The Red Cloud chief., 1880-09-16

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The following biz Of school-ecy az
pe-iencc IL from . humoro1s pupnes.soa
entitled Mike Horn. the indsPendsns
Candidate for the Presidency" BY joe
Kerr, published by r. 5. Drown q Co.
50. Louis: 49,.
Nike declared thu, he ~cald pay ''Oaa
Silence 8 he called the isseser, Tor
whipping him. and pos Jim Jones. and
for several days be VA planning bow
he should do Il, bu, in vain, ~ u was
task ,ha, required considerable skiA aad
ingenuity. Al last, however. The oPp-os-
tuni,y came ;o him unexpectedly. lie
had, IS usual, been "doing nothing.
and rs . punishment bad to stay N
school during dinner time IL Was .
severe ordeal for him. Looking out Of
the window be could sec the boys play
ing. and having = good time gensraby'
he would rather take . dozen ~hiPPings
than be deprived II his play hour. lie,
however. concluded "a while away b
tine in drawing on the blackboard, foF
he had considerable taleni IN that d.
rcc,ion. AL st once . ;hoagh; struck
him-jus; the thing for revenge on 'oad
Silence" He would ~caricature him and
write his new am on the drawing aud
leave i, 10 be seen By AL the scholars.
So he glanced about, and seeing the
plAce clear Of prying eyes, went TO woTk-
..won', be be mAdl" chuckied Mike 10
himself. "That's his moss exactly,
and he stepped backward TO admire his
work. mo one viii ever know who
did it, be though, as he added the eye
glasses and finished the work, much -
his satisfaction.
The scholars had not long been assem-
bled before the illustration was discov-
cred, and its resemblance To the teacher
recognized. A general litter went over
the schooi-room and attracted the at,en-
hon II the teacher. "SIlence!" he ex-
claimed, looking up from his writing. Al
which biographies were in great demahd
by the school.
"Simon, what amrses your"
Simon George had left his geography
at home, so his mirtn vas beyond con-
cealment. He did not dare TO speak
lest he should burst out laughing. so he
simply pointed TO the blackboard TO
which the teacher had his back turned.
Mike Horn had his revenge; in fact
he never enjoyed any thing SO mnch in
his life. His handkerchief was scarcely
large enough To ill his mouth, and IL
was with great difficulty that he kept
from laughing aloud. The teacher gave
one look at the blackboard and then at
the school. There was no merriment
now. . .
"Silence" wa about to vent his
wrath and commence a search for the
guilty person who had thus csricatured
him, but the thought struck him that
the course he had on the spur OF the
moment intended to pursue was not al
together q wise one, even though II
might be the most correct. What, then,
was the astonishment of the school 10
see the stern features OF the hard-heart-
ed school-master relax into a broad
smile. In fact, he laughed quite heat =
Is, and again examined the drawing.
swell, whoever did that" he said,
aloud, "has a superior talent for draw
ing, and will make a great artist" lie
pretended not to notice that II was IN
tended as a caricature of himself.
"Surely that must have been done by
some grown person; no scholar Of mine,
| imagine, can draw so well; if there Is,
he must receive instruction ut once"
Mike Horn opened his eyes very wide
he was being praised for his work, and
"Old Silence" did not recognize II a
himself. "Well that is too good" he
thought.
"Yes, whoever did that" continued
the school-master, still looking admir-
inpiy at the blackboard, "must take
lessons in drawing and painting. VIII
did itP" Putting the question abruptly,
Mike, suspecting nc deception on the
part of the teacher, and thinking he hac
made a great hit, which would indeed
make him q hero in the eyes OF the
school, rose to his feet, and, casting one
glance of pride and grandeur over thu
school-room, said, gran6ly, al did
Every eye was upon him in astonish
ment and admiration. All except "Si
lence e" himself-his eye was upon poo
Mike. but not in admiration-the pleas
ant smile had left his face, and IN it
place a look of satisfaction at his owl
great cunning.
"Mike Horn" he said, ait wa
your"
"Yes, sir"
"Weil," continued "Silence," yol
certainly deserve praise for your talent
as | said before, aud should improve il
but you did wrong in ridiculing you
superior in choosing such a subject 70
illustration, and for that l must punisI
you severely"
Mike was neatly trapped; he admitte'
that afterward: at the time, however
he was toe frightened to reason niue
about it. D..
/, The eccentric Silence" immediatel
| dragged poor Mike TO the front, admin
, istercd to him q sound flogging, an
| compelled him to remain standing o
, the small stool all the afternoon bu
; Mike kept his voluntary promise-"H
never did it again"
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