Santa Ana High School - Ariel Yearbook (Santa Ana, CA)

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,',' ,f r ' ff!f'Y'f ff A .v -54 ' ,,,f 'f 'rr , Q , I ' - j ' ,Q ffl! X jyif www ff! F7 X Z f X , V! rf! ' Z7 gg 7 ,ml 7 f ,4 Wag, ij I, v 1 f f 1 fn f f f ff fr' da Yfi ff 1 Q -gy 'fa' Q ' HMM! ffflfpfiz' ffl' ' 144441, Qfgffkfffff lfffwfff aww Miss WinsloW's Dull Pupil QPVimzing Story in tryout for F01'CIlS!'C C0utcst.j T was a warm September day, and the strain was growing tense in the the second grade room. The B class stoofl before the teacher, books in left hands, erect as to position. Give me this sound, Henryf said the teacher, pointing to the large L 'letter du on the blackboard. The slow bov gazed at the letter, but no sound issued from the expression- less lips. Again Miss VVinslow explained, Look, Henry, d-d-d, Say-d--. The boy gazed dully. A faint, fleeting, half-smile tluttered for an instant and then was gone. The little white head twisted to the right and then to the left as the lips struggled in tremendous effort. He's got it, but he's afraid to say it, said his little neighbor. Another lunge of the head, and the sound was landed- d. Now, Henry, sound the whole word. Henry hesitated. VVhat is this, class F ni. VVhat are the sounds of the word, Henry? But weary of waiting for Henry, the class promptly delivered d-i-g. Now, Henry, you do it, and tell us the word. Slowly and painfully the sounds came, d-i-g------horse! The class tittered for a moment, but teacher stopped it instantly bv an- iouncing the drawing lesson, and giving the commanil, Monitors may bring the paints. Up came Henry's hand, Teacher, can I get the water and fill the pans ?'f Yes, Henryll' The drawing paper was placed in position on the desks, and Henry pro- ceeded to fill the pans. Remember, Henry, you are to fill the pans only half full, said the teacher, whose experience had made her wise. Shortly after, there was an alarm down the aisle, poor luckless Henry had tilled a pan over full and the daintiest little girl of them all was heard to say, Oh, you stupid, you can't do anything, as the water dripped upon her clean apron. The lesson was finally over and the work collected, the most passable being placed on the wall, to the joy of tl1e little ones. Poor Henry surveyed the exhi- bition, and no one dreamed of the depth of sadness with which he told himself, She never puts my drawing on the wallf, The next lesson was a study in telling time by tl1e clock. The positions of the hour and the minute hands were explained to the class, which was then sent to the board to draw a clock with the hands pointing to the different hours of the day. The pupils mastered it in a very short time, but again Henry was left behind. Fifteen