The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1876-12-28
How She Was Cured.

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morning, I" wish you would give up
that very unladylike habit you have of
using slang phrases. Such expressions
as You bet, and Not by iug-full.
sound vulgar when used by young
men, but when lady cOndescendS to
such expressions, they are positively
revolting."
"Why, mamma" and pretty black
eyed Ida looked up with a mischieyous
smile, Its becoming quite the fash
ion. Everybody-I mean all the girls
Use them nowadays"
"Not everybody, Ida," replied Mrs.
IIarland; "nOt those who are refined
and sensitive, among either young or
old. ! think | have often been in the
company Of weIl-bred people, and not
a word of slang has been spoken. Con-
slider for moment, my dear, how
coarse and vulgar it would seem in
your papa or myself, if our usual habit
was to talk after that fashion.
81 don't know" laughed Ida; cit
would be so confederation Jolly,
fancy. O1ld, too, | just wish you
would. Then we'd he Il fraternity of
slang, wouldn't we? Bu5 there's the
clOck-always on the strike when I'm
not half ready. Good-morning, NAM
ma. | must ahsQuatulate;" and she
laughed mcrrily again.
Mrs. IIarInnd sighed to herself. Ida
was her only daughter, and il p3inrtl
her to feel tuat sh" W;3~ under the IN
huence Of coarse crupHnionship.
" Alas for the shool-"ir]s Of the
present dayw she murmured. "What
will the future bring"
When Mr.. Harland came home to
dinner, his wife and he went into con-
ference, and held a long and interest
ing conversation, that seemed to re-
suit in satisfaction and some fun, for
he laughed heartily, and declared that
he would see what he could do, for it
was worth trying. Ida's brothers We're
also let into the secret, and they too
declared that it was a grand idea, and
might cure her.
Ida, coming straight from schOOlrm
into the sitting-room, as usual, for Il
kiss, when she was greeted by her
mother with the exclamation
"Hello pard. You home again?'
Ida for brief second looked her
astonishment; then she answered mer-
rily-
"Yes, mamma, right side up with
care as they say on the china
boxes
"Oh, cheese it. I don't chew any
gum but once" replied her mother,
restraining herself by a violent effort,
though she could hardly keep Il grave
face at Ida's surprise.
Nor l either" Ida responded, with
light and rather constrained laugh,
and went to the piano to practice Il
new song.
81 say, sis, shut that off, cried her
father, who had entered the room.
"We'n excuse the squalling just now.
Hash is ready, and let's waltz down
to it."
"What waltz shall play?" queried
Ida, with another faint laugh.
81 say, hasn't this been a jolly
day." exclaimed her brother Ned.
"Hunkadory" sam responded-the
grave, lawyer-like Sam, with whom no
one dared to take a liberty. Did ldas
ears serve her right, or was home
really getting " topsey-turvey' IN he1
own favorite language.
.Bet your life," added Ned, coolly.
"Say. sis, how are you at schOol-ul
a tree?"
Eyes, at the top" retorted Ida, ne
longer laughing, but just a little IN
clined to pout.
bet you sweet life you'll fal
soon, then," was the courteous an
sWer.
"Well, it won't be your fall, viii
it % and Ida bit her lip.
"Papa, "-said Ida, after an almost
silent dinner, for, some way, the slang
seemed out of place there, "may
take lessons of Miss Parker, the new
teacher? She's awful sweet, and th'
girls are all going wild over her.
Are they? Then I suppose she il
what you would call bully, eh? d.
YOU think she really knows her biz
If she don't, you see, I'd rather yo'
wouldn't have any truck with her
You see it isn't every mosy that set
herself up who makes the best sort o
teacher, and that kind Of thing l
eauzy and getting played out
"She isn't played out" retorted Ida
with spirit. .tIf you could hear he
play, you wouldn't think So
Undoubtedly you think SO, m
tender cherub," her father said, wit
a grave face; I" but most teachers don
pan out worth cent. Ii this Mis-
; Parker is some 'punkins, and ca
teach you nobby pieces, you have m
I consent to skip round the corner an
begin to take term of lessons trol
the fair damosel. Boys, dry up, an
. stop your racket. You've got MOI
: cheek than government mule. Don
give me any of your lip" he adde'
as Charley attempted an answer, "'
: you may get moss agate over yot
= orb of vision, and "a .s
: "Papa! papap' exclaimed Ida, SO
= pray, pray stop; it is hideous! ! kno
), why you are doing it.. I'd rath
: promise anything than to hear yt
= talk as you do 7Ht1 =
"My DEAR" said her mother, '
q have only hepn showing YOU yOuTSe