The black and gold [serial] . htly clasped its first real schoolbook, and a look of proud ownership covered each beaming face. Then came the good times at recess. Such feats as jump-the-rope, stealing-sticks, hop-scotch, and crack-the-whip were a partof our daily schedule. It was usually with a feeling of regret thatwe heard rise, one, two, three, which meant you may go now,and we looked forward with eagerness to the day when we, too,should have second recesses. How quickly the time passed! Before we could hardlyrealize it, our little Third Reader had been left far behind, andwe were joyjully
The black and gold [serial] . htly clasped its first real schoolbook, and a look of proud ownership covered each beaming face. Then came the good times at recess. Such feats as jump-the-rope, stealing-sticks, hop-scotch, and crack-the-whip were a partof our daily schedule. It was usually with a feeling of regret thatwe heard rise, one, two, three, which meant you may go now,and we looked forward with eagerness to the day when we, too,should have second recesses. How quickly the time passed! Before we could hardlyrealize it, our little Third Reader had been left far behind, andwe were joyjully entering Grammar School. Here, for the first year or so, our feet wandered only throughpaths of pleasure, but soon the novelty began to wear off, andthen w^e noticed that our way was rough and difficult. At thesight of long division and geography and history our spirits sank,and our steps grew slow and uneven. Yet in spite of all ourfailures, we pushed steadily onward, and soon w^e found our-selves ready to enter High 26 THE BLACK AND GOLD Think of it! For years we had studied with this one idealin our minds, to enter High School. and now that we reallywere to become students there, our joy was complete. Up to thistime we had been considered children; just pupils; now we thoughtourselves pupils no longer but students. Imagine our surprise,then, when we found our teachers did not agree with us; worsestill, they plainly told us that we had not yet put away childishthings. During our first and second years, it is true that we some-times had to work pretty hard ; but these thoughts of hard workare immediately swept out of our minds by the recollection ofthe many happy times we spent at class picnics, straw-rides, andparties. How we eighth and ninth grades did enjoy them! Our Junior year was not all happiness, however, for we wereforced to buckle down and work as we had never worked it seemed to us that we would never be able to masterthe perplexing problem
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