enough. He twisted the head off that hopeful old party, surrendered
himself to the authorities, and was at once discharged. The Root of
Education.

A pedagogue in Indiana, who was "had up" for unmercifully waling the
back of a little girl, justified his action by explaining that "she
persisted in flinging paper pellets at him when his back was
turned." That is no excuse. Mr. Grile once taught school up in the
mountains, and about every half hour had to remove his coat and
scrape off the dried paper wads adhering to the nap. He never
permitted a trifle like this to unsettle his patience; he just kept
on wearing that gaberdine until it had no nap and the wads wouldn't
stick. But when they took to dipping them in mucilage he made a
complaint to the Board of Directors.

"Young man," said the Chairman, "ef you don't like our ways, you'd
better sling your blankets and git. Prentice Mulford tort skule yer
for more'n six months, and he never said a word agin the wads."

Mr. Grile briefly explained that Mr. Mulford might have been brought
up to paper wads, and didn't mind them.

"It ain't no use," said another Director, "the children hev got to
be amused."

Mr. Grile protested that there were other amusements quite as
diverting; but the third Director here rose and remarked:

"I perfeckly agree with the Cheer; this youngster better travel. I
consider as paper wads lies at the root uv popillar edyercation;