The Prince and the Pauper Page #5

# From Ichabod.|Ichabod Crane #

And though the arrival|of the pedagogue...

gave rise|to mixed emotions...

the townspeople all agreed|they'd never seen anyone...

# Like Ichabod.|Ichabod Crane #

The schoolroom|became Ichabod's empire...

over which|with lordly dignity...

he held absolute sway.

Truth to say. Ichabod|was a conscientious man...

and ever bore in mind|the golden maxim...

"Spare the rod|and spoil the child. "

Still. Lhe was carefuI|to administerjustice...

with discrimination.

For it behooved him to keep on|good terms with his pupils...

especially if their mothers|happened to be good cooks.

# Who's the town's|ladies' man? #

# Gets around|like nobody can #

# Has to be|none other than #

# Ichabod.|Ichabod Crane #

Thus. As time went by.|it may be seen...

that the pedagogue got on|tolerably enough.

Moreover. Ichabod|found diverse ways...

to increase|his slender income...

and at the same time...

awaken the cultural interests|of the sleepy little village.

It was inevitable|that such a man as Ichabod...

would become|an object of ridicule...

to Brom Bones|and his gang.

And yet to Ichabod.|these were small matters.

Indeed. The schoolmaster|possessed...

a remarkable equanimity...

which remained|quite undisturbed...

until that fatefuI day...

when his path|was crossed by a woman...

a certain woman...

Katrina Van Tassel...

daughter and only child|of old Baltus Van Tassel...

the richest farmer|in the county.

She was a blooming lass...

plump as a partridge...

ripe. melting...

and rosy-cheeked.

# Once you have met|that little coquette #

# Katrina #

# You won't forget|Katrina #

# But nobody yet|has ever upset #

# Katrina #

# That cute coquette|Katrina #

# You can do more #

# With Margaret or Helena #

# Or Ann or Angelina #

# But Katrina|will kiss and run #

# To her.|a romance is fun #

# With always another one|to start #

# And yet when you've met|that little coquette #

# Katrina #

# You've lost your heart #

Now. There was no doubt|the fair Katrina...

was the richest prize|in the countryside...

and the schoolmaster.|being an ambitious man...

at once began to fill his mind|with many sugared thoughts...

and hopefuI suppositions.

Ah, Katrina, my love...

who can resist your grace...

your charm...

and who can resist|your father's farm?

Boy, what a set-up.

There's gold in them acres,|and that ain't hay.

Not to mention|that lovely green stuff.

Katrina, my sweet,|my treasure.

Treasure...|That ban's a gold mine.

How I'd love to hit|the jackpot.

Dear Katrina...

Papa's only child.

Papa!

The old goat|can't take it with him...

and when he cuts out,|that's where I cut in.

Sweet Katrina.|Poor little rich girl.

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