The Cordova daily times., 1920-05-28

primary seat alongside other babies who wouldn't stay at home
 Baby wake, teacher piped the last conner, suddenly remembering something. He wriggled in his seat and peered through a double frosted window. Baby where?' demanded the teacher. But a tall, curly-haired, half-breed girl had already glided to the door, Mother told me to stay home with baby, teacher, and I didn't want to- she pleaded, drawing the baby sled into the schoolroom. She rescued a sQuirming youngster from bundle of furs and 'mOthered' it on the little bench behind the stove, glancing meaningly through the open door of the girls cloakroom, where two other baby sIeds, each contain ing a sleeping child, had been pushed out of the way, as though sure that their presence mitigated her own Of fense.
 There being no age limit in the Alaska school service, the register enrolment of pupils seldom contains the names of all.
 ''The school house is the regular calling place for all Indian wayfarers who have a few hours to spare. If the corner behind the stove is not filled with girl mothers and babies it may be pre-empted by grandfathers and uncles.
 That night proved to be the eli max of the lone teachers polar ex- perience. Awakened by the continued cracking of her cabin walls, occa- stoned by intense cold she arose to cram the heater with more stove wood, and happening to glance through the uncurtained north win dow, saw the night ablaze with color. Like a huge volcano pouring ethereal lava over the face of heaven, famed a wild aurora. Scintillant, f1oroscant waves of delicate opal through which . the stars mOcked and danced flooded the sky dome, tinting the white ex- panse of earth and river with deli cate reflection. Like ribbons about an old-fashioned Maypole, woven by unseen hands, Aurora's brilliant streamers shaped themselves into a long funnel, from which burst i'm mense sheets of living flames that stained both sky and earth blood red-a spectacular display never to be forgotten, never surpassed, and we'll worth all the discomfort of the ] polar night to witness.
 ''In the morning, when the teacher rang the 10 o'clock bell for school, and the babies who wouldn't stay at home trooped up the school hill, the mercury, by the light of a match, 1 stood at 65 below zero. Two hours later the kerosense was frozen in 1 the school lamps But the children 1 laughed at the cold. Look, teacher, The sun! The sum- It was the first day of February, exactly 12 o'clock 1 Through the southwest window of the school room glinted obliquely a yellow radiance that outlined the re- fection of the window frame on the opposite wall and lighted up the room.
 With one impulse teacher and pupils moved toward the window, blinking their eyes, shading them with their hands, laughing helplessly as they attempted to look at the upper rim of pale yellow ball just showing above the edge of the hori- zon. After seventy-two days of dark nessand dull gray daylight, the hu- man eye refused to adjust itself quickly to the sudden brightness. Put on your things, children said the teacher. Swiftly they obeyed, but before the foremost could reach the 1 door the light faded. Look, teacher;