(xx) Deep Currents of School Life

Also, it's a few minutes past seven thirty o'clock as we join our friends at the small house half way up in the next block now, and we find all three of them in the living room, comfortably settled for a quiet evening at home.

They conceded at the library table playing solitaire, young rush lounges on the Davenport doing absolutely nothing, and said in her husband's easy chair glances listlessly through the newspaper. She lays it aside now, observing... Well, I was talking to Miss Call, a second known, and she said Mr. Chinboney got balled out for letting him print his picture in the newspaper week before last or whenever it

was. Yeah, I heard that. Severely criticized by the Board of Education. Uh-huh. They get in the dickens. Torma was a very undignified thing for the principal of high school to engage in cheap and frivolous newspapers stunts.

I thought it was kind of halfway cute. Board of Education's a pretty strict outfit. Must be. I heard a teacher just last month who weren't too much jewelry. And Miss Call mentioned that too. Mm.

Mentioned several little gossips. I was astonished. I always think of school as a place where children sit and study and recite their lessons and everything's peaceful and quiet as a horse. According to Miss Call, lots of different interesting stuff goes on.

High school, ma'am, is a hot bed of politics. Wheels within wheels, cross wires. High school is a seeding river of human emotions. Holy smoke, who's talking? Is there somebody in the room running for Congress, Sadie?

Who's there sounds like it? Repeat that speech while not staying. I want to paste it in my head. I was quoting from a composition, Leland Richards wrote. Leland must be one of the great minds of the present year.