Hathaway Brown School - Specularia Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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books. I am sure it is anything but play to sit by the hour marking in red ink usp. gr, diction, or defective English, con- sult I-Iill's Rhet., p. IO7,H etc. And then the writing! If we could but read the essays right off, without having to stop to study them, hold them at arm's length, gaze at them, puzzle over them and finally have to write illegible It really is hard work, my dear pupil! q I think I should not mind teaching half so much ifIcould but drop school, school talk, school everything at the close of the day's session, and not be reminded of it again until I face my classes on the morrow. But no, such is not my luck. I am stopped at the most inconvenient times,-on the crowded street cars, in stores, and on the street, to talk shop. I even remember hav- ing once been stopped at a reception by a doting sister and a loving brother, both of whom, after shaking hands with me in the most friendly manner, CI knowing all the time what was coming,D asked: Is little sister doing well? and, Is little brother answered them, but with a sardonic smile and great displeasure, I managed to escape from them only to run into the open arms of a matronly looking woman. 'Une of the mothersf thought I 5 and, sure enough, the iirst question was of Mary, of her interest in school, her love for her teachers and mates. I spoke of Mary very cautiously, for I was not sure of which Mary she spoke. I had three in one class, and knew none of - their mothers. I suppose it isunatural for a mother to speak ofher children, but a recep- tion is not a proper place for such conver- sation, I think. Still, I should probably do it myself. Do not think from my many reflections that there are really no pleasures in a school-, teacher's life, for there are many. The friendships made, some life-long, the com- ing in contact with so many new' pupils, A and the interest with which you watch them progress when they have left you, and per- haps forgotten you because 'of their interest in their work, all tend to make school life quite bearable, if not enjoyable. improving in his history? Of course I NADINE J. SIMMONS, '99. ram Shree Galle. I. Will you excuse me, Mr. Italian Re- Sfene: Mrs. B1'0zwze's Parlor. Time: 3.-30 P. M. Well, I knew they would go to see the baby sometime, but what a long time it took for Mrs. I-Iarris to ask for it, said the chair on which Mrs. Harris had sat. It didn't seem so long to me, but per- haps it is because it is so much cooler in here than out in that boiling sun, replied Mrs. I-Iarris's parasol, a dainty creation of silk and lace. It is a great pleasure for us old folks to have a chance to talk to such young and charming creatures, said a gallant old Renaissance chair. naissance, if I ask you a veryimpudent ques tion? The other day my mistress, Mrs Harris, took me with her to Vincent-Bar- stow's to look at some gentlemen like your- self. There was one who seemed to me older than you, but the clerk told us it was made in Michigan. Now, how can those made in Michigan be older than the others ? inquired the parasol. O dear, now he is on that, there will be no fashions or anything pleasant, sighed a delicate Dresden shepherdess from the cab- inet. ' ' My dear young lady, began the really old chair, youare altogether too young and charming to understand the ways men have 27

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it jfairrg Stow. Being very tired one afternoon, I threW myself down to rest on a couch, with 21 b0X of chocolate creams in my hand. HardlY had I closed my eyes, when I seemed to be awakened by some one walking in the room. I opened my eyes, and how very dif- ferent the room looked I Everything seemed to have become the color of the chocolate- creams in my box. As my last thought had been that I should like to live in a house where everything was made of choco- late, I thought right away that my wish must have come true. Even the wall-paper was covered with pictures of candy-boxes filled with these candies, and some were half opened and the contents falling out. The carpet was ofthe same warm color and looked as though it were made of chocolate. The furniture all looked the same, and I was much pleased to End it so. The person I had heard walking about the room was a pretty, chocolate-colored maid bearing in her handa tray upon which was a cup of hot chocolate and a piece of rich chocolate cake. She was dressed like the pictures of the girls on the chocolate boxes, and was really very pretty. I sat up, and after drinking the chocolate which she gave ine, I asked her to tell me where Iwas. She only smiled, shook her head, and quietly left the room. I stood up and started to walk across the room to a chair near the window. I took a few steps, and then looking down, I saw that my foot- prints were left 'deep in the soft floor. I had hardly reached the chair andrecovered from my surprise, when one of the doors opened and a boy dressed in livery entered, with a dish of chocolate-creams in his hand. He had but just left the room, when another door opened, and this time there entered a boy with chocolate-caramels, which he offered me. All the morning these inter- ruptions went on, until I felt that I should never want to eat or see chocolate candy again. E - g Soon lunch was served on a little table in one corner of the room, and everything that was offered me was either made with choc- olate or flavored with it. I could not eat much, although I was very hungry, and I would have given anything I owned fora drink of pure, cold water. I asked for some 5 the maid only smiled and shook her head, and brought me another cup of choc- olate. I As I had already drunk nine or ten cups of the same beverage, I put down the cup hastily on the table in not a very good humor, when crack !-it was broken into a thousand pieces! As the table was very frail, the sudden jar made it tip over with a great crash and-I sat up on the couch and found-that it was all a dream. I don't think that I shall ever eat any- thing made of chocolate again, as the few hours in a chocolate house were enough for all my life. JETTIE THEOLA WASON, 1902. C?-I-1 GDC IRGHCCUOIIB GI Ionce overheard one of my girls say: Oh, she isa teacher, she hasn't anything to do. She doesn't have to prepare any lessons. IfI were only a teacherll' Poor little deluded pupil! little she knows of the H School GGHCIUCF. work we teachers have to prepare, the hours we are obliged to give to study to be able to make the lessons of interest to her. I wonder if she realizes the work and the time it takes to look over a pile of essay 26

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in this world for making money. I heard Mr. Browne say, when he bought 1119, that it is extremely seldom one is fortunate enough to iind a chair like me. A HUD 111 Michigan make very cheap imitH'CiO11S, and then sends them all over the world as be- longing to the real Renaissance family. But surely it is wrong to tell such untruths, Mr. Renaissance, commented the parasol. It is business, my dear, it is businessg and to some people business is an excuse for almost anything, was the answer. My dear Parie, won't you tell me if my hair is still so much in the style? You see, on account of my delicate complexion and my fragility, I am not able to see anything ofthe world, except that part that comes to me, said a complacent looking statuette. Indeed, began the parasol,-when the door opened, and Mrs. Harris and Mrs. Browne, entering, interrupted this most int resting conversation. . BERTHA E. NARTEN, rgoo. 5 II. A few years ago we staid out in the country for the summer. The place was near Lorain, and our cottage was on the lake shore. Wexv ere strangers to every- body, in fact, I had not met a soul since I had been out there. W'e had been there about a week, and I was just taking a nice nap one afternoon when the maid brought up a card with the name, Miss Adelaide Henrietta Smith, on it. I was anxious to see my caller, so I hastily dressed and went down stairs. As I entered the room I heard a great rnstle, and Miss Adelaide, gorgeously dressed and holding a lorgnette to her eyes, swept up to me, saying 1 This is Miss Lancaster, I believe. I am glad to have the pleasure of finding you at home, though I didn't expect to see you, since I thought I saw you or some one else I supposed was you driving down to the l 28 station. But I am glad to find you here. Have you any brothers, Miss Lancaster P I didn't see anything remarkable about myself 5 and I wondered if I were more peculiar looking than other people, for she held her lorgnette to her eyes all the time. I was as cool as a cucumber and answered : Yes, I have two brothers, but they are not coming out until we get all settled. They are anxious to come, and think this place is just right. They have planned to go camping, and fishing, and goodness knows what not. Oh! I am so glad that there will be some nice young men around. There isn't one I would associate with here. I wouldn't even think of doing it. I met a lovely man in Cleveland, Mr. Quay was his name. Such a charming fellow! I declare it was love at first sight on my part. He told Miss Devonshire, my friend whom I visit, that I was a stunner. I tell you what, he knows a good thing when he sees it I How old are your brothers, if I may ask? Oh, do excuse me I I didn't mean that. Oh, that's all' right. Ned is just ten years old, and Jack, seven. Such interest- ing boys, if I do say so. Miss Smith was not so talkative after this, and didn't stay very long, for a strong odor of onions came from the kitchen. I was very conscious of the fact, but it was not to be helped, for in a summer cottage those things must be borne. In fact I was quite glad, for, after making a few excuses, Miss Adelaide Henrietta Smith walked with great dignity out of the house. I watched her until she was out of sight and joyfully went to tinish my nap, proud of my own and the onions' success. RUTH HENDERSON, 1 goo. if III. One Wednesday night about three weeks ago, I was quietly studying in my room when I was startled by two knocks on the front door. Mamma and Papa had gone