The School Board's Psychologist

Sorry, Eve Hardin. All in the time she's been teaching English at Madison High School, Armist Brooks has been able to get along with almost all the members of the faculty. Her relationship with her principal, however, might best be described as catchous catch-calf.

That's about it, and Mr. Conklin catches me whenever he can. But our principal's eccentricity seemed mild indeed compared to the recent project instigated by the head of the Board of Education. It seems the board had hired a psychologist to determine the mental and emotional fitness of the teachers in our district.

However, last Thursday morning, I had something else on my mind. Mr. Boynton said he had a surprise for me and had invited me along on his customary early morning walk in the park. It was beautiful at that time, and as we strolled along with the sun barely visible above the the tree top. I sensed an element of romance in the air. Suddenly he stopped.

Tenderly took my hand in his and then a voice tense with emotion said. Miss Brooks look a perfect specimen of a burrowing spade foot toad. Is that all you wanted to say to me? Oh no indeed Miss Brooks. When first on earth the spade foot or hermit toad is he is sometimes known looks like a small ball of brown earth

But then it expelled the air from its lungs and the deflated side collapsed like a punctured balloon. Country all. It's right now. This is truly a remarkable repel. But you said you had a surprise for me, Mr. Bynum.

I have, Miss Brooke. I've written a play. What? It's for the kid that matters. They needed one for their dramatic festival next month, so I decided to write it. What's the play about? When I decided to write it, I asked myself one question.