The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1877-05-18
How she was Cured.

AOd SdIO MIS- daTlaHU, one
morning, 81 wish you would give
up that very unlady-like habit
you have of using slang phrases.
Such expressions as 'You bet,
and Not by jug full" sound vul-
gar when used by young men,
but when a lady condescends to
such expressions they are posi-
lively revelting."
"Why, mamma" and pretty
black-eyed Ida looked up with a
mischlevous smile, otis becoming
quite a fashion. Everybody
mean all the girls-use them now
adays."
"Not everybody, 1da," replied
Mrs. Harland; "not those who are
refined and sensitive, among
either young or old. 1 think l
have often been in company of
well bred people, and not word
of slang was spoken. Consider
for q moment, my dear, how
coarse and vulgar it would seem
in your papa or myself if our usual
habit was to take the fashion"
81 don't KNOW" laughed Ida
sit would be so comical-rather
jolly, I fancy. Odd, too! 1 just
wish you would. Then we'd be
a fraternity of slang, wouldn't
we? But there's the clock-al-
ways on the strike when I'm not
half ready. Good morning,
mammal 1 must absquatulate, %
and she laughed merrily again.
Mrs. Harland sighed to herself.
Ida was her only daughter, and
it panied her to feel that she was
under the influence of coarse
companionship. calais 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 a long
and Interesting conversation, that
seemed to result 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 broth
ers were 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 usu.
a., for kiss, when she was greet
ed by her mother with the excla-
nation:
''Hello, pard! You home agar? p"
Ida for a brief second looked
her astonlshment; then she answ-
cred merrily:-
eyes mamma, right side up with
care as they say on the china
boxes"
"Oh cheese it! 1 don't chew any
gum but once" replied her moth
er. restraining herself by a violent
effort, though she could hardly
keep a grave face at Ida's surprise.
"Nor I either" Ida responded,
with a light and rather constrain-
ed 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'll excuse the squall-
ing just now. Hash is ready, and
let's waltz down to it."
What waltz shall playT' queri-
ed Ida, with another faint laugh.
81 say hasn't this been a jolly
day." exclaimed her brother Ned"
"HunkadoryP' Sam responded
the grave, lawyer-like Sam, with
whom no one dared to take q lib
erty. Did Ida's ears serve her
right, or was home getting really
''topsy-turvy," in her own favorite
language.
"Bet your life" added Ned.
coolly. "Say Sis, how are you
at school-up treeY
Eyes at the top" retorted Ida,
no longer laughing, but just lit
tie inclined to pout.
"Bet your sweet life you'll fall
soon, then," was the courteous
answer.
"Well, it won't be your fault,
will it?' and Ida bit her lip.
"Papa," said Ida, after an al
most silent dinner, for, some way,
the slang seemed out of place
there, tsmay l take lessons of Mrs.
Parker, the new teacher? She's
awful sweet and the girls are all
going wild over herr
"Are they? Then I suppose
that is what yeu call bully, eh2
Do you think she really knows
her biz? If she don't you see, I'd
rather 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 a
teacher, and that kind of thing is
gauzy and getting played out"
t'She isn't played out" retorted
Ida, with spirit. II you could
hear her play you wouldn't think
So"
''Undoubtedly you think so, my
tender cherub," her father said,
with q grave face ''but most teach
ers don't pan out worth cent
If this Miss Parker is some punk
ms, and can teach you nobby
pieces you have my consent to
skip around the corner and begin
TO take term of lessons from the
fair damsel. Boys dry up and stop
your racket! You've got more
cheek than q government mule.
Don't give me any OF your lip" he
added, as Charley attempted to |
t'or you may get q moss