The Saturday Evening Post

It's more than a book; it's also a game.

Conrad searches the unabridged dictionary of the English language for a word he doesn't know. It took a long time. :)

And the word that Conrad doesn't know (and I'm guessing you don't either) is... Discobolus.

Discobolus - now what could that be? Probably somebody who throws a discus or something...

Scott thinks; Dad drinks.

"Discobolus - a society of agnostics." That ought to trick them.

"What's an agnostic?" (Told you it would trick them.)

All the way back to the O's and still no word that Faith doesn't know?

Some definitions take a little bit of clarification:

*whispers* "This word is pronounced hy-po-con-dree-ack. Now make sure you say it right."

Dad and his honey.

And so ends the Dictionary Game. If you don't know the game, in short it involves everybody making up a definition for a word no one knows. It was all new to Scott and here are his thoughts on the evening:

"I learned that it's wise not to impignorate the stola of anyone who is suffering from lyssophobia, especially since they wouldn't be among the hoi polloi. I wouldn't want a discobolus to come and get me!"

Nope. I'm not going to translate that into vernacular English for you. You go look up those words. (This is my way of encouraging independent vocabulary studies. :-)