By: Ardis E. Parshall - June 04, 2017 From the Improvement Era, March 1945 — But, My Dear … a Woman! By Edith Russell He was a very ugly man . . . except when he read Milton. Then I forgot his bald pate glistening in the light shed from the dusty windows of the village schoolhouse. I forgot everything except the beauty of what he was saying and the incredible pathos of his voice. To the villagers he was “t’ old school-mairster....
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