The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-05-06

or ne would nave to yield, and when the
irons were put upon him he was as sober
as he ever was in his life. Dewey went
back to his room and finished the letter he
was writing"
A correspondent of the New York Sun
tells this Dewey story:
Early in the ffties, when Dewey was a
boy, Maj. a. X. Pangborn, now a resident
of New Jersey and for thirty years the ed
itor of the Evening Journal of Jersey City,
heing then fresh from college, undertook
the management of q district school at
Montpelier. VT. The school had been in re-
bellion for a long time, and the boy Dewey
was the leader of the anti-teacher brigade
Several previous teachers had been ire
moved one had been stood upon his head
in a snowbank, and it was generally said
at Montpelier that nobody could govern
that school fqo~ ~
When Mr.. Pangborn appeared at school
the first day of the session he noticed Dew
ey up tree throwing stones at small boys.
He told him quietly that he must stop
that. The reply was that the teacher could
go to- the place reserved for a certain
class of departed mortals, and Dewey did
not come down. School went very smoothly
that day but there were indications that
showed the teacher that trouble was com
ing. So he provided himself with nice
rawhde whip, which he tucked away over
the door, and then placed several sticks of
good hickory on the top of the pile in the
old wood box.
Next day the fun began. Another boy
who was disorderly was told 10 take his
seat He did so, and seven of the big boys
Joined him on his bench. Then Dewey step
ped up and coolly Informed the teacher
that they were going to give him the best
licking that he had ever had"
Go to your seatr' commanded the
teacher who was not so big a man" ply
sicaly as either of the two boys mention
ed
Dewey stuck out, and the next instant
the rawhide was playing cateh-and-go all
over him. The other biggest boy" entered
The fight, and was promptly laid low with
a blow from one of the hickory sticks
Dewey was, by this time, lying upon the
floor, bowling for quits" and the other
boy lay near him unconscious. The rebel
lion was over, and Mr. Pangborn had no
further trouble with that school
He took Dewey home to his father, and
reported that he had brought him his son,
somewhat the worse for wear but ready
for school work"
Thank you" replied DR.. Dewey. IT
guess George will not give you any more
trouble. He will be at school tomorrow"
Inc IaIner OF the Otner boy tried TO get
a warrant for the arrest of the schoolmas-
ter. but there was not a magistrate in the
county who would issue one. They said
that if anybody had been found who could
govern that school, he was the man for
the place.
Young Dewey remained at school He
soon became a good scholar, and under
his friends tuition, fitted for the. Anna
polls Academy. Years after these events
he was wont to visit Maj Pangborn at
his home in Boston, where the former
teacher was editor of the old Atlas and
Bee. On one of these visits he said TO
him: II shall never cease to be grateful
to you. You made man of me. But for
that thrashing you gave me / should prob
ably now be in the state prison" Dewey
was at this time a young lieutenant in
the navy and a chum of Maj. Pangborns
brother. who was also a young naval
officer. The two spent much time at Mai
Pangborn's home, and he always speaks
of Dewey as lone of his boys" and is
naturally very proud of him.
This little anecdote shows that it often
happens that the worst boy in school may
be made the best boy, and that it does
not follow because boy needs a thrash
ing that he needs more than one, provid-
ed it be well done and at the right time
1t is not on record that the Commodore
has even been beaten since, or that he
has ever been known to fight in a bad
cause.