BOY. Is Squire Small's cane a piece of the North Pole?
TEACHER. Joseph, when will you ever learn anything? If you studied
your lessons you never would ask such a question.
JOSEPH. I didn't see nothing 'bout Squire Small's cane in my book.
TEACHER. I told you to prepare a composition for to-day. How many
are ready? (_No response for a second; then boy near_ JONES _points
at him and says, "Nappy Jones has."_ JONES _shakes his head and
pretends that he hasn't, until called out by the teacher, when
he produces from his pocket a strip of paper about two yards long
which he proceeds to unroll. The top is tied with a strip of
bright-colored calico in imitation of graduation essays. He makes
an awkward bow to the audience and reads:_)