A hillbilly dragged his protesting son to a new school which had just opened in a nearby village. When they
arrived, he took his son to see the teacher.

"Howdy," said the hillbilly. "This here's my son, Arthur. Now what kind of learnin' are you teachin'?"

"Oh, all the usual subjects," said the teacher, nodding at the boy.

"Reading, writing, arithmetic."

"What's this?" interrupted the father. "Arith....arith...what did you say?"

"Arithmetic, Sir," said the teacher, "instruction in algebra, geometry,and trigonometry."

"Trigonometry!" cried the delighted hillbilly. "That's what my boy needs. He's the worst darn shot in the family!"