By Any Other Name.

    First the teacher called the roll,
        Clos't to the beginnin',
    "Addeliney Bowersox!"
        Set the school a-grinnin'.
    Wintertime, and stingin'-cold
        When the session took up -
    Cold as we all looked at her,
        Though she couldn't look up!

    Total stranger to us, too -
        Country-folks ain't allus
    Nigh so shameful unpolite
        As some people call us! -
    But the honest facts is, then,
        Addeliney Bower-
    Sox's feelin's was so hurt
        She cried half an hour!

    My dest was acrost from her 'n:
        Set and watched her tryin'
    To p'tend she didn't keer,
        And a kind o' dryin'
    Up her tears with smiles - -tel I
        Thought, "Well, 'Addeliney
    Bowersox' is plain, but she's
        Purty as a piney!"

    It's be'n many of a year
        Sence that most oncommon
    Cur'ous name o' Bowersox
        Struck me so abomin-
    Nubble and outlandish-like! -
        I changed it to Adde-
    Liney Daubenspeck - and that
        Nearly killed her Daddy!

James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. He was known as the "Hoosier Poet" and the "Children's Poet" for his dialect works and children's poetry respectively. Over his career, Riley authored approximately 1,000 poems, including "Little Orphant Annie" and "The Raggedy Man". His influence extended into the 20th century, and his works continued to be celebrated for their nostalgic and rural themes.

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    Fur 'z you can look or listen,
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Communicated wildly, till the cry
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Soul-stirring chant of armied conqueror.
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