The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-12-17
WIDE AWAKE.
why Pickle Gave the German Teacher a
PrQnRna,


That was unlucky, in the first place. for
Pickles high spirits always dubbed over
before the day ended into some deed of
mischief. Then, Miss Plim had head
ache, and could not appear In the school
room. That was unlucky, too, for The
new German teacher was to arrive that
| morning, and she would not be able to
Introduce him to the girls. and enioin
upon them attention and obedience. To
be sure, Miss Meek, the assistant princi-
pal, undertook to perform all necessary
ceremonies, but then the girls never
minded Miss Meek. In the third place.
| the new teacher was queer looking.
That was the most unfortunate circum-
stance Of all, and was really to blame for
the whole affair
''What business" Pickle wrathfally
demanded Of her friend Sally, '.has a
man, even if he is German. TO come
to girls boarding school looking like a
guy?"
Sally, who was trying to DISPOSE OF
1 two thick slices of bread and butter be-
fore recitation was too much occupied
! to answer
But Pickle was not particular about
an answer, and continued nodding her
head III the direction of the hail.
Look at him out there, now. Such a
| great 5toad-shouldefed man. And then
see how he bushes And do Just look at
that long, curly hair, way down to his
shoulders. Gracious! I should think he'd
be ashamed of it.
Pickle evidently resented the teachers
fine curls, which were too long for
man, as personal insult to herself. it
! being one OF the SORROWS Of her life that
her own thick hair was kept cropped by
her mother orders.
Il know shan't like him" she added
to herself, as the unfortunate posses
sor of the obnoxioug curls entered the
room.
He was not naturally q nervous man,
he thought, but he had never taught
girls before, and he found the calm. cool
/ scrutiny to which he was being sub
| Jected by every member Of the class
something formidable. He would rather
teach fifty boys, he said to himself, than
these fifteen girls.
Pickle, from her desk, watched the
new teachers every movement. She
laughed to see him neryously twist his
feet around the leg Of the chair, while a
smile of scorn played over her lips when
he ran his fingers through his waving
locks.
| "Sal," she whispered, "ain't he too
funny for anything, though ? Lhope he
speaks English with an accent; that is,
If be ever gets the courage to speak at
all"
These disrespectful whispers, though
lnaudible to Herr Muller, were teruina-
ted by his speaking at that moment
In the very mildest possible tones he
asked:
evil some young lady haf re good
ness to acquainE me eggsactly how far re
class haf read In re book"
ooh, he's as meek as Moses. and
speaks worse than Professor Schultz used
tor was Pickles mUrmured comment
upon his speech; while Alice Smith rose
to say that the class had read as far as
the twenty fourth page, fifteenth line.
No, we haven't, either" immediately
exclaimed Pickle. Then. as Herr Muller
looked inquiringly at her, eve, only
got to the fourteenth line. I Just men
toned it, she added, as the girls tit
tered, =" because you wanted to know
eggsactly."
Herr Muller frowned, but Judged it
best to take no notice Of this speech.
merely saying to the speaker:
evil you hat re goodness to read a
leetle?"
Pickle knew he was addressing her.
but she ignored the request and gazed
blankly before her. Sally nudged her,
whispering,
Pickle. he means you"
"He must address me 10y my name,
then"
"Why, how can he, when he doesn't
know what it is?"
"That's his lookout was the reply
Herr Muller, perceiving that every one
else in the room knew whom he was adj
dressing, exclaimed, impatiently,
evil re young lady wiz re very short
hair please to read?''
Unconscious Herr Muller knew not
what mortal offense he had given, as
Pickle quickly arose, glibly read as far
as desired, and then sat down, boiling
with Indignation.
"' Very short hair r" she nurmured
to Sally. maybe it is; but it can grow,
4 guess; anyway, it's no digrace. But
as for his curls, hair like that is dis
grace to any man."
Yes, indeed" assented Sally, his
curls are only fit for girl. They'd look
nice, now, on you, Pickle"
Pickle replied to this apparently inno-
cent speech with whitening glance.
The next moment, however, her face
lighted up with an idea.
The door of the classroom opened,
and Miss Meek entered to say that some
new German books had arrived, and Il
them. No sooner had the door closed
behind the two teachers than Pickle ex-
claimed aloud
I've forgotten my translation book, )"
and also left the room.
Sally was suspicious of this errand.
Pickle often forgot her books, yet sell
dom took the trouble to go after them,
unless sent. But when she came into
the classroom again, with several others
who had also seized the opportunity of
walking out. she seemed hardly to merit
he's friends suspicious. She paused a
moment at the teachers desk, and then
took her seat.
In q few minutes Herr Muller's step
outside caused all the girls to scramble
to their seats, so that when he entered
they sat as quiet and demure as though
they had not stirred during his absence.
He took his seat, and opened his book
again at the lesson, when the girls saw
him suddenly flush up to the roots of his
hair, and run his fingers nervously
through his long eurls. He next re-
moved small package that had evidently
been lying in his book, and laid it on
the side of the desk. In so doing, some
thing fell out of the package on to the
floor, and showed itself to the wondering
girls to be hair-pin. Thereupon some |
Of the girls giggled. others smiled. and |
all involuntarily fastened their gaze on |
the teachers flowing hair.
Sally turned to Pickle.
''How could You do it?" she whispered |
to her companion. whose face. flushed |
with tie effort to restrain her mirth, was
alarminglv red.
"What do you mean?" returned Pickle. |
with an unconscious air.
The next minute Miss Meek again en-. |