The Yale expositor., 1922-05-04
CHAPTER Il.-continued.

Sometimes, too, there were moments
of relaxation in her class, when she
would stop the lesson and tell the
children about Germany: What beau
tiful good country ii was, so rim and
orderly, with such pleasant customs,
and all the people sensible, energetic
and heBlthy. There was Music" again
in the German class, which was an
other alienation; though it was the
same ord "Star Spangled Banner over
again. Ramsey was tired of the song
and tired of my Country 'Tis Of
Thee; they were bores, but ii was
amusing to sing them in German. In
German they sounded sort O. funny"
SO he didn't mind this bit of the days
work.
Half an hour later there arrived his
supreme trial Of this. particular morn
ing. Arithmetic then being the order
of business before the house, he was
sent alone TO the blackboard. supposed
ly to make lucid the proper reply to
a fatal conundrum in decimals, and
under the glare and focus OF the
whole room he breathed heavily and
itched everywhere; his brain at once
became sheer hash. He consumed as
much time as possible in getting the
terms of the problem stated in chalk 4;
then. affecting TO be critical of his own
handiwOrk, erased what he had done
and carefully wrote IL again. After
1. 81,
traced figures. and stepped back as IL
TO see whether perspective improved
their appearance. Again he lifted the
eraser.
Ramsey Mifholland"
"Ma'am?"
"Put down. that eraserW
"Yes'm. / just thought"
Sharply hidden to get forward with
his task, he explained in feeble voice
that he had first to tie q shoestring
and stopped to do so, but was not per-
mitted. Miss Ridgely tried TO stimu-
late him with hints and suggestion ;
found hin, so far as decimals went,
mere protOplasm, and, wondering how
so helpless a thing could live, sum-
moned TO the board little Dora Yocum,
the star Of the class, whereupon Ram
sey moved toward his seat.
Stand still, Ramsey! You stay
right where you are and try to learn
something from the way Dora does
IL"
The class giggled, and Ramsey stood,
hut n1 iC
ness was uncomfortable, because all of
his schoolmates naturally found more
entertainment in watching him than
In following the performance of the
capable Dora.
Instructed to watch every figure
chalked up by the mathematical won
der his eyes, grown sOdden, were I'M
able to remove themselves from the
part in her hair at the back of her
head, where two little braids began
their separate careers to end in q cou-
pie Of Observation-Disclosures bits of rib
bon, one upon each of her thin Shout
der blades. His sensations clogged his
intellect; he suffered from unsought
notOriety, and hated Dora Yocum
most of all he hated her busy little
shoulder blades.
He had to be kept in" after school ;
and when he was allowed TO go home
he averted his eyes as he went by the
house where Dora lived. She was out
in the yard, eating a doughnut, and
he knew it; but he had passed the age
when 1t is just as permissible to throw
a rock at a girl as at boy; and
sitting his normal incllnations, he
walked sturdily on, though he INDUCED
himself so far as to engage in a MUIR
INJURED conversation with one of the
familiar spirits dwelling somewhere
within him. "Pfa !" said Ramsey to
himself-or himself to Ramsey, since
it is difficult to say which was which.
"Pfal Thinks she's smart, don't she7''
Well, guess she does, but she
ain'tw 81 hate her, don't your
"You bet your life hate her !"
Teachers Pet, that's what call her !"
"Well, that's what / call her,
too. don't II" "Well, / do; that's all
she is, anyway-dlrty ole Teachers
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