In the week that followed, Bill had to fight half a dozen boys for calling him "Puppy Means." Bill said he wished he'd licked the master on the spot.
'Twould 'a' saved five fights out of the six.
And all that day and the next, the bulldog in the master's eye was a terror to evil-doers.

At the close of school on the second day Bud was heard to give it as his opinion that "the master wouldn't be much in a tussle, but he had a heap of thunder and lightning in him." Did he inflict corporal punishment?
inquires some philanthropic friend.
Would you inflict corporal punishment if you were tiger-trainer in Van Amburgh's happy family?
But poor Ralph could never satisfy his constituency in this regard.
"Don't believe he'll do," was Mr.Pete Jones's comment to Mr.Means.
"Don't thrash enough.

Boys won't l'arn 'less you thrash 'em, says I.
Leastways, mine won't.

Lay it on good is what I says to a master.

Lay it on good.