites "This Little Pig."]

This little cow eats grass,

This little cow eats hay,

This little cow drinks water,

This little cow runs away,

This little cow does nothing

Except lie down all day.

We'll whip her.

[With last line she playfully pats the foot of the doll.]

Second Girl.

[Pretending in the last part of the stanza to teach her doll to walk.]
You dear little baby,

Don't you cry;
Your father's drawing water

In the South near by.
A red-tasseled hat

He wears on his head.
Your mother's in the kitchen,

Making up bread.
Walk a step, walk a step,

Off he goes;
See from his shoe tips

Peep three toes.

Third Girl.

IRocking her doll in her arms.]
My baby is sleeping;

My baby's asleep.
My flower is resting;


I'll give you a peep.
How cunning he looks

As he rests on my arm!
My flower's most charming

Of all them that charm.

To Be Used as a Recitation.

There was a little girl

Who would run upon the street.

She took rice and changed it
For good things to eat.

Her mother lost control of her

Until she found her feet;
But now she's just as good a girl

As you will ever meet.

[The little girl who recites the following rhyme should walk up and down
pretending to water flowers from a basin.]

I water the flowers; I water the flowers;

I water them morning and evening hours;

I never wait till the flowers are dry;

I water them e'er the sun is high.

A basin of water, a basin of tea;

I water the flowers; they're opening, you see;

A basin of water, another beside,

I water the flowers; they're op'ning wide.

— Isaac T. Headland, "Chinese Mother Goose Rhymes." Copyright, Fleming H.
Revell Company. Taken from "Missionary Program Material.". By Anita



For children from six to nine years of age. Each draws a slip, and the leader
calls the number, so that they may be given in short order, though those
on the platform may not respond in the order in which they stand.

[This exercise requires six members of the society. The leader should carry a
bag containing five slips upon which the five wishes are written very plainly.
Those taking part should have a chance to read over all the slips beforehand,
in order to give any of them readily. After the leader's introduction each of the
five may draw a slip from the bag and read in turn, the leader giving the appro-
priate reply. These replies should be committed to memory; but if this cannot
be done easily, they may be read from the paper, with the air of reading an im-
portant discourse. In conclusion the slips may be gathered into the bags again
and all may join in singing the closing hymn.]

The Leader holding out her bag.

I've a bag of wishes, as you all may see;
Missionary wishes, they appear to be.
Where you dropped, I gathered what you here behold;
Maybe you will read them as they are unrolled.
Each of you may draw one; read, and you will see
What these various wishes in my bag may be.

Number One.

I wish I were rich! If I'd plenty of money,

I'd give to the needy and make their lives sunny.


Beware of such wishes, so smooth and so stealthy;
O listen, my dears, do not wait to be wealthy:
Give now what you have to bring joy to the sad;
A cup of cold water may make a heart glad.


Number Two.

I wish I were great! O the good I would do!

I would use all my powers to help the work through.


Well, how do you know that you would, may I a k?
Just prove it by now doing each little task.

Number Three.
I wish I were big, and could go to far lands,
To carry the gospel, as Jesus commands!

Don't waste time in wishing, but just as you are,
Do what you can now for the people afar.
You can pray, you can give, you can learn what they need;
And while you are growing, do many a deed.

Number Four.
I wish that all people knew more of the need
Of millions of souls that for knowledge still plead.

Well, what are you doing to make them know more?
Do you tell your next neighbor what you've heard before?

Number Five.
I wish that more workers were ready to go
To help the great world that continues to grow!

For those waiting to go, pray, how much will you do?
Are you getting ready, if God should call you?
Ah! wishes, good wishes, should grow to good deeds,
That the world may be helped in its piteous needs.
Don't spend time in wishing, if aught you can do;
Don't leave it to others; the Master calls you.


The wishes are good, if they prove to be seeds,
Which, planted and watered, grow up to good deeds.
I'll gather them up and take care of them, too;
You must do what you can to make them come true.

(After dropping slips again into the bag all join in singing to
the air, "I think when I read that sweet story of old.")

I wish, yes, I wish that the Saviour I love

Would help me and guide me each day:
And that I might be able to share in the wo k

Of showing the lost ones the way.
O this wish of my heart is a prayer unto him;

I know he will hear it above;
And may all his dear children be faithful and true

And spread the glad news of his love!

— Julia H. Johnston, in "Over Sea and Land." Courtesy of Woman's American
Baptist Home Mission Society.


(For six girls six to ten years of age.)
First Girl.

The little maids of far Japan

Have eyes of jetty black,
And ebon locks all held in place

By pins crossed in the back;
They wear kimonos made of silk,

And gay with Eastern dyes,
Their satin girdles spread behind

Like gorgeous butterflies.

Second Girl.

The little maids of far Japan

Are quiet and discreet;
They wear shoe mittens in the house,

Straw sandals on the street.


They have deep pockets to their dress —

I'm sure you'll not believe
How cakes and toys or perfumed things

They carry in their sleeve.

Third Girl.

The little maids of far Japan

Are wonderfully polite,
Although they never shake your hand

They bow with all their might.
Their teacher bows to them at school

The children bow again,
And then the teacher bows once more

Before the school begins.

Fourth Girl.

The little maids of far Japan

They drink tea o'er and o'er,
Within a house where soft straw mats

Are spread upon the floor.
They hold their pretty paper fans

In smart, coquettish ways,
And find, for passing simple gifts,

They make the best of trays.

Fifth Girl.

The little maids of far Japan

Use fine, high-sounding talk;
They say, "O, may we condescend

To take an august walk?"
They call their hostess "honorable'

When sweetmeats they receive,
And wrap in paper a small part

To take home in their sleeve.


Sixth Girl.

The little maids of far Japan

Have many childish joys,
And play with dolls or drums and flags —

Their land is one of toys.
Their cheeks hold rare old ivory tints,

Their teeth are orient pearls,
And yet they play in their own way

Like other happy girls.

-From "Normal Instructor and Primary Plans. " By permission ofF.A. Owen
Publishing Company.


For eight boys six to eight years of age. Each boy holds aloft a letter, the
total spells the word "Soldier. " An attractive background should be arranged
in which there is a large cross and blue flags marked with a white cross.

First Boy.

S I will state in my first line

Is but a very simple sign
That we are soldiers of the Cross,
And faithful followers fear no loss.

Second Boy,

O tells us many things to-day

The Bible says we must obey;

And when we do both good and right

We always have a winning fight.

Third Boy.

L stands for loyalty and love.

We bear unto our Lord above;
We hope to make alike the same
More children loyal to his name.


Fourth Boy.
D is for duty, daily done,

A great work that for any one;
We hope to do our very best,
Then leave to Jesus all the rest.

Fifth Boy.
I may appear a little late

In this great world called "Imitate,"

By doing this we hope to find

Our Saviour's service true and kind.

Sixth Boy.
E is no useless, childish toy;

It brings you something to enjoy;
It makes the Sabbath school a field
Where evil foemen soon will yield.

Seventh Boy.
R is for rout; we never run

Until our soldier work is done;
As conquerors we hope to stand
In peace at last in Zion's land.

Eighth Boy.
S comes once more to bid you stay,

A few words more we have to say;
Look on these soldiers here to-night
With hearts aglow and faces bright.
We are too few, and many more
Are idle all about your door;
Bring in recruits without delay;
We'll help bring in a better day.

We are brave soldiers of the Cross,
And faithful followers fear no loss.

— From "Japan Jingles and Other Poems." Courtesy of Presbyterian Church in


(To the tune of " I Want to Be an Angel. ")


We want to sing a little

Of sanitation too.
There are lots of rules that tell you

Just what you ought to do.

First you must be quite careful
To open the windows wide

And let the sunshine enter
Wherever germs may hide.


Then flies are very dangerous;

They carry germs galore.
Be sure they do not enter

At window or at door.
Mosquitoes bring malaria;

Beware of them also.
For chills are sure to follow

Where'er mosquitoes go.


Our homes should always be clean

And the streets as well, we say,
For flies like dirty places.

"Clean up, clean up," we say.
When homes and streets are clean and nice,

Disease will stay away
And every one be healthy

Forever and a day.

— Used in Virginia School, Huchow, China.



S is for Safety from germs and disease;

We all can have it if only we please.

A is for Air, which should be fresh and sweet,

In mansion or cottage or on the street.

N is for Night, the time we rest;

You must open your windows if you wish to sleep best.

I is the Inside of the house where we stay;

It should always be clean, both night and day.

T is for Table, where flies like to go;
You must drive them away, or disease they'll bestow.
A is for all. Yes, every one
Can help in this work that it may be done.
T is the task which we all love to do,
To keep things clean and sanitary too.
I is the interest which we all shall have
In spreading the knowledge which our lives may save.
O is for Oxygen, which we need every minute.
Keep your air fresh, and there'll be plenty in it.
N is for Nation, for whose sake we work.
In cleaning up China no work will we shirk
—Used in Virginia School, Huchow, China.


God wants the boys, the merry, merry boys,
The noisy boys, the funny boys,

The thoughtless boys.
God wants the boys with all their joys,
That he as gold may make them pure,
And teach them trials to endure.

His heroes brave
He'd have them be,

Fighting for truth
And purity.
God wants the boys.


God wants the happy-hearted girls,
The loving girls, the best of girls,

The worst of girls;
He wants to make the girls his pearls,
And so reflect his holy face,
And bring to mind his wondrous grace,

That beautiful

The world may be,

And filled with love
And purity.
God wants the girls.

—From ' 'Missionary Program Material. " By A nila Ferris. Copyright, by M is-
sionary Education Movement of the United Stales and Canada. Used by per-


Lift up your eyes, behold the fires

Of those who blazed the pilgrim way;

See how the Lord hath led our sires
Through all the century to our day.

Lift up your hands and grace implore,
That we, like them, may valiant be,

Preaching the word from shore to shore
Till all mankind in Christ be free.

Lift up your voice with glad acclaim,
Tell to the world Messiah's birth,

Till every land shall sing his fame,
His scepter rule o'er all the earth.

Lift up the cross, the crimson throne

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