Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1909-05-13


I'm 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 a really good theme when
! gave it to him.
"Albertine!" This time the rebull,
came from both ends of the table a
once. 1t is one of the sacred tradi
tions of the Bromley household tina,
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. You'll say yourself that it's good
Won't he, girls?"
Il wish to hear the theme" sale
Bromley, severely "And your mother
and | will hear your teachers criti
cisms, too. It's time some one fol
lowed you up a little.'
Shall l get it now, while desserts
being served?" Albertine volunteered
Getting her parents consent, she
fastened away.
First she began, gleefully, when
she came back, you ought to know
that this young man has prosecuted
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 like to have us think he's
a walking dictionary-one of these
all-mind creatures that just gnaw
Greek roots when they're hungry. And
ne never admits that anything is good.
though you know l can write fairly
well, when l try, daddy"
Il know you can. That's the reason
I've no patience with such nonsense"
Well, l was trifle careless with
this English course, just at first. but
since then I've been trying, and do
you suppose he takes notice? Not
ne! So last week 1 got desperate and
made up my mind to give him some
thing supertine 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?" Brom.
ley demanded more and more dis.
pleased by his daughters levity.
He says"-Albertine choked-"be
says that it's limp, crude and trite: it
lacks conference and iridescence: it's
iormless-not worthy of a grammar
school girl. | must rewrite it,"
Three napkins few to three con
vulsed faces, then Shrek of laughter
burst forth, while the elder Bromleys
stared at their daughters in aston.
1shed disapproyal
"Children!" Bromley Numbered
How do you suppose l feel to have a
daughter of mine get criticism like
mat on her work? Read the theme,"
Albertine, her face scarlet with sup
pressed laughter, unfolded the paper
While Mrs. Bromley shook her head
graVely at her other two giggling
| daughters.
! called 1t Moods" said the eldest
daughter, demurely 81 really think
| 49, eoood, dtiaQy. IL DCSlDS:
Dream delivers us to dream and
there is no end to Illusion Life is a
tram OF moods, like a string of beads.
ana as we pass through them thew
prove to be many-colored lenses
| winch paint the world their own hue
ana each shows only what lies on it's
focus. From the mountain YOU"
| oh
fupted majestically I'm a plain man
myself; | may say he don't once in
while and get called down by my
educated daughters; but I know
enough to see the value of vour in.
structor's criticism on such writing
as that. When | think of 1t as coming
| from you"
oh, but daddy"
Wait! When think of 1t as com
ing from you Why, child you did
infinitely better In high school. Isn't
that right, mother?"
ut seems SO to me-" Mrs. Bromley
agleed, solemnly.
'oh. OH OH" the Bromley daugb.
tiers screamed in hysterical unison
Don't! Don't say another word,"
A'bertne pleaded, with tears rolling
into her dimples. Its out of Elmer.
sens essay on Experience daddy
just straight Emerson!"
Emerson" The eyes of the ia
| Their bulged.
You plagiarized!" gasped Mrs
Bromley.
"oh, no; I'm going to tell him to.
morrown
There was a long silence. The girls
began to feel nervous. Then, with a
red face, Bromley pushed back his
chair.
THAT teachers chump!" he de-
c!ared, saVagely Not to know Emer-
SOM"