Clipped From The Delta Democrat-Times
Brodie Crump he o r s S e r v i c e r o u g h s t o c k but (by a lot gold on. of small with a do ^ School days, but no hickory stick The song "School Days" was sort of a chantitied chorus, and the lyrics are probably yet familiar to those of us who sang it in the long ago, quote:"School Days, School Days, Dear Old Golden Rule Days, Reading, and Writing and 'Rithmetic, Taught to the tune of a hickory-stick, You were my queen in Calico, I was your Bashful barefoot Beau, You wrote on my Slate, I Love You Jo, WHEN WE WERE A COUPLE KIDS" end quote. As for the hickory-stick, we never saw one in use at Central School. A switch from a convenient bush, either in the Phelps or Crittenden yards nextdoor to the schoolhouse, was standard official procedure in the dispensation of discipline. One day, when Miss Beatrice Fulwiler was switching a bigger than average boy, she dropped the switch, and the boy picked it up from the floor, then handed it to the teacher, and bowed respectfully. Naturally no further justice was meted out that afternoon. One of the first friends we made at Central School was a boy named Charles Davis. His father was local aeent for the YMV Railroad, and the Davis family lived on Theobald Street, between the Lyell residence and the Presbyterian Church. We mentioned the Davises in one of these columns many years ago, and received letters of appreciation from both Charles and his father who were living in or near Monroe, Louisiana at that time. Other class-mates included Clara Weiss, Minnie Rosenstock, Mary Rose Laudig, George Griffin, Carl Henry, Jesse Hughes and Alfred Sack. So we dabble in personal history, and the recollections double and re-double, and a few readers have generous reactions. So we thank Jane Gwin and Mary Lois Wiseman for their kind words, and for place-names like Aliceville in Alabama and Yalobusha in Mississippi. Time indeed marches on, and so does geography!