among others, to a murderer, an evangelist, a pugilist, a thief, and an imbecile.
The murderer was a quiet little boy who sat on the front seat and regarded me with pale
blue eyes; the evangelist, easily the most popular boy in school, had the lead in the
Junior play; the pugilist lounged by the window and let loose at intervals a raucous
laugh that startled even the geraniums; the thief was a gay-hearted Lothario with a song
on his lips; and the imbecile , a soft eyed little animal seeking the shadows.
The murderer awaits death in the state penitentiary, the evangelist has lain a year now in
the village churchyard; the pugilist lost an eye in a brawl in Hong Kong, the thief
standing on tiptoe, can see the windows of my room from the county jail; and the once
gentle-eyed little moron beats his head against a padded wall in the state asylum.
All these pupils once sat in my room, sat and looked at me gravely across worn-down
desks. I must have been a great help to those pupils - I taught them the rhyming scheme
of the Elizabethan sonnet and how to diagram a complex sentence
- Naomi J. White.
(*Quoted from Student Teaching, 1940).
How many times this may have happened in your classroom is unknown.
---So take the time to go beyond reading, writing and 'rithmatic.
-Lives and Destinies hang in the balance-