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“He s not spoken t« — father
i* marriage,” Mrs. Josselyn
8aid - dispassionately. ‘Tve 'never I
oi,” *’ ood l°°king—’’
hhe stared , silently for several
moments at the face of her un
known stepson before replacing the
silver frame-iipon the crowded table
nenind her. Ellen, whose sense of
*??. this ™, situation, 1 ? an * ,c had looked , be ? n at torched her with by
new Interest. Mrs. Josselyn, again
stretched her lithe bo<jy with lux
'J r onS t ,Ieasur c- apparently dis
missed . i the^subject of her mind,
for when She spoke again, It was
en ',
,,a y° u ve . had . a nasty time, and
they treated you so badly?” she
said, rumtnatingly. Well, that’s
*kS dear ' I ou ,u!? sn t
try to play their game; . they 11 have
youthere. Make them play yours!”
‘Easier said than done!” Ellen
S °!.m Tell f ens1Hve em you an,i hate gMish. walks, and
you think they’i% all silly. Tell
’em you won’t dance until you feel
like it—they’ll fall for anything!
Im going to bed—good-night!” she
said sleepily, and was gone.
CHAPTER III
T HE winter morning sunlight, came and with Ellen glorious Lat
imer, turning luxuriously under her
warm, soft blankets, stared blankly
at a clock that was rapidly moving
toward nine o’clock. They must all
have had breakfast by this time—
evidently nobody cared whether she
was alive or dead.
Ellen lmd had a white night, one
of few in her experience. For
long hours she had lain awake,
thinking soberly about the events
of the past two days, and, quite
unconsciously, assimilating their
—bitter lesgOn.'
These girls were not better than
she, not wiser, not really happier.
But tlieir circumstances were ut
terly different, and it was Ellen
who was to blame,, not they, for
trying to bridge the gulf between
their lives. She stilt had her good
home, her own admiring and affec
tionate group, her books to read by
the fire, her garden to dream over
» in the spring, and the swimming
and boating and tennis that ab
sorbed all youthful Port Washing
ton from June to October. Lucia
and Doris were not real, and Ellen's
life dealt only with what was prac
tical and sane. One might sigh
’for the prettiness, the gayety, the
1 irresponsibility, of Lucia’s life,
one’s face might bum because this
pretty butterfly could be so tri
umphantly rude, and so seif-cen
tered, but it was wiser to forget it
ail, or remembering, remember, too,
■ that the dainty superfluities were a
mere accident of income. Ellen
Latimer would have something that
’Lucia Torrey might envy some
day. and through no .accident of
birth.
The breakfast room was deserted.
Ellen was the first of all the house
hold to appear. She smiled over
ber carefully served courses, and
presently was hanging absorbed
over a Jig-saw puzzle that had been
scattered upon one of the library
tables the day before. Her train
went at half-past eleven, it was not
yet ten o’clock.
As the young people straggled
downstairs she looked up to nod at
them composedly. She presently
went quietly upstairs to pack, and
pinned on the fur-trimmed hat, and
fastened a little clump of fresh
violets, from a vase, against the
-sober little suit. It was only good
by now, and the whole experience
■was over.
“The limousine’s coming ’round,
■dear,” Mrs. Rose said, They
stepped out to the stone veranda
•that Ellen had crossed with such
High hopes two days ago, and
looked down upon a panorama of
scattered homes and gardens pow
dered with the light > snow and
■washed with brilliant sunshine;
stone fences, brick fences, clean
swept driveways, everything shin
ing trhfl .prosperous In a 'bath of
.Sunday peace. < .
Ellen begun her thanks and good
bys. "Don't say one word, ’{i’m dearie,”
said kindly Mrs. Rose, only
so sorry you have to go.” Her
eyes suddenly Eilen, were fixed upon the
gate, and turning, too, saw
a low-hung, powerfully bultt .road
ster turn in. and come quickly up
the drive. “Jtow, who’s that?”
wondered the older woman, dlsoon
tentedly eyeing tfee two furred men
who occupied the «a>r. “I never Sit
down to a game of—why, hr’s
VVard! It’s my husband and GIM»«
Josselyn!” She turned agitatedly
to Ellen, For heaven’s sake, wliatt
shall I do?”
Ellen, aware of an emergency,
had yet not at all grasped the situa
tion when the two men came laugh
ing up tlie steps, and greeted the
hostess. Mrs. Hose dazedly kissed
tlie small, gray-haired man who
wits her husband and dazedly intro
duced Ellen.
"Ward, this Is Nellie Buckley’s
girl you’ve heard me talk about,
and Miss Latimer—Mr. Josselyn,”
she said.
Ellen would have recognized
him instantly from the picture. His
head bare In the sunshine, was
silver, and the lean, clever face she
remembered was clear .olive in color
ing, and brightened now with a
most winning and kindly smile.
Ellen's first rattier awed Impression
of noise, reserve, self-confi-
dence. Authority spoke In the
pleasant voice, and every inch of
the man was stamped to her young
vision with a fineness, an aristoc
him racy, a something that marked
superior to others,
In the midst of the first jumble
of explanations from the newcom
ers, as to their reasons for leaving
Great Barrington, and their first
details of the trip, Mrs. Rose dls
trassedly ^Gibbs—-Gibbs, interrupted,
my dear boy,”
stammered she, holding his hand in
both her fat ones, and fixing upon
him a look all imploring and eon
dilatory. “You know your : father
is here, dear—I wouldn t have had
it happen for anything In the whole
world—but he and Lillinn got In
on Wednesday, and he telephoned
me at once to come down and lunch
with them—I really do feel terrible
about it_”
Gibbs Josselyn had flushed up to
the silver crest, but he smiled upon
her not unkindly.
"Dad’s here, eh?”
"Yes, Gibbs— and—Lillian »”
"Gosh, that is awkward'” eiacu
lated oius look Ward Rose, his with a sharp,'anx
at guest.
"Not awkward a bit, I Josselyn
said quiekly. “Of course you had
to have them, I’m glad you did—
but of course I won’t meet her.
I’ll be getting right aiong, and see
you soon—”
"Listen, Gibbs—she’s really quite
nice!” Mrs. Rose said eagerly.
“Do—do be reasonable about it!
Your father—your father isn’t go
ling to have any more children,
Gibbs and you simply—”
"Gibbs is the'best judge of what
lie wants to do, my dear! her hus
hand Interrupted nervously, with a
hint of disapproval In his tone. "I
wouldn’t—I think I wouldn’t try to
force matters, Abhy. '
We’re aw
fully sorry, m,v dear boy, but you
understand—of coorse I had no
idea—”
Mrs Rose looked despair.
“But you’ve not had breakfast,
Gibbs; Lucia will be wild if I let
you go—coming eighty miles a
morning like this—”
“But I can get breakfast!” he
said Impatiently, as if he found the
situation insufferable.
Ellen had been a rather em
barrassed witness to this scene, her
sympathetic eyes going from one
face to another. Now her hostess
suddenly noticed her:
"My dear child—all this time—
where’s the limousine?” she ex
claimed nervously. What time
have yon, Ward—Miss Latimer
must catch the eleven thirty!”
"She has exactly eleven minutes,”
Gibbs Josselyn said dryly, glanc
ing ut his watch, and the older
man added surprisedly: “What on
earth’s the matter with Maurice?
Why is everything topsy-turvy,
Abhy?”
“Goodby, both of you—see you
soon!” Gibbs said suddenly. "Run
down and jump into my car. Miss
Latimer. Ml run you to the train.
We’ll make it very nicely. Goodby,
Ward! Goodby!”
“Oh, now I don’t like this one
bit!” Mrs. Rose continued to pro
test, but she kissed Ellen goodby
none the less, and her husband
ran with the two young persons
down the steps, tucked Ellen's bag
into the back of the car, and forced
her to slip into his big fur coat for
the two-mile trip.
“Leave It in the office srffne day,
Gibbs,” he said. “You can make
It, T guess! Goodby, Miss— Aw
folly-sorry, old boy, but such things
will occur. Abby’s all upset about
It, I know.”
Young Josselyn put Ellen Into
the big car, and tucked the heavy
robe snugly about ber. In another
ten seconds he hjid sprung Into Ills
own seat, and waved a goodby to
the watching Roses. The roaring
of the car drowned out all fare
wells.
A day or two ago Ellen might
have felt It her place to keep eon
versatton .moving, But the last
forty-eight hours had been full of
painful better lessons for her ; she knew
«tow than to attempt * any
friendly overtures. Boys younger
than Rhe bad snubbed her, girls of
seventeen bad looked upon her
askance. So she kept absolutely
silent, ber bright eyes moving be
tween the fur of ber hat and the
fur of ber collar tike those of a
timid but Interested bird.
As the car was brought neatly
against the station platform, she
,began to free herself from her
wrappings, and said politely:
“I'm a thousand tlmea obliged
to you. Mr. Josselyn 1”
“I don’t know whether you are
or not,” he said, narrowing hl« eves
at her quizzically. "I think -we’ve
missed it!”
Missed it! Oh, goodness!
Ellen echoed In dismay.
"Stay where you are,” be said,
jumping from his seat. “I’ll find
out.”
He crossed the station platform
and disappeared, and Ellen sat in
a panic, waiting for him. Oh, she
couldn't go bnck to that house, and
have the whole thing begin over
again—
“Yes, ma’am, we’ve missed It,”
said Gibbs Josselyn, coming back,
and leaning against the car, with
sympathetic eyes on her face. “Was
It pretty important, or what? The
next Is at one-twenty-two. M
“It's not so Important, ♦* Ellen
said. In a troubled voice, But 1
don’t Tike to go hack I’ll «?•!*
GRIFFIN DAILY] NBJ£S
’ "What—until one o’clock!”
■“Yes, I think go,” Ellen answered
"1—I don’t know them
well,” she went on confusedly.
I think I rather worry
Rose, not getting on exactly
the others.” She stopped, con
that this explanation was
lame, and added finally:
see. they all know each other
well, and they don’t know roe!”
“I see perfectly,” Gibbs said
"You would he safer
a band of Hottentots!
Ellen laughed. Her white night
only added a touch of mystery,
of spirituality, to her Irish beauty,
after all, and the drive, after her
breakfast, had brought back her
wild-rose color, The man looked
at her as if he saw her for the first
time, looked down at his big fur
glove, plunged his hand suddenly
Into it, and asked carelessly:
“You couldn't make the run with
me, I suppose? I’m going straight
down to my club. It wouldn’t take
us more than a couple of hours.”
The girl’s blue eyes danced. The
thought of a refusal never entered
her head. i’d
“Oh, love it!” she answered
happily.
. "Good girl!” he said. He walked
about his car, eyeing it from all
sides, opened the engine-hood and
made la few mysterious investiga
tions, got back into his place, and
they were off. Her companion, who
was wearing dark goggles, turned
to Ellen and dropped another pair
of glasses in her lap, with the four
brief words: “Better put them on.”
Ellen obediently snapped them
against her soft hair. Not another
word was spoken for three miles.
Ellen was entirely conscious that
the man beside her was gradually
working off his Irritation and anger.
After awhile he glanced at her,
smiled a sudden and perfunctory
smile, and said:
“I’m pleasant company for yon—
what? Have you minded my chat
ter?” Ellen laughed, In some em
barrassment.
“I didn’t mind—not talking!”
she said, shyly.
“You—what,!” he asked hi
loud a voice that she felt rather
frightened. You didn’t mind?
Well, that’s so much gained, any
way.” He drove on for a minute
or two, and then asked abruptly:
“Miss Latimer, how much of that
did you get?”
Ellen was not quite sure she un
derstood him.
You mean—there at the house?”
she faltered, as he gave her a
Shrewd, side glance.
"Exactly!”
“I knew that Mr.- — that your
Yather was there!” the girl said,
timidly.
Gibbs wrenched at tire wheel with
large,- strong - hands ■»Ws ■ brow
clouded ; they flew along tn silence.
“D—n such women!’’ she heard
him say under ids breath, Ellen
felt her color rise, she looked
straight ahead, I wonder if she
arranged that!” i
Ellen’s quick look met Dis; she
shook her head decidedly.
“Mrs, Rose? Oh, no ! She wouldn’t
do a tiling like that? She was
frightfully nervous the instant she
saw vou, she answered confidently,
“She’s too good-hearted—-she
wouldn’t do a thing like that!”
Again lie did not answer, except
for a dubious glance and a half
satisfied nod. But after a while he
spoke.
“I guess you’re right, You prob-,
ably are. I guess Fm just out of
sorts—making too much of the
whole thing!” The car slowed
down, Gibbs looked at the fasten
ing on one of his big gloves, shot
Ellen a glance.
“Have you got a mother?”
"No, Ellen answered. "My
mother is dead.
“So is mine,” he said soberly. "I
loved her very much, I don’t—I
don’t get used to it!”
‘Tm sorry!” the girl said, simply,
after a moment.
For a few minutes he was silent.
Then he suddenly began to speak
of his mother.
"I don’t know why.” he said un
expectedly, “but I wish you had
known my mother. She was a most
extraordinary person, She was,
frail always, I think, and when I
wai a boy about eighteen or nine
teen, she had an illness, and she
never left her couch after that—for
twelve years. I was studying in
Paris, she and my father had left
me there; she wanted me to be a
painter. But on my own respon
sibility I came home when my
father wrote me that she was ill.
I’ve never forgotten her look when
I came into the garden. It was
summer, and she was lying on the
porch—thin, and so white—”
Ellen hardly dared breathe She
had never had a man’s confidence
before. I gave up my painting,
and I went into the firm with my
father,” he pursued, A year ago.
we were both In the library with
her, when she—well, she gave a
sort of sigh, that was all. Her
heart got tired, there was no pain.
And for a while we thought my
father was going, too. He drooped
ahd brooded—It was ghastly. Held
always been so young for bis age.
But mow he seemed broken, some
how!”
Ellen cast about for something to
a*y, fearful of chilling his mood.
■“He seems young now,” she ven
tered at last.
“Now? iGf course he does!”
Gibbs assented half-angrlly. "Mind
you,” he added, speaking fast and
vigorously, “mind you, he had a
perfect right to remarry If he felt
like It That’s bis affair. But to
marry this pink-cheeked, empty
headed, stupid cloak model—If she
was that! I only saw her once. She
was engaged, when aoy father met
her, to a big black-mustached fel
low who had a couple of living
wives. That’s her measure 1 The
fellows began to hint to me about
six months ago; I didn’t believe It.
Then I saw my father with her one
night, having dinner; nt Sherry’s
I think It was. I thought—” He
glanced nt his companion suddenly.
“Well, you’re only a kid,” he said,
more gently. "But I never dreamed
this would come of Itl
Ellen's color rose.
"But—but there Is nothing dis
graceful in his marrying her,” she
said bravely. “And—and If I were
your mother I would rather he did
that than—than did anything that
wasn’t fait to her! ••
(To Be Continued.)
Our Daily Story
The Libelous
Letter
By CLARISSA MACK1E
Evelyn Wood glanced up from
her desk as Mr. Brayton passed
through the room to his private of
fice. He gave her the customary
pleasant greeting with just a little
longer look from his dark eyes that
always disturbed her. It was rath
er ahard ship “for her when the firm
of lawyers, Pettit & Pettit, for
whom she had worked three years,
took another man into the firm—a
Junior partner, and none other than
Jim Brayton, who wanted to marry
her. As Evelyn had refused to
marry him, and was now engaged
to Arthur Lane, a young doctor, it
was exceedingly awkward to be
obliged to iwork for James.
Tills morning Brayton had
scarcely reached his room before
the buzzer sounded. Before she
could gather book and pencils, it
sounded again, louder, Insistent.
“Ah, I have a very important let
ter to dictate, Miss Wood. Take it,
please—it must go out at once.
‘Messrs. Smith & Fray, 2000 Wal
nut street, Philadelphia. Gentle
men :—I have your Inquiry concern
ing the financial standing of Doctor
Arthur Lane, and It Is with great
regret that I must advise you not
to extend any more credit to this
person. He is deeply in debt,
not only to this firm for legal serv
ices, but we understand that bis
credit here is so strained that it
has prompted him to seek credit
outside of his home city where his
difficulties are not well known. I
also understand that he has been
recently married, and that he has
made promises to pay that have
not, and probably will not, be ful
filled. Regretting the necessity for
giving out this information; which
you understand is entirely confiden
tial, I am, etc., etc.’ Miss Wood,
please let me have that letter at
once with the envelope. I will
mail it myself. That is ail—Thank
you.
Evelyn returned to her desk, un
covered her typewriter anfl rapidly
transcribed the notes she had
taken. When she had finished she
put the carbon copies she had made
in her desk. One copy was for
herself. She carried the letter in
to Brayton.
He signed it with a little flourish,
read it over carefully, then he held
out ids hand for the envelope.
“I will mail it myself, Miss
Wood.”
“Do you really Intend to send
that libelous letter?” asked .Evelyn.
Brayton lifted his dark brows.
"That Is not Just the attitude we
have learned to expect from such
a faithful worker as yourself, Eve
lyn,’’ he said reproachfully.
“Miss Wood—to you, if you
please, Mr. Brayton. ’
“Excuse me, Miss Wood! Of
course I will send the letter—now,
and as for Doctor Lane’s recent
marriage, one can hardly call that
libelous, you know! Your ignorance
concerning it does not necessarily
imply that it did not take place.”
“If Doctor Lane knew of this you
would suffer,” she said passionate
ly. "It is libelous because Arthur
does not owe one penny in this
town, and you know It. When lie
sees your letter She stopped
suddenly and paled.
Brayton smiled, “How enn he
see the letter, Miss Wood? Why
should he hear about It? Are you
not conscientious enough to keep
within your own confidence the
matters that go through this of
fice? Doesn't the firm have your
Then a new voice broke into the
conversation. Mr. Brown-Pettit
stood in the doorway, displeasure
written large on his benign coun
tenance.
“Excuse me for Intruding, Bray
ton, but may I see the letter in
question?”
Brayton winced, hesitated, and
In sudden anger tore the letter into
bits which lie tossed into the waste
paper basket. Then he walked to
the window and stared out with
jealous, miserable eyes, He knew
that his connection with the firm
would soon end.
"Have you a carbon copy of the
letter, Miss Wood? I Mr. Brown
Pettit was asking. He followed
Evelyn to her desk and she pro
duced it.
“I understand that you are en
gaged to the doctor, he remarked
mildly: “don’t let this venomous
letter annoy you or stir your faith
In him. lie came to see my wife
last night—she is ill, you know,
and lie was telling about your en
gagement, and that you expected to
be married in the fall, I will see
you through, my dear Miss Wood,
and I am afraid that Brayton will
have to sever Ills connection with
us.
Evelyn smiled through her tears.
“Please don’t do that, Mr. Brown
. I’etlit I am sure.lt was just jeal
ousy that prompted the whole
thing, and ah soon as I leave It will
be ail right—I know James Bray
bus has the making of a brilliant
lawyer—and I am so' happy that I
don't want anyone else to be un
happy?”
And James Brayton’s wedding
present ito them was a mute testi
mony to the appreciation felt for
JCvelyn’a generosity toward a jeal
t*us man.
SCIENTIFIC BODY HONORS
OUSTED MERCER PROFESSOR
Emory University, Ga., Nov. 22.
—The only officer re-elected to
office by the Georgia Academy of
Science at its annual meeting
here Friday was Dr. Henry Fox,
deposed head of the biological de
partment of Mercer university.
Professor Fox, who recently was
dismissed by the Mercer board of
trustees on account of his “re
ligious ’beliefs,” was again made
secretary-treasurer of the acad
emy, which is composed of lead
ing scientists of Georgia.
THE SCHOOL NEWS BOX
(Continued from Page 3)
it.
Fourth Grade B
We, the pupils of Fourth Grade
extend a cordial invitation to
who wishes to visit our
There are 35 boys and girls
our grade and we enjoy our
very much because when
do not miss a word our teach
gives us a gold star. The one
has the largest number of
at the end of the term will
a prize. Quite a number of us
to the circus Saturday and
it so much, as we saw
many things we can never see on
ly in a circus in our country. Of
course this helps us understand
our geography more than we
would as we see the different
kinds of people and animals.
We also study arithmetic, his
tory, reading, geography, English,
music and art. We have received
letters from pupils in schools in
other states and have answered
some of them and we sent a beau
tiful Turkish towel to Texas.
NORTH SIDE
Second Grade B
We have enjoyed very muehi
our special drills in number com
binations. We dramatized “The
Months,” using two pupils for
each month. At first we thought
of just one for each month, but
since twelve others learned the
parts so well, we used twenty
four in the poem.
We are busy making Thanks
giving borders and favors, and
learning the Thanksgiving stories
Second Grade A
We have been learning some
thing about our country’s flag
thi s, week. We hav e le arned what
The different colors in our flag
stand for, and how we must show
respect for the flag and how to
salute it. We have also learned
to sing a soldiers’ song which we
enjoy very much. We have been
getting ready for Thanksgiving
by learning about the origin of
the first Thanksgiving day. Sev
eral members of our class can tell
the Thanksgiving story very in
terestingly- Two of the hest stor
ies were told by Bernard Mitchell
and Jesse Murphy.
In connection with our Thanks
giving story we have learned
some Thanksgiving songs and al
so are doing some interesting
work in our drawing lessons.
We welcomed two new pupils to
Second Grade A this week, Elo
ise Martin and Lorine Grantham,
who were promoted from First
Grade A.
Third Grade A
The children of Third Grade A
enjoyed making log cabins, Pil
grims and Indians during art pe
riods this week. In an exciting
contest in arithmetic Tuesday on
rapid answering of combinations,
Gertrude Wells won. Roy Lee
Peurifoy heaped credit upon him
self Wednesday by his impromptu
but perfect and rapid recitation
of the definition of words chosen
from the reading lessons during
the past month.
Catherine Collier relating to
Mrs. Johnson the arrival of trip
letts at the home of Mrs. Tanks
ley recently, said: “Mrs. Johnson,
did you know Mrs. Tanksley had
three, little -troublets ?" ........“~“
RUSHTON SCHOOL.
The first grade has been busy
this week making Thanksgiving
cut-outs.
Those on the honor roll are
Weldon Dupree, Jack Garrett,
Zack Griffin, Albert Jones, Wil
son Lifsey, Rena Pulliam, Richard
Reid, Clara Lifsey, Thelma Mc
Collum.
There was only one tardy in
the second grade last month.
Those making a perfect record
in spelling last week are Inez El
lis, lone Skipper, Ruby Bell Rice,
Ma'rgaret Waller.
In the third grade Aubrey Lif
sey and Tray Hand made a per
fect record in spelling.
The fourth grade has been
working so hard this week they
haven’t had time to give us the
honor roll.
Those making a perfect record
in spelling in the fifth grade are
——
Pike County Ni
k .........
(Pike County Journal.
Mrs. J. H. Yarbrough spent
Tuesday with friends in Griffin.
Mrs. Hunton Allen has returned
from a visit to Atlanta friends.
Bud Caldwell has moved to
Zebulon.
Mr. and Mrs. J. H, Fincher
are the ^proud parents of a little
girl, born November 11,
J. W. Presley was in Griffin
Tuesday.
Miss Fannie Maude Norris was
shopping in Griffin Tuesday.
Bob Dupree was taken to At-|||
lanta Monday for an operation
for appendicitis.
Miss Ettine Milligan, of Con
cord, is the guest of her sister,
Mrs. Randall, in Griffin.
Mr. and Mrs. Joel Haralson, of
Concord, spent Monday in Griffin.
Among those from Hollonvilla
shopping in Griffin Saturday were
Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Connell, Mr.
and Mrs. T. B. Patton, Mr. and
Mrs. W. J. Coggin, Mr. and Mrs.
Z. L, Scott, Mr. and Mrs. I. D.
Cochran, Mr. and Mrs. J. A.
Yarbrough, Mr. and Mrs. C. P.
Scott and Mrs. E. B. Connell.
NO INITIATIVE.
Stranger (to native): Any
chance of a fellow getting a drink
in this town.
Native: How long have yon
been around here?
it About two hours.
ii Shucks, you must be on the
water wagon. M
Buchanan, Nathan Rhodes,
Preston, Raymond Hale.
Arithmetic George Buchanan
Ramond Hale made a perfect
FOURTH WARP
Third Grade
You should see our rainbow now
sixteen names in its colors:
Austin, May Nell Butler,
Harris, Margaret Mitchell,
Scott Gunter, Jessie Mae
Eleanor Brisendine, Viv
Blakely, Pearl Newman, Eu
Banks, Grady Dickson, Ben
Felton Jones, Oliver
Julian Gaissert.
They have all learned and re
the Ten Commandments.
week we’ve been learning
of praise from the Psalms
David. We are getting our
bag well filled for
friends at the County Farm.
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by thirty-four children.
Sixth Grade M
Those who made perfect in
spelling this week are James Cook,
Iris Waller, Troy Jones and Mary
Brown.
All of us were sorry to hear of
Mr. -tones going away and hope
he will return soon.
Our class enjoyed our spelling
and arithmetic matches, and we
are improving in our arithmetic
practice test.—Etta Jones, Re
porter.
Sixth Grade L
We observed Educational Week
library and writing the story
read.
Seventh Grade
■ Tuesday morfiihg this school' As
sembled in the main room to hear
Dr. Green, the director of the
national Red Cross. After an in
troduction by Mr. Berry he gave
us a wonderful talk, explaining
all about the Red Cross and what
it is doing. We all enjoyed Dr.
Green’s talk and appreciate his
coming very much.
Thursday Prof. J. A. Jones, for
mer superintendent of the Griffin
schools, visited us and we are
sorry he is going to leave town,
but are glad of his promise to
return.
Thursday the girls and boys
contested in spelling and the girls
were victorious. We have had
only two pupils absent this week.
—Marguerite Powell, Reporter.
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