A COOL HAND.
Irrepressible Pupil. "Poor Stuff, Sir, this Virgil. Don't you think so?"
Suffering Coach (who can scarcely believe his ears). "Poor Stuff, Sir! Virgil—poor Stuff! What do you mean?"
Irrepressible Pupil (unmoved). "Seems to me, Sir, it's merely a Literal Translation of some of the best English Cribs!"