It was drunk enthusiastically. One of the new teachers was called on to respond. He modestly accepted. His answer was:
"What On?"
TEACHER—"Now, Willie, where did you get that chewing gum? I want the truth."
WILLIE—"You don't want the truth, teacher, an' I'd ruther not tell a lie."
TEACHER—"How dare you say I don't want the truth! Tell me at once where you got that chewing-gum."
WILLIE—"Under your desk."
Grave is the Master's look; his forehead wears
Thick rows of wrinkles, prints of worrying cares: