Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1875-05-07
AlisrelIaneons.
MR.. coFFIN's SPELLING MATCH


The other evening old Mr.. and Mrs.
Coffin, who live on Brush street, sat in
their cosey back parlor, he reading the
paper and she knitting, and the family
cat stretched out under the stove, and
sighed and felt sorry for cats not so well
fixed. 1t was happy contended house
hold, and there was love in his heart as
Mr.. Coffin put down his newspaper and
remarked:
II see that the whole country is becom-
ing excited about spelling schools
well it's good to know how to spell I"
replied the wife, II didn't have the
chance some girls had, but pride my
self that can spell almost any word that
comes along
"Tll see about that" he laughed /;
''comc. now, spell buggy"
-Humph! that's nothing-b-u-g-g-y,
buggy" she replied.
Missed the frst--hal hal" he roar
ed slapping his leg.
mot much-that was right"
1T was, Ell? Well, I'd like to see
anybody get two g's in buggy, would"
But it is spelled with two g's and
any schoolboy will tell you So" she per-
sisted.
.''Well, I know durn sight better
than that p he exclaimed, striking the
table with his fist.
Don't care what you know! p she
squeaked )" II know that there are two
gs in buggy
"Do you mean to tell me that I've for
gotten how to spell p he asked.
cit looks that way"
at does, ell Well, I want you and
all your relations to understand that |
know more about..speling than the whole
caboodle Of you strung on wire p
And / want you to understand,
Jonathan Coffin, that you are an ignorant
old blockhead, when you don't put two
g's in the word buggy-yes you are!"
Don't talk that way to me !" he
warned
"And don't shake your fist at me-"
she replied.
t'Who's a-shakin his 6st?"
"You were''
Don't call me liar, you old bazaar
I've put up with your meanness for forty
years past, but don't call me liar, and
don't lay hand on me ''
''Do you want divorce p he shouted,
sprnging up; you can 60 now, this
minute !"
Don't you spit in my face-don't
,o, IL -
of you Y she warned.
II haven't spit in your freckled old
visage yet, but may if you provoke me
further"
''Who's got freckled face, you old
turkey-buzzard y
That was little too much. He made
a motion as if he would strike, and she
seized him by the necktie Then he
reached out and grabbed her right ear
and tried to Int her off her feet, but she
twisted up Oh the nocktie until his tongue
ran out"
Let go of me you old fend y she
screamed.
''Git down on your knees and beg my
pardon, you old wild catll" he replied.
Ihey surged ana swayeu ana strug-
gled, and the peaceful cat was struck by
the overturning table and had her back
broken, while the clock fell down, aad
the pictures danced around The woman
faally shut her husbands supply of air
off and Topped him, and as she bumped
his head up and down on the floor and
scattered his gray hairs she shouted:
You want to get up another spelling
school with me, don't YOU"
He was seen limping around the yard
yesterday, Il stocking pinned around his
throat, and she had court plaster on her
nose, and one finger tied up. He wore
the look of martyr, while she had the
bearing of victor, aud from this time out
buggy" will be spelled with two g's in
that house.