"Cramming" the Wrong Boy.
A village schoolmaster.was told by the parson that he intended^ &: .bring a friend next morning to hear the 1 boys put through their paces in religious .teaching. They had. not received,m^ch^nstruction of that kind ; but it was necessary; to do ..sometiling. Accordingly he called his' little grey-smocked "first-class" before him, arranged the' members, in a certain order, grafted into each blossoming yokel .the particular question he intended to put to him-in the morning, and likewise added the correct answer. After priming the jTfi-.nr h-pofnl- ry,~ r,vA over again with ■I i-!nv-|Hv;iiv irnA,-i-.. ■ .: ventured to dismiss them. Next morning, while the visitors were being awaited, boy No 2 was i»ld to carry out two stone ink bottles iiito the back porch, rand -ordered to; clean! off the 2iv:.t .-if iiik mi-l the- r'atches of mat:nl ilu-■. >.-..;■: v .■.■ .-i-.-..n-.;. the two visitors walked . in. ", The • master, quite forgetting that one.of his first-class boys was .ib.M-n 1 in i!ii;l.u\ yard, commericed to pu ! :>: ■ i i«-- ii--i • ;o the class in ;the particular; order which he had • arranged, and promised. ,to one, boy he asked : "What is that part of "you, [my lad, that can never die ?" "My soul, sir," smartly replied the rustic, with an air, of confidence and decision, which was really quite admirable and surprising in lone so -young. The 1; visitors nodded tjieir approval, and the dominie continued his interrogations;- "Now you, my boy," ■he fiaid, pointing to the third boy in.the back row, " tell us who made you." Now the lad thus addressed occupied the very position which had been vacated by;the industrious pupil' out' in ithe popch. Accordingly, this was not his .proper question j and remembering the master's: positive instructions that he was only to give a certain answer to a certain question, he bravely remained dumb and quiescent, "Will you be quick jand tell me, sir ?" the master cried f out angrily, never dreaming of course, -that any hitch had occurred. No ; the' lad never opened his lips or twitched a muscle. Possibly he thought the master \ was " trying it on " with him. " Coma my dear child," the visitor ventured to interject seeing the painful chagrin ol\ the .dominie, "you should try to give your master some kind' of?'answer. 'Surely you know my lad, that it was God jwho made you?" "N,o sir, it wanna me!" the lad- at last burst fo^th. . " I'm sure it wanna, sir! The boy as God made is outside washing t' inkpots.—Exchange.
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"Cramming" the Wrong Boy., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2426, 10 May 1890
"Cramming" the Wrong Boy. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2426, 10 May 1890
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