Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1877-01-20
How She Was Cured.

morning, 81 wish you would Civ
up that unladylike habit you have Q
using slang phrases. Such expires
sions as You bet" and "Not by
jug-full,' sound vulgar when use'
by young men, but when a lady con
descends to such expressions, the,
are positively revolving"
"Why, mamma" and pretty blacl
eyed Idsissssd.epwith . nischie
vous smile, its becoming quit'
the fashion. Everybody meal
all the girls-use them nowadays"
"Not everybody, Ida," replied
Mrs. Harland: "not those who art
refined and sensitive, among either
young OF old. 1 think I have otter
been in the company of well-breo
people, and not a word of slang was
spoken. Consider for a moment
my dear, how course and vulgar il
would seem in your papa or myself
if our usual habit was to talk after
the fashion"
Il don't know" laughed Ida; II
would be so comical, rather jolly,
l fancy. Odd, too! I just wish you
would. Then we'd be fraternity
of slang, wouldn't we? But there's
the clock always on the strike
when I'm not half ready. Good
morning, mamma. I must absqua-
late and she laughed merrily
again.
Mrs. Harland sighed to herself.
Ida was her only daughter, and it
panied her to feel that she was un-
der the influence of coarse compan-
ionship. "Alas for the school girls
of the present day. she murmured.
"What will the future bring?'
When Mr.. Harland came home to
dinner, his wife and he went into
conference, and held q long and in
tercsting conversation, that seemed
to result in satisfaction and some
fun, for he laughed heartily, and de-
clared that he would see what he
could do, for it was worth trying.
Ida's brothers were also let into the
secret, and they too declared that it
was a grand idea, and might cure
her.
Ida, coming straight from school,
ran into the sitting-room, as usual,
for a kiss, when she was greeted by
her mother with the exclamation,-
Hello, pard! You home again?"
Ida for brief second looked her
"stonishment; then she answered
merrily-
"Yes, mamma, right side up with
care, rs they say on the china-boxes."
"Oh cheese it! don't chew any
gum but once" replied her mother,
restraining herself by a violent eff
fort, though she could hardly keep
a grave face at Ida's surprise.
"Nor I either" Ida responded,
with light and rather constrained
laugh, and went to the piano to
practice new song.
81 say, sis, shut that off" cried
her father, who had entered the
room. "We'l excuse the squalling
just now, Hash is ready, and let's
waltz down to it."
What waltz shall I play?" quer-
led Ida, with another faint laugh.
Il say, hasn't this been a jolly
dayw exclaimed her brother Ned.
"Hunkadory~ Sam responded,
the grave lawyer-like Sam, with
whom no one dared to take q liberty.
Did Ida's ears serve her right, or
was home really getting "topsy-
turvy," in her own favorite language.
Bet your life," added Ned,
coolly. "Say, sis, how are you at
school up tree?
Yes, at the top" retorted Ida,
no longer laughing, but just a little
inclined to pout.
"Bet your sweet life you'll fall
soon, then," was the courteous an
swer.
"Well, it won't be your fall, will
ti?' and Ida bit her lip.
"Papa," said Ida, after an almost
silent dinner, for, some way, the
slang seemed out of place there,
''may I take lessons of Miss Parker,
the new teacher? She's awful sweet,
and the girls are all going wild over
her,"
care they? Then I suppose she
is what you would call bully, eh?
Do you think she really knows her
biz? If she don't, you see, I'd rath-
or you wouldn't have any truck with
her. You see it isn't every mosy
that sets herself up who makes the
best sort of teacher, and that kind
Of thing is getting played out"
"She isn't played out" retorted
Ida, with spirit. eff you could
hear her play, You wouldn't think
so."
"Undoubtedly you think so, my
her father said with q
grave face; "but most teachers don't
pan out worth q cent. If this Miss
Parker is some pumpkins, and can
teach you nobby pieces, You have
my consent to skip around the cor
ner, and begin to take term of les
- - AZ -. So, N