Bisbee daily review., 1909-05-29

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 - way, and SO set up because Dean Bradley lets him criticise themes that he tries to make us think he's more than human"
 'In other words. he's been blind to Bert's charms" Nan murmured under her breath, and Mildred nodded know ingly.
 Why, girls, As if I'd care to charm him, With all his owlish ways, he didn't know really good theme when gave it to him."
 'Albertine" This time the rebukc came from both ends of the table at once. It is enc of the sacred tradi- tions of the Bromley household thas anything in the guise of a teacher shall be spoken of with respect. Be- sides, Albertine, the university stu dent. was setting an unseemly exam pie to her high school sisters.
 Wait till you hear the theme, dad, dy. Youll say yourself that it's good Won't he. girls9"
 T wish to hear the theme" said Bromley. severely And your mother and I will hear your teachers criti- cisms, too. It's time some one fol- lowed you up a little"
 Shall I get it now, while desserts being served?" Albertine volunteered.
 Getting her parents consent, she hastened away.
 First, she began, gleefully, when she came back, "you ought to know that this young man has persecuted the whole class from the start. He's so young that he has to act old-espe- cially with girls. He never looks at me. He'd Ike to have us think he's walking dictionary-one of these all-mind creatures that just gnaw Greek roots when they're hungry. And he never admits that anything is good, though you know I can write fairly well. when try. daddy"
 T know you can. That's the reason I've no patience with such nonsense"
 Well. I was trifie careless with this English course, just at first, but since then I've been trying. and do you suppose he takes notice? Not he' So last week I got desperate and made up my mind to give him some thing superfine and make him praise it. That's this theme"
 She tapped the long. folded sheet and smothered another laugh as her eye fell on the written criticism that covered it's back
 What has he written there?" Rrom- faV lornandaI pleased by his daughters levity.
 He says"-Albertine choked-"he says that it's limp. crude and trite: it lacks cnherence and iridescence: it's formless-0ot worthy Of a grammar school girl. must rewrite it."
 Three nal kins flew 10 three con vrlsed faces, then q shriek of laughter burst forth. while the elder Brorleys stared at urelr daughters in aston ished disapTroyal
 Children" Bromley thurdered. How do you suppose feel to have s daughter of mine get criticism like that on her work? Read the theme,-
 Albertine. her face scarlet with SUD- pressed laughter. unfoided the paper, while Mrs. Bromley shook her head grayely at her other two giggling daughters.
 T called 1t Moods" said the eldest daughter. demurely. 'T really think It's good. daddy. It begins:
 Dream delivers us to dream and there is no end to illusion. Life is a train of moods. like a string of beads, aad as we pass through them they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies on it's focus. From the mountain you"
 That's enough" Bromley inter- rupted. majestically I'm a plain man myself; I may say he don't once in a while and get called down by my educated daughters; but know enough to see the value of your in- structor's criticism on such writing as that. When think of 1t as coming from you"
 'Oh. but daddy" Wait! When I think of 1t as com Ing from you Why, child, you did infinitely better in high school, Isn't that right. mother?" Tt seems so to me-" Mrs Bromley agreed. solemnly.
 "Oh! oh! oh!" the Bromley daugh- ters screamed in hystericai unison. Don't! Don't say another word!- i!bertine pleaded. with tears rolling Into her dimples. Its out of Emer- sons essay on 'Experience,' daddy just straight Emerson,"
 "Emersont" The ove. oS tha .. ther bulged
 You plagiarized," gasped Mrs. Bromley.
 "oh, no; I'm going to tell him to- morrow"
 There was a long silence. The girls began to feel nervous. Then, with a red face. Bromley pushed back his chair.
 That teachers a chump!" be ce- ciared. savagely. Not to know Finer. son!"