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

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Q. f.y,'ffi':.f '.,' '-ffpgf. ,,.fgf4-gg ffiiwz,ffff,z,f ',xg,.fhZZ,! V i Miss NVinslow sank into her chair and with firmly pressed lips surveyed the hope- less case placed in her charge, out of whom she was to make an intelligent citizen. lt had been a trying day for the term was in its first quarter, and the new class hard to manage. Teacher's patience and courage were at a low ebb, when suddenly a little hand shot into the air. Teacher, can we say our pieces ? It was the brightest pupil, who had often saved a trying situation. Yes, dear, you may give one. He was a beautiful child, whose devotion to his teacher won him the title from the other teachers of Miss Winslow's little knight. As he recited his piece, her glance fell upon the slow pupil. He had forgotten himself, and was gazing at the brightest child. For the Hrst time, the boy's interest awoke, and teacher was startled to see the transformation. The next morning the little knightv was waiting at the steps. Teacher can I :lo sumfun' for you ? I think so. Come in and we will see. They, walked together through the halls of the fine building. Upon its walls were pictures of historic events while here and there a palm or huge basket of greenery was growing. They entered the second grade room and were greeted by a flood of sunlight. See here, would you like to sharpen these pencils ? The little knight was apparently lost in his task when he looked up and said, I don't see why Henry's mother and father send him to school-he can't learn anything. I suppose they are in hopes he will learn sometime, said the teacher. But he's awful good to us fellows, Miss VVinslow. He always gives me his turn in the swing and yesterday he gave me all his marbles. The nine o'clock bell rang, and the line marched in. The subject of time telling was reviewed. Still the problem was too much for Henry. Then a happy thought struck Miss Wiilslow. Calling Henry to her desk, she placed her watch before him. The beautiful little time-piece caught his fancy and seemed to arouse .he slow intellect. Now, Henry, tell me where the hands are when it is two o'clock. The big hand is there and the little hand there. ' Good! Now where are the hands when it is three o'clock ? -- Yes Four o'clock ?--rightf' 'fAnd six o'clock ?---Good! I'll let you take the watch to your seat and you may make a picture of it. lie very careful with it. With an expression of unusual joy, he carried the treasure to his seat and on spent a happy hour. Suddenly upon the quiet air the fire alarm sounded and each child ran to his usual place. In the hall the children from the other rooms were gathering. Sixteen

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