The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-01-10

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OF my teacher.
"You speak perfectment You have
ze pronunciation tres bien. I give You
re second lesson for missing. l make
you one example pour ma profession.
With this he marched me to a 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. elevating him
self on his toes and coming down with
a soft thud on his heels. Il leave pour
re half hour. You, learn re lesson;I
go to re ozzer lady" And he nodded
his head towards the next room where
six monographs were placed, three on
a side. caught glimpse of two or
three bright-eyed girls, sitting motion
less with intent faces listening to tho
instruction that was evidently being
doled out to them through the long
tubes OF the monographs.
My second lesson was composed of
sentences and answers given first in
English, then in French, each one re-
peated ten times, thus furnishing the
student ample opportunity, If not too
stupid, to memorize each phrase before
the second one was heard.
''Eave-you-the-b Avez-vous
lie pain?" was the first thing that
sounded upon my ears. All, yes,
ithought, have the bread, but it is in
my poke: wrapped in a napkin. 1t 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>I grew hungry and
more hungry; my stomach was empty.
1t WAS six o'clock when Z had eaten
hasty breakfast Of coffee and rolls, and
here it was almost one and had been
on the jump six long hours.
Eyes, sir, I-have-the-bread Out,
monsieur, j'ai lie pain" This is terrible,
I thought, and l grew fainter as the
questions ran on.
Has-she-the-meat? A-t-elle la
wander"
"Merciful heavensr I moaned; sit is
q chicken sandwich in my pocket and
my mouth waters for one bite only of
the precious mOrSel.
''Yes-sir-she-has- the-meat. Out
monsieur. ellie Ia viande," replied the
photograph, only too truthfully. Ten
times it affirmed this, then with re-
newed energy hooted in my ears:
''Has-she-the-eggs? A-t-elle les
oeufs."
Eggs, toow I murmured. ''This Is
too cruel!'
"She-has-the-eggs. Ellie les
oeufs."
Observation-Disclosures? A-telle IL
vin?"
mo; the professor said nothing about
wine going with the lesson. have no
wine" But Prof. Photograph seemed
deaf and continued with his stupid
MISUNDERSTANDING. Nous avons
lie vim" 10
! ''Oh, you have, have yon?" ejacu-
lated. ''We have the wine," repeated
the photograph. with fiendish ring Of
delight not expressed in the former
sentences.
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.? Ont-ils Ia
biere?'
1 waited anxiously for a reply 70
this, for thought perhaps If they had
the beer there might be some show Of
my joining in the lunch at last. Ny
knees knocked together, my back
ached; 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. lis ont In biere ct glasses
verres."
THANK Heavenw I murmured and
sank on my knees still holding the ear
pieces. II hear! / hear" / cried i'm
patiently as the statement was re-
pested and rerepeated. II can't stand
this!' / finally exclaimed: There is
surely some way to stop the machine.
1t 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 Sc
curely in place I 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 pause. My heart stood
still. A soft purring sound was fol-
lowed by the sentence: "Have-you-
the-bread?"
Mein Colt! The instrument was go
ing to repeat the same old story from
the beginning. tried to snatch off the
head piece. but the professor had
screwed the top so could not unfasten
1t. glanced at the clock; ten minutes
yet. Yes, plenty of time TO eat my
lunch, and when the answer came:
Eyes, have the bread" I was MUNICH
ing my sandwich with fiendish delight
why should the photograph tell fbs
all the time?" questioned. The last
morsel was disappearing when the pro-
lessor hove in sight
''Ze half hour is up" he exclaimed.
then noting the remains OF my feast
he tore his hair, be danced, he circled
about, and his French. though unin-
telligible. was truly expressive.
lis is no place for re lunch! ex-
cuse you!" and with that was freed.
Those ten sentences still ring in my
ears; nothing will ever make me forget
them l thoroughly recommend the
system but suggest to aspirants to omit
this second lesson If they have had
nothing to eat since six o'clock in the
morning. KATE kESsISG roS.
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