The coastland times. [volume] (Mnateo [i.e. Manteo], N.C.) 1947-1959, 1959-01-30
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THE DAY WE PLANNED
TO WHIP THE TEACHER
By
CARLTON
MORRIS
Editor. The Index
Gatesvilie. u. c.

TO WHIP THE TEACHER
/ see by the papers that Russia's
super salesman, Mikoyan was met
by barrage of eggs out in sunny
California and 1 figure he would
have done better to have made his
trip just before Christmas. Eggs
were so high then that most people
would have been a little reluctant
to waste them.
Once back in high school days
a group of the tougher boys in our
school got together and planned to
throw a few eggs at the principal.
Actually l didn't even hear about
it until it was all over, and done
with. These lads saved their eggs
until they We're a little over ripe
and they said they did pretty
good job.
was never involved in such an
incident, though 1 once sat in on
group that planned to whip one of
our high school teachers and that
broke ME from sucking eggs as
they say about dog.
The whole thing began early in
the school year when some of the
larger boys in our class brought a
whole batch of cookie burrs (sheep
burrs) into the class room. At first
they contented themselves with
tossing them onto the long hair of
the girls in the class. One youngster
in our class was a perfect target
for he wore his hair almost as long
as the girls. So one bully walked
by his desk and rubbed a whole
handful into his flowing tresses.
Naturally, the youngster was hurt
pretty badly and he began to cry.
Our room teacher got into the
act and wanted to know who did
the dastardly deed. Of course none
of us would admit the crime and
we didn't dare squeal on the tough
est boy in the room so our teacher,
young man from Georgia, told us
that we could stay in after school
at which time he would get to the
bottom of the matter.
Naturally, we all got together
at noon recess and swore we would
never tell. l felt pretty good about
the whole thing because / knew
that l had absolutely nothing to do
with it. But when the larger boys
began to make plans to give our
teacher a beating that afternoon,
l felt that things were going bit
too far. Never did Mikoyan map a
better strategy than those boys as
they planned to beat the teacher.
The youngster with the long hair
had the job of locking the room
door to keep out the other teachers
and the burr thrower was sched-
uled to hit the teacher first and the
rest would join in. No task was as
signed to me, for which l was ex-
tremely thankful, though / was
scared half out of my wits.
Finally, the great moment ar
rived. Our teacher sat in front of
us and read some papers while we
waited and the suspense was al
most killing me. After while he
looked up and straight at me. Then
he began with me, of all people.
He reminded me that l was grim
ming like a cracked pumpkin. He
didn't know that 1 was grinning
because l was half frightened to
death. Then he told me how / had
written the answers on my desk.
He told another lad about eating
candy in school and another about
chewing gum. He went all the way
down the line without even men,
tioning the burr-throwing incident,
and we were all dumbfounded at
the many things he knew about US.
No one locked the door and no one
made any attempt to hit him.
Suddenly he jumped up gu. of
his chair and ran to the tough burr
thrower and grasped him by his
hair. He tilted the young man over
until he was on a pivot then he
rubbed his free fist under the big
boys nose.
GAS for you," he. shouted, eff you