"The Triple Alliance is Faith, Hope, and
Charity!"—EMMA JANE.
The Best Side.—A
penny was the object in question. The children had examined its
superscription—obverse and reverse, when little Polly shyly said,
"I like this side best, teacher"—pointing to Neptune and
the shield. "Why, Polly," demanded the teacher. "Cause
you can see the Queen riding on a bicycle!"
Jonah's
Prayer.—It was an infants' class of forty children or
thereby. The young teacher had found the way to the hearts of her
pupils, and the children quite forgot they were engaged in work.
Everything she said and did was real and right in their eyes, and her
Bible stories were a source of wondrous delight. They would not have
been astonished had they met Abraham or even some of the antediluvians
in the street. The head master, on visiting the room, found them all
interested in the career of Jonah, and told them he would come again to
learn what they could tell about the errant prophet. As he expected, he
found the story familiar to them, and so, with the view partly of trying
their power of expression and partly of witnessing the perplexity of the
embryo scholars, he asked them to tell him Jonah's prayer while he
was in the whale. Words to express their pent-up knowledge failed most
of them, but one more vigorous than the rest relieved himself thus:
"Jonah just said, 'God, lat me oot o'
this.'"
"When They're Running
About."—It is the venerable old question, "What
is a noun?" that has drawn out the hoary answer,
"Name of an animal, person, place, or thing." Of course the
inspector follows up with the almost equally antique "Am I a
noun?" and the little fellow tumbles into the creaking old trap
with a cheery "Yes, sir." "Are you a noun?" proceeds
the inspector, and the "Yes, sir" of the reply shows very
little loss of confidence. "Are all the boys in the class
nouns?" The sturdy little grammarian feels from the tone that
someone has blundered, and the "Yes, sir" this time has an
uncertain sound. Everything up to this point has been done in the most
approved fencing style—three cuts up and one down; all the moves
are as hackneyed as in the King's Knight's Pawn opening. It is
only when the inspector is about to effect Fool's
Mate——But let me give it as it happens. Inspector:
"What is a noun?" Boy: "Name of an animal, person,
place, or thing."—I.: "Am I a noun?"
B.: "Yes, sir."—I.: "Are you a
noun?" B.: "Yes, sir."—I.: "Are
all the boys in the class nouns?" B. (a little
doubtfully): "Yes, sir."—I.: "And are all
the boys running about in the playground nouns?" B.
(brightening up): "Please, sir, no, sir. When they're
running about they're verbs!"
Where the Ostrich Lays Its
Eggs.—A class was being questioned by H.M. inspector on the
ostrich. He asked the size of the ostrich egg, but could only get
"Very big" or "Very large" for answers, so he asked
them to mention something that would show him how big they were.
After some hesitation, one boy put his hand up, and when asked, replied:
"Please, sir, as big as your head." The inspector laughed, and
then asked: Where does the ostrich deposit its eggs?" Again the
same boy put up his hand and looked very anxious to be asked. When the
inspector said, "Well, my little man, where?" the boy replied,
"Please, sir, in our school museum!"
"Suffin' Red."—In Norwich
tomatoes are called by the ordinary folk "marters." This by
way of prologue. A young curate spent twenty minutes explaining to a
young class what a martyr was. "Now," said he, "what is a
Martyr?" The answer he received and did not expect was:
"Please, sir, suffin' red what you eat."
"He Hasn't To Eat
Sweets."—"Now, Johnnie," said a teacher,
"if I gave you a dozen sweets and you divided them equally between
your brother and yourself, how many would you give him?"
"Please, sir, none sir! Cos' mother says he hasn't to
eat sweets when he has worms."
He Knew.—H.M.
Inspector (examining village school): "What is the opposite of a
'spendthrift?'" No answer. "Well, what would you call
a man who sends you on errands and gives you nothing for going?"
Boy: "Parson, sir." [Confusion of parson
who was present and had gained a reputation for close-fistedness.]
Jack's
Prayer.—Little Jack's father was visiting London and
Christmastide was approaching. He had promised to bring a toy train for
his little son as a present from Father Christmas. The day that the
father was to travel Jack prayed—
"God bless papa, and bring him home safely,
And—and—and his luggage!"
Under a New
Name.—First class had taken poetry for the year from
Scott's "Marmion." In repeating simultaneously, one girl,
whose understanding of the sense must have been very hazy, amused her
classmates by repeating instead of—
"Where's Harry Blount, Fitz-Eustace, where?"
"Where's Harry Brown which used to swear?"
The Raison d'etre of the Nose.—At a
visit of one of the inspectors a "chat" had been going on with
the babies about "The Elephant and its Trunk," and at the
finish the H.M.I. pounced upon the accepted duffer of the class with
"Now, my dear, you shall tell me what your nose is for," and
was staggered with the reply, "Us haves it to wipe,
sir?"
A Good Reason.—A
short time ago a teacher was taking a lesson on the use of the hyphen.
Having written a number of examples on the blackboard, the first of
which was "bird-cage," he asked the boys to give a reason for
putting the hyphen between "bird" and "cage." After
a short silence one boy, who is among the dunces, held up his hand and
said, "It is for the bird to perch on, sir."
Why the Kitten
Died.—Visit of grandma—both four-year-old twins at
once: "Grandma, Ninny's dead." Grandma, surprised and
sorry,
"Poor Ninny, he must have been poisoned?" Great burst of grief
from both twins. Then a sudden lull from one of them. "Don't
cry, Ella; don't cry so much! 'He died to save us
all!'" [They had been to a children's service with the
maid on Good Friday.]
Where the Snow comes
from.—The other day a master visited the infant room during
a snowstorm. He was curious to know what ideas the little ones had of
snow, and questioned them about it. One little girl of five volunteered
the information that the snow was swept out of heaven. "But how
does it get into heaven?" asked the master. "Please, sir,
the angels scratch it off their wings," said the tiny
tot.
Bliss.—Teacher
(word-building): "Quite right! L-i-s-s spells liss, and if I
put 'b' in front what word do I get?" Small Boy:
"Bliss." Teacher: "Yes;
but that's a new word to you, and so I must tell you what it means.
It means peace or happiness or comfort. Now make me
a sentence containing this new word bliss." Small
Boy: "My big brother had a blister on his toe."
For the
Psychologist.—Here are four replies that well repay
consideration:—
Antidote: A silly ant.
Oblivious: Without a liver.
Sciatica: A sigh from the head.
Anchorite: A good man who anchored himself to
one place.
Why He Laughed.—The
master of a school had been much annoyed by a trick played upon him by
one of his boys. At last he thought he had caught the offender and
severely chastised him. To his surprise, the boy, instead of resenting
the chastisement, burst out laughing. The master, in a tone of anger
mingled with surprise, said: "How dare you
laugh, sir? Why are you so doing?" The boy, trying hard to suppress
his laughter, said: "Cos, please sir, you are hitting the wrong
boy."
The National
Anthem.—A little Yorkshire patriot of ten years gave the
following written version of "God Save the King":—
"God save are greasure King, long
leave are noble King,
God save are King.
Sened are Victoria, happy
and glory us
God Save are King."
A Modest Request.—It
was "play-time." Wordy warfare was being waged between two
cherubic little brothers of four and five summers. As the teacher drew
near:—"Please, teacher, can Stanley play on my harp?"
cried the bigger. "Yes, I shall! Yes, I shall!" taunted little
Stanley, dancing with mischievous joy. "But, Harold, you
haven't a harp," said the teacher. "When we're in
Heaven!" he muttered fiercely. "He says, when we're in
Heaven he shall play on my harp!"
Not So Far Out.—At a
recent visit of H.M.I. to an Essex school the children were saying a
piece of poetry entitled "The Wind in a Frolic." In this piece
occurs the line: "So on it went capering and playing its
pranks." The inspector stopped the class here, and asked the
class to tell him the meaning of capering, and also the name of any
animal that cuts capers. The answers given by several boys were a
kitten, a pup, a goat, a lamb, &c. However, a very happy thought
struck one small boy, who immediately put up his hand and said:
"A motor car!"
The Bear
Song.—Billie (aged four): "Mother dear, sing me
the bear song." The fond mother casting about in her mind for the
song in question, but to no avail, began to sing from her customary list
in the hope of hitting the right
one, but her efforts were cut short by the youngster's disapproval.
The mother's list of songs becoming exhausted, she changed from song
to hymn, and her efforts were rewarded when she reached the hymn,
"Hark, my soul"; but not until the third verse was being
sung,
"Can a woman's tender care
Cease toward the child she bare,"
did this fond mother appreciate the bear song.
More Ways Than
One.—The teacher was busy at his desk, trying to discover
the error which prevented the register from balancing, when a youngster
of seven years walked forward with his hand up. "What do you
want?" said the teacher, without turning round. "Please, sir,
Jock Broon's callin' me names," was the reply. "Oh,
get away!" exclaimed the teacher, again settling to his work. He
had totalled up to near the top of the column, when the same youngster
again appeared and said: "Please, sir, Jock's doing it
again."
The teacher was so annoyed at the second interruption that he sharply
reprimanded "Jock," and threatened to punish him if he again
repeated the offence. Turning to his desk, the teacher made a determined
effort to discover the error in the totals, when his tormentor again
appeared. Seizing the cane, the teacher turned to him and demanded to
know what he wanted. "Please, sir, Jock's whistlin'
it," he answered.
A Mixed Grill.—The
wife of a duke is a "ducky."
A veteran is "a man what does hosses."
Coolies are "men that live in cold
countries."
Mailboats are "boats that only carry
men."
A husbandman is "a man with two wives."
"The first words of Zacharias on recovering his
speech were: 'I am dumb.'"
Of course it was a boy who wrote that a graven image
is "an idle maid with hands."
"Six days shalt thy neighbour do all that thou hast to
do."
"They 'ad to do
it."—An inspector once asked a teacher during a lesson
in Mental Arithmetic if she ever allowed a pupil to propose questions to
the children. The teacher replied that she had done so. H.M.I. then
asked, "Who would like to ask the other children a question?"
Several hands went up instantly. "Come on, Tommy." Tommy
marched in front of his class with an air of importance and confidence,
born of experience, and blurted out: "A million articles at
half-a-crown each." Inspector: "Well, Tommy, what do
you make it yourself?" Tommy: "Please, sir, they
'ad to do it, not me."
Little Jim.—Some
years ago a teacher was hearing a class read the poem "Little
Jim." He had been trying very hard to teach expressive reading. The
children had been brought almost
to tears by hearing the teacher read the verse describing the death
scene, when he called on a boy to read the verse describing the return
of the dead child's father. The reader evidently trusted too much to
memory, for, in all earnestness and with beautiful expression, he
read—
"He saw that all was over
He knew the child was dead;
He took the candle in his hand
And walked upstairs to bed."
An Excellent
Reason.—"Who," asked the teacher, "is your
favourite writer?" Johnnie answered, "Samuel."
"Why?" replied the teacher. "Because"
answered Johnnie, "I like to read about him!"
Why You
Couldn't.—As an exercise in composition upper standards
had occasionally to write what they could upon a given maxim. The one
given was: "You can't put old heads on young
shoulders." One boy gave up his paper to the master, who, upon
scanning it, found the first sentence to be as follows: "Of
course you can't, and if you did they wouldn't
fit."
Sold Again.—During
the annual examination the children in the Fifth Standard were asked to
give an example of a sentence containing more than one subject. This,
the inspector thought, would constitute a poser. Instantly, however, up
rose a ragged, shock-headed "hoyden," who straightway began to
quote from Browning's "Pied Piper":—
"'Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,
Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,
Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,
Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,
Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,
Families by tens and dozens,
Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives,
Followed the Piper for their lives.'"
The School House was
Exempt.—The master
of a village school in the vicinity of Dundee was in the habit of giving
out an essay to be written at home by the pupils of the first class. One
Friday afternoon he gave as the subject for the weekly exercise,
"Local Events." At that time scarlet fever was very prevalent
in the district. One pupil of promising parts took this fact for the
subject of his essay. He dwelt on the sad ravages which had taken place
in the neighbourhood as the result of the epidemic, and finished by
saying how pleased he was that the dreadful scourge had not visited the
school house, "for the Lord delighteth not in the death of the
wicked."
A Sympathetic
Rendering.—A boy in a Board School recently gave the
following rendering of the verse in the "Wreck of the
Hesperus":—
"Then up and spake an old sailor,
Had sailed the Spanish main;
'I pray thee put into yonder port,
For I fear the horrid cane.'"
Heaven-sent Physic.—The Diocesan
Inspector: "Now, my dear children, tell me how Sodom and
Gomorrah were destroyed." Sharp Boy: "Brimstone and
treacle from heaven, sir."
A Lesson on
Fractions.—Teacher (giving lesson on fractions):
"Here, children, is a piece of meat; if I cut it in two, what shall
I have?" Class (tutti): "Halves!" Teacher:
"And if I cut my pieces again in two, what do I get?" Class
(tutti): "Quarters!" Teacher: "And if I again
do the same?" Class (half-chorus): "Eighths!"
Teacher: "Good. If we continue in the same way, what shall
we have?" Class (a duet): "Sixteenths!"
Teacher: "Very good. Let us cut our pieces once more in two,
what then shall we have?" Class: Several bars rest. Dead
silence. However, in the corner one pair of eyes twinkled.
Teacher: "Well, Johnny, what shall we have?"
Johnny (solo): "Mincemeat, ma'am!"
"Don't be Afraid,
Fido."—A little dog was trembling with fear at the
high wind. Little Polly put her arms round it, saying: "Don't
be afraid, Fido; all the hairs of your head are
numbered."
The Thing that there
Isn't.—"What is a nib?" asked a little reader
of four years. "Oh, I know!" said Dick; "it is that
thing that there isn't when you buy a pen."
A Quaint Prayer.—A
dear little child was saying her prayers aloud beside her mother's
knee, and added a prayer on her own account: "Oh, please, dear God,
make me pure, absolutely pure as Epps' cocoa."
What he did for a
Living.—Teacher: "Now, John, what did Moses do for a
living while he was staying with Jethro?" John: "Please,
sir, he married one of his daughters."
An Old Friend under a New Name.—The
six-year-olds had been hearing the story of the Good Samaritan. Teacher:
"Who came along after the priest?" Willie: "Please,
miss, the fleabite."
What becomes of the
Moons.—H.M.I.: "You have all heard of new moons, full
moons, and crescent moons. What becomes of the old moons?"
"Please, sir, they are cut up to make stars," was a
girl's reply.
Cute!—The teacher was
questioning the class at the end of the object-lesson on the
"Cat." "How is it that pussy can see in the dark?"
said he. "Because they feed her on lights," answered
the smart boy of the class.
Gross Darkness.—In
reading from the Bible that gross darkness covered the face of the
earth, the teacher asked what gross darkness meant. The top
boy in mental arithmetic said: "One hundred and forty-four times
darker than ordinary darkness."
A Novel
Weapon.—"With what weapon did David slay the
Philistines?" asked the examiner. "Please, sir," answered
a child, "the axe of the Apostles."
Faith.—"What is
Faith?" asked the inspector. "Faith," replied a
ten-year-old, "is that quality which enables us to believe what
we know to be untrue."
A
Fishing-net.—"A fishing-net," wrote an
ingenious Standard III. boy, "is a lot of little holes joined
together by a bit of string."
Too Literal.—Teacher
(to newly-joined pupil): "What's your name?" Boy:
"Smiff." Teacher: "Where do you come from?" Boy:
"I dun'no."
Teacher: "Ever been to school before?" Boy (more brightly):
"Yus." Teacher: "Was it a Board School?" Boy:
"No, brick."
Excused (scarlet fever is
bad in village).—Teacher: "Why did you stay away from school
yesterday?" "Please sir, muvver's ill." Teacher
(anxiously): "What does the doctor say it is?" "Please
sir, he says it's a girl."
Defining a
Parable.—The definition usually taught for a parable is,
"An earthly story with a heavenly meaning." At an examination
one boy wrote, "A heavenly story with no earthly meaning."
Jacob's
Dream.—There is an amusing and, I believe, a true story
concerning that wonderful dream of Jacob's and the angels going up
the ladder to heaven. "Please, sir," asked one of the boys in
the class to which the story was being rehearsed, "why did the
angels want to go up the ladder when they had wings?" This
nonplussed the teacher, who took a strategic movement to rear by saying,
"Ah, yes! Why? Perhaps one of the boys can answer that." And
one did. "Please, sir," said he, "because they
was a-moulting."
W.H.S.B.—I am told
that an inspector of schools recently asked a boy attending one of the
West Ham School Board's schools what the letters W.H.S.B. carved
over the door meant, and was at once informed "What Ho! She
Bumps."
A Successful
Failure.—The following amazing and amusing attempt at
composition was the actual effort of a boy who was being examined for a
"full-time" exemption certificate. The inspector had told the
children to write in their own words the substance of any story
they had ever read in their own reading-books.
This is what the budding "full-timer" produced: "A Fox
and a Crow in porse I well no, many Good Things are request a Crow
having venchurd a Dairy too go found a nice peace of chease which she
flew in her beek to the top of a tree. A Fox just dined for chease felt
inclined. She saw her fly." Poor chap! he had tried to reproduce
the following:—
The fox and the crow,
In prose I well know,
Many good little girls can rehearse.
I think it will tell,
Pretty nearly as well
If we try the same fable in verse.
In a dairy a crow
Having ventured to go,
Some food for her young ones to seek,
Flew up in a tree,
With a fine piece of cheese,
Which she joyfully held in her beak.
A fox who lived by,
To the tree saw her fly,
And to share in the prize made a vow,
For having just dined,
He for cheese felt inclined,
So he went and sat under the bough.
"'Tis a very fine day."
Not a word did she say.
"The wind, I believe, ma'am, is south
A fine harvest for peas."
Then he looked at the cheese,
But the crow did not open her mouth.
Sly Reynard, not tired,
Her plumage admired,
How charming! how brilliant its hue!
The voice must be fine
Of a bird so divine,
"So pray, let me hear it, now do!
"Believe me, I long
To hear a sweet song."
The silly crow foolishly tries,
But she scarce gave one caw,
When the cheese she let fall,
And the fox ran off with the prize.
Especially for
Me.—Last Christmas I was distributing the prizes at the
Upper Kennington Lane Board School. I wound up with an exhortation to
the boys to be good during the coming year. Said I: "Now, boys, see
that when I come again next Christmas I shall hear an excellent account
of you, and shall not have to be told that you have got
into any trouble or mischief. "Same to you, sir!"
shouted the whole school with one accord. Whether this was quiet humour
or a mechanical reply to the time-honoured "Merry Christmas,
boys!" which they had taken my final words to imply I cannot say.
But I am trying to live up to the injunction as this little book
attests.
The Animal
Kingdom.—Teacher: "Yes, children, we are animals.
Quite right. How do you know we are animals?" Tommy:
"Because it says we are Jesus's lambs!"
Loyal
Subjects.—Teacher: "What did the angels sing when they
came to the shepherds?" Little One: "God save our Gracious
King!"
Need for Caution.—One
morning the curate of the parish visited the village school to conduct
the usual morning service. He proceeded to give a lesson to the upper
standards on "Regeneration." He commenced by asking the class
if any of them could tell him the meaning of the word
"Regeneration," but no reply was forthcoming. It therefore
fell to the curate to define the word. He said, "Regeneration means
to be born again." Addressing himself to one little fellow, the
curate said, "Now, my little boy, wouldn't you like to be born
again?" "No, I shouldn't," answered he. "For
why?" asked the curate. The boy quickly responded, "Because
I should be afraid of being a girl next time!"
Not to be Beaten.—A
short time ago a lady gave a children's party, to which a little boy
of four was invited. The next day he was giving some account of the fun,
etc., etc., and said that every little visitor had contributed either
song or recitation, music or dance, for the pleasure of the rest.
"Oh dear! Jack!" said his mother "How
very unfortunate you could do nothing!" Jack (with bravado):
"Yes I could. I was not to be beaten, so I just stood up and
said my prayers!"
Fold Arms.—Inspector
enters babies' room smiling. Inspector: "Now, all look at me; I
want you to be very good. What is it to be good?" Baby hand rises.
Inspector: "Well?" Baby: "Please, mam, to fold our
arms." Inspector: " Oh! How does that make you good?"
Baby: "Please, mam, it keeps our bellies warm."
Self-Possessed.—She
was four, and had just been promoted from the babies' class. It was
a "number" lesson, and the little maid was first given three
small blocks and then two others. "How many have you now?" she
was asked. "One and one make two," was the reply. "Yes, I
know, but I asked how many blocks you had
now?" "One and one make two," was again the answer.
"Yes, but what do three and two make?" The little
arithmetician removed her thumb from her mouth, jerked it in the
direction of the small boys at the other side of the room, and said,
"One o' them'll tell you."
One Reason.—Vicar
(catechising on cruelty): "Can any boy tell me what those
marvellous insects are that travel on tracks of their own making in the
woods?" Chorus: "Ants." Vicar: "Quite right. Now I
have seen boys cruel enough to stamp on the laborious ants. Should you
do so?" Chorus: "No, sir." Vicar: "Girls don't
stamp on ants. Why not, Todd?" Todd: "Please, sir, 'cos
they gets up their legs!"
Rough on the School-Board
Man.—Letter from parent: "Dear Miss,—Pleese to
scuse my Arry from a comin to scool this afternoon as 'e
was nocked down by a bycycle this mornin an I dont want none of them
nosey old scool bored men after me, from Mrs. ——."
Why Rachel was
Away.—"Dear Madam,—Plese exkuse Rachel Abrams as
she had to go and fech her mother's liver."
'Nuff Said.—A
tiny tot in the babies' room was being scolded by her teacher for
having dirty hands. "You naughty girl! how dare you come to school
with those dirty hands?" With tears streaming down her face the
little tot answered, "Pease, teacher, I ain't dot no
more!"
A Sensational
Opening.—Teacher giving object-lesson on "Mice"
to five-year-olds before H.M.I. introduces lesson by asking, "What
animal is it which, when you are in bed, comes out of its hole
and runs about the floor?" Five-year-old (in loud tones):
"It is the li-on!"
Excused.—"Plese
sur mister will you escus Charlee not been to scool as he as got no
trouses and is farther wont let him come without—your torueley
Mrs. B——."
The Pharisees.—By a
small Londoner: "The Fareses was a very minjy, measley lot. One day
one of them gave Our Lord a penny, and Our Lord held it out in His hand
and looked at it with scorn, and said, 'Whose subscription is
this?'"
"On
Satdy."—Composition exercise by a nine-year-old:
"On Satdy I do all the work, and then I go over and do all my Ants,
in the afternoon I take Missis greens baby out in the Pram, i get a
apeny on Satdy, sumtimes I by bulls i's. On Satdy nite I have a baf
and wate up for my farther."
The Soul of Wit.—The
teacher had given to each of a junior class a simple and familiar
subject for composition. For twenty minutes the class composed, and was
composed. The genius of the little group had been instructed to write
about "Our Cat." The result of his twenty minutes deep
cogitation and tremendous effort was the following essay, almost
matchless for brevity, clearness, completeness, and, moreover, depth of
pathos: "Our cat is dead!"
A Bit on Each
Way.—Some lads who were beginning to write composition were
told to write an essay on the horse. One lad had given a good
description of the animal and wished to write something about its tail.
He wrote the following
sentence: "The horse sometimes has a long tail or
tale." When asked why he had written down the two words he
replied that "he thought that if one was marked wrong the other
would sure to be right."
The Exception.—The
Tenth Commandment, up to date, as given at a recent Scripture
examination by a lad of seven summers: "Thou shalt not covet my
nabours wife, thou shalt not covet my nabours house, nor his servant nor
his made nor his ox nor is ass nor anything but is ears."
See that Ye Fall Not
Out.—Down in Hampshire a curate was giving a Scripture
lesson on Joseph and his brethren. He asked the boys why Joseph said,
"See that ye fall not out by the way." A boy from a
neighbouring village, used to riding about the farm, replied,
"Cause they had no tailboord to the caart."
It is Possible.—During a Scripture
lesson, which was being taken by a clergyman, some boys were asked each
to give a text from the Bible. One lad said, "And Judas went and
hanged himself." "Well!" said the reverend gentleman,
"that is hardly a good text," and, pointing to another lad,
asked him to give a text, and the lad said, "Go thou and
do likewise!"
Indignation.—The
following story is an amusing instance of the way in which boys mix
their stories historical or scriptural. When asked for the reply of
Naaman the leper to the command to wash seven times in Jordan, a boy
gave the answer as, "Is thy servant a dog that he should do this
thing?"
No Room for the Conscientious
Objector.—A short time ago a teacher was giving a lesson on
the Birth of Christ, when she referred the class to
the 9th chapter of Isaiah, and verse 6, which reads: "For unto us a
Child is born, unto us a Son is given, and the government shall be
upon His shoulder," &c. Here the teacher asked what was
meant by the government being upon His shoulder. One child, holding up
her hand, said, "Please, teacher, it means that the child Jesus
will have to be vaccinated."
The Widow Again.—The
teacher had been giving a lesson on Magna Charta, during the course of
which he tried to impress on the children the benefits certain Articles
conferred on Englishmen at the present day. He especially drew attention
to Article 20, and called upon a boy at the close of the lesson to
repeat that Article. Boy: "No freeman, merchant, or villain, shall
be excessively fined for a small offence; the first shall not be
deprived of his means of livelihood; the second of his merchandise; and
the third of his implements of husbandry." Teacher:
"Can anyone tell me the name of an
implement of husbandry." Little Girl: "Please, sir! a
widow."
Thoughtful.—Billy, an
urchin of five, going to school, takes an apple from his pocket, spits
on it, and rubs it vigorously on his dirty and ragged trousers.
"Hallo, Billy! What are you doing that for?" Billy (holding up
apple and looking pleased): "'Tis for taicher. Her wont ait
un if he's dirty."
The Correct Thing to
Say.—Town lad's composition on "A
Half-holiday": "Yesterday we had a half-holiday and I enjoyed
myself very much. After dinner I did the knives and forks and cleaned
the windows and the boots. Then a boy came round with a football and
wanted me to go to the park with him. But I could not go because my
mother was going out and I had to mind the baby. When she came home we
had tea, and then I went to my place and took out
orders till nine o'clock. Then I went to bed and came to school this
morning. I enjoyed myself very much."
Subject to a
Proviso.—Composition by boy, age seven.
Time.—Morning previous to half-holiday for the opening of
Kew Bridge by the King. Subject.—What I shall do this
afternoon. "Wen I have had my diner I shall call for Bob Scott and
his mother mite let me play tops with him in there yard. Then we shall
go on the Common to here the band, and if my tea is not ready I will
wait to see the King go by and I will wave my cap at him and I
expect he will wave his at me."
The Rain and the
Unjust.—A smart boy's composition on rain: "Rain
comes down from heaven on the just and the unjust, but mostly upon the
just, because the unjust have borrowed
the umbrellas of the just and have forgotten to return them."
A Surprising
Prayer.—"How do we pray for the magistrates in the
Litany?" asked the Vicar. "That it may please Thee to bless
and keep the magistrates, giving them grace to execute all Bishops,
Priests, and Deacons," answered the unconscious boy.
The
"Egg-cups."—I had set the class, writes a
teacher, an essay to write on "Good Manners." They had to
think about it one evening and write it the next day in school. When
correcting the exercise I came upon the following: "When you
have the egg-cups it is good manners to put your hand before your mouth
and say, 'Manners before ladies and gentlemen.'"
Balaam and the
Ass.—The story as reproduced in a South London boy's
essay: "It was about
an owld gentleman as was a-wallopin' of a donkey and as the donkey
was stupied he whached it with a stick, the donkey ran agin a wall and
squeezed the gentlemans leg and he walloped it then and no mistake and
serve it right. Then the donkey began to speak and told him, and told
him he was wicked to serve him in that ere style, and a angel come down
and took sides with the donkey and preached a sarmint to the owld
gentleman and they all went away jolly."
An Excuse for Late Arrival at
School.—The village tailor sent a note to the schoolmaster
as his son James was very late one afternoon. The following is the
effusion:—
"Schoolmaster dear don't cane the youth,
He's not in fault to tell the truth,
His mother is the greatest sinner.
She would not give the kid his dinner."
Dropped into Poetry.—The following
reply, writes a teacher, was received by me some years ago from a
parent, evidently of a poetical turn of mind, in answer to an inquiry as
to the cause of his boy's absence from school:—
"I'm full of wants and minus riches,
Truth is, William has no breeches,
I mean to buy a pair to-night,
To-morrow he will come all right.
Accept this plain apology
From, dear Sir, ever yours, E. B."
On another occasion I suspected William of
truant-playing, and sent a boy to make inquiry, when immediately came
back the answer:—
"At one p.m. was sent to school,
So must have played the nick,
If thrashing truants is a rule,
With my leave, use the stick."
William is now a hard-working and well-known
missionary in ——.
Found Out.—A school attendance officer
quite recently met a lad who, instead of being at school, was wending
his way to a public-house for a pint of beer. "How is it you are
not at school, my boy?" said the man of law. "It's washing
day, and I'm going for a pint of ale for my mother." He let the
boy go on his errand and walked straight to the lad's house.
"Good morning, Mrs. So-and-so. How is it your boy is not at school
this morning?" "Ah! bless you," she says, "the poor
lad's ill in bed, and has been the past two days. I'm afraid we
shall never rear him, for you see he's been delicate ever sin he was
born." "Can I see him?" returned the officer.
"Certainly, if you'll wait a minute till I see if he's
awake. He's had a bad night, and I should not like to disturb him if
he's asleep." The good lady went on tiptoe to the foot of the
stairs and called out very softly, "Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, are you
awake?" Returning to the attendance officer she said, "You
see, Mr. Schoolboard,
Johnny's asleep, and it would be such a pity to disturb him."
Just as she finished, in walks Johnny with the pint of beer. The old
lady, to make the best of a bad job, threw up her hands and exclaimed,
"My dear Johnny, how did you get out? What a bad lad to get out
of the bedroom window again, after all I've said!"
A Trifle
Inconsistent.—An excited woman rushed into school one
morning holding a lad by the jacket collar. The moment she got inside
she shouted out, "Now, master, here's a lad that's been
playing the wag [truant], and I don't intend to leave this blessed
spot until I see him skinned. Please, master, skin him alive! I must
see him skinned!" she said. To make the best of a serious case,
the master replied, "Well, I don't skin till ten o'clock,
and it is only a quarter past nine yet, so you had better sit down till
I'm ready." She took a seat, still holding the lad by the
collar, and he went to his
desk. In about five minutes she sent the boy to his class, and coming up
to the master, whispered very softly into his ear: "Please,
master, don't touch the poor lad, he's so delicate, you could
almost blow him away with a breath!"
Johnny Worked the
Clock.—"Plese Sir dont cain pore jonny he as been
keping the clock agoing with a stick cos is father mendid it an it wont
go now an jonny kep the clock agoing so as I would no the time so no
more as it leaves me at present. ——."
Blurted Out the
Truth.—A mother came with a truant one morning and said,
"Please excuse my boy, he has been ill the last fortnight."
The master said, "Very good, let him go to his class." The
woman then turned suddenly round and, seizing the lad by the jacket,
gave him a good shaking, saying at the same time, "I'll
break every bone in
your dirty carcase if I've to come again and tell a pack of lies
like this for you."
The Point of
View.—Overheard in infants playground. Little Girl:
"It's my grannie's funeral to-day. I've got
threepence halfpenny and a packet of sweets already."
A Trifle Mixed.—Poor
Johnny had been on an errand for his mother and was consequently late
for school. His mother, in order to coax him, prepared to write a note
to his teacher explaining his lateness. The look on Johnny's face
made the mother somewhat dubious about Johnny's going to school, and
this is how the note read: "Dear Sir,—Please excuse Johnny
for being late, and kindly let me know if he hasn't
been."
She was Sorry.—A boy
was absent from school. The teacher sent to his home to ask the reason.
The answer came back that he was playing truant—sent by the
mother. The next day the master made inquiries, and found that the
mother had sent this message because she did not wish the boy's
father, who was at home when the messenger arrived, to know that
she had kept him at home. During this time the boy himself was
hidden in a cupboard. A few weeks after a similar occurrence happened,
and a like answer was sent to the master by the mother. The next day the
boy appeared with the following note: "Sir,—Sorry my boy was
away yesterday, but he had to go to the hospital and was kept, and I
never sent him yesterday, and I was sorry to tell a lye like last
time. Please forgive me again.—Mrs. ——."
"The
Lavender."—"Deer Sur,—Plese let Jon go
to the lavender wen hever he wants as he as had some
metson.—Yours truly, Mrs. ——."
"Res Angusta Domi."—In a
village school in Devonshire the master had one morning been giving a
lesson on the life of Jacob. Just as he was concluding he asked whether
Jacob was rich or poor. Some stated that he was rich, while others held
a contrary view. Eventually one of the lads who had stated that Jacob
was poor was asked for his reason, and he replied as follows:
"Please, sir, the Bible says Jacob slept with his fathers, and if
he had been a rich man he would have had a bed to
his-self."
The
Postman.—"The postman has to be up erly in the morning
to meet the males at the station. Then he takes them to the G.P.O. where
they are soughted out. Then he ties up his streets in bungles, and goes
quickly from door to door, because the passengers dont' like to have
their letters delaid. On his way back, he collects the pillow boxes, and
conveys them to the G.P.O.
Inside the postmen they are stamping letters. The postman is a simple
servent because he works for the goverment and wear a uniform. He has a
good time at Xmas I should like to be a postman then. He gets plenty of
Xmas boxes and can read all the picture postcards."
Exactly.—The other
week Standard V. were asked to write an essay on "My Home."
This is how one boy commenced: "Our house is in Peel Green Road.
It is on the left side going up, and the right side coming
down."
On Girls.—By a
boy.—"There are two sorts of children, boys and girls and of
the two boys are the best. Girls cause all the rows and quarrels. They
think they are wonderful if they can get a bird's feather stuck in
their hat. They are proud and vain and are always gossipping and making
mischief. I simply hate them. They boast of what they can do, this that
and the other and a fat lot it is when it comes to the put. If there
were no girls and women in the world, it would be a very peaceful place.
They love to sit and rest. Girls do vary from day to day. On washing
days they think they are nearly killed. They would rather gossip half a
day, than walk half a mile. Its no good, they are a bad race and
deceitful. If your wife sells anything she keeps a shilling back. Girls
like to wear rings and think they are ladies. They bob their hair on the
top like mountains and wears a fringe to make us boys think they are
pretty, but aint they just deceived. The young men have a hard job to
find a good and hard working wife in these days. Girls are cowards and I
never knew one to face danger. If a cow looks at them they run and cry.
Boys go about with their eyes open and their mouths shut, just the
opposite to girls. Boys are also strong and useful while
girls are timid, frightened weak little creatures. I would not be a girl
for £10."
"Your
Grace."—A certain duchess, well known for the interest
she takes in the progress of education, once visited a school in
L—— and began to talk freely to a mite in the first
standard. Several questions were put to the child, to which the latter
replied, "Yes, ma'am," or "No, ma'am." The
teacher of the class was annoyed at the frequency with which the scholar
used the word "ma'am," and at last said, "You must
say 'Your Grace.'" The duchess laughed heartily when the
child began, "Lord, make us truly thankful,
&c."
About a
"Cinmattergraf."—"We had a grand
cinmattergraf at school on November 30th by Eddyston. Eddyston is
America man. He invented to make it. Cinmattergraf works very
fonny. If you swing a stone round it is in your eye a tenth of a cetend
after you have stopet. If you are in a dark room and somebody brings a
light it is in your eye a tenth of a cetend. The cinmattergraf is like a
fonagrapt. It is like a mager lantin. A cinmattergraf is eaquil to five
thousand candles. The ribbing rowls off one rowler on to another rowler.
The cinmattergraf was worked by angle. It is like a soingnmersheen. It
will play any song. The cinmattergraf talks like people. You cant
understand what a gramophone says. When you light the oxgin it not give
much light. When one of the things is burken the other blows in and it
give bleu light. When the man shows the foters he has to put the lamp
out. Because if he does not put the lamp out the pictures look shady. It
is the light which helps to show the pictures. The pictures on the
cinmattergraf are only an inch big. One picture that it showed was a
woman laughting, and you could see every form her mouth was in. When
all the pictures were put together they were a quarter of a mile
long."
Concerning the
Horse.—Standard III. boy's essay: "The horse does
not belong to the cat tribe, because its paws are hoofs. It breathes
with its gills when it is young and chews the cud just like other
people. There are many kinds of horses such as racer horses and hunters
and worker horses and little welsh ponies. A mule is a horse with long
ears and if a horse had long ears it would be called a donkey. You can
see the age of a horse if you look in its mouth. It is defensive with
its hind legs and when they kick you, you say, Woe."
The Retort
Courteous.—One of my boys, writes a friend, had his hair
notched in a disgraceful manner one morning, and I quietly asked him who
cut it. The accompanying note was the result:
"from missus ——,—sir—as you seam so anshus
to no wear my boy ad is air cut i wish to tell you that i put im in the
cole seller al larst nite so as the rats cood nibbel hit horf and i cood
save tuppence."
On the Baby.—"A
baby is a man or woman as they first enter the world, and is sometimes
called a infant, and they bring plenty of joy to its parents. Babies
need much care because the bones are not strong enough for the baby to
be used naturally. When a baby is a few months old a malecart is wanted
so as to give it some fresh air, and it as to be nursed till it can
crawle about on the flour. Most women like babies very much and
wouldn't do without them. When first it is born it is very teisey
and begins to cry, and they are enough to make anyone mad. It also needs
a lot of care, for it will enhail any disease. Baby is the pet of the
family, especially mother, who if the baby is a boy he becomes her
darling boy in after
years. When baby is about four years old it is briched if it is a boy,
but if a girl she remains in her same clothes. To look after a baby is
very awkard if you ain't used to it, for they jump and kick and have
to be carefully handled. It is crisined when it is old enough to eat
solid food. Some babies are very tiresome and have to be nutritiously
looked after. My father told me that he came in a little blue box, but
learned men say we came from monkeys. If the mother trys to learn it to
walk very early it will make them bandy. My baby is a dear little
thing!"
"To keep milk from turning sour you should leave
it in the cow."—Jane, aged 10.
"The Duke of Marlborough was a great general, who
always fought with a fixed determination to win or
lose."—Our Sammy, aged 11.
"The name of Cæsar's wife was Cæsarea. She was above
suspicion."—Small Boy's History
Paper.
EXCUSED!
Teacher: "Why did you
stay away yesterday, Jimmy?"
Jimmy: "Please, sir,
muvver's ill!"
Teacher: "Oh!
that's bad! What does the doctor say it is?"
Jimmy: "Please, sir,
he says it's a girl!"
Fond Mother: "Charley,
do you know God's other name?"
Charley: "Yes, mamma,
we learnt it to-day. Harold be Thy name!"
Parental Note: "Dear
Sir,—Don't hit our Johnny. We never do it at home except in
self-defence!"
Head Master: "How did
God bless Abraham?"
Small Boy (in whose home there has just been
a Double Event): "By giving him only one baby at a time!"
Mistress: "Why is a
motor-car called 'She'?"
Small Boy: "Because it
is driven by a man!"
Teacher: "Now, Frank,
if you are not a good boy you won't go to heaven."
Frank: "Oh, well! I
went with father in Mr. B.'s yacht, and I went to the circus. A
little boy can't expect to go everywhere!"
H.M. Inspector: "If I
dig right down through the earth, where shall I come to?"
Small Boy (who has been
commended at the Diocesan Examination): "The devil and all his
works!"
Teacher: "What is a
Mediator?"
Small Boy: "A chap who
says hit me instead!"
JUVENILE COMPLAINTS.
(AS DESCRIBED IN PARENTAL EXCUSE NOTES.)
"New Roger"—Neuralgia.
"Real Raw Jaw"—Neuralgia.
"Piper's Dance"—St. Vitus
Dance.
"Haricot Veins"—Varicose Veins.
"Double Demoniacks"—Double
Pneumonia.
"Scarlet Concertina"—Scarletina.
"Illustrated Throat"—Ulcerated
Throat.
"Information of the Eye"—Inflammation
of the Eye.
[AND SO ON.]
Teacher: "What is
luke-warm water?"
Small Girl: "Water
that lukes warm but isn't!"
Teacher: "Now, little
ones, you can take off your warm overcoats. Can the bear take his
off?"
Little Ones: "No,
miss!"
Teacher: "Why
not?"
Delighted Little One: "Because only God
knows where the buttons are!"
"The anshent Britons painted themselves all over
blue with the juce obtained from the tree o nolledge of Good and
Evil."—From Harry's Composition
Exercise.
Teacher: "What is a
widow?"
Little Girl: "A lady
what marries the lodger!"
Teacher: "What is
this?"
Young Hopeful: "A
picture of a monkey."
Teacher: "Can any
child tell me what a monkey can do?"
Young Hopeful:
"Please, teacher, a monkey can climb up a tree."
Teacher: "Yes, and
what else can a monkey do?"
Young Hopeful:
"Please, teacher, climb down again!"
Boy (reading): "She threw herself into
the river. Her husband, horror-stricken, rushed to the
bank——"
Teacher (interposing):
"What did he run to the bank for?"
Boy: "To get the
insurance money!"
H.M. Inspector: "If
twenty feet of an iceberg be above the water, about how much is
below the water?"
Jim: "All the
rest!"
Tommy: "Mamma, who
made the lions and the elephants?"
Mamma: "God, my
dear."
Tommy: "And did He
make the flies, too?"
Mamma: "Yes, my
dear."
Tommy (after a period of
profound reflection): "Fiddlin' work making flies!"
Teacher: "Why cannot we hear the bear
walk about?"
Child in Lancashire Town:
"Because it hasn't got no clogs on!"
H.M. Inspector was examining a class of infants on the
value of money. He held up a threepenny-piece and a penny. "Now, my
children, which would you rather have, this small piece of money or the
large one?" A little one held up her hand. "Well?"
"Please, sir, the large one." "And why would you rather
have the large one?" "Because my mother would make me put the
threepenny-bit in my money-box, but I could spend the penny."
Tommy is in the Second Standard, and aged eight. The
class was asked to write a short letter to teacher describing their
doings on Guy Fawkes night. He began in right good style with the
orthodox "Dear Miss C——." Everything went quietly
till the close.
It was then that Tommy shone. He wound up: "I remain, your loving
son in who I am well pleased,——"
"Manners is a very good thing when you are trying
for a situation."—From James Henry's
Composition.
The essay was upon "Dreams." One boy who has
a great dread of arithmetic dreamt he was in heaven, where his teacher
kept calling out, "No sums right, stand up!"
Teacher: "Well, well,
James! Home lesson sums all wrong!"
James: "Yes, teacher.
I knew they would be. Father would help me!"
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