"We've got a new study in our school," said Harry. "It's called fizzleology and—ah—fizzleology and—"
"Hygiene?" said his father, trying to help him along.
"That's it," said Harry. "Fizzleology and high-jinks."
NO DOUBT EARNED.
"I've been promoted," observed Bobbie Hicks, with a sly wink at his chum. "I used to be Captain of our soldier company, but now I'm a General."
"Indeed? And who promoted you?"
"The neighbors. They said I was getting to be a general nuisance."