The Professor, after having drubbed us in the style of which we have presented such numerous specimens to our readers, and which we need not now epithetize, concludes by telling that we are both tired of the subject; but that he is unwilling to close his argument, without giving us credit for all the genuine remarks we have made.

That candidate will never get the job: he's a right scruff.

Of course boys are boys and need watching, but there is little watching necessary when they keep chickens.

Stop jerking off. We've got a deadline.