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In a remote little school in Big Sur country, one lone teacher dares to challenge the monstrous structure of the modern education system. Beautiful Valerie Fenton, after five years of teaching in Rio Sur School, the last surviving one room school house in California, has rejected all the elaborate theories of the experts and carved out her own. It is essentially that of the old fashioned teacher. By trial and error, Valerie has come to the inevitable conclusion that America gave up too much when the one room schoolhouse was discarded by succeeding waves of experts for the unworkable and destructive public school “system”.
The dirt diamond was churned with dust and the air filled with it as a tall, shapely legged teacher flew around the bases, her softly braided blonde pigtail flying out behind like a flag. The screams were frantic now and the students raced to try and stop her flight. Finally one plump perspiring boy dug the ball out of the grass by the highway and flung it up to the yard in a mighty heave.
“Quick! Hurry! Get it here!”
“Hurray! We won!”
“S’not fair! Miss Fenton’s too good! Her teams always wins!”
“Gee, Miss Fenton . . . you’re better’n we are. You always hit a home run.”
Valerie stood panting and laughing behind home plate, flinging the pigtail she had woven to keep her long silken hair out of her eyes back over her shoulder and wiping her Grace Kelly like face. She waved the outfielders in with one arm and they came struggling up, complaining and grumbling.
“Stop complaining,” she laughed, trying to get her breath. “Everybody has the same chance, besides, I’ll be on the other team tomorrow.”
Her face shining with perspiration, full firm breasts still heaving with her efforts, Valerie Fenton gathered her charges. She was limp but happy. There was nothing like a good baseball game to clear the blood and use up some of the kids’ boundless energy.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.