“Oh, no, father says he can swear and it gives force to his arguments. Mother says if I want to swear I can do it.” “This association compels no one to stop swearing—the rule adopted by the boys simply says we don’t believe in it. And the officers wouldn’t for the world have you do anything to displease your parents. “How many swear words do you know?” He thought for a moment counting on his fingers, then said: “I know seven.” “Seven big swear words, well, well, and can you name them to me?” “Yes, sir, all of them and I may know another.” “All right. Try it. One, two, three, four, five, six; my! that’s an awful bad one, and—and—seven. There they are.” In repeating the words, his manner showed he was familiar with their use. Not a blush rose to his cheeks. “Do you want to be a member of this association?” “Yes, sir, all my friends are members and they want me to join.” “I will pin your card before me, on the desk. See?” “Yes, sir, I see it.” “Well, I will let it remain there until you call for it, either to tell me to tear it up or you take it. Now, here is what I want you to do. And this not unless you want to. You go home, and every time your mother wants you to do something use one of those seven swear words, and say it loud enough so she can hear it. Keep this up until she tells you to stop that swearing.” “I will do it, but suppose she licks me, then what?” “Oh, that would hardly be in keeping with her teachings, she wants you to swear, doesn’t she?” “Sure thing, she never licks me for swearing.” “Do you want to stop it and become a member of the association? Well, you try this plan, and if you can, throw the entire lot at her, the seven words, all at once.” “Well, I’ll try it. It looks easy.” The boy left the office with a hearty “goodby.” The following Saturday he returned. He stood smiling at the desk. “You can give me the membership card,” he said laughing. Recognizing him the president shook him by the hand. “Well, I have been wondering what luck you had in swearing.” “Oh, I had luck. Only got licked seven times.” “Got licked, and by whom?” “Well, you would think the whole house fell on top of me. Father said, send that boy down to you at once, but mother licked me until I saw stars. I’ll never swear again in our home. She stopped it. She said she never heard such terrible swearing and when I said I learned it of her, I got the seventh licking. Gee, but I was sore for a week. Mother told me the first thing this morning to come after that card.” “What did you do when you first went home?” “Oh, I threw those seven swear words right at her, and, from the very beginning. She looked at me several times. I backed up, and when she asked me a question, I let fly the worst word, then I had to run.” “What did your father say?”