Understanding Imaginative Language: Theme 1 of the National Assessment of LiteratureNational Assessment of Educational Progress, 1973 - 197 pages |
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00 No Response 09 RESPONSE 13 EFFECT S.E. 17 EPPECT 17 RESPONSE 9-year-olds Ad EFFECT S.E. age 9 BIG CITY CITY chose CITY CITY CITY CITY CITY FRINGE COMMUNITY Extreme Inner COMMUNITY INNER EXTREME CORRECT NATION RESPONSE Correct Response EFFECT correctly EDUCATION No High Exhibit Extreme Aff Suburb Extreme Inner City Extreme Rural Graduated High Sch GROUP PERCENT CORRECT high school group high school parental hunters INNER EXTREME REST median difference Medium City MEDIUM SMALL SUBURBAN NATION RESPONSE VARIABLE national figure national percentage NATIONAL REGION Northeast PARENT'S HIGH SCHOOL parental education category parental education group Pemale PERCENT CORRECT RESPONSE PERCENT PROM CORRECT percentage of success post high school PROM CORRECT NATION RACE PARENT'S HIGH Rest Of Big REST OF MEDIUM Results for 13-Year-Olds Results for 17-Year-Olds RURAL BIG CITY S.E. EFFECT S.EAST WEST CENTRAL school parental education Score selected SMALL SUBURBAN EXTREME Southeast TYPE OF COMMUNITY VARIABLE GROUP PERCENT
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Page 89 - WHAT are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-onParade. " To turn you out, to turn you out," the ColourSergeant said. " What makes you look so white, so white ? " said Files-on-Parade. " I'm dreadin' what I've got to watch,
Page 85 - I lay, could see nothing except the sky. In a little time I felt something alive moving on my left leg, which advancing gently forward over my breast came almost up to my chin; when bending my eyes downward as much as I could, I perceived it to be a human creature not six inches high, with a bow and arrow in his hands, and a quiver at his back.
Page 26 - There was an Old Man with a beard, Who said, " It is just as I feared! — Two Owls and a Hen, Four Larks and a Wren, Have all built their nests in my beard!
Page 72 - ... native to my blood — Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time. The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills. There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir; We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
Page 57 - Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
Page 62 - FOG The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
Page 85 - THE week after was one of the busiest weeks of their lives. Even when they went to bed it was only their bodies that lay down and rested; their minds went on, thinking things out, talking things over, wondering, deciding, trying to remember where . . . Constantia lay like a statue, her hands by her sides, her feet just overlapping each other, the sheet up to her chin. She stared at the ceiling. 'Do you think father would mind If we gave his tophat to the porter?
Page 89 - To turn you out, to turn you out,' the ColourSergeant said. 'What makes you look so white, so white?' said Fileson-Parade. 'I'm dreadin' what I've got to watch,' the ColourSergeant said. For they're hangin' Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play, The regiment's in 'ollow square — they're hangin' him to-day; They've taken of his buttons off an' cut his stripes away, An' they're hangin
Page iii - is statistics more wonderful than any poem. The rings show it was sixty years old. At the depth of two thousand feet it would become coal in three thousand years. The deepest coal mine in the world is at Killingworth, near Newcastle. A box four feet long, three feet wide, and two feet eight inches deep will hold one ton of coal. If an artery is cut, compress it above the wound. A man's leg contains thirty bones. The Tower of London was burned in 1841." "Go on, Mr. Pratt,
Page 105 - POEM As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right forefoot carefully then the hind stepped down into the pit of the empty flowerpot.