A somewhat unpatriotic little son of Italy, twelve years old, came to his teacher in the public school and asked if he could not have his name changed.
"Why do you wish to change your name?" the teacher asked.
"I want to be an American. I live in America now. I no longer want to be a Dago."
"What American name would you like to have?"
"I have it here," he said, handing the teacher a dirty scrap of paper on which was written - Patrick Dennis McCarty.
