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mine. I suppose if I knew anything about music
I should not mind it, but the "why and wherefore" of it
all is that I cannot tell one note from another. So, when
after coming in from the playground at the morning re-y
cess, I slowly obey the commands, "Take music books,"
"Stand," "Pass," "Good active position," and others
of the same nature, music hath no charms to soothe my
savage breast. As soon as the preliminaries are over and
we settle down to good, sound singing, I forget that I
cannot read a note and I sing with all my might just to
keep that terrible "U" from a space labeled "Music"
on my report card. George Leahy,
Eighth Grade, 1706 Linden Avenue.
THE LIKENESS MISSING.
I am sitting at my desk with my brush poised in my
right hand. Before me are some beautiful, fragile nastur
tium blossoms, taken from the bright sunshine and pinned
to boards is such a manner that I immediately think of
Bluebeard's wives. I am supposed to portray those dar
lings, and forthwith prepare to transfer some paint from
the pan to the paper.
Ah! What a blot. Is it a rising sun or a hair-rob
bon? I make more blots, and in the excitement of the
moment, congratulate myself upon the brilliant coloring.
Stems come next. They are easier to make. I fill
my brush with green paint and make some wriggling lines,
like serpents. I can't resist the temptation to put heads
on them, and the result is some very pretty nasturtium
buds. A few leaves are also attached to the serpents.
The teacher comes around in a few moments- and I ask
her if she thinks my nasturtiums will be pinned upon the
blackboard. I hardly think so," she replies, and then
I begin to analyze my "work of art" more critically.
May Flora forgive me! Have I ever thought that a
YetI have seen others go thru the same forms of
work and be rewarded with a flower. Is it any wonder
I dislike painting? Jean Robertson,
Eighth Grade, 2630 Blaisdell Avenue.
COLUMBUS TO BLAME.
One of my distasteful studies is geography. We have
those large books that I never did like, and our teacher
puts the geography lesson on the board right in front of
me. Whenever I look up I see that old geography lesson
staring at me with all its might. In addition we have
ten questions in review almost every week, and they
seem as bad as the long tests which we have at passing
time. I wish that Columbus and Magellan and all the
other men had not discovered so much land in this world
for us to learn about. Marguerite Thomas,
Sixth Grade, 1315 Plymouth Avenue.
TO PLEASE THE VISITORS.
What study but cooking can make a girl wish she
might have a headache, on cooking school afternoon?
Spelling and even arithmetic may be memorized, but woe
to the girl who tries to commit cooking to memory. Oh,
my lesson! I forgot to study it this week!" I cried out
one Monday as I was starting for cooking school.
"Yes," came the comforting reply, "we are going to
have some out-of-town visitors there today to hear us
recite." A few moments later when school had opened,
I heard with a sinking heart,si-'Alice, give me the method
of lighting a fire." I slowly arose, thinking only of
'Tablespoons and teaspoons. "Take two tablespoons of
coal and a scoop shovel of sugar, apply" But what
had I said? Why were the visitors looking in surprise at
me, and why. was the class tittering? I sank upon my
stool despairing inwardly over that lesson. But I was
not to sit thus long, for behind me began a great sizzeling
and bubbling noise. I noted with despair that my pud
ding was boiling over. Heedless of the fact that the
boiler was hot, I snatched it up quickly and started for
the sink. It suddenly grew very hot and forgetting every
thing but the smarting of my hands, I dropped the boiler
and all. "Alice! What are you doing?" our teacher
demanded. Trying to take a hot bath I should judge
For Sunday, December 17: 2,
"WITH CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS."
The stories must be strictly original.
Historical stories of Columbus are barred.
The stories must be written in the first person.
Write the stories as a person living at that time
and associated with Columbus might have written.
All stories must be "likely" ones.
The papers must be in the hands of the editor of
The Journal Junior
Not Latex than Saturday Evening, December 9,
at five o'clock. They must be written in ink on
one side only of the paper, not more than 300 words
in length, nor less than 100, marked with the num
ber of words and each paper signed with the grade,
school, name and address of the writer. The papers
must not be rolled.
For Sunday, December 24: fg~
The stories must be strictly original.
They may be personal experiences or fiction.
The papers must be in the hands of the editor of:
The Journal Junior
Not Later Than Saturday Evening, December 16,
at five o'clock. They must be written in ink, on
one side only of the paper, not more than 300 words* jc
in length nor less than 100, marked with the num-^
ber of words and each paper signed with the grade,
school, name and address of the writer. The
papers must not be rolled.
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THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SUNDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 3, 1905.
from the pudding on her apron," tittered a ghrl on the
other side of the room. All eyes were again turned on me
and I stammered out some exeuse. A few minutes later
the class was dismissed and one of the girls whispered
to me, I don't blame yon for disliking cooking after
such an afternoon as this one." Alice Berry,
Eighth Grade, 3112 Colfax Avenue S.
IT GREW IN MICHIGAN.
I have disliked history ever since I lived in Michigan.
One day we had a substitute teacher who asked me a
question I did not know. It was not that I did not
mean to pay attention, for I was trying to very hard, but
I was to have a party that night aad so, for a minute, my
thoughts wandered away to the good time I was to have.
When the teacher said, Cecil, you. may answer my ques-
tion," I stood dazed for a moment. I did not know what
to say, for I had not heard the question. A boy near me
whispered, "Indians. Say Indians." I was foolish
enough to take his advice and that Word "Indians" came
out before I knew what I was saying. Just as I said it
a roar of laughter arose which was heard in the office.
The principal came in and wanted to know what the
matter was. The substitute told him and he laughed, too.
But I could not see the joke until I heard the teacher tell
him that she had asked me who were the most civilized
people in America. Ever since that time I have disliked
history, for the children always teased me every time I
arose to recite anything pertaining to history, by say
ing, "Indians." Cecil Brown,
A Fifth Grade, 2515 University Avenue SE.
The OwlMy! See how Mr. Raccoon struts!
The SquirrelYes. He made quite a reputation for
himself lately, singing "coon songs."
Judge. Copyright 1905.
INTO A RHYME FRENZY.
All studies are more or less interesting to me, with
the exception of arithmetic. Altho this may be classed
as one of the most important studies, still I find it hard,
dry work and would rather learn two spelling lessons
than one in arithmetic. I always feel relieved when this
recitation hour is over and we take up some other study.
Somewhere I have seen the following verse, which tells
of arithmetic as I generally find it:
Multiplication is a vexation,
Division is twice as bad
The rule of three does puzzle me.
While fractions drive me mad.
1210 Logan Avenue N.
NO THOUGHT CHARMER.
One day as I was sitting in a large armchair reading
a very interesting story, mama came into the room with
the grammar in her hand and, showing me the lesson, told
me I must learn it. I laid down the storybook a little
angrily and picked np the grammar. I opened it to the
lesson and began to read. Every little while I would find
my mind far from the lesson,I would be thinking of the
story I had been reading. In about half an hour the door
opened and mama came in again. She- took the book and
told me I was to recite my lesson to her, and if I had it
well might go to see a friend that afternoon. I did
not have the lesson and so I did not go. The next morn
ing when I went to school I received a very low mark and
I know it was just because I did not study that most dia
tasteful study -Daisy Clark,
A Seventh Grade, 2243 Pierce Street NE.
WITH UNDERSTANDING EXPERIENCE.
The studies we do not like are usually those with
which we are the least familiar. The hardest study is not
necessarily the most distasteful, but a subject to be pop
ular must be interesting to the student. Thus of five
interesting studies, geometry, perhaps, is the most dis
tasteful. At first we entered the recitation room with
fear and trembling and with faces depicting terrible anx
iety, lined np at the board like martyrs at their execu
tions, to await our doom from the book in the hand of
our spectacled fate. Meeting daily Waterloos finally
ceased to be a novelty, and we now take our places with
a fearlessness of outward mein beautiful to behold. Not
learned in the martyr age, th* most technical and osten-1 "my mind is wandering far away. I make this resolution
tatious, we put *ifc somewhere in the written demonstra- jover again but generally with the same results. I am
tion, take our seats, feeling very satisfied, if only the bell
rings before our turn to demonstrate orally. Our good*
"teacher is wise, however, having taken geometry herself,
so that she often catches us. So many of us have been
caught that few have escaped unscathed. Yet we are ._,
progressing, even tho there still are- distasteful things
about geometry. Harry Collins,
Tenth Grade, 1728 Ninth Avenue S.
South High School.
THE BENEFIT DOES NOT SHOW.
Grammar is certainly my most distasteful subject.
I confuse adjectives, adverbs, nouns, pronouns, conjunc
tions and prepositions so that I wish there was no such
thing as grammar. The name itself is distasteful. The
main reason I do not like it is because I do not see the
use of it. I could speak English just as well before I
studied grammar as I can now. It seems as if the space
which grammar takes up in my brain might better be
filled with something else. There are forty minutes of
misery for me five days of the week. These are school
days and grammar minutes. I do not think the author
of grammar is any friend of mine.
A Seventh Grade, Robert Cronns,
Calhoun School. 3840 Richfield Avenue &.
HER OWN AFFAIRS ENOUGH.
"Won't you ever remember what I tell you?" This,
with a despairing sigh. I really tried to, but you told
me so many things I couldn't remember them all," I
answered. "Well, you will have to go back and get it."
So I reluctantly left the kitchen where every good thing
imaginable was standing.
Mother was going to have company to supper and
was entertaining them in the parlor. It seemed to me
that she ought not to send me everywhere, but she
had given me strict orders to stay where the maid could
get me if she wanted me. So I went back to the store
for the fiftieth time it seemd to me to get something I
My hardest lesson is trying to remember things. My
little troubles seem very great at times and I have so
many of my own things to remember it is often quite
impossible for me to remember things for other people.
A Seventh Grade, Helen Chamberlin,
Emerson School. 102 Thirteenth Street S,
THINNING HIS TABLET.
My most distasteful study is my written language. I
dislike it because, when writing I make mistakes and
then have to copy over so many times. The first com
position I wrote this year took ten pages, before I could
get it right. The second took eight, and the one I am
writing has already taken four sheets and it is likely to
take a few more before I am thru. The act of writing
compositions is easy enough because writing does not
come hard to me, but generally I do not know what to
write about. In writing letters the other day I started
ouTwrong three times with the heading of the paper, then
somehow I happened to get it right. Tho I have had
S on every composition this term, it seems as tho I was
poor in that study. Charles Drewe,
A Eighth Grade, 217 W Thirty-ninth Street, i
A COMMON DISLIKE.
Grammar! Grammar 1 Grammar! flew across my mind
the moment I heard this week's topic It is the most
distasteful study butwhy? That is rather a hard ques
tion to answer, yet there are a great many reasons. One
is because I cannot understand it and even if I could,
I am sura it would still be disagreeable to me. I would
not have you think I do not try, for that is not the case.
I have tried a great many times to make myself believe
I like it and have tried hard to understand it, but in vain.
Putting it all together, there are a great many besides
myself to whom grammar is a very distasteful study.
A Seventh Grade, Hazel Davis,
Washington School. 726 Fifth Street S.
THE LAURELS LOST.
"Oh dear! I just know I'll miss those two old
words," I said, putting my speller down on the table.
Then I began drilling away until I was quite sure I knew
them. That night when I went to bed all I could think
of was the spell down, but worse was yet to come. As
soon as I went to sleep little brownies made of letters
began to jump around. Some were the letter "e" and
others were the letter "i." They all kept dancing around
in couples, sometimes with "e" to the left and others
with "i" to the left. Some jumped about on the dresser,
while some danced on. the very pillow beneathnry head.
The next afternoon when the time came I was chosen
captain of the girls' side and a boy, who was the best
speller in the room, captain of the boys' side. Soon we
were the only ones standing and both kept on spelling
until the teacher made up her mind to catch one of us.
The first word she asked me was "received," which I
always missed. I shuddered, and taking one glance all
about the room, I stammered, "R-e-c-i-e-v-e-d." Then
such a roar of laughter as the boys set up and such sad^
faces as the girls wore, I knew that was the signal for
me to take my seat. Alas! The battle was over and I
was defeated. Do you wonder at my dislike for spelling?^
A Fifth Grade, Jessie Dairson,
Motley SehooL 219 Pleasant Street SE.
A CHANGE OF ACCENT.
I dislike geography, because when I come to the dif
ferent continents, and am expected to learn the names o
the cities, I find most of them are not pronounced thr
same as they were about two years ago. It is hard to
learn a new pronunciation after one has thoroly learned
another. In South America, for instance, the names are
nearly all changed in pronunciation. Most of the cities,
too, have long names and that makes it all the harder,
for me at least. Charlie Engstrom,
Seventh Grade, a
2804 Twenty-eighth Avenue S.
A MADE-OVER RESOLUTION. t"
Civicsl Oh, how I dislike it. When I hear the
teacher say, "Cieivs, now," I always wish I were home.