Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-08-30

the SCHOOL Warm FRos TDR CnY con.
nSuES HER STORY
!" Bein' Made Acquainted - A Dis.
course on John wanamaker : The
First Attempt ut Teaching.
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The congregation was dismissed with
the sdmonition that II should leone
punctual next sunday" The people began
moving about, shaking hands and 'sbiddlna
each oihsr the time Of day." as Mr.. Zeke
expressed It, | was compelled to &c
through the ordeal of "bein' made ac-
quainted y with nearly everybody In tho
church though how was ever expected
70 remember scores of names upon hearing
them put once Is a. mystery to me even
unto this day. And such names! Fon
DR. Shmi It, Din ile ,erser, Bis singer.
Haeerbush, Bauiugardner, Steinmentz,
Cchs and Heinitsh these are few speci-
men bricks, which copied long afterwards
combinations like these, also copied FROM
my. record-Hohenzollern Hogengantz,
Barbarossa Bushonger and Iscanderberg
Won Der Strauss.
Mrs Zeke performed the ceremony OF
introducing me.
At last I was introduced to nearly every
p)dy, and began to breathe more freely.
Teacher" whispered Ollie Hogengantz,
the nineteen -year-old daughter of my land
lord, 'do You see that young man over
by, the far Window And she boldly
pointed him out with her forefinger. ]
saw dashing, showily dressed youth, who,
fancied, might possibly make deep inn
preston upon the rural feminine heart
"Ain't he good lookin'9" she continued,
with admiration in her voice and eyes,
"Ain't he turrible stylish, thought No
body around these parts dresses that-a-
way, Don't he look like school teacher
But he amt. He works on the Widow
Burkholder's farm. Would you of believed
itf She's widow woman, an her man.
he's dead; an that's where he works g.
wouldn't you oftook him for a teacher"
"Do teachers look so very different from
ordinary mortals? %
"Och! yes--dont you think he look.
like oneT'' she persisted.
well, so far as mans appearance sug-
gests his occupation, l shonld think that
young MIN was either barber or waiter
In some hotel"
.''Och, now, you're maxim fun," OK
claimed Ollie, giving my hand playful
slap, but at the same time looking at me
rather doubtfully.
We remained for the Sunday school exer-
clses, which began about ten minutes after
the close of the church services. / was in.
vited into the Bible class, which was
taught by burly, round checked miller,
with smiling face and ve,y benevolent
expression. The lesson was chapter from
the Old Testament. Each pupil read
paragraph, after which the teacher, whom
soon found to be very important indi-
Vidual indeed, inquired whether any of the
pupils would volunteer to pass an opinion
'eeeieu'
And now the superintendent made his
usual closing address to the scholars. |
heard Mr. Mark Halo describe this gentle
man once, and very felcitously, as "a
young man with sandy hair, thin legs, and
no mind-the most striking feature of his
countenance being the Adams apple In his
long-craned neck, which never remained
in one spot two seconds at time, but
Jumped about from place to place in the
nIosl. surprisingly lively manner imagin-
able.r
He held up for the admiring gaze of the
little boys and girls the virtues which, he
said, had made great merchant prince of
poor, homeless boy.
Look at john Wanamaker.n he said
"look how he ris In the world, am what he
come from. \ poor boy, children, on'y a
poor boy. but a honest, an upright, an
one as never smoked, ner chewed, ner
drinked, ner gambled. What was the con-
sequence9 Why, when he was errand boy
in Browns store, at one-an'-a-quarter a
week an find hisself, Phil-del-fy mer-
chant como down to Browns in the coun-
Try, an nc says, says he, Il want boy--a
boy as don't smoke, boy as don't chew, a
boy as dent drink, n boy as don't gamble
want boy as don't addict to no bad hab-
its, an is full of faith, hopo, an charity
that's the kind of O boy want, an I'll give
him two week!' Here's your boy said
Mr. Brown. IT'S great self.sacrihco to
me to give him up, but ii amt for me to be
a-standin in his lght2 Take him. an my
blessin'' An there, children, without
hours notice, was little Johnny raised
from one-an-a-qunrtor to two week. An
now, children OF this Sunday school," said
the speaker impressively, "don't stand in
your own light-don't addict to no bad
habits"
II certainly shall not" whispered to
Ollie, "thonSb scarcely expect IN conse-
quence to have my salary increased
serenty-hve cents a week."
NO" said Ollie gravely, "taint every
ono has such luck"
subsequently learned that the superin-
tendent kept the village grocery storo-that
he didn't addict TO no bad habits" and
that he had been sold out by the sheriffthree
times in the last six years; that his name
was Martin Luther Hogengantz and that
he was the eldest son of mine hosts. | had
not seen him before, as he had been absent
upon business trip to Lancaster.
He was thoroughly satisfied in his own
mind that he had been born TO be be great
statesman. When not engrossed in sordid
commercial speeulations connected with
the trade of his grocery, he was swelling
with patriotism, lofty aspirations, and self
esteem. He delighted in boasting to me of
his many trlTlmphs at the local debating
society, and was not affected in tho least
by his mothers frequent sarcasms and
voluble denunciations.
I'm sorry they're havin' a revival at
the meetin'- house tomorrow night" said
he; a" fur tell you what, teacher, if twas
on'y perliticdt meetiD' now I'd give 'em
a speech, regular thunderer! Git me a.
talkin' perfection, If you want to hear some
oratoryl l could no more help waxin' elo-
quent on that subjecls than nothin' at all
no, not If was TO be burned at the stake
fur itp
Are your views SO terrible" " asked,
d" ~ to be liable to involve you in any such
dreadful tate2n
+" WHAT" he said, looking somewhat
: Mrs Zeke enjoyed this, though she mis-
understood the cause of her hopeful sons
momentary embarrassment. Cnfortu-
nately, nothing could ombarrass him
longer than moment
"Aha!" she exclaimed, there lots of
people as little and spare and quiet as
teacher that's too peart fur you, Martin
Luther. You can't understand her iiuo
talkin', fur all you think you know so
much"
"Teacher'll have her hands full, though"
remarked Mr.. Zeke, "when them rough
Won Der Strauss and Dinkleberger boys
comes 10 school. Why, teacher, you amt
got no sort of ideo what's before you. Last
wear, now-why them boys carried that
stroppin' big Miss Bissinger out o the
school-house set her down In the snow,
and then locked her the door Quit But
she was a spunky one, still. She just got
a big, thick stick, and waited by the door
till they came ont, an I'm swanged Of she
did not break that stick over their heads!
Yes, sr!-hit 'em so hard, she Jess natur-
ally broke that stick clean ou-ain't
mother2 Think you could do that, now?"
81 certainly should not, If could" /
replica, laughing.
"2eke Hogengantz," exclaimed Mrs. 1
Zeke angrily, you amt got any more
brains than pie-sottin' to 10 skeer the