He reports a busy time of Fall ploughing over Bethel way.' "Why 'Sundayed,' Mr.Denney ?" She smiled brightly, almost archly, at Solon.

"I dare say you would not employ 'Mondayed' or 'Tuesdayed' or 'Wednesdayed.' You _see_?
The term is what we may call a vulgarism--you perceive that, do you not ?--likewise 'in our midst,' which is not accurate, of course, and which would be indelicate if it were.

Now I let my eye descend the column to your account of a certain social function.
You say, 'The table fairly groaned with the weight of good things, and a good time was had by all present.' Surely, Mr.Denney, you are a man not without culture and refinement.

Had you but taken thought, you could as well have said that 'An elegant collation was served, the menu including many choice delicacies, and the affair was widely pronounced to be most enjoyable.'" Solon's frightened eyes besought me, but I could not help him, and again he was forced to meet the kindly, almost whimsically accusing gaze of the censor, who was by no means done with him.
"Again I read here, 'The graveyard fence needs repairing badly.' Do you not see, Mr.Denney, how far more refined it were to say 'God's acre,' or 'the marbled city of the dead'?
I now turn from mere solecisms to the broader question of taste.

Under the heading 'Hanged in Carroll County,' I read an item beginning, 'At eight-thirty, A.M., last Friday the soul of Martin G.Buckley, dressed in a neat-fitting suit of black, with a low collar and black cravat, was ushered into the presence of his God.' Pardon me, but do we not find here, if we read closely, an attempt to blend the material with the spiritual with a result that we can only designate as infelicitous ?" Solon was writhing after the manner of uneasy little Roscoe.