The Green Forest tribune., 1909-10-29
When Class "A" Gave Thanks
Bv LUCY COPINGER
1Go,vright bv ]. B. Lippincott Col

"The gizzard," said Frederick Will liam.
 It was then that Miss Lucy gave up the fight. She was about to sink wearily into her chair and defeatedly order a writing lesson, when the, visit ing teacher, who had been vie(ing her struggles with the cold tolerance of the superior pedagogue, came for ward.
 Let me speak to the little ones," she said, condescendingly
 Miss Lucy assented, and, thus shelved, she sat down meekly at one side. As she did so she looked at the supervisor, and she was surprised to see the solemn opening and closing of one of his eyes in such manner that. if he had not been a supervisor, Miss Lucy would have said that he had winked at her.
 The visiting teacher stood up before Class A. The visiting teacher Vas the pure type of feminine pedagogue- bespectacled. scant of hair, sour-vis. aged In reproof of the frivolous fluf- l wore one of those antique creations that can only be designated as basque. dusty, black, and scant With cool turning round of the decree of l fashion that only priestess of Schol- astic Sociology would dare, this waist buttoned tightly down the front, and came down in point in the back So l f1,a off bot I wondered vaguely if this costume was the required uniform of Scholastic So- ciology Her ingenious mind had al ready hit upon a plan whereby she could conform to this regulation by putting her own waists on backward, when she became aware that the visit. ing teacher was speaking.
 If Miss Lucy's manner had been of a gentle sprightliness, the visiting teachers was openly hilarious. Lift them up," was her creed, usually ex pressed with much uplifting of arms. Carry them along with you on the ' wave of vitality. That is the spirit of ! scholastic art"
 On this occasion the spirit of sche lastic art was put forth more vigor ously than ever in final attempt to lift the dead weight of Class As 50 neglected little moral tones.
 Little boys and girls" she began, with coquettish waving of arms that Bum, who was the star tWirler of his nine, would have described as a crack motion, "open your little eyes, open your little ears, open your litt4 hearts, and listen and look just ad hard!" As she spoke, she convenient& ly illustrated her remarks upon tht nearest child, who happened to b Frederick William; and it was pain ful shock to this most dignified of Mis- Lucy's scholars to have his eyAbrowI pulled up, his ears tweaked, to gently poked in the stomach, and, as @ climax to receive rap on the heaS# at the hand of the playful visitins teacher. At this treatment his eyeS filled with tears, and he looked beg seechingly at Miss Lucy. Miss LucyS attention, however, was engaged else8s where, for from the beginning of ths visiting teachers address she haNN been aware of loudly whispered co1#. versation carried on across the aisl&N between Sophie Bauerschmidt anS3& Anna Karenina-a conversation th$f' ignoring her warning frowns, finalS eliminated in vindictive shaking @5 fists and out-sticking of tongues. U# fortunately, the visiting teach$ caught sight of Annals extendq tongue, and, Little girl, little girl she said reproachfully. "Why, litt grill" S|
 At this Sophie sniggered, but An glowered threateningly I'd ain'd my fauld,' she said ang ly 'She says him 's"-pointing cusingly at the supervisor-"her ther, and you're her mother, und ain'd. Onct seen Mig Luzy's moth| und she ain'd so old ad all" After this a blank occurred in Nj Lucys memory, and it was not m1 the middle of the writing lesson h she fully recovered. The committee three had gone.
 After school the principal came her.
 You'll have to try again." he regretfully. You didn't pass.
 made a good try, and the supervi and I would have let you in anyb1 but l don't think the-er-mater idea exactly appealed to our dis guished colleague"
 Miss Lucy had quite regained usual cherfulness, but she could resist little feminine spite s.
 "Oh, we'll" she said resignWy guess it's for the best. I never cd have dressed the part anyhow, have to pickle my face, and put clothes all on backward
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