STORY ABOUT TOMMY
"Mamma," asked Tommy
Gooenberry, "now that I've been
such a good boy in Sunday school,
you don't distrust me any more,
do you?"
"No, Tommy, I feel that I can
trust my little man now."
"Then why do you keep the
jam on the top shelf in the pan
try ?"
Ma Goosenberry told him to
hustle along to school, and Tom
my went. His teacher began in
structing the class in the use of
the hyphen She picked out sev
eral examples and finally asked
the children for some. Little
Susief Cassidy thought of
"chicken-house."
"That's right," said the teacher,
and turning to Tommy, asked,
"Why do we put a hyphen in
'chicken-house?' "
Tommy hadn't been paying
much attention to the lesson and
he was caught napping, as it
were. "It's for the chickens to
roost on," he replied.
"Tommy Goosenberry," stern
ly came from the teacher, "what
are you going to do when you
grow up, if you don't pay any at
tention to the lessons, and never
learn to read, write and cipher?"
"I'm going to be a school
teacher, an' make the kids do all.
the readin', writin', an' cipher
in', " replied Tommy.
After school Tommy spent a
few blithsome moments sliding
down the cellar door. "Stop
that!" Ma Goosenberry cried.
"Come here this instant, Thom
as 1" Then she noticed a tear in
Tommy's pants. "I'll teach you
to tear your new trousers!" she-exclaimed.
"Never mind, mamma, I foun njQJKfe
out how to do it myself." fWT
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caught fibbing. His pa was rea
provoked. Do you know, youni
man," he shouted at Tommy-
what happens to liars when they
die?"
"Yes, sir; they lie still."
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A Mean Man.
"Kindly return my
hair."
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dark lock or the one you gave mip
when you were a blonde?
Three-sevenths of a chicken.
two-thirds of a cat and half of a
goat. What is it? Chi-ca-go.
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