 | Eli Perkins (at large) |  |
DREADFUL PROFANITY.
A young lady who attends Vassar College came
home to her mother on Madison avenue yesterday,
and said that she didn't like to go to school there
any more, for—for—”
“For what, Jenny?” asked her mother.
“Why, because some of the Vassar girls swear, Ma.”
“Swear, Jane! Good Lord, what do you mean?”
“I mean they use bad words, Ma. I—”
“Great Heavens, child! run and tell your grandmother
to come here.”
[Enter Grandmother.]
“What is it, Marion?” asked grandmother, looking
over her glasses.
“Why, goodness gracious, Mother, what do you think?
Why, Jenny says the girls swear, they—”
“Lord o' mercy, Marion! Heaven knows what we'll
come to next. Lord knows we've been too precious
careful of our children to have 'em ruined by any
such infernal dev'lishness.”
“I wish to Heaven — but here, Jenny” (catching
hold of the young lady), “tell me now—what do those
Vassar girls say?”
“Why, Lizzie Mason talks about Mad-dam de Stael,
and Lizzie Smith says when she goes to New York
she'd rather ride up to see McComb's dam bridge
than to have a front seat at the For-dam races.”
“Good Lord, Jenny, how you startled me!”
| Eli Perkins (at large) | |