"Surracuse, Noo Yorruk," he responded; and he blew his large nose.
"And now, dear friends," Masticator was saying, "I leave you. Remember the poor foreigners, remember the little children. It is for them that the English language exists; and for them we must, therefore, smooth our spelling's cruel path. I expect results, dear friends." So saying, he was gone.
"Yes, there is a dollar-sign in his jaw," repeated Miss Appleby.
"Suggestions are now in order," said Kibosh, taking the chairman's seat.
Three profound scholars stood up. "The only way——" they began, with one voice.
"Professor Flawless Nathan Maverick has the floor," said Kibosh. "I presume the Professor will think no change in pecan nuts necessary." And the chairman smiled sociably at the scholar.
"The only way," said Maverick, "is to abolish all words that foreigners cannot spell."
"You mean cut 'em out of the language, suh?" inquired Jesse Willows.
"I do."