ors play, and--er--since Willie is a Junior I--er--I--"

"Oh, thank you so much," she gushes, "I knew that you would arrange
that he will play on Wednesdays," and she sails away.

Or perhaps Mrs. Brown will put it on to her husband.

"The way things are done at that school are disgraceful, Tom. You must
go and see Smith and insist that the boy has his hockey."

Well, the poor father comes up to school, and he and the dominie
discuss the weather and Lloyd George. All the time Brown is trying to
muster up enough courage to tackle the hockey question.

"Er," he begins after clearing his throat, "my wife was saying
something about--er--what a splendid view you have from here!"

"First rate," nods the dominie. "Your wife was saying?"

"Er--something about hockey." He coughs. "Splendid game! I--er--I
must go . . . er--good-bye."

No mere man can badger a dominie.

From the parent's point of view a teacher is a rival when he isn't a
sort of under-gardener. The parent would never think of arguing with
the doctor when he says that Willie has measles; the doctor is a
specialist in disease, and the parent is not. But it is different with
the dominie. He is a specialist in education, but then so is the
parent. That is possibly one of the reasons that the teaching
profession is such a low-class one, for a teacher is merely a
specialist in a world of specialists. Everybody knows how a child
ought to be brought up. In justice to parents I must confess that
there are only two teachers in Britain to whom I should trust the
education of any child of mine. Most teachers are instructionists
only, and the parent has some ground for suspicion.

X.

Duncan was talking about awkward moments to-night, and he told of the
shock he got when he joined the army and found that the sergeant of his
squad was an old pupil of his.

"I think I can beat that, Duncan," I said, and told him the story of an
army lecture. I had a commission in the R.G.A. for a short time, and
one morning I had to give a lecture to the men of the battery on lines
of fire. They were mostly miners, and I tried to make the lecture as
simple as possible. I began with the definition of an angle and went
on to circular measurement. I noticed that one man stared at the
blackboard in bewilderment, a very stupid looking fellow he was. When
the lecture was over I approached him.

"I don't think you understood what I was trying to tell you," I said.