This book isn’t really any different from the other Elson Readers that I read. It’s so similar, in fact, that I’m officially done picking these up and reading them, no matter how intrigued I am by their genuine antique-ness. (This particular one was printed in 1927, and is in remarkable shape considering. There’s not a single dog-ear in the thing.)
I was pretty much enjoying this one- since it’s Book Seven it’s for seventh graders, so it’s more my intelligence level. You know, reading books meant for first and fourth graders was getting a little old. I can’t handle any of that high school stuff, but seventh grade, hey, that’s my style. Anyway, reading along… there’s not much poetry, so I’m having a good time. Then I realize just how similar all these books were. I’ve read this before. Odd. And not only is the story familiar, but the font is as well. Fabulous. Let me go and check. Yeppers… same story in the fourth grade book. Interesting. I figure it’s a mistake… until it happens again. And again.
What the heck? Do the people who collect these silly stories think that seventh graders are that stupid? Or do they think that fourth graders are that smart?
Or do they think that some strange woman in her 30s will pick up these books, read them, and then complain about them?
I’m going with they didn’t think at all… oh, well. Fun enough, anyway. I am certainly a better person for having read all about
Twice.
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