Lisp
The kindergarten teacher questioned her tiny pupil:
“Do you know, Jennie, what a panther is?”
“Yeth, ma’am,” Jennie replied, beaming. “A panther ith a man who makes panth.”
Literal
The class had been told by the teacher to write compositions in which they must not attempt any flights of fancy, but should only state what was really in them. The star production from this command was a composition written by a boy who was both sincere and painstaking. It ran as follows:
“I shall not attempt any flites of fancy, but wright just what is really in me. In me there is my stommick, lungs, liver, two apples, two cakes and my dinner.”