Winslow High School - Meteor Yearbook (Winslow, AZ)

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What Glue Pit17.i: Story, li was one of those lazy days in Octolier, and for a lime tlie study room was quiet: not a student lifted his head from his hook, ami I wondered how could they study ;’' I was trying to work on my lesson, but it wa lather uninteresting, as lessons sometimes are. so I was having a hard time of it. Once in a while I would look around the room to see if there was anything hap| oning that was of more interest to me than this said lesson. It was still quiet, except I noticed that at intervals Jessie would give her head a toss and sometimes her long black hair would fall on the desk behind lien , where James was occupied with his pen. Now, James was a boy who did not want to Ih1 ixUliered by long black hair. csj ceinlly when he was writing a composition that must Ih finished before noon. 1 heard him ask .Jessie to please keep her hair off of his desk, and saw her nod her promise to Ik more careful. It was not long until I was looking around again, and I noticed that James had his ink bottle l efore him and was writing with great rapidity, when all of a sudden Jessie gave her head the usual toss, causing her hair to come with such force upon James' desk that it upset the ink bottle. Before he could stop the stream of ink it had covered his desk and spoil.-d his papers. lie rushed to the teachers' table for blotters and I thought for a minute he was going to slap the offender, but he didn't, and. furthermore, he never said a word. I marveled at his patience. Later on I marveled still more, for James was told not to leave the building until he had rewritten his theme. Even then lie said Will Do State Faik nothing. Tin noon hour was nearly over when he had finished rewriting it. and as he looked at the clock he saw that he would not have time to go home for lunch, hut would have time to walk down town, and that in a way would make up for it. As he walked along he tried to think of a way in which he could get revenge. At last he hit upon a plan and proceeded to put it into operation, lie went into a drug store and purchased a I Millie of glue. That afternoon James was so pleasant to Jessie that I knew something was in the air and anticipated a very interesting time, nor did I have long to wait. It was shortly after school ojMMied that I saw him take out that bottle of glue and |x»ur the contents upon the top of his desk. Why should he pour glue on his desk? Quickly came an answer, for no sooner was the glue spread out nieley than Jessie gave her head a toss and the hair settled directly in the center of it. James calmly pressed the hair down with his hands, and smiled as he did so. for soon the Im 11 would ring for the second class, and then the fun would begin. When the gong sounded Jessie immediately tried to stand up, but discovered that her hair was caught and that she could not move. It was stuck and would not come loose. She cried out and the teacher rushed to her assistance, only to find she could Ih of little help. When she saw the state of affairs she at once tried to pull the hair loose, but work as she might, it was impossible; the glue had done its work perfectly. I here was nothing to l o done but to get a pair of scissors and cut it free. While this operation was proceeding Jessie Pair ' Thirty