Around the tea-table . d thecook, it might, in small quantities, have made himanimated; or the stewardess, there would havebeen the fun of seeing her jump. But alas forthe cruel disposition of the man who could shoota porpoise! There is no need that we go to sea to find thesame style of gunning. After tea the parlor is full of romp. The chil-dren are playing Ugly Mug, and Mrs. Wig-gins, and Stage Coach, and Bear, andTag, and Yonder stands a lovely goes in among the playing dolphins with thesplash and dignity of a San Jacinto. He cries,Jim, get my slippers! Mary, roll up thestand!
Around the tea-table . d thecook, it might, in small quantities, have made himanimated; or the stewardess, there would havebeen the fun of seeing her jump. But alas forthe cruel disposition of the man who could shoota porpoise! There is no need that we go to sea to find thesame style of gunning. After tea the parlor is full of romp. The chil-dren are playing Ugly Mug, and Mrs. Wig-gins, and Stage Coach, and Bear, andTag, and Yonder stands a lovely goes in among the playing dolphins with thesplash and dignity of a San Jacinto. He cries,Jim, get my slippers! Mary, roll up thestand! Jane, get me the evening newspaper! Sophia, go to bed ! Harry, quit that snicker ! Stop that confounded noise, all of you ! Thefun is over. The waters are quiet. The dolphinshave turned their last somersault. Instead ofgetting down on his hands and knees, and being aslively a bear as any of them, he goes to shoot-ing porpoises. Here is a large school of famous pretension—professors high-salaried, apparatus complete,. SHOOTING PORPOISES. 81 olobes on which you can travel round the worldin five minutes, spectroscopes, and Leyden jars,and chromatropes, and electric batteries. No onedisputes its influence or its well-earned masters and misses that graduate come outequipped for duty. Long may it stand the adorn-ment of the town. But a widow whose sons werekilled in the war opens a school in her has a small group of children whose tuition isher subsistence. The high school looks with sharpeyes on the rising up of the low school. The biginstitution has no respect for little parents patronizing the widow must be per-suaded that they are wasting their childrens timein that basement. Women have no right to bewidows or have their sons killed in the war. Fromthe windows of the high school the arrows arepointed at the helpless establishment in the corner. Bang! goes the artillery of scorn till one of thewidows scholars has gone. Bang! go the gunsfro
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