Ruby Ray Tangreen Zufelt
Q. And you and Vern went hungry?
A. Yes. Then in the eighth grade a family moved in not too far. . .oh, about halfway between us and the school. They had three children, a girl my age and one younger and Roy, who was in the seventh grade and I was in the eighth. Viona was in about the fifth. That first year, the man teacher didn’t teach us anything. He said if you read good books, like Evangeline, you won’t need English. He didn’t give us geography or history. All we got was arithmetic.
The next year we had a real good teacher. The best teacher I ever had and she was a doll. If you didn’t get your lessons, you had to stay in at recess and get them. You didn’t get away with any foolishness. We had to do all of our history and geography and all of our arithmetic just a little bit, a few pages that we got the year before, and English. So we had to do two grades in one. She was a marvelous teacher.
Q. Do you remember her name?
A. Ethel B. Finch. I wrote to her for quite a while, after I was out of school and we moved to Idaho or to Wyoming, but I lost her address. I don’t know what ever became of her after that. But she was a wonderful teacher. Every month she’d put a quotation on the board and make us learn it, and it was good things, good quotations that you had to learn every month. I don’t remember many of them:
“Do not look for wrong and evil. You’ll find them if you do.
As you measure to your neighbor he will measure back to you.
Look for goodness. Look for gladness. You’ll find them all awhile.
If you bring a smiling visage to the glass, you’ll meet a smile.”