J. C. SMITH. I don’t call myself any names! But Nappy Jones does, and ef he ever does it again (doubling up his fists and threatening the same, who returns the compliment ), I’ll lick him, see ef I don’t! My name is Julius Caesar Smith, and don’t you forget it.
TEACHER. How old are you, Julius Caesar?
J. C. S. I’m five years old next Christmas.
TEACHER. That will do. The next scholar.
J. CALL. I’m Jule Call, and my brother’s name is Bill Call.
TEACHER. Your brother can speak for himself. It is very improper to say “Jule” and “Bill;” you should say Julius. Now, what is your name?
J. C. Julius Call, sir.
TEACHER. Next?
B. CALL. Bilious Call, sir.
TEACHER. What, sir!