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6
THE NORMAL RECORD.
ihe right hand corner stood the library. The
stuve stood in the middle of the room. All
of the lower half of the windows were painted
white to prevent ns from seeing what was happening ontside during school hours.
I lived four miles from school and Ihe road
to school led over a barren, rocky plain.* I
rode to school in a cart aud was envied by all
my schoolmates, because I drove a mule. Jim
Crow, for that was the mule's name, had not
a bit of principle about, him. Very few mules
have. I never knew where I was going when
I got into the cait to go home. If Jim Crow
took a notion that he wanted to call for the
mail, nothing cuuld deter him from taking the
road leading to the postofflce. It sometimes
happened that I would have to hurry home
after school. Ou such occasions I always
called for the mail at noon, and usually when
such was th° case it was the very time that
Jim Crow would decide that he must call for
the mail. 1 would plead and beg; then offer
resistance hut in vain. For Jim Crow was a
mule and Jim Crow was a stubborn mule aud
hence mid the shouts of laughter from my
schoolmates I would be obliged to go to the
postofflce a second time. I came very near
losing all the patience 1 ever possessed as a result of my acquaintance with that mule. I
was always obliging; he never was! Many
times to satisfy a whim or caprice of Jim
Crow's I went home without the mail. He
had no pride. I could call him stubborn,
mulish, rude—auything, but he did not seem
to mind these epithets one bit. When I
would get out at the postofflce to call for tbe
mail, Jim Crow would always give me a certain time to do it in — but that time always
varied, Suddeu'.y be would start off whether
I was in the cart or not. On he would go in
spite of my calling wildly, "Whoa. Jim Crow I"
Nor would he stop unless a tuft of grass attracted his attention or until he reached the
gate. There he stopped, wiggling his ears in
a confuted way, and there 1 usually caught
him.
(Joing to school in Ihe morning, it made no
difference to Jim Crow whether I was early or
late, he never went a bit faster. And if he
should see a nice blade of grass he would be
sure to stop lo eat it, especially on a morning
when 1 was late. All the threatening and
coaxing that I was capable of —even tears —
would uot move him. I would hit him and
hit him with my stick until there was nothing
left of it, but all to no avail. He *ould just
swish his tail as much as to say, "Do uot let
your chances like sunbeams uass you by," and
keep on eating.
It was the morning after New Years,and Jim
Crow must have passed a new resolution or
maybe it was because he saw my whip — a
Christmas present. Any way, when he stopped
to nibble grass 1 plied the whip rather harshly
as I was later than usual—for it was never my
intention to hurt Jim Crow's feelings unnecessarily, and I always started to school real
early for 1 never knew what he might not do
before I got there Well, Jim Crow started
up. I was surprised. I tried to bold Jim
Crow as he was not at all used to going so
fast. On he went faster than ever. As we
neared tbe schuol house I tried to drive him
into the yard but be refused to go. Oooduess
graciuus ! Was Jim Crow going to the County-
seat? I began to be alarmed and to take a
good look at Jim Crow. Jim Crow did not
act like himself for never did Jim Crow go
past the scdool house. No, nor did Jim Crow
look like Jim Crow. I looked again aud just
as 1 went down the hill I saw a man comiug
down the road driving a mule. It was Jim
Crow! The chore boy had hitched up the
wrong mule by mistake aud I bad nut noticed
it. Jim Crow saw us coming down the hill,
was insulted to think 1 had forgotten him and
tbat night walked all the way home eating his
supper on the way. Jim C'row has never
thought as much nf me since, and we hardly
speak when we meet now.
PEGGY.
<$xJx$kJx$xJ>«x$x5xSk»<»^>4>
mODESTY
IP AN eleventh commandment were to be
appended to the original ten, might it uot
read iu this manner: "Blessed is he who
is modest for great shall be his achievement
and wide his popularity." Modesty is unquestionably an evidence of culture and of
wisdom, and a symbol of greatness. Self-laudation is an attribute of small miuds for truly
great men, who have the best and most legitimate claim to the world's approval are the last
lo demand it and the last, also, to acknowledge their own worth. An interesting story is
Object Description
| Title | The Normal Record. December 1903 |
| Original Date | 1903-12 |
| Description | The Record. Published by the Associated Students of Chico State College. |
| Creator | Chico State College |
| Location of Original | Archives |
| Call Number | LD723 C57 |
| Digital Collection | The Record: Chico State Yearbook Collection |
| Digital Repository | Meriam Library, California State University, Chico. |
| Description-Abstract | The Record served as both a student magazine and a commencement program for Chico Normal School. In the year 1903 it was published every month - except the Summer months of August and September. |
| Date Digital | 2013 |
| Language | eng |
| Rights | For information on the use of the images in this collection contact the Special Collections Department at 530.898-6342 or email: specialcollections@csuchico.edu |
| Format | image/tiff |
| Filename | index.cpd |
Description
| Title | 1903_12_NormalRecord.012 |
| Original Date | 1903-12 |
| OCR- Transcript | 6 THE NORMAL RECORD. ihe right hand corner stood the library. The stuve stood in the middle of the room. All of the lower half of the windows were painted white to prevent ns from seeing what was happening ontside during school hours. I lived four miles from school and Ihe road to school led over a barren, rocky plain.* I rode to school in a cart aud was envied by all my schoolmates, because I drove a mule. Jim Crow, for that was the mule's name, had not a bit of principle about, him. Very few mules have. I never knew where I was going when I got into the cait to go home. If Jim Crow took a notion that he wanted to call for the mail, nothing cuuld deter him from taking the road leading to the postofflce. It sometimes happened that I would have to hurry home after school. Ou such occasions I always called for the mail at noon, and usually when such was th° case it was the very time that Jim Crow would decide that he must call for the mail. 1 would plead and beg; then offer resistance hut in vain. For Jim Crow was a mule and Jim Crow was a stubborn mule aud hence mid the shouts of laughter from my schoolmates I would be obliged to go to the postofflce a second time. I came very near losing all the patience 1 ever possessed as a result of my acquaintance with that mule. I was always obliging; he never was! Many times to satisfy a whim or caprice of Jim Crow's I went home without the mail. He had no pride. I could call him stubborn, mulish, rude—auything, but he did not seem to mind these epithets one bit. When I would get out at the postofflce to call for tbe mail, Jim Crow would always give me a certain time to do it in — but that time always varied, Suddeu'.y be would start off whether I was in the cart or not. On he would go in spite of my calling wildly, "Whoa. Jim Crow I" Nor would he stop unless a tuft of grass attracted his attention or until he reached the gate. There he stopped, wiggling his ears in a confuted way, and there 1 usually caught him. (Joing to school in Ihe morning, it made no difference to Jim Crow whether I was early or late, he never went a bit faster. And if he should see a nice blade of grass he would be sure to stop lo eat it, especially on a morning when 1 was late. All the threatening and coaxing that I was capable of —even tears — would uot move him. I would hit him and hit him with my stick until there was nothing left of it, but all to no avail. He *ould just swish his tail as much as to say, "Do uot let your chances like sunbeams uass you by," and keep on eating. It was the morning after New Years,and Jim Crow must have passed a new resolution or maybe it was because he saw my whip — a Christmas present. Any way, when he stopped to nibble grass 1 plied the whip rather harshly as I was later than usual—for it was never my intention to hurt Jim Crow's feelings unnecessarily, and I always started to school real early for 1 never knew what he might not do before I got there Well, Jim Crow started up. I was surprised. I tried to bold Jim Crow as he was not at all used to going so fast. On he went faster than ever. As we neared tbe schuol house I tried to drive him into the yard but be refused to go. Oooduess graciuus ! Was Jim Crow going to the County- seat? I began to be alarmed and to take a good look at Jim Crow. Jim Crow did not act like himself for never did Jim Crow go past the scdool house. No, nor did Jim Crow look like Jim Crow. I looked again aud just as 1 went down the hill I saw a man comiug down the road driving a mule. It was Jim Crow! The chore boy had hitched up the wrong mule by mistake aud I bad nut noticed it. Jim Crow saw us coming down the hill, was insulted to think 1 had forgotten him and tbat night walked all the way home eating his supper on the way. Jim C'row has never thought as much nf me since, and we hardly speak when we meet now. PEGGY. <$xJx$kJx$xJ>«x$x5xSk»<»^>4> mODESTY IP AN eleventh commandment were to be appended to the original ten, might it uot read iu this manner: "Blessed is he who is modest for great shall be his achievement and wide his popularity." Modesty is unquestionably an evidence of culture and of wisdom, and a symbol of greatness. Self-laudation is an attribute of small miuds for truly great men, who have the best and most legitimate claim to the world's approval are the last lo demand it and the last, also, to acknowledge their own worth. An interesting story is |
