The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1910-02-11


Farmers getting ratified" whis-
pered the boy on the back seat
Richard made another mental note
and plunged on.
Time" 1t was the voice of the as
sistant
Richard dropped his pen and gath
cred I'D his scattered notes. running
his eyes hastily over them. They
were enough to funk him. He could
see that at a glance. He handed them
in with sullen face.
'In half an hour the oral examina-
ton will be held in this room," an
nounced the assistant in a stereotyped
voice.
The boys plunged into the open.
Richard sought out the boy of the
back seat and salyed his wounded
| feelings by handto-hand measures.
you've got MUSCLE he said envi-
ously.
Two upper-classmen, passing, had
stopped for a moment 70 watch the
contest Hell have try for the
team, said one.
They strolled on.
It's the shoulders that count"
"Partly-and muscle
And grit Did you see his face?
Looked as if he was chewing iron"
Richard and the boy shook hands
and went back to the classroom. The
professor was on the platform. He
had mild brown hair and a large nose,
surmounted by spectacles. He
glared through them at the hapless
youth. He had sensitive ear for
Greek accents and the entrance exam
nations wore on it, The assistant had
been showing him the written work.
1t was very poor. His face was pre-
pared for the worst. The oral exam
ination would consist of reading in
the original Greek
The boys subsided beneath his glare
and there was ominOus silence.
Next" growled the professor. He
surveyed Richard-his heavy shoul-
ders and big hands-and groaned in
wardly. He resigned himself to his
fate
Richard struggled to his feet His
face was red and his throat dry. The
words came with rasping hoarseness
Then the swing Of the rhythm caught
him. His voice opened and deepened
and he was off on the lines. The ST.
lence of the woods was about him,
and the sound of the cross-cut saw
rose upon it, He swayed to it's tune,
the words rolling out-rsing and fall
ing to a kind of heavy chant. The
professor on the platform started
little He pushed his spectacles high
on his forehead and rubbed his great
nose. The wrinkles smoothed from
his brow and the peace of days settled
upon his face. The boy on the back
seat nudged his neghbor. Farmers
getting there" he whispered.
"H-s-h," growled the professor.
Richard came to a stop, looking up
blinkingly. He had forgotten the class
and the professor He and Tom had
been swaying back and forth to the
sound of the crOsscut saw, chanting
the deep, mOnotonOus sounds.
The professor beamed on him. A
faint, half-scared cheer went up from
the class. The spectacles descended
and glared at them. Time to cheer
when you are out of the woods" he
said Next"
The next youth rose and blundered
on. The hour wore away and the class
escaped, but bruised and sore.
The professor detained Richard by
a gesture. Where did you fit?" he
asked brusquely.
AT home"
"Where?"
I'm Ashton"
Massachusetts"
yes"
There's no school there"
NO. sir; l studied by myself and
with an old man"
"Umph." The spectacles regarded
him.
And did he read Greek the way
you do?'
The boys face Redeemed. Not ex-
actly We did it that way, saving
logs-I got into the swing of it and
forgot"
The professor leaned forward, tap
ping the Odyssey with his spectacles.
You recited Greek in the woods"
Yes, sir"
The professors face grew light He
chuckled. And we think We can
teach them indoors"
rs it all right, sir?"
'All right?" growled the professor.
It's the way they did it in Greece
5000 years ago. Go home and thank
your lucky stars you had something
besides boards over your head while
you learned it,"
(TO BE CONTINUED)