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Show That Hyphen Again. Jamie's mother tried hard never to forget what she was pleased to call her "Scotch descent." Everything that Jamie wore, If possible, had touch of plaid in It. Scotch scones and Scotch shortbread were the family fam-ily fare. Cold, bare knees titp season through would have been Jamie's fate, If his father had not objected. Jamie was walking home from tb movies with his father and mother. It was bright moonlight, with patches of fleecy clouds In the sky. The tassel on Jamie's little Scotca cap went flap-flap against his back because he was looking up Intently at the sky. "Mother, look!" he exclaimed. Irs a bea-u-ti-ful flnnan-haddie sky!" "There you are. This is the limit," said Jamie's father to his mother. 71 guess we better cut out this Scotcb business. Your grandfather's birth-- place was safe in the north of Ireland and there is no doubt about my grandfatherhe grand-fatherhe came from Hamburg. "After this, son, you are an Ameri- , can. And that bea-u-ti-ful sky is a mackerel sky, not finnan haddie." |