Among the youngsters belonging to a colege settlement in a New England city was one little girl who returned to her humble home with glowing accounts of the new teacher.
"She's a perfect lady," exclaimed the enthusiastic youngster.
The child's mother gave her a doubtful look. "How do you know?" she said. "You've only known her two days."
"It's easy enough tellin'," continued the child. "I know she's a perfect lady, because she makes you feel polite all the time."
MOTHER—"The teacher complains you have not had a correct lesson for a month; why is it?"
SON—"She always kisses me when I get them right."
There was a meeting of the new teachers and the old. It was a sort of love feast, reception or whatever you call it. Anyhow all the teachers got together and pretended they didn't have a care in the world. After the eats were et the symposiarch proposed a toast:
"Long Live Our Teachers!"