Thursday, January 28, 2016
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
"Good evening," said Mr. Jugg; "what do you think of this?"
It was a little dream that he had brought for Marian.
"By George!" said the angel, "that's a beauty." He slipped it very softly under Marian's pillow.
She must have dreamed it too, for next morning when Mummy made her bed it wasn't there. But, alas! the loveliest dreams of all are the ones that we never remember.
Half-Past Bedtime, by H.H. Bashford (1922). Click here to read the book online, or download it free from the Internet Archive.
artwork by Joanne Stanbridge 2015
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Then he moved to Hawkesbury and became the first headmaster of its newly-built high school. At the same time, he was studying for his Master's degree. And if that wasn't enough to keep him busy...he met someone.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Companion: "Some yawn!"
E.S.: "Yes, when I yawn, I yawn all over."
The text is a clipping from the college newspaper Clarion Call [Clarion State Teachers College, Pennsylvania], 11 March 1940, page 4, column 2. Click here to read the newspaper online, or download it free from the Internet Archive.
A new teacher was needed at the schoolhouse in Renfrew. Archie Knight--the boy who loathed farming and lumbering--was just 16 years old, and unqualified. But he got the job, on the condition that he would pass his teaching exam in the fall.
So he taught all day and studied in the evenings. In November, he walked about 30 km (18.6 miles) to Arnprior, wrote the exam, passed it, and walked home again. Archie had found his calling.
Posted today on Storydello.