Here’s a story about a topic we discussed recently — the difference between Maw-Maw and Mama.

Marsha Reichle says, “My friend Jerelyn Mouch (aka Bibbi), has a new, adorable Yorkie puppy, “Bibby’s Beaudacious Boy” (aka Beau).

“He seems a tad slow to adapt to her training, but he is otherwise cheerful, charming, and all-around too precious.

“Jerelyn says her neighbor observed her semi-stern ‘No’ discipline technique and immediately diagnosed her problem:

“’You’re using your Grandma voice. You should be using your Mama voice.’”

In Murphy we trust

Jean Byers says, “When I was in the first grade, I am told that I was in awe of the principal, Mr. Murphy, to the point that in reciting the 23rd Psalm, I ended with “…surely good Mr. Murphy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in his house forever.”

“We lived in a small town, and it was not unusual to see Mr. Murphy in church as well as school, the grocery store or the neighborhood.

“I suppose I thought that he was an omnipotent presence in my life and would remain so for a lifetime. I could not have been in better hands. He was loved by everyone!”

The great cover-up

Dudley Lehew says Maw-Maw Betty’s story about her granddaughter’s introduction to her dad’s gentlemen’s magazine “reminded me of when I lived in Boston in the ‘60s, and my wife decided she would give me a birthday present of a subscription to Playboy. (She knew I liked to read the articles. … )

“When the first issue arrived, I opened it (to read the articles. … ) and discovered that my oldest daughter, Lisa, then 9, already had gotten to the magazine — and used her crayons to draw clothes on all the models!

“But, of course, I still read the articles. …”

Desiring Jax

Carole Cross says for its production of “A Streetcar Named Desire,” Baton Rouge Little Theater needs to borrow empty Jax beer bottles.

Call (225) 924-6496.

Do you speak math?

In its third year offering free tutoring to middle and high school students, Broadmoor Presbyterian Church finds that basic math is in high demand among sixth-, seventh- and eighth-graders looking for help.

“We can use people who are adept at just basic math,” says Mike Zobrist.

Tutoring is Tuesday and Thursday from 6 p.m. to 7 p.m. in the Naylor Building, 9340 Florida Blvd.

First-time students must arrive 10 minutes early, accompanied by an adult to register.

Call Joy Hymel at (225) 924-4271.

Confederate dad

Reed Chenevert of Marksville sends over an article from the local paper about a lady whose father fought in the Civil War with the Confederacy.

Sybil Dubroc Lamartiniere Bordelon, 95, is the daughter of St. James “Sam” Dubroc, who enlisted in a Louisiana volunteer infantry unit in 1862, when he was 20.

At age 55 and a widower, he married Sybil’s mother, 17, and they had nine children. Sybil was born in 1915.

Her dad died in 1921 at the age of 79.

Sybil is said to be one of only 107 children of Confederate veterans still living in the United States.

Special People Dept.

• Isabel M. Herson, a retired educator, celebrates her 101st birthday Friday. Since 1975 the Isabel M. Herson Scholarship in Education has been awarded by Zeta Phi Beta sorority at Southern University.

• William “Bill” LeBeau celebrated his 95th birthday Thursday.

• Lillie “Pigeon” Major Thibaut, of Oscar, a former LSU homecoming queen, celebrates her 90th birthday Friday.

• Joseph and Rita Giordano, of Fordoche, celebrate their 65th anniversary Saturday.

Childspeak revisited

Susan Johnson says, “When our daughter, Stacey Johnson Boudreaux, was 4 years old she knew it was duck season because she said her daddy was all ‘colorflaged.’

“She’s the only one in the family who doesn’t still say it.”

For Roland

Joe Guilbeau of Plaquemine submits this atrocious story in honor of the late Roland Daigre, a Plaquemine native who was this column’s top punster and shaggy-dog storyteller for many years:

“A hearse was driving down the street when the back door came open and the coffin fell out and rolled into a drug store.

“The lid of the coffin popped open, and the guy inside sat up and asked the pharmacist, ‘Do you have anything to stop this coffin?’”