“Mother,’* said a college student, who had brought liis chum home for the holidays, “permit me to proscot my friend Mr. Spccknoodle.” H'is mother, who was a little hard of hearing, placed her hand to her car. I’m sorry, George, but I didn’t quite catch your friend’s name. You'll have to speak a little lender, I’m afraid.” “I say, mother,” shouted George, “I want to present my friend Mr. Spccknoodle.” “I’m sorry, George, but Mr.—-• What was the name again ?’’ ’“Mr. Spccknoodle!” George yelled. The old lady shook her head sadly. “I’m sorry, George, but I’m afraid it’s no use. It sounds just like Spccknoodle to me.”
Many of the most eminent nwn in literature, science, and art have sprung up in obscurity.—Wilderspln.
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Cromwell Argus, Volume XLIII, Issue 2337, 27 January 1913, Page 2
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