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MR. KHULL,
long a respectable printer in Glasgow, was
greatly annoyed by a stupid apprentice who would not or could not learn to
spell, despite all the efforts made to drive this very necessary branch of
education into his head. At length came a climax. One day he presented
such a dirty, inaccurate proof that his master could stand it no
longer. Taking his spectacles from his nose, he thus addressed the
offending devil— "Laddie,
ye’ll just gang hame the night, and tell your mother to boil down Fulton and
Knight’s Dictionary in sweet milk, and take it to your supper; for it
seems to me there’s nae other way o’ driving spelling into you!" |
