The longshoreman was indulging in a fit of temper, which he interpreted in a burst of language that shocked the lady passing by. She regarded him reprovingly, as she demanded:
“My man, where did you learn such awful language?”
“Where did I learn it?” the longshoreman repeated. “Huh! I didn’t learn it, it’s a gift.”
* * *
The deacon carried a chain to the blacksmith to have a link welded. When he returned to the shop a few hours later, he saw the chain lying on the floor, and picked it up. It was just next to red hot, and the deacon dropped it with the ejaculation:
“Hell!” Then he added hastily: “I like to have said.”