Posts Tagged ‘School’

The Right Answer

September 12, 2012

The Right Answer

Teacher: Harold, in the sentence, “I saw the girl climb the fence,” how many i’s would you use?

Our Young Hero: Bofe of ’em, teacher.

San Antonio Light (San Antonio, Texas) Feb 27, 1927

Aw Shucks!

September 6, 2012

Aw Shucks!
He has to go back to school now
Reckon we won’t be goin’ fishin’
Er swimmin’ anymore
Shucks!
Betcha he’ll fergit all about me anyway!

Alton Democrat (Alton, Iowa) Sep 2, 1938

Little Red School-House

June 18, 2012

Image from the Denver Photo Blog – Kristal Kraft

LITTLE RED SCHOOL-HOUSE.

In the grave of the past it is buried,
That weather-worn temple of wood;
And only dank woods in the summer
Now mark the dear spot where it stood.
Oh! could all the scholars assemble
Once more in that prison-like place,
And hear the quaint school-master utter
His heartfelt entreaties for grace!

Oh! could we return to that school-room,
Untouched by the evils of years,
And find the bright smiles that have vanished
In place of the dimness of tears,
And join in the silver-toned laughter,
The gurgle of innocent fun;
The races we had going homeward
When all the hard lessons were done.

How the truant sulked in after bell-time!
So galletully heedless of ruler;
For they knew the old teacher was patient —
His stalle was the law of the school.
How pleasant this place of the children
On hot murky days in July,
When the little ones from their studies,
In the shade of the elm tree lie!

But, alas! the crude structure has fallen,
Its timbers have gone to decay;
The master sleeps there in the corner,
Where the glad children shouted in play.
God bless the dear spot that since childhood
Has grown to be sacred and still,
Where the little red school-house in glory
Once stood on the brow of the hill.

May all the scholars assemble
In heaven’s great classroon above,
And meet after life’s fitful season,
To learn the grand wisdom of love;
And see the old docile-faced teacher,
A pupil himself, as before.
In branches whose worth he commended
In the little red school-house of yore.

Freeborn County Standard (Albert Lea, Minnesota) Jun 15, 1882

The Indian Student

December 3, 2011

Image from Susquehanna Indian Tribe History

THE INDIAN STUDENT.

From Susquehannah’s utmost springs
Where savage tribes persue their game,
His blanket tied with yellow strings
The sheperd of the forest came.

Not long before a wandering Priest,
Expressed his wish with visage sad,
Ah, why he cried in Satan’s waste,
Ah, why retain so fine a lad.

In yankee land there stands a town
Where learning may be purchased low;
Exchange his blanket for a gown —
And let the lad to College go.

From long debate the council rose,
And viewing Shellum’s tricks with joy; —
To Harvard hall, o’er drifts of snow,
They sent the tawny colored boy.

A while he wrote, a while he read,
A while attended grammer rules;
An Indian savage so well bred,
Great credit promised to the schools.

Some thought he would in law excel —
Some thought in physic he would shine,
And some who liked him passing well —
Beheld in him a sound divine.

But those of more deserving eye,
Even then could other prospects show, —
They saw him lay his virgil by
To wander with his dearer bow.

Ah, why he cried did I forsake,
My native woods for gloomy walls,
The silver streams, the limpid lake
For musty books and college halls?

A little could my wants supply,
Can wealth or honor give me more,
Or will the sylvian God deny,
The humble treat he gave before?

When nature’s ancient forests grow,
And mingled laurel never fades, —
My heart is fixed and I must go
To die among my native shades.

He spoke, and to the western springs,
His gown discharged, his money spent,
His blanket tied with yellow strings
The sheperd of the forest went.

Returning to his rural plains,
The Indians welcomed him with joy,
The council took him home again
And blessed the tawny colored boy.

Cambridge City Tribune (Cambridge City, Indiana) Dec 8, 1870

School Will Be the Death of Me

August 16, 2011

BOY OF 9 A SUICIDE

Hanged Himself Rather Than Go Back to School.

Newark, N.J., June 10. — The body of Charles Chadwick, nine years old, who committed suicide by hanging in the cellar of his home, 84 Seventh avenue, rather than go back to school because the principal had threatened to send him to a reformatory, lay in its little white draped coffin in the darkened parlor on the first floor.

Charles was sent home from school because his coat was torn. His sister Cora, aged twelve, went home with him. His mother told him to go back to school. Charles left the house, but returned again at 2 o’clock. He begged his mother not to send him back to school, but Mrs. Chadwick insisted. Once more Charles left the house, and that was the last seen of him until shortly after 9 o’clock in the evening his father found him hanging in the cellar dead.

“If I had only known,” said Mrs. Chadwick, “how much he really feared going back to school I wouldn’t have made him go. He told me that his principal had threatened to send him to a reform school, where he could never see me or his father again until he was twenty-one years old, but I thought it was only an excuse to stay away. Now I know that it was his fear that he would never see me again that made him want to stay at home.”

Adams County News (Gettysburg, Pennsylvania) Jun 11, 1910


SCHOOL YOUTH HANGS HIMSELF

Mother Sends Him to School and He Commits Suicide.

Newark, N.J., June 9. — The police today declare that the suicide of nine-year-old Charles Chadwick was one of the most carefully planned they ever had to deal with, and marvel that a child of such tender years could have executed it.

The lad had been sent home from school. He told his mother if he were sent back he would kill himself. She laughed at his remark, dressed him anew and sent him back to school.

The boy went to the rear of the house and entered the cellar. There he removed his collar and tie, looped a rope about a beam in the ceiling and deliberately hanged himself.

The Marion Daily Star (Marion, Ohio) Jun 9, 1910