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Show THE BOY WHO LOVED HIS TEACHER. <br><br> A school boy about ten years old was the other day halted by a benevolent minded citizen on Second street and asked if he liked to go to school. <br><br> "No, Sir!" was the prompt reply. <br><br> "Then you don't love your teacher?" <br><br> "N-yes, sir. That is, I didn't until yesterday, but now I do. I think she's just bully." <br><br> "Why have you loved her since yesterday?" <br><br> "Well, you know Jack Chin? Well, he's the worst fighter in our room. He can lick me and two other boys with one hand tied behind him. Well, he was going to lick me last night and he was shaking his fist at me in school and showing his teeth and getting me all excited when the teacher saw him." <br><br> "Did, eh?" <br><br> "You bet she did, and the way she took him out of that seat and walloped him and humbled him down, made me feel as if she were a mother to me! When school was out, Jack dasn't touch nobody. He was wilted down and when I hit him with a hunk of dirt he never even looked around! I guess I'm going to try to lick him in the morning, before he gets over feeling humble!" --Detroit Free Press. |