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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 07, 1913, Image 17

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MESSAGE DELAYED
"Strange to say," said the schoolmaster, addressing
his class of Doys, "our brain acts as a telephone to tho
different parts of our body. Unconsciously, before we
move our feet or hands, the message comes from the
brain."
"Jack Murphy, what are you grinning at?" he de
manded. "I was thinking of somethin', sir," came the answer.
"Well, think of something that'll do your brain a little
good!" retorted the master.
"Here, come out of that!" as another grin spread
itself over the saucy youngster's face. "Just stand be
hind the board for half an hour, and I've give you some
thing to grin about afterwards!"
At the expiration of the lesson Murphy was recalled.
"Hold your hand out!" demanded the teacher,
switching his cane.
No response from the stolid Murphy, who appeared
to be thinking hard.
"Do you hear me, Murphy?" exclaimed the exas
perated man.
"Yes, sir," answered the nipper, a glimmer appearing
in his eyes; "but my brain hasn't sent the message down
yet!"
WHAT HE EXCUSED
With an uncomfortable feeling In their heads the
juvenile class awaited the advent of the school-inspector.
They had had it well drummed Into them that this was
to be a new departure in examinations. Bland and ex
pansive, the' Inspector sauntered Into the schoolroom,
and, walking past the school teacher, addressed the class.
"Observation of little things," he commented, "has
made some of our greatest men of today."
Not-a-'soul moved; everyone just looked. With his
coat thrown back, and his thumbs in his waistcoat
pocket, Mr. Inspector displayed, stretched across his am
ple dimensions, a heavy gold watchchain and a gold
topped fountain pen peeping from his watch-pocket.
"Now," he went on, "I will' test your powers, and will
re-enter the room, and you shall tell me what I have for
gotten." Leaving the room, he abstracted his fountain pen
from his pocket, and returned, standing before the class
in the same attitude.
"Now, what have I forgotten?" he beamed.
All the kiddles sat dumb; they didn't quite under
stand this rigmarole. Suddenly a little chap in the front
piped:
"Please, sir, you forgot to say 'Excuse me when you
walked in front of our teacher 1"

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