Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1876-01-13
The Ideal Bad Boy of Sunday
school Books as Portrayed
by NJ. Quad.

The Ideal Bad Boy of Sunday.
school Books as Portrayed
by NJ. Quad.
He made his appearance at one of
the Union schools the other morning,
and arriving ahead of time, he preven-
ted any feeling of loneliness from seiz-
ing him by licking three boys and ri
ding the gate off its hinges. He went
In with the crowd when the bell rang,
and, finding no empty seat, he perched
himself on a wood-box. When the
children repeated the Lords Prayer
in concert, the new boy kept time
with his heel, and when they came to
sing he argued that variety was the
spice of song, and attempted to sing
one of his own-one about gentleman
named Daniel Tucker, who dreamed
that he was dead, etc. The teacher
warned him to keep still, and he re-
piled that he wouldn't come to that
school if his musical qualifications
were to be overlooked. When school
finally opened the teacher secured his
name and began asking him questions
in order to find out how he should be
graded.
Can you spell?' she asked.
'Whst kind of spelling?' he cautious
ly replied.
Spell house. if you please
Frame or brick house?' he asked.
ANY kind Of house,
with a mortgage on it?'
You may spell man if you will,
she said, giving him severe look.
sMan?'
Yes
Il don't care much about spelling
IMAM this morning, but / will this af-
ternoon. I've spelled il with my eyes
shut
DO you know your alphabet?' shs
asked, changing the subject.
Never had any, was the prompt re-
ply:
do you know anything about read
ing?'
Il read like lightning!' he answered.
She handed him a reader, and said:
Let me hear you read
Read right out loud?'
Yes
Pm afraid it would disturb the chill
dren,' he whispered.
Go on and let me hear you read
He looked carefully at the page,
scowled his brow and read:
If was lame boy and didn't get
any peanuts in my stocking Christmas,
dun my eyes! but I'd make things
jump around that house next morn
ing!'
He handed the book back and the
teacher asked:
Richard, how many are three and
three?'
'Three and three what?' he inquired.
Anything
It's good deal according to what
it is he replied, as he settled back. j
know that three and three cats don't
make dog!'
Did you ever study geography,
Riohard?'
'Yes, man,.
What is geography?
SITS book
SIS this world round or fiat?'
Hills and hellers,' he replied.
Richard, can you write?'
write what?'
Can you write your name?'
Il could, suppose, but Pve got my
name without writing it,
Can you write letter?'
who TOP
TO any one'
'Yes, I could, if l had money to pay
the postage
'Well. Richard, she said in despair
You'll have to go into lower room il
you want to come to school here
'I'd ruther stay here
But you can't
'Pll bet you this knife agin ten cents
/ can.'
She took him by the arm to remove
him, but he laid his hand on her shoul-
der and said, in warning voice:
Don't get me mad, now, or Pll Yet
myself loOse'
She called the Principal down, and
as he approached the boy, he demand
ed:
Boy, what are you doing here?'
sGitting eddicashunu replied Rich.
ard.
You go right down stairs, now! con.
tinued the Principal.
well, don't sass me, for never was
here beforev replied Richard, slowly
moving his legs as if he meant TO get
down.
The Principal took him by the col
lar, jerked him around, got kicked on
the shin and bitten on the wrist, and
finally landed the young student on
the walk.
NOW. yOu 20 HOtn6! ne shouted, as
he tried to recover his breath.
Am educated?' inquired Richard.
you seem to be-
Gimme diplony, then.'
'You clear out, or Til have you ar
rested.'
'Hain't scholar in this school no
more?'
NO, SIR
who owns this school-house?' de-
manded The boy.
No matter, you clear out.'
will you come out In the yard here,
where you can't hang to anything
asked The boy. M
'Betone, say
Don't draw no darringer on me- ,
warned the boy, as he backed of; nor
don't you think you can scare me with
any of your bowie-knives.'
The Principal walked in, and shut
the door, and after the boy had stood
there long enough to show that he
wasn't afraid, he turned and walked
of, etowling TO himself
'Tll get the foreman of No. to-
pound that felier afore he's a week
older