Hyder weekly herald., 1932-10-15
Home Work
 By JANE OSBORN
@ by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.)
 (WNU Seryice)


 that other people would be troubled whitewater that would soak through the plumage of any bird but a duck always sliding off Sally, whose feath- CTS were always as smooth and glossy and perfectly dry as those on ducks back. Nice metaphor that, thought Stanley Jones. as he drove home from his office to what he had once considered his cozy, comfortable bachelors apartment. It was no long, CT either cozy or comfortable-not even bachelors apartment since Sally, the duck, and her husband, Bill Ames, had sailed away to the south of France for the remainder of the winter, leaving eight-year-old Stan, named after himself, to share the apartment with him.
 Having proceeded thus far with his meditation Stanley found himself in front of his apartment house. He found young Stanley joyously play ing in the basement with the jani- tors children. That was the only arrangement that could be made on afternoons when Stanley could not get home from work early enough to take charge after school hours.
 Now 1t was five, and there would be an hour and half before they would be out for dinner-and an hour and half that had once meant peace and tranquility with pipe and book for Stanley. Now it meant home work with Stanley. Young Stanley had been rather slow with arithmetic, but before Sally left for France she had explained to Stan's teacher that the deficiency could be easily made up when young Stan was staying with his uncle, who was good mathe- matician. said Sally, and would have nothing to do but help his nephew.
 There was neatly penned note that first afternoon in Stan's school bag. It was from his teacher. Dear Mir. Jones' It said. Stanley still needs help in his tables. He under stands the theory apparently, but he has not had enough drilling. And Stanley is careless. Would you please see that he knows his tables better and please drill him In accuracy" It was signed Matilda Hawkins.
 I'd like to see that teacher of yours,' said Uncle Stanley, with a fine tone of sarcasm that was lost on his nephew. How old Is she?"
 "Oh. she must be very old. I shouldn't wonder If she was forty or maybe sixty"
 "Is she good looking-at all?" said Uncle Stanley.
 Well, some of us fellows think so but you wouldn't. She's got kind of roundish face with sort of funny nose and bump on her head and kind of queer mouth"
 "She doesn't sound like beauty" observed Stanley, undoing the buckles of his nephew's school bag Spelling came first and then some written work in English, and after that, drill with the tables. Stanley found that since the day before his nephew had quite successfully forgotten all he had ever known of the seven times table. It didn't worry Stan very much. Teacher says you ought to drill me more," he observed.
 The next day Stan's bag contained note from his uncle for the teacher. He regretted his failure as a tutor, and asked if arrangements could be made for her to tutor the boy from five to six every evening.
 Stan brought back word that teach CT said that it would be against the rules of the school for the teacher to accept fees for tutoring, but teacher had said she would come around at five to help, and would talk things over with Uncle Stanley.
 So at a little after five that eve ming teacher arrived. But when Stanley answered her ring at the door and saw the pretty young woman standing there in the hall he hadn't the faintest idea that she really was his nephew's teacher.
 'Is MT. Stanley Jones at homer" she asked. somewhat perplexed.
 "Why, am Stanley Jones-won't you come in?"
 You are not little Stanley Ames' uncle?" she gasped. "I am little stanley's teacher. He said you were-'
 They stood regarding each other with amazement. "He said you were quite an old man-probably sixty at least-with wrinkles"
 i've got wrinkles teaching him." laughed Stanley. T happen to be twenty-nine. No one would guess that you were somewhere around fifty