The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-01-09
SCHOOL IN HOT WEATHER.
A "Reminiscences of Some of Childhood
Unhappy Hours.

Unhappy Hours.
Ny friends, did you ever attend a
school in hot weather? Did you ever
sit on bench whose legs were much
longer than your own, and kick space
with your heels, and ick your upper
lip and your chin alternately while
thinking about going swimming and
pretending to studyP Did you ever
dreamily spit at a knot-hole in the
floor and sit on the useless stove be-
decked with the Ounce cap as q pen
atty?
know not how it may have been with
you, but can remember doing all those
things. Aye, have done more Ihave
borne the filings of outrageous fortune
while sitting between two grown girls,
in penance for some piece of hazy-
minded forgetfulness. The summer
time is not the most advantageous sea-
son of the year for acquiring an educa-
ton. A boy dreams too much and stud
les too little.
Why, | rsed to sit with my eyes half
shut and listen to the clatter of the
reaping machines in the adjacent fields,
and dream that it was the sound of fall
ing water, so cool and fresh it made my
back ache, and that | was taking one
of natures shower-baths, and suddenly
woke up with the top of my head right
against the masters ferrule, thinking l
had struck rock and gone down into
the flood, which seemed to be boiling
hot.
A boy has to be careful what he does
when he is in school on a hot day. His
proneness to sleep is more or less liable
to get him into trouble. / remember
one occasion when | concluded that it
was very humorous thing to do to
slide off the end of the bench, and sit
flat upon the floor while the master was
looking in the opposite direction. ]
worked the game successfully three or
four times, and was down again, when
he was so long threatening to turn to-
ward me, that | fell asleep When |
awoke he had turned around, and q
moment later he turned me around
/ also remember how | used to chase
away the flies that took great liberties
with my complexion with my tongue.
/ remember how, in a dreamy way, I
endeavored to lick the back of my
neck, being absolutely too lazy to raise
a hand in self-defense. | have not for
gotten how irksome it is to try to lick
the back of fellows own neck half a
day at time. That was what | was
instructed to do by way of punishment,
and my tongue soon lost its cunning
and clave to the roof of my mouth.
On another occasion slept while the
sunshine boiled the rosin out of the
pitch-pine Notwithstanding and when,
after long snooze, L awoke, the sky
was o'ercast and the rain-drops were
pattering on the roof. Forgetting
where was / shouted:
''Boys, it's rainingr
''We are aware of it, sir, the master
retorted, and my face redeemed and
got so hot feared the dry leaves of my
book would flash into flame, OF course
all my enthusiasm over the shower was
put out ike the flame of gas-jet, when
the last months bill has not been liqui-
dated, and the man with the wrench is
at the meter. The other BOYS gazed
languidly out on the graceful world of
thirsty vegetation drinking its fill and
the steaming earth. gulping down the
Welcome drops like an over-driven OK,
but ducked my head and abidcd nv
time IS best could. - Through Maa.