BY ANY OTHER NAME.

By James Whitcomb Riley

First the teacher called the roll,

Clos't to the beginnin’,

“Addeliney Bowersox!”

Set the school a-grinnin’.

Wintertime, and stingin’ -cold

When the session took up —

Cold as we all looked at her,

Though she could n't look up!

Total stranger to us, too —

Country-folks ai n't allus

Nigh so shameful unpolite

As some people call us!—

But the honest facts is, then,

Addeliney Bower-

Sox's feelin's was so hurt

She cried half an hour!

My dest was acrost from her‘ n:

Set and watched her tryin’

To p'tend she did n't keer,

And a kind o’ dryin’

Up her tears with smiles — - tel I

Thought, “Well,‘ Addeliney

Bowersox’ is plain, but she's

Purty as a piney!”

It's be'n many of a year

Sence that most oncommon

Cur'ous name o’ Bowersox

Struck me so abomin-

Nubble and outlandish-like!—

I changed it to Adde-

Liney Daubenspeck — and that

Nearly killed her Daddy!