A BAD WORD.
Janet, a five-year-old resident _ of Boston, ran to her father one morning, exclaiming, “ Father, brother _ Harold swore-” “Swope, did he?” inquired the parent, grimly, reaching for bis slipper. ‘‘What did he say?” “He said ‘ain’t,’” responded Janet solemnly. A Georgia statesman tells the story of an aged negro who saw an extraordinary looking instrument in tho shop of an optician. He gazed in openmouthed wonder, and turning to tho optician, inquired: “What is it, boss?” “That,” nns the icply, “is an ’ophthalmometer,” “ Slio’,” muttered the other, Ins eyes still fastened on the curious looking thing on the counter, as lie hacked out, “ sho’, dat ! s what 1 was a feared it was.”
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Evening Star, Issue 19709, 9 November 1927, Page 1
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115A BAD WORD. Evening Star, Issue 19709, 9 November 1927, Page 1
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