You can lift a big piece of bamboo with noe hand. They are hollow, which make them very light. Bamboo probabaly has more uses than any other plant in the world.īamboo is not a tree, remember, so the long straight stems of bamboo are not like tree wood. However, new shoots of bamboo will come up from around the roots of the old ones.īut the most interesting things about this remarkable plant is what people do with it after it is cut down. Some bloom only once, after living about forty years, and then die. If they are growing near a house, their slim leaves brush the roof gently and cool the house with their shade. Bamboo grows best in places where it is warm and where it rains often. Altogether there are more than 500 different kinds of bamboo, and some grow no higher than your ankles. Chinese and Japanese poets write poems and songs about bamboo, and artists paint it in pictures. ![]() It has long leaves that sway in the wind like slim fingers reaching to touch something. It grows up sraight and thin with branches at the top.Īlthough bamboo is really a kind of grass, it looks more like a tree - a beautiful tree. Here we are all good friends."ĭid you ever see grass growing high as a tree - a tall tree? Bamboo is this kind of grass. Crossett patted him affectionately on the head and said: Crossett's desk and in a trembing voice said: The boy who had made faces, however, went up to Mr. One by one the students got up from their seats and left the room quietly. ![]() I want to be proud of you."Īt the moment the bell rang announcing the end of the class. I want you to show me with your hearts that here we are all part of onw big family. I do not want you simply to promise me with words that you will be good. You should study hard and be good students. "My friends, we have to spend this year together and we must try to spend it together happily. After a while he put down his book, looked at the students in silence for several minutes, then said: Then he went back to his desk and went on with the lesson. "Don't do that again," he said quietly but firmly. Crossett turned rapidly and glared at the student. While his back was turned another student in the class got up from his seat, and began to make faces just to make the other students laugh. He walked to the student's desk and put his hand on the child's forehead. Crossett noticed that one of the students looked sick and feverish. On the way home my father told me of an incident that took place on his first day at school in Mr. My father read the exercise and tears came to his eyes. Crossett thus kept a record of all his old students. It was one of my father's own copybook exercises! Mr. It was marked with my father's name and with the month and the year. Out of the package he drew a paper and gave it to my father. He went to a closet and after a moment brought out package, marked with name and date. Otherwise he would still be working, because his heart and soul were still in the schoolroom with his students. The old man's hands shook constantly, and he explained to my father how this shaking had begun two years before, and how he had been forced to give up his teaching because of this. Crossett talked for about half an hour of things and persons they remembered in the school. "Exactly," said my father, shaking the old man's hand. "Albert Borden? Your father was an engineer, and you live very near the school." ![]() The old man dropped his head and began to murmur my father's name. My father told him his name - Albert Borden, the year in which he had studied, and the name of the school. "Mr.Crossett,"said my father, "will you permit an old pupil to shake hands with you?" When he came to the door, my father recognized him at once though, of course, he was now a very old man. Everyone in the town knew him so we had no trouble in finding his house. The next afternoon my father and I drove over to Deleville to see Mr. Let's drive over there and say hello to him." He lives in Deleville, which is only about an hour's ride from here. Sixty years! Can you imagine it? He gave up teaching only two years ago. Crossett, is still living? He is eight-four years old and yesterday the Department of Education gave him a medal for having completed sixty years of teaching. But can you believe that my first teacher, Mr. Later he explained:" I had thought that he had died at least twenty years ago. The night before last, just before dinner, while my father was looking through the evening paper, he suddenly let out a cry of surprise.
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