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Show ' Brooklynese is a language all its own. Only the residents of Brooklyn Brook-lyn seem to be able to speak it proficiently and are always running run-ning up against persons who try to correct their pronunciation. Witness Wit-ness the following dialogue between be-tween two men sitting on a park bench. "Chee, de boids choip pretty." "Those aren't 'boids,' they're birds." "No foolin'. Chee, dey choip jusl like boids." Visiting the Potomac River, a condescending Englishman doubted the story of George Washington Wash-ington hurling a silver dollar across the river. His guide explained: "Well, of course I didn't see him do it, but you know a dollar went much further in those days, and I don't think it should be such a feat for a man who threw a crown across the Atlantic Ocean." After viewing Lord Nelson's flagship, Victory, from a distance, an American visitor was invited aboard to inspect it from closer quarters. As the English sailor who was showing the visitor around stopped before a tablet he lifted his cap respectfully and said in a sepulchral whisper, "This his the hexact spot where Lord Nelson fell." "I wouldn't be surprised," replied re-plied the American. "I barked my shins on the durned thing myself." |