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Show 26 There will be a few '98 girls who will understand when I say that I find resting at home such hard work I often feel like taking up stone-breaking for recreation. Any of you who think you would like to rest next year may turn your job over to me. I am looking for some more definite and limited sphere in which to act. Of course it is very pleasant to spend a year at home, after having been away so long, and I do enjoy being at home. But the amount of work that needs doing in a small town is so appalling to a dreamer of dreams that I want some work where I shall have no time for anything except what I am set to do. I have a Sunday school class of girls about twelve years old. I think no one of them will die young, and their next teacher may reform their morals, I fear I shall not get further along than manners. The teaching of this class, together with two small doses of experience, gained as substitute teacher in one of the lower grades of the public school, and sundry other undertakings, have convinced me that there is work after which the perusal of Browning's poems or Spencer's "Data of Ethics" is not only pleasant recreation, but quite necessary to maintain mental equilibrium. Hoping that '98 as a class is more of a shining light to the glory of higher education than one member has succeeded in being, I am. Very cordially yours, ELIZABETH MOORE. Dunlap, Iowa, January 27, 1899. Dear Class of 'Q8 :- Things have taken a queer pass in our school; the superintendent has found a better place and leaves us. |
