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J. [John] B. [Barrett] Kerfoot, Catechetical : A Study in Circular Composition
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CATECHETICAL.
A STUDY IN CIRCULAR COMPOSITION.
" PAPA," SAID my small boy the other evening, " what is a Phili-
stine ? ” Now, I am free to own that that was something of a poser.
" Why , my son ? ” I temporized.
" Because,” said he , " I heard a long-haired man in the car to-day
>>
" Oh,” I interrnpted, " a long-haired man ! You mustn't listen to ex
parte testimony, Jimmie.”
" What’s that ? ” said Jimmie.
" That,” I said, " is the basis of Art.”
" But, Papa,” said Jimmie, " the long-haired man said―"
" He was biased,” I interrupted.
" What's that ? ” said Jimmie.
" My son,” I replied, " nearly three thousand years ago a long-haired
man did the Philistines and there has been bad blood between the tribes
ever since.”
" How did he do’em ? ” said young America.
" WeIl, my boy,” I replied, " he had a pull with the building depart-
ment.”
" Gee ! ” said Jimmie. " Was he Tammany ? ”
" You're a fine politician ! ” I replied. " Didn't I tell you that he was
a long-haired man ? ”
" Ah, what'cher givin'me?” said Jimmie. " Where did he get his pull?”
" That,” said I, inadvertently freshening the trail, " is what puzzled
the Philistines.”
" Say,” said Jimmie, " what is a Philistine, anyway ? I don’tbelieve
you know.”
Now that, of course, was a conclusion that could not be tolerated for a
moment.
" Speaking broadly,” I said, " a Philistine is a man who does not
tumble to things until something drops on him.”
" Ah, g'wan ! ” said Jimmie. " Quit your kiddin'.”
" Jimmie,” I said, driven to carrying the war into Africa, " what was
that your mother was telling me about you and young Sniggins at school
yesterday ? ”
" Oh—nuthin',” said Jimmie.
I appeared unconvinced.
" Well,” said Jimmie, rather shamefacedly, " I wrote a pome for Saidie
Snowden―"
" Yes?” I prompted.
" And Sniggins sneaked up and read it over her shoulder,” said Jimmie.
" He did, eh? ” said I. " And what did he think of it? ”
" He said it was flapdoodle,” said Jimmie indignantly, " but you bet I
flapdoodled him after―"
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A STUDY IN CIRCULAR COMPOSITION.
" PAPA," SAID my small boy the other evening, " what is a Phili-
stine ? ” Now, I am free to own that that was something of a poser.
" Why , my son ? ” I temporized.
" Because,” said he , " I heard a long-haired man in the car to-day
>>
" Oh,” I interrnpted, " a long-haired man ! You mustn't listen to ex
parte testimony, Jimmie.”
" What’s that ? ” said Jimmie.
" That,” I said, " is the basis of Art.”
" But, Papa,” said Jimmie, " the long-haired man said―"
" He was biased,” I interrupted.
" What's that ? ” said Jimmie.
" My son,” I replied, " nearly three thousand years ago a long-haired
man did the Philistines and there has been bad blood between the tribes
ever since.”
" How did he do’em ? ” said young America.
" WeIl, my boy,” I replied, " he had a pull with the building depart-
ment.”
" Gee ! ” said Jimmie. " Was he Tammany ? ”
" You're a fine politician ! ” I replied. " Didn't I tell you that he was
a long-haired man ? ”
" Ah, what'cher givin'me?” said Jimmie. " Where did he get his pull?”
" That,” said I, inadvertently freshening the trail, " is what puzzled
the Philistines.”
" Say,” said Jimmie, " what is a Philistine, anyway ? I don’tbelieve
you know.”
Now that, of course, was a conclusion that could not be tolerated for a
moment.
" Speaking broadly,” I said, " a Philistine is a man who does not
tumble to things until something drops on him.”
" Ah, g'wan ! ” said Jimmie. " Quit your kiddin'.”
" Jimmie,” I said, driven to carrying the war into Africa, " what was
that your mother was telling me about you and young Sniggins at school
yesterday ? ”
" Oh—nuthin',” said Jimmie.
I appeared unconvinced.
" Well,” said Jimmie, rather shamefacedly, " I wrote a pome for Saidie
Snowden―"
" Yes?” I prompted.
" And Sniggins sneaked up and read it over her shoulder,” said Jimmie.
" He did, eh? ” said I. " And what did he think of it? ”
" He said it was flapdoodle,” said Jimmie indignantly, " but you bet I
flapdoodled him after―"
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