A Story By Anne Frank Aug 25, 2017 13:25:29 GMT -5
Post by chefmate51 on Aug 25, 2017 13:25:29 GMT -5
By order of the Nazis, Jewish children are no longer allowed to attend regular schools. Special schools are set up for them. Jewish teachers who have lost their jobs because Jews are not allowed to work for the civil service are employed in these Jewish schools.
Despite the difficult situation many pupils have happy memories of the Jewish Lyceum. The teachers were good and despite everything they felt safe.
In her diary Anne writes about saying goodbye to her Mrs Kuperus, her teacher at the elementary school: ‘ A the end of the year we were both in tears as we said a heartbreaking farewell, because I’d been accepted at the Jewish Lyceum, where Margot also went to school.’ (20 June, 1942)
At the Jewish Lyceum Anne is known as a funny girl who likes to be the centre of attention. Anne gets on well with all her teachers. Only her math teacher, Mr. Keesing, is sometimes angry with her because she’s always chattering in his lessons. As punishment Anne has to write an essay with the title ‘”Quack, Quack, Quack, ‘Said Mistress Chatterback”.’ for him. Anne writes a poem which makes everyone laugh, including Mr. Keesing. From then on he calls her ‘Mistress Chatterback’.
Quack, Quack, Quack Went Mrs Quackenbush, A Story By Anne Frank.
Once upon a time there was a mother duck with three beautiful ducklings who lived in
a lake ruled by a proud swan. Quack, quack, quack, said Mrs Quackenbush to her brood.
Quack, quack, quack said the ducklings. Keep your voices down!
roared the swan, his feathers all in a ruffle, keep quiet or I’ll bite you, and then you’ll never quack again.
This swan was not a nice swan, he was a black swan, and all the other ducks in the lake
were afraid of him. But not Mrs Quackenbush. You won’t bit these children, she said to the swan,
who answered, they are only ugly little ducklings and I am their master.
And then he started to bit the ducklings, save us Mama! the poor little ducklings cried.
And then Mrs Quackenbush began to quack. She quacked, and she quacked, and she quacked.
Stop it! Stop that infernal quacking! cried the swan, putting his wings over his ears.
But Mrs Quackenbush did not stop, not until the black swan flew away, never to return. She gathered
her ducklings around her and together they swam off happily ever after, singing, quack, quack, quack.