The end of the term came much too soon. The morning before graduation day the class suddenly and spontaneously decided to give Mr. Stone a literary send-off that afternoon—a goodbye party with poems and songs for the occasion. That afternoon when Mr. Stone walked slowly into Room 318 we made him take a seat in the first row. One of the boys, sitting in the teacher’s chair, started off with a poem called “Farewell”; the rest of us were grouped around him. Mr. Stone sat tight-lipped, until toward the end when he slowly turned to the right and then to the left, looking at each of us in turn as if he wanted to register the picture on his mind. Question: When might the boys have English class in the last term ?