Lesley Gordon
  This is the story of WASHINGTON JUPP, who mumbled and mumbled and wouldn't speak up ; an unfortunate habit ascribed by his mummy, to the fact that when tiny he would have a dummy. No true British baby—remarked Mrs. Jupp—however neglected or badly dragged up, from the East to the West, from the North to the South, would be seen with an object like that in his mouth. But had the good lady stood talking all day, she'd never have cured young WASHINGTON J.

At an age when the average toddler speaks, with a dummy fast parked between pink bulging cheeks, he would sit without comment all day in his pram, as an idol might brood in the wilds of Siam. They taught him at school how to waggle his tongue, the use of the larynx, the laws of the lung, but whether through laziness, shyness or what, articulate clearly

that youngster would NOT.

They taught him the tale of the Lady who Sells, by the Side of the Sea-Shore the Sea-Shore Shells, but to understand WASHINGTON'S smallest remark, was like hurrying backwards downstairs in the dark ; and in spite of repeating the tongue-twisting case, of the -

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