The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-09-05

The boy sitting in line in the next or desks
II making signs to her.
little boy before He
AA@ square boy with a sprinSling Of
freckes the bridge of the and cheer
full breadth of nosr His teeth wide apart and his
smile was broad and constant Not that Emmy Lou could
have told all this She that to her the knowl
boy concerning things peculiar to
the primer world seemed imtless.
little boy reckoning to Emmy Lou.
know him, neither did any of
the other little boys and girls making the
class. .--. .t..,.--
popular prejudice against whoopng
Emmy Lou had not entered the primer class until
When she arrived the seventy little boys and girls
well along in alphabetical lore having long since
passed the b. of initiation and become glibly eo-
auent point where the m, slipped off their
tongues with the liquid of repetition and familiarity
But Emmy Lou catch up said Emmy Louis Aunt
plump CHEEKY beaming with optimistic
pacidty populace in parallel
desks before her.
Miss Clara the teacher lacked Aunt opti-
nsm, also her pumpness mo doubt she can, agreed
Miss Clara politely but without enthusiasm Miss Clara
had stepped from the graduating rostrum to the school
platform, and she had been there And
has been there and is already bat
Ting with seventy little boys and girls, cannot greet
the advent seventy first with acclaim Even the fact
red is always indication that
ones temperament is sangune also. .'...- 49,.
Aunt Cordea Miss Clara replied po-
litely but without enthusiasm, mo
Then Aunt Cordeia went, and Miss Clara Emmy
Lou desk And Miss Clara then rappng sharply, and
calling delinquent to order, Emma LOUIS heart
within her
Now tart because did
know do with this late In class of
backward Inc way OF the primer teacher was not MADE
easy a public school of twenty-five years
So Miss Clara told the pupil to digits. "
dgits Emmy Lou had idea but being
blackboard, she copied them diligently
And the time Emmy Lou went copying
digts endeavor being to avoid the notice
of Miss Clara, happened the needs of Emmy Lou were
frequently lost sight Of in the assertive claims Of
the seventy.
Emmy catching and it January.
to-day different. The little boy
noddng and reckoning So far the seventy Emmy
Lou q
the leaders, the laggard brings the alone.
But to-day the little bow was beckonng Emmy Lou
Emmy Lou pink-cheeked and chubby and
in her heart there guile There and
about the little boy And he always knew when
and Miss Clara's reminder had been
sharp 1t when a bell must stand But
Emmy Lou never knew until after the others
began do it.
But the little boy always Emmy
him. too glibly tell Miss Clara
mat and a bat and a black rat To-day he stood forth
confidence told about fat hen Emmy
glad to little boy beckon her. r.. s..
And in her heart there guile. That the little
boy should be holding out end of severed india
rubber band and inviting her to take it stranger
than other things happening in the primer world day.
The of the infant classification breathed
the sheep from the goats to speak the little
girls side the central aisle, the little boys all the
overstep the line demarcation thing
dreadful to contemplate.
Many things strange. That one must get up sud-
denly when a bell strange
digits until ones chubby fingers, tightly
gripping the pencil ached and then to be expected to
take sponge wash those dgits off strange.
And to be told GROSSLY to sit down was bewildering,
when in too, t, said Pussy And yet
washing her face the chart and Miss
pointer pointing to her.
the little boy held out the rubber band
s aisle, Emmy Lou took the proffered end.
this the little boy slid back into his desk holding
At the critical moment of eongation the little
And the property of elasticity is to rebound
Emmy Louis heart stood STILL Then it sweled But in
her filling there suspicion only hurt And
while tear splashed down. and falling the
aboousy copied dgs wrought havoc she smiled bravely
at the little boy 1t would have made the little
boy bad to know how it hurt So Emmy Lou winked
bravely and smiled.
Whereupon the little boy wheeled about suddenly and
copying digts uriously. Nor did he look Emmy
way his pencil into his with
that Miss Clara sharply on her desk.
Emmy wondered if the little boy mad. One
would stung the little boy and not
looking she felt free to let her little fist
seek her mouth for comfort
Nor did Lou that across the aisle.