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This charming teacher had a repertoire of stories that would make Scheherazade
of the Arabian Nights look mean in comparison. To us, the most pleasing thing
about these tales, which usually had some very slight connection with her life,
was the fact that she picked geography class to tell them in—no small thing
in itself.
Our class produced such a fine football team in this year that a picture of
it in action has embellished many subsequent school catalogues. We were also
well represented in the held day events of baseball, tennis, and track, some of
us even winning medals in spite of the keen competition put up by the seventh
grade.
How time flew! Once again came the time for fond farewells. We left
school looking forward to our Fourth Intermediate year under the able adminis­
tration of Mr. Mills.
Feeling a bit superior and elated by the title of Fourth Intermediates, we
ventured once more to school in the fall and sauntered into our classroom, with
which we were well acquainted through frequent mathematics classes held
therein the previous year. Mr. Mills, Cheshire-cat grin and all, was awaiting us
and assigned us to our desks. Our old crowd was amazed at the changes in the
class. The bright and shining faces of Lee Baker, Howard Gallagher, George
Otte, and Charlie Jacoby were recognized as being new, while we missed such
well-known characters as Gordon Allen, Dave Daly, and Marvin Perkins.
It can truthfully be stated that the class routine during our last year was
both very instructive and very pleasant. Every morning we enjoyed English
with Mrs. Paine, and spent as much time as possible in perambulating the
portable dictionary about the room. A textbook in which there was absolutely
no English climaxed our French course under the tutelage of Madame Warge.
Mr. White, to whom many of us had previously introduced ourselves in rather
embarrassing circumstances, conducted an interesting class in American History.
Needless to say, we continued arithmetic, still under the violent though success­
ful tactics of Mr. Mills. However, we always forgot the hardships of this class
in the afternoon, when "Pussy-foot” read us such literary gems as Brite and Fair
and The Adventures of Jimmy Brown. It would be a mistake to say that our
teacher read just for the sake of pleasing us; he undoubtedly enjoyed the narra­
tives fully as much as did his class. The year went blithely onward, with now
and then a humorous incident interrupting our more or less constant labor.
One day a bundle arrived in the locker room where all the mail was placed.
It was by no means of the regular run of parcels, and speculation became rife as
to what it might contain. "Coby” Darling appointed himself to discover the
exact contents of this long discussed monstrosity among bundle wrappers. A
corner was torn away and three or four cranberries rolled forth. Lo, the mystery
was solved! But, as a penalty for not leaving things alone which belonged to

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