The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1902-09-14
MISS PICKLES PUPILS |
HAVE AN OUTING !

nNE fine morning during the Ions
~ vacation Miss Pickles. teacher OF
city boys. gathered her pupils m
der her wing and led them into the
country as far as the trolley car could
convey them. then they walked. Hei
object was TO give them an object les
son Oh country scenes and things that
they might not b. so ignorant as the
hapiess common run OF city children
are OF rural matters
They FIRST assembled a hillside which
was much easier FOR the boys to climb
than Tor their kind teacher. Half way
up goat browsed peacefully or a
bramble bush
stop. boys" said Miss Pickles. pant
ing for breath. Look az this. This Is
a goat"
~Bah-ah-ahi" sneered a dozen boys
Who don't know biilygoate''
Miss Pickles proceeded in silence.
They walked on through a country lane
thar was neither clean nor odorouS with
the scent OF swesthrier. Il smeIled. on
the contrary. strongly OF malt. A
great building. many stored. was AZ
the end OF the lane. The sixty BOYS
marched on very orderly and bfddsbi,..
They made a show that attracted at
teRtion sll along the way. Opposite tbs
large building a kindly man urith a
rosy. German face came our 20 look AZ
them.
Vas ist ali dis % he asked Mss Pic
kles pleasantly.
These are my boys. answered Mss
Pickles. and
Bless mine soul," exclaimed the. rnot
natured man, looking at her sharply.
mean they are my schooiboys
hastily explained the teacher. They
are my pupils. and they have come with
me into the country 20 learn about
things We can't see in the city
Al dot isl goot. sehr goot." an
swered the good natured man Ven. 7
can help you. You see dis big. big
house here? Dot list mine brauerei
Come you in NIT dem boys. und viii
show YOU how l makes beer. We VIII
go all over mine brauerei from de
vaults below ground. ware ] keeps t'ou-
sand hogsheads beer. 70 de top. ware
de pile OF barley is. Und damn ve
comes down again. ind I takes you IN
mine Office. ind l gives ell dem boys
nice glass beer. Pete sixty-one beers
for de teacherin ind her boys"
"Hooray Hooray for the beer mani"
shouted the boys.
"Oh. my. but this Is dreadfull" said
Miss Pickles 10 herself.
Despairing Of impressing a moral les
son on the kind brewer. she thanked
him family and hurried the urchins
away from the COMMUNICATING scene.
Half a mile from the baneful building
and out OF sight OF IL around turn in
the road. they stopped. A pleasant
shaded spot. uninclosed. invited q rest
after the agitating experience just past
Miss Pickles sank upon the grass. her
protsges around her. But their restless
young spirits could not long b. quiet.
Some began throwing stones az things.
others rolled upon the grass. A few Of
the quieter ones remainea near Miss
Pickles. the rest were making an IN
earthly noise Some Skinned" up
tree directly over Miss Pickles head.
She smiled beniguantly on them. Were
not the poor things exploring an un-
known realm. the beautiful country
Boys" she said do you know what
kind OF a tree this is 10 r. an oak.
very valuable for its wood. It's botsR-
ical name is QuerCus alba Can you re-
mem Der that2 Querc'-
What are all these young ones doing
here7 Il this a gypsy camp roared =
hoarse voice. II proceeded from bad.
cross man.
They are my pupils and havs
brought them 20 the country 70 learn
about things they cannot see in the
city" replied Miss Pickles timidly Her
heart beat quickly. for the bad. croas
man looked fcarsOme as though re
would rather enjoy eating the youngest
and tenderest Of her boys The bsd.
cross man was augrier than ever when
she told hin they were city schoolboys.
he said:
We'll. you just get or my property.
the lot Of you. I don't care who you
are. won't have you trespaHsinz On
my ground I amt keeping an orphan
asylum or q charity horsepitai for town
trash's children. Get right out o. ia
set the dog on you
The wicked looking bail terrier that
skuiked at hts heels yawned and licked
its Jaws.
come. boys. quick" called Miss
Pickles
All ran like flock Of sheep down the
road. Miss Pickles bringing ny the Fear,
putting and painting nor paused tiH
they were safe Ia the friendly trolley
car. after Miss Pickles counted noses
10 sec u any had got away the car took
them back 90 the city
JOSEPHINE HUNTER