SLANG IN THE DOMESTIC CIRCLE.

Globe, Volume VIII, Issue 955, 17 July 1877, Page 3

SLANG IN THE DOMESTIC CIRCLE.

"Say, pa," said an up-town boy one day, as he came home late from being kept in at school, threw down his books, pinched the cat till he made her howl, and then sidled into his seat at the dinner table, "wasn't Benedict Arnold a reg'ar snide '/" "A what, my sen!" said the paternal relative, laying down his knife and fork with surprise. " Why, a crooked hairpin, you know ; a shark, a sort of a fraud generally ?"

" He was a traitor to his country, my son; but where on earth did you learn such language as that ?' "Oh! pud down your vest now, father, and don't get on your ear about it. I'll take some o' that roast beef, please." " Why, Willie," interposed his mother, " I'm surprised at your—" "<>h, I'm solid, 1 am," broke in the youngster. " Nothing mean about me. Pony up that beet now, old man, or there'll be a tin roof or two around this nous'."

The " old man" didn't stop to reply. He came down on the youngster like an Alpine glacier, and in am ther minute that irreverent boy was dancing a pas xevl around the apartment, with his hands clasping the Sasement of his pantaloons in a vice-like grip, and his infantile throat emitting more yells to the minute than there are empty bottles in the rear of the Louisiana State House.