Rhymes of Teaching and Teachers | ||
It is the duty of the student
Edward Anthony |
The decent docent doesn't doze:
David McCord
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When eras die, their legacies
Clarence Day |
No teacher I of boys or smaller fry,
A. B. Ramsey
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First come I. My name is Jowett.
Henry Charles Beeching
Professor Robinson each Summer beats
George Rostrevor Hamilton |
On campuses remote and shaded
Helen Bevington |
The image which may have led you to these teaching rhymes is from
The Treasury of Humorous Poetry, ed. Frederic Lawrence Knowles, Dana
Estes & Company, Boston, 1902. It illustrates The Irish
Schoolmaster, by James A. Sidey, an dialect poem not untypical
of some of the humorous verse of the nineteenth century. Here
is the second stanza (of ten, all very much in the same regrettable vein):
“You're right, my boy; hould up your head, And look like a jintlemàn, Sir; Sir Isaac Newton—who was he? Now tell me if you can, Sir.” “Sir Isaac Newton was the boy That climbed the apple tree, Sir; He then fell down and broke his crown, And lost his gravity, Sir.” |
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