oaciv ana to cungicnumLt; iiiui upvu uiasuccess and steady advancement in the railroad industry.By Charles B. DriscollNEW YORK—In his recent annual report, Dr. Harold U. Campbell, superintendent of New York City’s schools, cites by name 25 teachers from the city’s staff of 40,000,. as examples of extraordinary devotion to duty. In each case he tells what this individual teacher has done or is doing, outside of his or her required work; to help the children entrusted to his or her care.It is an inspiring story, this official statement, in abbreviated form, of the willingsacrifice of individual rights and privilegesfor the sake of the children. Dr. Campbell makes it clear that the 25 who were selected as examples are merely representative of thousands of teachers in the New York City school system who forget themselves in-their labors for the children.Simple CitationI like the simple, brief, matter of fact citation of Mrs. Leathe Hemachandra, a teacher in Junior High School 40, in the Borough of Queens. You might think that there would be no great fun in going to a school known only by the numeral 40. You might picture the place as a sort of button factory, where hordes of children were put through a mill by impersonal teachers, working so many hours a day.But it must be a privilege and an experience, never to be forgotten, to attend that school, if you happen to be in Mrs. Hema-chandra's classes. The superintendent says this of her:“She keeps her home always open to students, allowing them to borrow her books or come to her for advice and guidance.*'.A student who has no money and no books to speak of, but is possessed of a thirst for knowledge, ought to be just about in heaven in that school. In our one-room country school there appeared one fall a fluffy little teacher who had just graduated from Fairmount college. Her name was Bee Baker.Started CareerMiss Baker noticed that I liked to read. Tactfully, without seeming to be doing a social service, she handed me her own copy of , Macbeth one day—a day that shines in memory yet.I took Macbeth home with me that night, and did not sleep. I was forbidden to burn coal oil after the rest of the family had gone to bed, but I found some candles, stuffed the cracks and keyhole of the door, and read. By morning I knew Macbeth by heart. Nobody could ever take it away from me.Released by McNaught Syndicate, Inc.York Highlights