The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1888-02-09

Jim in the same way be caught me, and
seizing long, keen, supple hickory said {:
"Come up here, sir. You villainous
scamp. I'll show you-come along, sir"
Jim approached trembling and slow.
"Come along, I tell you, sir" Jim
stopped and suffered with pitiful ac.
cents: "Ger ger ger.gwine to wh-wh-
whip me-" "Come along, I tell you, or
I'll"
"Ger ger.gwine to wh-wh- whip me
hard" Old Greer started towards him,
but Jim had lost confidence, and wheel.
ing suddenly made tracks for the door
with old Greer after him. Jim bounced
over two benches to get there first, but
Greer had to turn a corner around the
benches, and in doing so tripped and fell
broadcast and rolled over besides, and We
boys just cackled. He bounced up as
mad as Julius Caesar and said iu tower
ing passion: "I'll whip every boy that
laughs. Now laugh again, if you dare"
And we dident dare.
Well it is curious that most every
devilish boy in every school is named Jim.
The very name seems to make a boy
devilish. They generally make notable
men, and some of them climb very high.
There is James Madison and James
Monroe and Pold and Buchanan and
Garfield. And Jimmy Blaine is cavort.
ing around and thinks he ought to be
president just because his name is Jim.
If there is any other good reason don't
know it. And I went to school with
Jim Wilson and Jim Alexander and Jim
Wardlaw and Jim Linton and Jim
Walker and they were sight. There is
another thing to be noted about school
boys. They always call their teachers
cold" They called DR.. Patterson "old
Pat" and Professor Mccoy "old Mack" :"
and Professor Waddell cold Pewt," and
there was old Nahum and old Beeman,
and old Fouch and old Isham.
We were talking about old Isham, and
one of our party said: II went to school
to him, and sometimes he would slip up
on boy as slyly as cat upon rat, and
catch him making pictures on his slate.
He would hover over him moment, and
then pouuce down upon him like hawk
upon chicken, and catch him by the
ears and shove his face dow on the slate
and wipe out the pictures with bis nose.
One day Jim Harris was up at the black.
board blundering along and making all
sorts of mistakes, aud old Isham got
mad aud, seizing him under. the arms,
lifted him up bodily and mopped the
blackboard with him and rubbed out all
his figures, and set him down again and
sent him to his seat.
went to school to old George, said
another, and there was fire place at one
end of the long room, and when it was
cold weather the small fry were allowed
to sit up near the fire and the big boys
had to do the best they could at the other
end. Tom Jackson was a big, strappiug,
freckle-faced boy, who was everlastingly
hungry. One morning be brought a big,
long, sweet potato to school and so he
pretended to be very cold and said, "Mr.
George, mayn't I go up to the fire to
warm" $50 along sir" said George.
Tom took the shovel and pretended to be
punching the fire, but he was slyly open.
ing hole in the ashes and suddenly
dropped the potato in and covered it up.
Some of the little boys saw him and
whispered: "Gimme some, Tom; when
its done gimme some." "Hush," said
Tom, "and I will" In about half an
hour Tom got very cold again and asked
to go up and warm. "Go along, sir"
said George. "You must be very cold
this morning." Tom warmed awhile
and took the shovel and pulled out the
potato and put it in his pocket. "Gim.
me some, Tom; Gimme some" WAS whis.
pered all aronnd as he marched back to
his seat. "Gimme some, or I'll tell"
The little boys began to snicker ard
point at Tom as be was peeling and
blowing on his 'tater' behind his desk.
"What are you boys making all that
racket about?" said Old George, as he
approached them with his hickory. eve
was laughing at Tom jackson over yon.
der eatin' his 'tater.' He roasted it here
in the fire and promised to give US some
if we wouldn't tell, but he didn't"
"Aha," said Old George, "come up here,
Tom Jackson, you sly, deceitful rascal.
That is what you were so cold about.
what is that sticking out of your pock'
et?' "a tater, sir" "Give it here, sir.
III have you to know this schoolhouse is
no cook kitchen. You are 60 cold 1
think little warming up will do you
good, sir" And he gave him about q
dozen over his shoulders and lower down,
| and then divided the tater among the
little boys.
These school boy tales would fll a
book, and wish that philemon Perch"
would write another. BILL ARP.
lie Rode Free.