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1849–1916

BY ANY OTHER NAME.

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!

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