Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1909-12-02


tie less painful
Yes. we give thanks" she said
Now. who can tell why we give
thanks? Who can think of something
nice that he is thankful for2"
At these pleasant words Of some
thing nice Frederick Williams face
frightened.
well. Frederick" smiled Miss Lucy
hopefully. what are you thankful
for?"
The gizzard." said Frederick WIZ
liam.
It was then that Miss Lucy gave up
the fight. She was about to sink
YEARLY into her chair and defeatedly
order a writing lesson, when the visit
ing teacher, who had been viewing
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
shelyed, 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 a 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 was
the pure type Of feminine pedagogue-
bespectacled, scant Of hair, sour-vis-
aged. In reproof of the frivolous fluff
fness OF Miss Lucy's lingeries, she
wore one Of those antique creations
that can only be designated as a
basque, dusty, black. and scant. with
a cool turning round OF the decree OF
fashion that only priestess OF 6chol-
astic Sociology would dare, this waist
buttoned tightly down the front, and
came down in point in the back. So
unique was the effect that Mas Lucy
wondered vaguely II this costume was
the required uniform Of Scholastic So
GEOLOGY. Her ingenious mind had al
ready hit upon a plan whereby abe
could conform to this regulation by
putting her own waists on backward,
when she became aware that the Walt
ipg teacher was speaking.
II Miss Luoy's manner had been Of
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 scho-
lastic art was put forth more vigor-
ously than ever in a final attempt to
lift the dead weight of Class AS so
neglected little moral tones.
Little boys and girls" she began,
with coquettish waving OF arms that
Bum, who was the star twirIer OF his
nine, would have described as a crack
motion, open your little eyes, open
your little ears, open your little
hearts, and listen and look just az
hard!" As she spoke, she convenient |
ly illustrated her remarks upon the
nearest child. who happened to be
Frederick William; and II was q pain |
full shock to this most dignified Of Miss
Lucy's scholars to have his eyebrows |
pulled up. his ears tweaked, to be
gently poked in the stomach. and, as a
climax, to receive a rap on the head |
at the hand Of the playful visiting /
teacher. At this treatment his eyes
filled with tears, and he looked be- |
seemingly at Miss Lucy Miss Lucy's I
attention, however, was engaged else
where, for from the beginning Of the
visiting teachers address she had |
been aware Of a loudly whispered con-
carried on across the aisle
Sophie Bauerschmidt and
Anna Karenina-a conversation that
Ignoring her warning frowns, finally
in a vindictive shaking OF
lists and out-sticking of tongues. I'M
the visiting teacher
caught sight Of Annals extended
tongue, and. Little girl, little grill"
she said reproachfully. why, little
grill"
AT this Sophie staggered, but Anna
covered threateningly.
I'D ain'd my fauld." she said angri-
y. she says him's"-pointing &C
at the supervisor-'her IA
her, and you're her mother. und you
ain'd. Onct seen Miz LuEy's mother.
md she ain'd SO old ad ALL"
After this blank occurred In Miss
Lucy's memory. and IL was not until
he middle of the writing lesson that
she fully recovered. The committee of
.hree had gone.
After school the principal came to
her
You'll have to try again." he said
You didn't pass You
made a good try, and the supervisor
and would have let you In anyhow,
put / don't think the-er-maternal
dea exactly appealed to our distin-
yuished colleague"
Miss Lucy had quite regained her
usual cherfulness, but she could not
resist a little feminine spite.
"Oh, WELL" she said resignedly, Il
guess it's for the best. | never could.
haze draaead the mart anvhovu ia