Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1895-01-19

'h" AO4. IHOHOBrdpn ad- dressed me second time. The expla- nations were all in English, but with a French accent, as if a Frenchman had talked into the concern. This first les son embraced the important rules for pronunciation, which after hearing glibly repeated to the listening profes- sor, for have smattering of French, which fact I kept secret, for natural ly wished to appear we'll in the eyes of my teacher.
 You speak perfectment. You have ze pronunciation tres bien. I give you ze second lesson for nussing. I make you one example pour ma profession. ]" With this he marched me to second photograph on the opposite side of the room, where the same performances with ear pieces and head gear were gone through with.
 Now" he exclaimed, e1evating him. self on his toes and coming down with soft thud on his heels, s.I leave pour ze half hour. You learn ze lesson; I go to ze ozzer lady" And he nodded his head towards the next room where six photographs were placed, three on a side. l caught a glimpse of two or three bright-eyed girls, sitting motion less with intent faces listening to the instruction that was evidently being doled out to them through the long tubes of the photographs
 My second lesson was composed of sentences and answers given first in English, then in French, each one re- fn6 fa, rl, 4 student ample opportunity, if not too stupid, to memorize each phrase before the second one was heard.
 "Have-you-the-bread? Ayez-vous le pain?' was the first thing that sounded upon my ears. An, yes, thought, have the bread, but it is in my pocket wrapped in napkin. It is my lunch, which had forgotten in my interest over the lesson. As the phrase was repeated over and over, slowly, very slowly, that the student might imbibe the meaning, grew hungry and more hungry; my stomach was empty. It was six o'clock when had eaten a hasty breakfast of coffee and rolls, and here it was almost one and had been on the jump six long hours.
 "Yes, sir, I-have-the-brea Oui, monsieur, jai 1e pain" This is terrible, I thought, and I grew fainter as the questions ran on.
 Has-she-the-meat A-t-elle Ia viande?"
 sMerciful heavens!, moaned; s'it is achicken sandwich in my pocket and my mouth waters for one bite only of the precious morsel.'
 ssYes-sir-she-ha has-the-meat. Oui monsieur, ellie & la viande," replied the photograph, only too truthfully. Ten times it affirmed this, then with re- newed energy booted in my ears:
 "Has-she-the--eggs? A-t-elle> les oeufs"
 Eggs, tool" murmured. 'sThis is too crue1!"
 t"She-has-the-eggs. File les ioeufs."
 Has-she-the-wine? A-t-ellee le vin?" ..No; the professor said nothing about wine going with the lesson. I have no wine" But Prof. Phonograph seemed deaf and continued with his stupid questions
 f"We-have-the-wine. Nous avons lc vim"
 'sOh, you have, have yon?" ejacu- lated. We have the wine," repeated the phonograph. with tiendish ring of delight not expressed in the former sentences.
 ''Have-they-the-beer9= Ont-ils la biere?"
 I waited anxiously for reply to this, for I thought perh. cps if they had the beer there might be some show of my joining in the lunch at last My knees knocked together, my back aahed; surely the half hour was up. But no, the old clock that licked so slowly on the wall opposite gave me yet fifteen minutes of time.
 They = have the = beer - and = glasses. Ills ont la biere ct glasses verres."
 Thank Heavenw I murmured and sank on my knees still holding the ear pieces. II hear! I hear" I cried im- patiently as the statement was re- peated and rerepeated. Il can't stand this." I finally exclaimed: There is surely some way to stop the machine. It must change the subject or I shall scream" l rose to my feet not daring to try to take the ear pieces from their places for fear that the professor might return. Seeing that the head arrangement held the apparatus se- curely in place l reached over in search of the button that would start me on some new subject that would take me away from the thought of food.
 There was a pause. My heart stood still \ soft purring sound was fol- lowed by the sentence: "Have-you- the-bread?"
 Mein Gott! The instrument was go- ing to repeat tho same old story from the beginning. l tried to snatch off the head piece, but the professor had screwed the top so l could notunfasten it. glanced at the clock: ten minutes yet. Yes. plenty of time to eat my lunch and when the answer came: Yes. have the bread. =. I was raunch- ing my sandwich with flcndish delight. Why should the photograph tell fbs all the time?' questioned. The last morsel was disappearing when the pro- lesser hove in sight. Ts
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