The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1875-05-15

The Danbury Neaos has discovered tho
funniest spelling bee yet:
| An impromptu spelling school was in
augurated in Murrl's grocery Saturday
evening. A man who last Winter aided
Mr.. Couch in the North Centre school con-
Quoted the class. The first word he gave
out was Indian.
The first man said, In, in, din, din,
Indiu.''
The teacher shook his head "Well /
declare | tho't had it," said the speller
with keen disappointment; but he picked
up when the second man started, and eyed
him with considerable anxiety.
| The next man with desperate earnest
ness, said: "I-n, in, de, indie, u-n, un,
| Indeun.'
Then he sighed, and gazed anxiously at
| the teacher, while an old party at the end
of the bench, who was watching the efforts
with derisve amusement turned the quid
in his mouth and said
"You amt within a rod ont; but 90
on; let's some more try
! The teacher told the second speller that
he also had failed; whereupon he sighed
again.
Then the third man took hold. He
squared himself upon his seat, and holding
up one finger licked off the letters with
becoming solemnity as follows: "I-n, in,
did d, da, linda, in, in-Indain."
| The old party on the end of the bench,
who had been teeteeing on the precepice
of laugh while this effort was being put
forth, snickered right out in loud guffaw
at its conclusion.
"Well, that's spell for you, l mus
say" And then he laughed again. The
| speller said nothing, but he grew very red
in fa bop &c fail
and cast baleful glance at the old party,
whose turn had now come, and who said:
and now I'll tackle that little word"
and he smiled all over his face, while his
eyes whirled with merriment, and looking
sideways from one to the other, he rapidly
spelled: I" In, in, g-i-n-lngin."
His smile deepened into broad grin as he
watched the chagrin flush to the counte-
nances Of the other spoilers, who had been
misled all the time on wrong pronuncia-
ton of the word He was grinning with
all his might, when the teacher said:
You amt got the right word"
Wh-ah-ot ?" And he bore down on
the brazen-f faced youth look calculated to
freeze him to the bone.
"Indian is the word. There is no such
word as Ingin," said the teacher.
"Oh, there isn't heyo (sarcastically).
gu huoW, Vi CouISe. on KNOW all ABOUT
it. You Pimply-''
"But, my dear sir, L"
You need't apologize to me-, shouted
the old party, stamping the floor with his
cane. "Who be you, any way, putting on
your airs about me9 l could twist your
scrawny neck off of you in two minutes,
you white-liv puppy YOU"
"But, my dear sir, let me ex-''
"It 'tisn't Ingin, is it, ground out the
old chap between his teeth. It's something
else, l suppose. o yes? you know, of
course. And nice one you are, with
your eddication. Why don't your neither
send back them apples she borrowed a
month ago." and he looked around the
store with triumphant glare of sarcasm.
"But just hear me-"
"Hear you! Who are you, and why
What's your father? When's he drawed
a sober breath, l should like to know?
An where's your smart brother Ben? In
prism somewhere, I'll be bound. Oh, l
know yer hull family like book, and a
wuss lot than they are can't be found in this
neighborhood; and you just put that in
your pipe and smoke it, you eggregious
ass. Talk to me about spellin'," and the
old man.. stamped his cane again, and
stalked passionately out of the store.
The lesson was postponed.