Till, on a luckless day, an odor rose
Which, smelt by Dominie's repugnant nose,
Called for inspection.
Forthwith the nasal summons he obeyed,
And soon the tainted atmosphere betrayed
A dormitory,
Where, armed with pipe and pouch, engaged in chat,
A dozen youthful cloud-compellers sat
In smoky glory.
"How dare you smoke?" quoth Dominie in rage;
Then turning to the most advanced in age,
"Come, sir, explain."
"Sir," said the lad, "I have a tooth which aches
Acutely, and I find that smoking takes
Away the pain."
Read more in News
Appleton Chapel.