The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1880-09-09
Our Young People
MADE UP FROM THE BEST CLIPPINGS
Getting Even with a sohool-teaoher.

The following bit OF school-boy
experience is from q humorous
publication entitled "Mike Horn,
the Independent Candidate for the
Presidency"
Mike declared that he would pay
"Old Silence" as he called the
teacher, for whipping him, and not
Jim Jones, and for several days he
was planning how he should do it,
but in vain, as it was task that re-
auired considerable skill and inge-
nuity. At last, however, the oppor-
tunity came to him unexpectedly.
He had, as usual, been doing moth
Jag. and as punishment had to
stay in school during dinner time.
1t was a severe ordeal for him.
Looking out of the window he
could see the boys playing, and
having a good time generally; he
would rather take dozen whip
pings than be deprived of his play
hour. He, however, concluded to
while away the time in drawing on
the black board, for he had consid
cradle talent in that direction. All
at once thought struck him-just
the thing for revenge .on Old
Silence. He would caricature him
and write his new name on the
drawing and leave it to be seen by
all the scholars. So he glanced
about, and seeing the place clear of
prying eyes, went TO work. "WOn't
he be mad?" chuckled Mike to him
self. That's his nose exactly"
and he stepped backward to admire
! his work. mo one will ever know
who did it," he thought as be. adj
ded the eye glasses and finished the
work, much to his satisfaction.
The scholars had not long been
assembled before the illustration
was discovered, and its resem blance !
to the teacher recognized. A gen
eral litter wentIover, the schoolroom |
and attracted the attention of the
teacher. "Silencep he exclaimed, |
looking up from his writing, at
which Biographies were in great |
demand by the school.
Simon, what amuses you?"
Simon George had left his geog-
raphy at home, so his mirth was
beyond concealment. 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
much in his life. His handker-
chief was scarcely large enough to
fill his mouth, and it 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.
He was about to vent his
wrath and commence search for
the guilty person who had thus
caricatured him, but the thought
on the spur of the moment intend
ed to pursue was not altogether a
wise one, even though it might be
the most correct. What, then, was
the aston ishment of the school to
see the stern features of the hard
hearted schoolmaster relax into
broad smile. In fact, he laughed
quite heartily, and again examined
the drawing. "Well, whoever did
that" he said, aloud, "has a superb
or talent for drawing, and will
make a great artist" He pretend
ed not to notice that it was intend
ed as a caricature of himself.
Surely that must have been done
by some grown person; no scholar
Of mine, l imagine, can draw so
well; if there is, he must receive
at once"
Mike Horn opened his eyes very
wide; he was being praised for his
work, and Old Silence did not rec
ognize it as himself. ''Well, that
is too good,' he thought.
Eyes, whoever did that" contin-
led the schoolmaster, still looking
admiringly at the blackboard, {
must take lessons in drawing and
painting. Who did it?' Putting
,he question abruptly.
Mike. suspecting no deception
IN the part of the teacher, and
thinking he had made a great hit,
which would indeed make him he
o in the eyes of the school, rose to
lis feet, and, casting once glance
If pride and grandeur over the
school said, grandly, 81 did"
Every eye was upon him in as
enlistment and admiration. All
except Silence himself-hls eye
vas upon poor Mike, but not in adj
niration-the pleasant smile had
eft his face. and in its place q
ook Of satisfaction at his own I
,reat cunning.
mike Horn" he said, ait was
-ouP'
eyes. sir"
"Well," continued Silence, "you =
certainly deserve praise for your
alent, as l said before, and should
improve it, but you did wrong in
ldiculing your superior In choos-
ng such subject for illustration,
nd for that l must punish you Sc A
erely." y
Mike was neatly trapped; he ad
1itted that afterward; at the time,
owever, he was too frightened to II
eason much about it.
The eccentric Silence Immediate T
= dragged poor Mike to the front, L
to him a sound fog
ing, and compelled him to remain E
landing on the small stool all the
fternoon; but Mike kept his vol .
ntary promlse-"He never did it n
gain" VI