Word: slowed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Onetime Staff Sergeant Matthew Mc-Keon, 33, on the slow Marine Corps road back, after he was busted to private following the death by drowning of six recruits from his training platoon on a tragic night march two years ago, earned a promotion to corporal...
First, he proved to be a relative rarity among high school art teachers-an able artist. Said one student: "We never had an art teacher who could really draw before." Next, he roused the slow learners in his math course from their vegetable torpor. His method: "I told them that they had to work hard because in order for me to feel a dignity in my work I had to accomplish something, and that something was to teach them math. I said I was very interested in not wasting my time. At first they didn't believe me. They...
With rough stuff and great patience, Ergil teaches his slow learners math, and in the bargain teaches them something of self-respect. Said one newly awakened child: "I want .to learn more about everything." When Ergil persuaded school officials to let him try to teach his backward youngsters algebra next year, there were twice as many volunteers from the slow learners as he could handle. Said Principal Baker-of the algebra project: "I don't believe it can be done, but if anyone can do it, he can." With an eye to state programs for low-IQ children...
Squeeze the Lemon. Not all of Teacher Ergil's innovations have been made in the slow youngsters' math class. To bright students who complain about the quality of their classes, he advises, "First squeeze your teacher as you would a lemon, and when there is no more lemon juice, then you can complain. I don't know a single teacher in this school who has been squeezed of what he knows." Two months ago, a group of college prep students pestered Ergil to play lemon. Result: twice a week, after school hours, he conducts a seminar...
...image of agonized exaltation that Van presents at the keyboard. He usually stares before him, his head tilted back at a 45-degree angle, his body leaning far back from the keys. In lyric passages he shakes his head from side to side in a kind of slow frenzy at the grip of the music upon him. In the more fiery passages he crouches close over the keys, his face scowling, his elbows jutting far behind him, like the legs of a praying mantis. When the orchestra is playing alone, he eyes the conductor with mounting eagerness, works his shoulders...