The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-09-23

There is school for the Chinese in
Philadelphia, and the Times o. that
lclty tells how John Chinaman is i'm
proving the shining hour
Mr.. So is forty years of age, and
although he has lived in America five
years he hasn't even mastered the simple
beauties of "pidgin" English. He is
the dolt of the schooi, but that fact
doesn't seem to disturb him particle,
and the look of pleased establishment his
face wore when he was told for the
twentieth time that ga" is the first let
ter OF the alphabet would have driven
any put Christian teacher to distraction.
Hen" said the teacher, as he wrote
those letters on the blackboard and re-
ceIved an approving smile from Mr.. So.
What does that spell ?" continued
the instructor.
The pupil smiled, scratched his left
side and reflected.
"That is hen-a chicken" said the
teacher.
"Me sabe hen," replied Mr.. So. as
c0olly as though the information was
not by any means new.
"Well, write ii" said the teacher,
thrusting piece of chalk into the
Mongolian's right hand. The idea of
asking him to write struck the other
seekers after knowledge as extremely
funny, and Sam Hing, King Gee, Moi
kee and Chang Lung giggled like over
grown schoolboys. The slow pupil
smiled, eyed the writing on the black
board critically, grasped his crayon
firmly and to the establishment of the
Caucasians in the room executed an al
most perfect imitation of the teachers
chlrography of the world hen.
Read it, said the teacher.
Chicken" was the nonchalant re-
spouse of the pupil, as he moved toward
his seat.
Not chicken, hen," said the instruc-
tor in correction.
"Alle same hen, ale same chicken"
replied Mr.. So, philosophically, as he
dropped into his seat and famed his
fevered brow with his primer.
A lady and gentleman were the only
teachers in this school, The lady devoted
herself to All How, while John Lung
looked on and yawned at regular intervals
as though he was dreadfully bored. All
How, however, appeared to take great
interest in his studies. The male teacher
spent the greater part of the school hour
In lnstructing Quong Wha and All Loon,
the latter being much the brighter
student. "The fox has hen, +" said the
teacher, reading from the primer. "The
fox has hen," repeated the pupils,
spelling out the words.
"This is the picture" said the tutor,
pointing to an engraving.
Me sabe fox, me sabe hen" replied
All Loon, cycling the picture.
"What fol fox got him hen?" inquired
Quong, examining the wood-cut.
"He wants to eat it, answered the
teacher.
"Belly good fox, was the sententious
criticism of Quong, as he looked gravely
at the teacher, who was evidently IN
prepared for any such philosophical ut
terance and consequently did not attempt
to reply to it.
About this time the attention of nearly
every one in the room was attracted by
the suppressed laughter of Moi Kee and
King Gee, who were enjoying the fiut-
tering of q paper butterfly, manufactured
and set afoat by Sam Hing. The arti-
fetal insect was captured and the course
of study went on. The teachers hear
the lessons of each pupil separately, and
so long as they are under the eyes of
their preceptors the pupils are as meek
and studious as any one could wish, but
their moments are not spent in study
that is, to any great extent. The
teachers, however, are loud in their
praises of the scholars aud say they
learn with remarkable rapiditY.