half a century. Although she taught very few colored children she said
to a reporter several years ago:

"I have never been made to feel in any way that my race has been a
handicap to me. Neither my pupils nor the teachers have ever shown
prejudice; I do not doubt that it exists; I shall be in Heaven long
before it has all disappeared, but I say it is with a colored
teacher as it is with a white one. Her work is the only thing that
counts. I have never been called before the board for a reprimand in
all my years of teaching. The methods have changed a good deal since
the time that I started in and it would be easy to lag behind, but I
try not to. It means continual reading and study to keep up with the
modern way of doing things, but I manage to do it, and when the time
comes that I cannot do my work in a satisfactory manner I want the
Board of Education to discharge me and get some one else."

In testimony to these facts one of the daily papers of Detroit wrote her
up in 1910, saying that she had kept her interest in modern pedagogic
methods, maintained a high standard of scholarship in her school, and
retained her sympathy with little children, who had rewarded her
devotion to her work with their appreciation and love. To show how well
she is loved by her pupils the writer was careful to state that these
children as a gay group often surrounded her on her way to school,
clinging to her hands, crowding about her as best they may, all
chattering and pouring out accounts of their little doings.
"Frequently," says this writer, "she is stopped on the street by grown
men and women who long ago were her pupils and who have remembered her,
though with the passing of the years, and the new classes of little ones
who come to her every term, she has forgotten them."[11] Many have been
accustomed to bring their children to the Everett School and speak of