Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1884-1886, 1886-05-19
IN THE AGO.
Picture q . Great School-Striks In Q
Pooria Academy In 1853.


Picture q . Great school-striks In .
Peoria Academy in 1858.
These strikes by the school-children
are nothing new. But they don't de-
velop and bring out and down the
strong hand of the ruling power as they
used to. Among the sunny memories
of my own school days there glows.
bright and soft As q summer sunset, the
picture Of the great strike at Humans,
in Peoria, away back in 1858. Humans
was the greatest school in the West.
The dear old man was superintendent
of public instruction, board Of educa-
ton, school trustee, county superin-
tendent principal. assistant and jani-
tor. He had pleasant smile. firm
temper, and q slate frame. He also
carried about his person a grip that
would make blacksmith's wise crawl
into the scrap heap and hide itself We
used to have general exercises Friday
afternoons, at which we were wont to
recite IN vociferous concert the multi
plication tables, the States and capt.
tails, and such thrilling rhetorical exer-
cises as ''Wll you walks or ridee" and
''They tell as to be MoDer-
ate, but they, THEY - torevelinpro
FU-sionw 1t was thrilling. But
after we had learned all these
chants ''by heart and could chant
them of with our eyes shut, ''Old Hin
man. introduced an innovation
"speakin' pieces" Upon that we
struck. We endured it three wee Ks
and then we determined to boycott the
whole business. All the boys went
into it. Bill Smith and Hub Tuttle,
Rob Gregg. Ed. EAston, Steve Bum.
Bill ROdecker, Hen Keener and all
the big boys, too. The first boy called
on to ''speak" was to announce the
strike, and as my name came pretty
well up in the alphabet, I stood good
chance Of being leader, a distinction
for which was not at all ambitious.
being of tender years and of ruddy
countenance and sensitive feelings.
But boy named Allen. who was called
ahead Of me, funked and said his piece
''Hohenlinden,' although we made
such suggestive gestures at him that he
forgot half of it and broke down and
cried. When i was called refused to
speak. Being pressed for a reason.
said, in faltering accents, that there
wasn't goin' to be no more speakin."
When the old man, with unfeigned sur
prise, asked me who said SO, Isaid "all
of US did," Then he said there would
be "a little more speakm' before the
close Of the session, and so he led me
out upon the rOstrum. Then and there.
with feelings which l now shudder to
recall. did my first song and dance
act. l had often before performed my
solitary cachuca to the lasciviOus pleas
ing of "Oh Humans" slate frame, but
never had l accompanied myself with
words. Boy like, had selected for
my piece poem expressive of those
peaceful virtues / most heartily de-
spised, so that my performance, at the
Inauguration of the strike, ran some
what like this:
o, not for mo twhack) is the rolling Cwhack,
Or the (whack, whackD trumpets wild
twhackl appeal. Boo hoo!
Or the cry BOO boob of ,whackl war when
the lwnack, foe is come.
Or the t0w) brightly twhack) flashing steel
twhack, whackj.
can not convey to the most vivid
imagination the gestures which accom-
panied the seven stanzas of this beauti-
full poem. Suffice it to say that they
kept pace with the old mans peculiar
system Of punctuation, until at last.
overcome with conflicting emotions.
went sobbing to my seat and wondered
why an inscrutable Providence had
given to the rhinoceros the hide that
the eternal fitness of things had evil
IDENTIFY prepared for the school-boy.
But l forgot my own sorrows and
dried my tears, in the enjoyment of
the play, as my compatriots developed
it. Mr.. Human, who had been I'M
usually gentle and self-restrained with |
me, lost his temper with the boy who |
followed me, and there was sound Of |
revelry for the next hour. He shook |
boys until their teeth ratified so you
hear them cry; he hit Mickey
the tough boy, one whack |
with skate-strap and Mickey ran out
and rolled in the snow to cool off; he |
hit Jake Bailey across the thighs with |
the slate frame and it hurt 80 that Jake |
howl-he just opcaed his
mouth and gasped and forgot his
own name: he pushed Bill Haskell |
into a seat and the bench broke; he |
shook Dan Stevens so that his feet |
didn't touch the floor for five minutes;
he ran across the room and reached |
out for Lem Harkins. and Lem had a
fit before the old nam touched him; he |
whipped the two Knowltons with both
hands at the same time, and the Glib
bon family, five boys and big girl, he |
hit all at once with a girls skipping |
rope and they raised such a united |
wall the clock stopped; he kept the at
of that old school room full |
Of dust and splinters and lint, weeping.
wailing and crashing Of teeth. until
his old arms ached and an hearts
wearied of the inhuman strife and |
wicked contention, and then he stood |
up before US, in sickening tangle of
strap and cane and slate frame. rattan
and skipping rope. and asked, in clear,
tones:
"WHo says there isn't going to be
any more speakin'?
And the boys of that school rose up
Is one being and shrieked, in tones of
anguish:
"NoBoDY!"
And 1, who led that strike and was
its first martyr. have been "speakin"
sver since.-Burdette, in Brooklyn
Eagle.