In the fall of 1937, my sister, Lila, started her first grade of school at Mt. View. It was a small one room country school in Grant County, OK. Lila was unusually small, but made up for her size by being very verbal and saying whatever she thought. I am sure this was partially some of the reason our teacher "picked" on her. Mr.Yarnell was a very tall man with blonde hair, steel blue eyes and had prominent cheek bones. He was a stern minded man who reminded one of the strict Schoolmasters of yesteryear. Lila got under Mr. Yarnell’s skin one day and her punishment was for her to take her Primer and follow him about the one room class room. He walked up and down the desk aisles over and over, while talking and teaching as he went. Lila had her head buried in the reader only looking up when she made a turn down the aisle. She whimpered for a while, then, gradually showed no emotion. At first, the other children in all eight grades snickered and laughed at the sight. I felt sorry and hurt for Lila as well. After a while, the snickers subsided. I know as well as anything that God stepped in to take matters in his own hands, because Mr. Yarnell suddenly started acting strangely as if disturbed. It was soon evident that he had the call of nature. The toilets were outside at the base of the hill where our school house sat. In all of his three years there, I never once saw him go to the toilet and always wondered how he accomplished that feat. Mr. Yarnell quickly moved toward the outside door. Of course, Lila was still following him, with her little head peering down at her reader. Mr. Yarnell motioned for her to stay, but Lila kept right on following him. He was visibly upset and after several minutes, he finally persuaded her to go sit down at her desk. To this day, I wonder if she did that on purpose or if she was so involved in doing what he ordered her to do. Mr. Yarnell proceeded down the hill to do his duty. While in his absence, the whole class room roared with laughter. When he came back and entered the room, one could have heard a pin drop in the dead silence. His fair skinned face was beet red. His ill deed was justified and Lila was never punished that way again.