Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1925-06-03

| what gnarled. and white. as the hands
| of a scholar should be. Let the tanned
| hands of the world belong to the
mariner, the farmers, the lumberjacks,
the thousand and one who work be-
meath the sun. There is room and to
spare for white-hanced scholar. now
and then.
The professor sank into the Wide,
| rear seat with avidity, the depth to
which he sprung the cushions testify
| Ing to his solid build
He removed his wide -brimmed hat.
He was bald from the top Of the
ears up. his naturally high forehead
being augmented by several more
| inches OF brow
AS he sat there he seemed to be
| wearing halo OF more or less gray
| hair, which. beginning at the back
and top Of his head, dipped down be-
meath his ears, being transformed into
sideburns and trimmedybeard.
A bit of his whiskers seemed TO
have jumped across his mouth and at
tached themselves firmly to his up
per lip, where they stuck with de-
termination which set at defiance the
| safety razor lad" in the car cards.
The capacious black bag. the pro.
lessor leaned in a corner OF the bus,
| and his hat he placed upon It, His
big notebook opened he then. and his
bright blue pencil hauled he out Of his
pocket.
Lowering his eyes. until they TO-
| cused through the glasses of his half
! spectacles, he began anew to correct
papers. Now and then he would raise
his eyes to cast a look at some new
conner. but would soon lower them TO
| his task.
Hfs firm mouth was ready to break
| into a sympathetic smile upon the
| slightest provocation. It did when a
| little child entered, and then again
when another little one boarded the
vehicle.
Yet, ina gined he was somewhat OF
martinez in his classroom. Miss
Smith" / could hear him say. did
YOU not study your lesson?" Miss
Smith was forced to confess that she
did not. Then, how, Miss Smith
came the voice Of the professor. do
you expect TO recite?" Poor Miss
Smith was overcome. Tomorrow.
please know your lesson" advised the
| professor.
l. Each Of the two children aboard the
bus had a bag of candy, into which
each dipped assiduously. bringing up
from the depths, at stated intervals,
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Ting than nature ever dared produce.
Passengers shrank back into their
| seats. away from those sticky. menac.
ing fingers. Proud mothers looked
with approval upon those same sticky.
| little fingers. The professor smiled.
Johnny--so was his name--suddenly
| dropped his bag. it's contents scatter.
ing upon the floor. immediately
Johnny set up howl, whereupon the
| mother OF the other child bethought
herself of Mary's training.
Give Johnny some of your candy
| beamed Mary's mother.
But Mary grabbed her candy tighter
than ever and began to howl even
louder than Johnny. NO. she
screa med. Mo-
While this drama was being enacted
several girls with books boarded the
bus. They smiled sweetly at the pro.
| lessor. Good morning." they Eurgled.
Good morning, young ladies'" said
| the educator, in deep voice that
| synchronized with the rest of him.
| He removed his black bag and hat
| from the seat. then went back TO his
| task OF correcting papers.
Thus l left the professor. keeping.
however. these pleasant memories of
| him.