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Show School Days! They Surely Used To Be Great -Sometimes By ROSE A. AST1IX. School! The word holds a thousand! memories, each especially loved and ;u)ued. The week has recalled many, I for ugden's smaller population has pulled Idle books down from dusty I shelves and hardened to the summons sum-mons of the old school lull There i are some who are going for the first I time and w ho are bubbling over the fact that they are old enough to go I to school, flinging frjntlcally to their I mother's hand they view bewildering looking school rooms, teachers, books, j land companions. Somehow Bi hool doesn't exactly come up to tneli Idee To others, school his lost all Its thrills and wonderment and With i -luctant feet they turn back to the j four-walled school room aftei a k I " r I -ous summer spent outdoors in play. The old .swimming hole, tho boat pond and the babbling brook, the borses the tlshlng rod and taeklo seemed never to huve held as much charm on that day when school first opens It's a pity summer couldn't last forever Bit; )I GBOOR UMii . School might have boon bore, but villi It has Its ow!i tittle place In the i hearts of men and women There was the time when books did hold their I charms, especially It it was a fairy tale book tucked behind a geography, i so that the teacher couldn't see. Ami It wasn't any wonder that tho lessons 'were missed, but that was the fault of :the teacher. If she had asked about lihe fairy tale, nirolj everyone could tell It Then there vv.'is a lime when I writing did come useful, 'specially it" I the little boy across the room was an Ideal hero. And the notes that were exchanged sounded so big and read just like the ones received by bigger brothers and sisters Arithmetic didn't have much use, KCept to practice writing numbers and adding them, nnd history was far loo uninteresting for anyone Perhaps tho storv of Columbus appealed n little bit. for after all It did contain some adventure. Geography and grammar I were out of the question. M A's 1 1 1 ( CO ST. But school memories arc dear to eery heart. even though books !seemed endless ami study poi iods everlasting, ever-lasting, Still there was numberless companions ami always hours of play ISO after all school wasn't so bad. But the iremorlea that linger tlio longest 'are the ones that are burled deepest In the heart 1 o you remember the time when you stole your mother's silk underskirt and with the help of your friends, erected a regular tepee In a , corner of the school grounds'' There were others who did that, too And at noon one day you stole a lot of pink nail polish from your sister's dressing , Inble nnd made yourself hideous by I rubbing a lot of It over your face. You gave the olheis some of It. too, and with two feathers stuck through a band around your head, you Imagined yourself 0 great Indian chief. Then then was the sun dance and tho cap-; ion- of the white man's daughti r who,' by the way. was the little girl who sat iti the corner and whom you fairly worshiped' Then tho school bell rang and you marched boldly Into clays with all that paint on your face and the teacher proved to you that soap and water were essentia to man rlsht then and there. But that wasn't so bad. WITH K (AL GORE. The next time, you slipped away from both teacher and mother and v.ent swimming anrl you had to sit In! the sun to dry vour hair. Then you knew there would be trouble, so you put some icd ink on your handkerchief handker-chief and told the teacher that you had a very bad nose bleed and you WOIIdered why she smiled. ( f course you understand now, for anyone could tell red Ink by looking at It. Then you bought sumo gum and had t stand In the corner with it pins-tired pins-tired on the end of your nose, because be-cause you had chewed It In school. And you tied the sash of the little girl who sat in front of you tight to her chulr, so she couldn't get up, nnd Ithc teacher hud to come to tho rescue. res-cue. You nlSv, successfully used the r iid of her braid for u paint brush w ith the aid of your Ink bottle, i Perhaps you brought u lot of candles tiled babies" or all-day Stickers ' to school one day and In irving to pass thorn to your companion compan-ion succeeded in dropping them all over the floor anel tho teacher took them all. You have an idea that she ;.te them because you never saw her throw them away. Then there was the time you put snow on the thermometer ther-mometer In the school room and you still remembered how horrified the teacher looked when she bundled you Into your coals and rushed you home because the school room wasn't properly prop-erly heated. CIRC1 s HI LLY GEE! But wasn't It the best day of any when you ran away and went to the C i reus, talked to the clown nnd practiced prac-ticed doing somersaults and walking ropes ho you could Join tho circus, and then dad well dad never could understand. un-derstand. You had to go right back to school. And worst of all. you had to make an apology to the teacher. Well, school days hold their charms even to the time when the principal flicked you for putting a mouse In the teacher's desk and putting a pin on your neighbor's chair. Perhaps you've an Idea that the best of your life was the time you went to school nnd after all, ' reading, writing and arithmetic, taught to the tune of the hickory I stick," did have some use. |
