Spelling


Some time before Mr. Taft became President of the United States, he took

an extended trip in the mountains of West Virginia. On one occasion, he

was conveyed along the mountain roads in a buggy driven by a native of

the region. As they came to a small stream, Mr. Taft, without any

particular interest, inquired concerning the brook's name. So far as he

could understand, the answer was:



"This here are Swum-
wum Crick."



"What?" Mr. Taft demanded.



In the repetition, the words sounded like:



"This here are Swoovel Crick."



The questioner was so puzzled that he asked the mountaineer how the name

of the Creek was spelled.



The native spat tobacco juice reflectively over the wheel, and then

spoke judicially:



"Waal, some spells it one way, an' some spells it another way; but in my

jedgmint thar are no propeer way."



* * *



The clerk of the court directed the witness to spell his name. The man

started his reply thus:



"_O_ double _t_, _i_ double _u_, _e_ double _l_, double _u_, double----"



The clerk interrupted:



"Please, begin again."



The witness complied glibly:



"_O_ double _t_, _i_ double _u_, _e_ double _l_, double _u_, double

_o_----"



The clerk groaned. The judge himself intervened: "What is your name?"



"Your Honor, it is Ottiwell Wood. I spell it: _O_ double _t_, _i_ double

_u_, _e_ double _l_, double _u_, double _o_, _d_."



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