The Hawaiian gazette., 1908-02-14
CAME BACK MANY TIMES
TO WHIP HIS TEACHER

took a VOW that he would thrash Prof
Mont Cryder. A fortnight ago he made
good.
For 81 years Warson has waited his
chance. Five times opportunity had
been given him, and the fifth time he
accomplished his purpose.
The fact that the two men fought a
desperate battle to settle an old Crude
is but an incident to the story. The
remarkable part of it is that warson,
perhaps, is the only man who ever
made good his threat to whip his
teacher.
Warson was the son of a well-to-do
farmer residing in Highland County,
Ohio. He attended school at a little
red brick ,schoolhouse which had been
derisively named Swamp College," 1t
happened that the school at that time
had hard name for it's treatment of
teachers. Two or three had been fore
ed to jump through windows, one had
been snowballed out of the district, one
ducked under the pump and one smok-
ed out when he barricaded himself in
the schoolroom against the assaults
of the bigger boys. The parents were
in despair. The boys were handed to-
gether to compel the teacher to yield.
The Trustees tried moral suasion by
sending them a girl teacher. She last
ed only few days. Half the time the
school was closed for want OF a
teacher.
Affairs reached such condition that
the trustees determined on vengeance.
They hunted up the County Examiners,
and Al Shannon, who realized what
was wanted, discovered Prof. Mont
Cryder.
Cryder was young-just out of COL
lege. He was deceiving. Slender, pale,
he gave no outward indications Of
strength. He said he was willing to
tackle the school for the spring term
to earn money to finish a law course.
He was warned that the boys were
hard to handle. Cryder merely re-
marked that he would try it.
That spring the boys came grinning
with anticipation. All the plots were
laid, but no one moved until the noon
recess was over. Then they started !
That was all they ever did. Cryder
suddenly became transformed. He call
ed out the biggest boy to whip him. |
The others rallied to his assistance. |
The next 10 mtautes were minutes Of |
action. The air was filled with bowls |
of pain, cries for mercy and flying feet.
Desks broke with a crash, the stove
overturned, boys suddenly were jerked
off their feet and cracked like whips
The girls huidled in the corner and
squealed. /.
By and by Cryder, breathing a little
heavier. stepped back, lifted switch
out of the trough by the blackboard,
raped sharply and called, "Order,
please" The bruised and battered boys
crept back to their desks.
81 forgot to say" remarked Cryder,
1ryly, that I played football at col
ege."
Then, one by one, he called out the
big boys and thrashed them soOndly,
and sent them numbering back to their
desks. That ended the trouble at
Swamp College. But it did not end
for among those whipped was
Chance" warson. Warson's father
vas against the actions of the boys.
he had told 'Chance" his views and
ordered him to treat the teacher well.
lie added a codicil to his lecture, in
which he said, eff you get licked at
chool or play any tricks on the teach
II you get licked at home"
The boy had decided in his own mind
hat it was wrong. Y hen the boys (
dotted against Cryder young warson
lad urged them to leave the teacher
lone, Drawing their charge of cow
.rdice for the sake of his principles. |
lie had taken no part in the demon
tration or the attack on the teacher. J
let he was whipped. He tried to ex- r
lafn~to his father, who admitted that
seemed unjust, but proceeded to keep t
is own word and lick "Chance" again r
18th the buggy whip in the barn. d
The injustice of it all ranked in the s
oy. He vowed that he would lick o
ryder if it took the rest of his life. d
ryder completed the spring term and Ii
eparted TO study law. He came no Il
ore. After graduating he hung out fc
IS shingle in Omaha.
Eight years later-in September, 1888 a.
Chauncey Warson, then travelling W
lesman for a Cincinnati shoe house, W
ct his old teacher on the street in in
naha. Cryder did not recognize the 81
" he had thrashed, Warson knew m
m. He advanced, introduced himself, OF
ID Cryder greeted him cordially. War 70
n was a bit i'll at ease. Finally he gr