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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 couldn't look up!
Total stranger to us, too -
Country-folks ain'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 didn'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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