The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1902-09-06
MISS PICKLES PUPILS !
HAVE AN OUTING !


nNE fine morning during the Iona
~ vacation Miss Pickles, teacher OF
city boys. gathered her pupils un-
der her wing and led them into the
country as far as the trolley car coulo
| convey them; then they walked. He,
object was TO give them an object les.
son on country scenes and things that
they might not be so ignorant as the
hapless common run OF city children
are of rural matters.
They nrst ascended a hillside which
was much easier for the boys to climb
than Tor their kind teacher Half way
up a goat browsed peacefully off a
bramble bush.
stop boys" said Miss Pickles pant.
ing for breath. Look at this. This is
goat"
''Bah-ah-ahl" sneered a dozen bovs
| who don't know a bilygoat
| Miss Pickles proceeded In siIence
They walked on through country lane
that was neither clean nor odorous with
the scent Of sweetbrier. II smelled. on
the contrary. strongly of malt. A
great building. many stored, was al
the end OF the lane. The sixty boys
marched on very orderly and biddably.
/ They made show that attracted at
tention all along the way. Opposite the
large building a kindly man with a
rosy German face came out to look AZ
them.
Vas list all dis?" he asked Miss Pic.
kles pleasantly.
These are my boys" answered Mis-,
! Pickles. and
Bless mine soul!" exclaimed the fooo
natured man. looking at her sharply.
| Il mean they are my schoolboys.'
hastily explained the teacher. They
are my pupils. and they have come with
me into the country to learn about
things we can't see in the city"
"Ah, dot list goot. sehr goot" an
swered the good natured man. "velI. I
can help you. You see dis big, big
house here? Dot ist mine brauerei
| Come you in NIT dem boys. und viii
show you how / makes beer. We will
go all over mine brauerei from de
vaults below ground. ware ! keeps t'ou-
sand hogsheads beer. to de top. ware
de pile OF barley is Und damn We
comes down again, und ] takes you in
mine office, und ! gives all dem boys a
nice glass beer. Pete. sixty-one beers
for de teacherin und her boys"
''HooreY! Hooray for the beer mani"
shouted the boys
"Oh, my, but this is dreadful" said
Miss Pickles to herself.
Despairing of impressing a moral les
son on the kind brewer. she thanked
him family and hurried the srchins
away from the concentrating scene.
Half a mile from the baneful building
and out of sight of II around turn In
the road, they stopped. A pleasant
shaded spot. uninclosed, invited a rest
after the agitating experience just past.
Miss Pickles sank upon the grass. her
proteges around her. But their restless
young spirits could not long be quiet
Some began throwing stones at things
others rolled upon the grass. A few oi
the quieter ones remained near Miss
Pickles; the rest were making an un-
earthly noise. Some Skinned" up q
tree directly over Miss Pickles head
She smiled benignantly on them. Were
not the poor things exploring an un-
known realm, the beautiful country?
| Boys" she said. do you xir,w what
kind of a tree this Is? 1t is an o. X.
very valuable for its wood. It's botan-
ical name is Quercus alba. Can you re-
member that? Querc"-
| What are all these young ones doing
here? Is this gypsy camp?" roared a
hoarse voice. 1t proceeded from a bad.
| cross man.
They are my pupils. and have
brought them to the country to learn
about things they cannot see in the
city" replied Miss Pickles timidly. Her
heart beat quickly, for the bad. cross
man looked fearsome, as though he
would rather enjoy eating the youngest
and tenderest of her boys. The bad.
cross man was angrier than ever when
she told him they were city schoolboys.
He said:
We'll, you just get of my property.
the lot of you. I don't care who you
are. / won't have you trespassing on
my ground. amt keeping an orphan
asylum or charity horsepital for town
trash's children. Get right out or I'll
set the dog on you!"
The wicked looking bull terrier that
skulked at his heels yawned and licked
it's jaws.
Come, boys. quick!" called Miss
| Pickles.
All ran like a flock of sheep down the
road, Miss Pickles bringing up the rear.
putting and painting. nor paused till
they were safe in the friendly trolley
car. After Miss Pickles counted noses
to see IL any had got away the car took
them back to the city.
JOSEPHINE HUNTER