Rensselaer Journal, Volume 11, Number 39, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 March 1902 — SCHOOL NOTES. [ARTICLE]

SCHOOL NOTES.

Clare Jessen, who about two weeks ago, it will be remembered, was hurt while returning from a box-social, reentered school, Monday. She still bears some of the marks of the mishap. Glen Wishard has been confined to his room for the last week with rather a severe case of and sore throat. He is some better at present. Supt. L. H. Hamilton, last Friday morning gave an excellent talk to the High school pupils. He thinks the boy or girl is lucky who has something to do, besides school work. He showed that the obstacles in one’s path are really very often his greatest blessings. George Maines has quit-school to begin spring work on the farm. It seems to be a very hard thing for a country boy to stick to school after the first suggestion of spring comes, in the melting of snow, the first blue bird’s song, or the first summer like day. Last Friday afternoon, the senate of the high school held the most successful! meeting of the year. For the amount of business transacted it did credit to its namesake that more important (?) body, the United States senate. In the remarkably short space of one hour, immigration was not prohibited, Oklahoma was admitted as a state, the Philippines were not given absolute freedom and Cuba was admitted as a state. | The star debates of the day were by Joe Moosemiller and Alice Bates. It is interesting to observe, then, that the best speeches of the day were given by democrats. This is a period of the year when pupjls somehow discover that school don’t amount to much; that it really is wasting one’s valuable time to allow one’s self to be penned up in the school room. To get out into business and hustle seems the desire of most young people at this season. Along with this change of opinion, comes a fatigue peculiar to spring. The lessons are harder to get. “I can’t get the latin. I’ve tried and tried. I want to drop it. I know I’ll never pass. I just know it.” “That algebra makes me tired. I’m not going to be a teacher. I won’t ever use it. I want bo drop algebra. Zoology is such awful stuff. Too many notes to write. I want to this—l don’t want to—this. 800-hoo-hoo!” By this time the tears, big as Dutch doughnuts, began to roll down the cheeks of the discouraged. One need urge no further against the folly of giving up. Most 01 these complaints are touches of “the blues” mixed with spring fever. Cheer up! It will be all right in time, if ye faint not. Learn from Andrew Jackson. Obstacles like these did not make him discouraged: they only made him angry and anxious to fight them. Fall to, my dears. Take long out door walks, breathe deep, of the good fresh air of spring, forget your troubles in the work in hand.