  "Father," said learned Ignatius, as the strap was preparing to fall Down on his trousersless bare-skin, "I don't mind a whipping at all, But are you quite certain, dear father, the strap has been well sterilized? For virulent germs in old leather are often concealed and disguised; And surely by violent impact with textile and soft porous skin, But lately exposed to the street's dust there's danger of entering in Upon my most delicate system, and then comes the big doctor's fee, So, dear father, show you're a wise man and touch not the strap upon me." While the learned youth plead, lo! his father upon that dread strap loosed his hold, |
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