The last day of school in the country is eagerly looked forward to in most cases. There are exceptions. For instance when it is the day before quarantine is to be lifted. The boy feels perfectly well but he must sit in his yard across the road and watch all the neighborhood gather for the last day dinner and ball games. The urchin usually chases fly balls. How his feet itch to run after those balls that go sailing into the pasture. He gazes at the baskets as they are carried in the schoolhouse. His mouth waters because he knows full well that chicken and noodles and at least four kinds of pie and three kinds of cake will adorn the tables.
Then it is the lad wishes he lived in town where all you have to do the last day is go after your report card. He wouldn’t mind missing that. Or if he lived far enough away so that he might not see what he is missing. Why couldn’t those measles have come a few days earlier? The misery was lessened somewhat when school girls who had had the measles brought a plate piled high with what looked to be a sample of every dish at the dinner.
The hired man took a half day off to do his Easter shopping. He returned with a complete new outfit from the top of his striped denim cap to the tips of his horsehide shoes. Easter is late this year but we do wish the weather would warm up so that a cold chill would not envelop us every time we meet a pair of white shoes.
Our heart is heavy tonight. We have just discovered that the last freeze nipped the peaches. They withstood the warm and chill winds and brightened the countryside for days. Hopes were high. Today as we pinched a blossom a black heart greets us. Another and still another. This Easter season is too cool for peaches and white footwear.
Country children all over Kansas are taking seventh and eighth grade examinations today. That is, if they attend an 8 month rural school. Some of the tests will be given today, the remainder a week later. Green country kids, who have only seen inside the high school to see the senior play, must go there to take these exams. The finals are hard to pass, they know. For six years they have been underclassmen in the country school, they have watched the seventh and eighth graders review and sweat with apprehension. The environ-ment is totally foreign. And to top it all off they wore their Sunday clothes. No farm boy can do his best in arithmetic with a Sunday shoe pinching his toe. If his own teacher was only there to smile and reassure him. He is scared to ask any questions of these strange assistants.
All these obstacles the country child must overcome if he would graduate. We signed a petition to have these examinations abolished by act of the state legislature. Evidently mothers in Lyon county were the only ones interested and the bill failed to pass.
Taking examinations the day after school closes and one week later. We wonder why this must be. And, we wonder how Teachers College seniors would fare if President Butcher gave them final exams one week after commence-ment. We have a sneaking feeling that con-siderable acquired information is lost or misplaced during commence-ment week and the week following. Much of it will return when and as needed but a good stiff final one week after commence-ments would be something, would it not?