pathetically try to convince them that he received as many letters as anyone.
    Another case was that of Frank Bosten, a boy rendered disagreeable because his mother still talked babytalk to him when he was sixteen, a fact circumstance that had its inevitable effect on his character and manner. A disgusting fatty tumor on his neck augmented the general dislike that had been formed for him. Strung by the taunts that followed him whether wherever he went, he sought relief in the only refuge he could find – his mother, who smothered him with more baby-talk. He soon developed a morbid fear of his tormentors and carried a revolver, and even on one occasion fired it one night