Oafish

"I don't wanter hyar uv nary one uv my gals bein' seen on airy street uv thisyer town, a-havin' no flirty flatter talk with thet wild Culberton younun!" was the popular edict that lazy, oafish fathers shot across dinner tables—as they packed down knivesful of baked chicken dressing, and “sooed" saucers of coffee through long mustaches, like muddy water seeping through broom grass!