Norwich bulletin., 1913-08-16
ONE DAYS EXPERIENCE.
tMritten Specially For The Bulletin,

l (Written Specially For The 6ulletin.) Loretta pewner had been a school l teacher for many years, but still found l pleasure in the werk. She had always preferred to deal with little children,
 and had steadily refused advancement to higher grades.
 The little ones are SO much more fun" she used to remark, T like them better than the older ones.
 i One would think you taught for fun, " said one of her friends to her one day.
 No" was the reply. II teach for the salary 1 get, but when 1 can find no fun in school work, I shall stop. salary or no salary. A teacher has no right to continue in school when the money she receives is the only inducement."
 Miss Downer was successful in her calling, and commanded good salary, and merited all the praise she received from those in authority over her. Her home was with her mother in suburb
 of the city where she was employed, l and much she enjoyed that home, the old house where she was born.
 Every night found her on her way l thither, ready to relate for her mother s l entertainment the experience of the 1 day. Her mother had, like her daught- l CT, keen sense of humer, and fully l enjoyed the funny things which were l told her at night.
 l Does nothing unpleasant ever fall to your lot in school ?' queried Mrs. Dow ner. You never tell me any such Not often" said Loretta, and l try to forget them as soon as possible Re peatin~ them to you would make me remember them
 At the end of the day, of which I am writing, she came home unusually hap py. She seemed convuised with amuse- 1 ment. and broke out with a ripple of merriment every now and then. What has happened to you to-day ?' questioned her mother. Something more than common, imagine. Out
 with it, so that may enjoy 1t with you. "The funniest of ali yet. do believe laughed Loretta. The people in the car know grinned every time I thought of it. If any children could be funnier than mine are. I should like to see them"
 | Well, I will tell you of what hap
 pened to-day. and if you don't laugh, l shall think you very strange. You have heard me tell of my big black boy, Charlie Hampel. To-day he came in 1 from the playground at recess. angry and blubbering with complaint against little Willie Treadwell, 1 Charlie with tears in his eyes accus ed Willie of swearing at him. I could n't believe it, but felt obliged to look l into the matter and therefore sent for | Willie to come to me. So there they stood before me side by side, the over grown negro boy and the boy he ac- cused of swearing. Now, Willie, you know is the fairest of all the boys in school with light yellow hair. a skin which never tans, and was daintiily | dressed as always for he is a great pet at home, and the darling of his mothers s l heart
 | Charlie entered his complaint, Willie denied it and still so sure was Charlie of his statement. that 1 felt compelled
 to investigate the matter. Could there l be a greater contrast as they stood there side by side. I knew there was 1 fun ahead, but kept serious face while I talked with them. If the youngsters only knew how we teach esr often want to laugh instead of re- proving them. our authority would be entirely lost.'
 1 He swored at me- said Charlie 1 'T did not, Miss Downer," claimed Willie.
 He did too, he swored at me-" in 1 sisted Charlie.
 NO, Miss Downer, I never swore in